Unfortunately, in these distressing times, as crime and criminals run rampant throughout our cities and towns, protests are raged and campuses burned and bombed, many parents are still so wrapped up in their struggle for social esteem, or even for bare essentials, that they no longer exercise control over their progeny.
They allow their children to roam at will, dress (or undress) as they please, and in general do not enforce the parental right of control. Runaway youngsters, according to recent Congressional hearings, are now ONE OF THE NATION'S MOST SERIOUS PROBLEMS.
Diving headlong into the catastrophes of life, without proper guidance and control, they soon learn that their blatant defiance of order and authority has left them without friends, family, or a roof over their heads, which forces them into actions and encounters that in most instances, they themselves find miserable and abominable.
But this road to despair is not the sole realm of the runaways. Children living at home, ignored and shunted aside by their parents, are also prime candidates for those nefarious characters who would have them sell their souls and become addicts, criminals or prostitutes.
Each year, thousands of parents send hundreds of thousands of offspring to various camps, ranches and resorts. Not primarily for the enjoyment of the children, but rather to take advantage of an opportunity to rid themselves of the responsibility while they, the parents, are then free to while away their time in more adult pursuits.
The sad thing is, that while the majority of these "summer retreats" is above reproach and use all care and diligence in the supervision of the children, one cannot assume that they are all 100% in this category. No business is!
However, as long as the establishment is advertised in a major periodical at reasonable rates, few parents take the time to examine the institute carefully prior to packing the child's clothes, and placing him on a public conveyance to their costly destination.
In The Incestuous Summer Camp, Gloria Alpine goes to the roots of the problem, weaving a purely fictional tale around known, possible and probable occurrences, in this case, the children's summer ranch. Though the characters, incidents and locale are purely figments of Miss Alpine's fertile and erudite imagination, the reader will soon find disturbing similarities to real-life happenings, perhaps in their own area.
"Rodeo Pines Ranch" is the setting for this lurid tale of lust and incest, involving not only the children and their adult counselors, but a prominent figure in the nearby community.
Threatened with bankruptcy and total ruin, Eileen Daws, the new owner, also fights against a heinous scandal hovering over the ranch. The child guests, just blossoming into sexual awakening, present both a problem and an enticement to the adult supervisors. Pretty girls, ripening into full-blown young ladies with lush, virgin bodies, and handsome young boys, desire stirring in their loins, prove irresistibly attractive to the unmated cousins who have been charged with their care.
As Miss Alpine unravels her fast moving story, incident by incident, it is our opinion the reader will be hard put to lay it aside for even a moment. And, those parents who peruse these pages will undoubtedly feel exceedingly more responsible for what THEIR children are doing during the summer months.
The redheaded woman was leaning over the table in the huge kitchen, her legs apart, her dress being held up to her shoulders by the muscular man who was standing behind her, hunching his throbbing tool fiercely into her cunt. She was wearing no panties.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" the man grunted as he closed his eyes just before blowing his hot sticky cum into her. "Aaaaarrrrrggghhhh!"
"BOB! OH, MY GOD! UUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGHHH!"
The pair stood motionless after their orgasm, the only movement the quaking tremors that shuddered through their bodies. When their trembling had ceased, the man slowly eased his slime-streaked shaft from her cum-filled pussy, white fluid dripping to the floor as he extracted his rod.
"Goddamn. Marcy! You get better every time!" He grabbed a napkin from the holder on the table and wiped his cummy dong, then he shoved it back into his pants, having difficulty zippering them over his extended shaft.
"So do you," the woman gasped, standing erect and letting her dress fall back down over nicely rounded buttocks. She smoothed the flimsy material, then brushed the hair back from her eyes as she turned around.
"Why the hell couldn't you have been somebody else, instead of my brother?" she smiled. "This is just plain unnatural."
"No it isn't, honey," the auburn-haired man grinned. "It's perfectly normal when there isn't any one else around to screw."
He stepped to the refrigerator and took out a cold bottle of beer. After wiping the moisture off with a towel, he opened it then went to the table to sit down.
"Do you think you should be doing that?" the woman asked. "Miss High-and-Mighty might get all bent out of shape if she smelled beer on your breath."
"Fuck her! She's probably going to fire us anyway. Either that or close the place down. Same difference!"
Marcy took the bottle from his grasp and drank deeply. "I can't figure out why the hell she got the place, anyway. We're the ones that have been working here. Not her!"
"Cause she's her sister-in-law, that's why," Bob said, taking the bottle back, now almost empty. "Claudia always said she was going to will it to her, and by damn, she did."
"Well, it's not fair. We should have gotten something."
"Are you kiddin'?" Bob snorted. "With ten grand owing on the place? Christ, we'd never pay it off."
He drained the bottle, put it down, then headed for the back door. "I'm going down to the station and get her. Best clean the place up a bit. She might even give us some severance pay, if it looks good."
The big man chuckled as he went out, slamming the screen door with a bang. He climbed into an old station wagon with "Rodeo Pines Ranch" lettered on the side, and drove off down the tree-covered lane that led to the main highway.
Eileen Daws stepped from the train entrance to the wooden stairs placed beneath it, squinting her eyes against the sun. Every head on the platform turned as she looked up and down for someone familiar.
She was a striking blonde; tall and statuesque with large tits and small waist. Her buttocks curved out and down into a set of almost perfect legs. She was quite capable of stopping traffic in large cities, let alone a small burg like Valentine.
Bob Finch couldn't believe his eyes as he parked the wagon and got out quickly. She had to be the one. There wasn't any one else waiting for anybody. He crossed the platform to her, nodding and smiling.
"You must be Eileen Daws," he said. When she nodded, he continued, "Welcome to Valentine. I'm Bob Finch, your cousin. Here! Let me take those bags."
Before she knew it, Eileen was led to the station wagon and ushered inside. Bob put the luggage in the back, then slid into the driver's seat.
"Little warm in town today, but it's a lot cooler out at the ranch." He started the engine and backed out.
"Well, Bob, I'm certainly glad to see you have a smile on your face. Things can't be as bad as the lawyer told me they were." She opened her purse and got out a cigarette, lighting it from the dash lighter.
"No, I can't honestly say that," Bob said, shaking his head. "It's pretty bad."
"Okay! Let's have it. Tell me the worst before we get there."
"Suit yourself," he shrugged. They were out of the small town now, driving on a shaded highway toward the foothills.
"I guess you know that Claudia drowned in the lake."
"Yes. The lawyer told me about that."
"Well, everybody was surprised. She was a good swimmer. The Doc said she had a lot of alcohol in her, so maybe that's the reason."
"When did she start drinking so heavily?" Eileen asked.
"Just after your brother got killed last year in Viet Nam. She ... She took it pretty hard."
"So now I inherit a summer kids ranch with heavy debts, and I don't know the first damn thing about it." The blonde snubbed her butt angrily in the ash tray.
"Yeah, and that's not the worst of it," Bob said. "A lot of the regulars won't be back this year. Probably never."
"Why not? It's a nice place, and it's not expensive. When I was a girl, they always had a crowd. Every summer."
"But not this summer!" He looked at his passenger with a doubtful look on his face. "See, last summer, when her husband got killed, Claudia ... She kind of went off the deep end. She started messing around with some of the little boys, and when they got home, a couple of them told their folks. We got a dozen nasty letters, and they all said they'd tell their friends not to send their kids here any more. It was a mess."
"My God!" Eileen gasped. "She couldn't have ... Oh, my! Not Claudia!"
"Yep. So nobody knows what's going to happen this summer. Might have kids, might not! No kids, no loot!"
Bob remained silent as the woman stared out the car window at the scenery. She wouldn't be able to handle this mess! Not in a million years. But it was all up to her, now. She owned the damned place; lock, stock and barrel.
"I understand your sister and her son are living there, too," Eileen said thoughtfully.
"Uh huh. I counseled the boys, and Claudia took care of the girls. Marcy, my sister, she did all the cooking. Her boy, Tod, he helped me with the heavy chores."
"Were you mad when you found out I had inherited the ranch?"
"Nope! Not me! Not with all that dough owed against it, and no guarantee of any kids this summer. Marcy was a little pis ... She didn't like it, but she's learned to live with it. Her husband left her when she was eighteen, and she raised the kid by herself. She wanted the place for him, more than anything."
"Are you going to stay on at the ranch?"
"That's kinda up to you, isn't it? I mean, we're just the hired people. It's your show now."
"Eileen lit another cigarette, trying to collect her thoughts. She had saved enough money from her alimony for the last ten years to almost pay the place off. And, it was her debt now. But if they couldn't count on having any youngsters for the summer, she could never make it. And at thirty-three, she couldn't afford the risk.
"Let's talk about it when we get to the ranch," she said. "I want to take a look around before I make up my mind."
"Okay by me!" Bob swung the car off the highway, past a large sign indicating the ranch. They passed the large lake where Claudia had lost her young life, then drove up the short incline to the large main house flanked by ten bungalows on each side.
"It's still as beautiful as ever," Eileen sighed. "Just the way I remembered it. How beautiful!"
"Yep. Sure is," he agreed, stopping the car under a tree near the front porch and getting out. He took the bags from the back, letting Eileen open the door for herself.
"Before we go in, Bob, just how far did Claudia go with the young boys? Did she ....?"
"Uh-huh!" He stepped around the car, a suitcase in each hand. "At least the way I heard it. She took 'em right to bed with her."
"How old were they?"
"From ten to fifteen. That's all we have here now. They're any younger, they're hard to handle. Any older, and they're damn near impossible!"
"Thanks, Bob. Let's go in and meet Marcy."
Eileen led the way to the house and Bob followed, his eyes on her rounded bottom and her slim, tapered legs.
Goddamn, he thought, I'll bet she could twist a dick right off with that ass! What a body!
As they stepped onto the porch, a slim, full-busted redhead held the screen door open. Eileen gave her a rapid but thorough once over as she neared. The woman was as tall as she was, but about fifteen pounds lighter. She was probably very attractive at one time, but hard work and too much sunshine had weathered her skin.
She was dressed in a light cotton dress, and it was apparent she wore no underclothes as it clung to her frame tightly, her nipples pressing against the filmy cloth. Her hair was long and stringy, and it occurred to Eileen that a few hours in a beauty shop could do wonders for her.
"Hi! You must be Marcy. I'm Eileen Daws. How are you?"
A faint smile crossed the woman's face as she nodded. "Fine."
Eileen stepped past her into the large main room, two stories high with beamed ceilings and a balcony that ran around the second floor. She sucked in her breath as she saw all the old familiar things, just as she had remembered them.
Two huge couches flanked a monstrous fireplace on one wall, and comfortable over-stuffed chairs were scattered around the rest of the room. Everything was exactly as it was when she had come here summers as a girl.
"How about some coffee?" Marcy asked as Bob was setting the suitcases on the floor. "Or would you prefer a drink?"
"I'd like a martini, if you don't mind," Eileen smiled. "I drank enough coffee on the train to last me a week."
"I'll get 'em," Bob offered, heading toward the kitchen.
"Sit down," Marcy said. "Bob can take your bags up when we've had a drink. I guess you'll want to stay in Claudia's room upstairs. We all use the rooms up there. Makes it a lot easier."
"Yes, I know. I used to come here every summer."
"Oh?" Marcy lit a cigarette and stared thoughtfully at the well-built blonde. "You going to keep the place open?"
"I don't know yet, Marcy. From what Bob told me, things are in a pretty bad way here. Would you want to stay if I said yes?"
"Oh, I dunno. I kinda miss seeing people out here. You know. Adults. You can get pretty sick of kids after a while."
"I suppose so."
"Okay," Bob said as he entered carrying a tray of glasses and a pitcher of clear liquid. "Here we go." He poured the glasses full, handed one to Eileen and Marcy, then took one for himself.
"Here's to success!" he toasted, and when they had all taken a sip, he sat down next to Marcy.
"I want you both to know I'll do everything I can to see that you're taken care of in case I don't keep the place open," Eileen said. "But if there's any hope of salvaging the ranch, I want to do it."
"Oh, take your time," Bob said. "We ain't goin' any place. You check things out, then let us know what you want to do."
They discussed the rest of the family while they finished their drinks, then'Bob took Eileen's bags up to her room. She went up after him. The room was on a corner, with large windows on two sides.
There was a king-sized bed and a small settee, two bureaus, and a long couch that faced out the window over the lake. The view was breathtaking, looking over the water to the pine covered hills beyond.
"This okay?" Bob asked, dropping the suitcases near the bed.
"Yes, that's fine."
"Ahh, Marcy and I had an invitation in town for a party tonight. A barbeque. If you want, you can come along."
"No thanks. I'm pretty bushed. I think I'll just unpack and take a look around. You go ahead. Don't worry about me."
"Okay. Well be leavin' in about half an hour. If you need anything, Todll be around some place. Just holler for him."
"Thank you. I'm sure I'll be fine."
Eileen was still unpacking when she heard the station wagon drive away. She was glad they had something else to do. She wanted to explore the ranch by herself. When she finished with her chore, she went downstairs and began her inspection.
The house was just the same, as were the ten cottages on each side that housed the children; boys on one side, girls on the other. Each cottage housed four children, with four bunks and a large bath. During nice weather they ate at picnic tables. Other times, they gathered in the huge kitchen in the main house for their meals.
She went through the barn, noting that the horses were different, but still old and swaybacked, the kind the children can ride with no problem.
Back in the house, she fixed herself a light supper, then mixed a pitcher of martinis and took it to her room. She wanted to relax completely before getting down to solid business the next morning.
She had dozed off on the long couch while looking out over the lake, and the sound of voices woke her. When she had gotten her bearings and remembered where she was, she rose and went to the door. She opened it and stepped out onto the balcony. The big main room was dark, except for a nice blaze in the fireplace, and two people were sitting on the couch in front of it, necking.
"Ohhhh, Tod!" the girl moaned. "Your Mom'll be back pretty soon. We can't do it here."
"Hell, they won't be back before midnight," the boy said, his voice echoing in the big room. "C'mon. Take your clothes off."
Eileen remained standing in the shadows of the balcony, hidden in the darkness from the couple below. She watched with interest as Tod slid his hand up the girl's thigh and under her short skirt.
"Unnnngggghhhh! Oh, Tod! Don't! That makes me so hot! Ohhhhhh!"
He kissed her again, passionately, then stood up and began removing his clothes. Both the girl and Eileen stared as he slipped his pants off, exposing an immense prick, long and hard, the foreskin gleaming in the firelight. Below that, a large hairy sack hung.
"Tod! Ohhhhh, God!" The girl reached out and pulled the boy to her. Then she grasped his tool in her hand, bent over, and slipped her mouth over it, almost burying it between her lips.
Oh, my Lord! Eileen thought. She's going to suck him off! She's really going to blow him!
As the girl's head began bobbing up and down on Tod's stiff dong, he put his hands on her head and started to hunch his ass into her face.
"Unnnnngggghhhhh! Oh, wow, Dee! Unnngggh! Oh, do it, baby! Unnnnfffff!"
Eileen stood rooted to the spot as she watched the girl suck and pull on Tod's dong with her mouth. The slurping sounds were echoing off the rafters as he writhed and twisted, his legs trembling.
Unconsciously, the woman placed her hand over her pussy and began rubbing it. She had sucked cocks, but she had never seen it done, and she was awestruck. As the slurping became louder, and Tod's hunching into the girl's face became more rapid, the woman pulled her skirt up, slipped a hand under her panties, and began jacking off.
Eileen could hear the girl swallowing Tod's cream greedily. Her head continued to nod up and down for a few moments, then she stood up from the couch and began tearing at her clothes.
Dee had a beautiful body; lithe and trim, with smoothly rounded tits sticking out proudly from her chest. Her ass was perfect, and her flat tummy curved down to a bushy triangle of light brown hair. But Eileen wasn't paying much attention to the girl.
She was staring at Tod's gigantic cock, standing stiffly erect from his pelvis. Dee had pushed the foreskin back while she was sucking him off, and the shiny purple head gleamed and pulsated as Tod watched the girl strip off her things.
"Hurry!" he commanded. "Lay down! I want to fuck you so bad it hurts!"
"Ohhhh, I want you too!" Dee dropped back on the couch and spread her legs.
As Tod mounted the girl and buried his huge dong in her hot cunt, Eileen slipped two fingers into her twat and began pumping them in and out. She could see the boy's balls swing back and forth as he pounded his tool into the girl, his ass wriggling as he drove his shaft deep into her belly.
Ohhhhh, Lord! Eileen thought. Jesus, I'd like to change places with that kid! Unnnnnghhhhh! Her fingers were driving into her snatch as she continued to stare at Tod's ass and balls hunching between Dee's thighs.
"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh! Tod! Uuumfff! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! God, I can't stand it! Aaaarrrrrggghhhhhhh! Faster! Faster!"
"Uuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" the boy moaned, slamming his dick into her. "Ohhh, Christ! Ummmmmfff! Uuuummmmmfff! Wwwhhhuuffffff!"
"UUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Tod gasped, his juices flowing out the end of his prick into Dee's waiting cunt. She writhed and twisted under him as the liquid spurted against her womb. Then they lay still, their bodies shaking and trembling.
Eileen had had her orgasm, but it wasn't enough. As she stared at the naked bodies below her, she knew she had to have more. She slipped into her room quietly, closed the door, then quickly tore off her clothes. Then she dropped on the bed, naked, her legs spread wide apart.
Frantically she began massaging her cunt, one hand rubbing her clit while with the other she slammed two fingers deep into her hole.
As she pushed and pulled herself to a climax, the only thing on her mind was Tod's magnificent little boy prick, and how she would like to have it pounding into her cunt. She was imagining he was shoving his dick deep into her belly when she exploded in orgasm, her beautiful body twisting and jerking on the bed.
When she was through, but still not satisfied, she got up to light a cigarette in the darkness.
Christ, she thought I can't start off like this! I might, get the same way as Claudia was! And that would ruin everything! So stop it, Eileen! Get a grip on yourself. If you want to get fucked, there should be plenty of men around here who would just love to do it to you.
She ground out the remains of the butt, then fell into bed, but it was quite a while before she drifted off to sleep. And even then, she dreamt of Tod and his huge tool.
The following morning at breakfast when Eileen was introduced to Tod, she could hardly stand to look at him, afraid some of her latent desires would show. Luckily he and Bob had chores to do, and they left shortly after she sat down at the table.
"How old is Tod, Marcy?" Eileen asked as she was sipping her coffee.
"Almost fourteen. He's big for his age, though. Always has been. And he eats like a horse."
"He's a nice-looking boy. His hair isn't as red as yours, though."
"No, his father had dark brown hair. I guess it's mixed."
Eileen was silent as she sat at the table while Marcy cleaned up the kitchen. She couldn't get her mind off Tod and his cock, and it was worrying her. So she decided to talk about something else.
"Marcy? Just what happened with Claudia and the boys?"
The redhead swung around from the sink, a troubled look on her face. "Why?"
"Well, we're going to have to do something to straighten things out, and it would be easier for me if I knew exactly what happened."
Marcy nodded. "Oh. Well, there isn't much to tell. She started playing around with a couple of 'em, just teasin' 'em about sex at first. Then she started parading around at night without no clothes on."
"Was that all?"
"No. One of the boys told Tod that she went into their cottage one night, and...."
"And what, Marcy? You can tell me. She was my sister-in-law. You knew she met my brother here, didn't you?"
"Yeah. I knew. Well, she went in there, and ... and made them put their things in her mouth."
"You mean she sucked them off?" Eileen gasped, the words out of her mouth before she could stop them.
Marcy stared at the floor, obviously embarrassed. "Yeah," she whispered.
Both women looked away from each other for a few minutes, then Eileen cleared her throat.
"Was that all? She didn't...?"
"Uh huh. She did. Eight of 'em, as far as we know. When their folks found out, boy did they write wicked letters. One mother threatened to take Claudia to court. Have her arrested! It was pretty bad for a while."
"Was there...?"
"Please, Eileen," Marcy interrupted her. "I don't want to talk about it any more. You ask Bob. He can tell you what you want to know."
Marcy spun around and began washing dishes in . a frenzy.
CHAPTER TWO
Sensing that further discussion would only anger the woman, Eileen quickly finished her coffee, got up, and went out through the screen door. She paused, breathing deeply of the fresh, clean air, then began walking toward the barn.
Tod had saddled a swayback nag, and was leading the rest of the horses to the fenced pasture up on the hillside. Eileen smiled to herself as she remembered how wonderful those broken-down beasts had always looked to the wide-eyed kids that came here.
She stepped into the mild shadows of the barn and saw Bob busily cleaning stalls. Perspiration was already beading on his forehead, and the white T-shirt with "Rodeo Ranch" emblazoned on the front was damp under his armpits.
"Going to be a nice day," she said gaily. He looked up for a second, then went back to his duties. "Uh huh."
"Tod must be a lot of help to you."
"Yep." He raked the droppings out into the center aisle, then went to the next stall.
"Is he out of school now?"
"Yeah. I'll September. Same as every place else."
Eileen sat down on a bale of hay in front of a stall, and pulled out a wisp of straw to twist between her fingers.
"Bob? Is there any more you can tell me about Claudia? I mean, about what she did with the boys?"
He snorted, stopped raking, and leaned on the handle of the rake, shaking his head at her.
"For Chrissake! Do I have to spell it out for you?"
Eileen stared back at him, a hard glint in her eye.
"Yes! It might help if I knew exactly what happened. I can't very well correct something when I don't know precisely what happened, now can I?"
"All right!" he growled. "All right! I'll tell you. She took 'em to bed with her. She fucked 'em. Like they was grown men, but they wasn't. Not all of 'em. Eight or so. The ones with the biggest ... the biggest cocks, I guess. And she sucked some of
'em off. Gave 'em a blow-job. Is that what you wanted to know?"
"Well, you don't have to be so crude about it!"
"Shit! I don't know the fancy words. You wanted to know, and I told you the best way I knew how. Look, Eileen. I'm not a fancy guy. I can take care of the kids, make sure they don't get hurt or nothin'. I can teach 'em to swim and ride, and I can take 'em hiking. But I'm just a hired hand. Understand? What Claudia did was her business, not mine."
"All right, Bob. I'm sorry I asked. Let's just forget about what she did and try and straighten it out, shall we? I don't want us to start fighting amongst ourselves. There's too much at stake here." She got up. "Is there a list of the old customers around here somewhere?"
"Yeah. In the office. Off the front room. Bottom right hand drawer of the desk. Why?"
"I thought I'd write a letter to them all, telling them the ranch is under new management. It might help."
Bob thought for a moment. "Yeah, it might. That just could change their minds. But it'd take a week to write them all."
"No, it won't. I'll write one letter. Then you can take it down to the printers in town and have copies made. The three of us can address the envelopes, and we can have them in the mail tomorrow."
"Okay. Let me know when you're ready." He turned around and resumed his chores as Eileen went out the large doors and headed for the house.
Goddamn! he thought. She ain't so dumb after all. I'm going to stick my dick in that cunt if it takes me all summer. I'll bet she could really give a guy a fuck. His cock began to stiffen as he thought of what she would look like, naked, in bed.
Eileen spent the morning writing the letter to the parents, and also one to the bank in town, wherein she asked for a small loan to tide the ranch over until the money started coming in. She told the bank what she had written to the parents, hoping it would persuade them to give her the funds she needed.
Bob came into the house before noon, checked to make sure Eileen was still busy in the office, then went into the kitchen where Marcy was preparing lunch. She was standing at the stove, stirring a large pot of soup. He slipped up behind her, pulled up her dress, then slipped his bare prick between her smooth thighs.
"Bob! Stop that! She'll be in here in a minute." Marcy hadn't moved, her hand still swirling the spoon.
"Aw, she's busy. We got time. C'mon. I'm hotter than hell!"
He gripped his feverish tool firmly, then rubbed it up and down in the crack of her ass, sliding it further down until he could feel her hairy cunt with the end of his dick.
"Bob! Don't!" she spread her legs apart slightly to let him massage her cunt with his rod. "She might come in."
"Naw, she won't. Hold on to the stove and bend over. I got to have it, Marcy. Prick's been hard all morning."
She turned her head to glance at the door leading to the front room, assuring herself that Eileen wasn't on her way, then she backed away from the stove, spreading her legs wide and gripping the edge with her hands.
"Okay," she whispered. "But hurry!"
Bob skinned the head of his dick back, then guided it into his sister's twat, hunching his ass and bending his knees so he could ram it all the way in.
"Unnnnnnnggggghhhhh!" he grunted softly. "Jesus, I need this! Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhh! Uuuummmmmmffff! Christ, Marcy, you've got a tight cunt! Uuuuunnnnnnggggghhhhh!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she whispered loudly. "God, Bob! Do it! Do it fast! Uuuuunnnnnggghhhh! Ohhhhhhhh! Damn, your cock's hot! Ohhhhhhhh!"
"Swirl it, Marcy! Damn! Uuuuuunnnnnnggghh! God, you're a good fuck! Uuuuuuuunnnnnnfffff!"
His stringy cum spewed out the end of his prick like a gusher, slamming against her womb with force. They both shuddered with delight as they had their orgasms, then when the tingling had stopped, he slipped his soiled shaft from her juicy cunt.
Marcy quickly pulled her dress down, grabbed some paper towels from the rack, and wiped his tool off. Then she bent down to wipe the cum spots from the floor.
"Thanks, Marcy," Bob said softly as he stuck his softening tool back into his pants. "That should hold me till tonight."
Marcy dropped the towels in the wastebasket. "Bob, we just can't! Not with her here!"
"Sure we can. I'll think of somethin'. Leave it to me.
They heard the door of the office close, and in a moment Eileen was walking into the kitchen.
"Well! It's all done. If you'll take them in this afternoon, Bob, we'll be all set." She turned to Marcy, who had a bright flush on her cheeks. "Is lunch ready?"
"Yeah. Sure is. Bob, will you call Tod while I dish it up? Sit down, Eileen. Sit down. Won't be a minute."
During lunch, Eileen had a difficult time keeping her eyes off Tod. Having seen his tool, and what he could do with a girl, she was fascinated. She noticed his glances toward her tits, and forced herself to conceal a smile. She knew he'd like to chew on them, and the thought made her pussy hot. Before lunch was over, her crotch was wet from her cunt drippings.
At Eileen's direction Marcy and Tod spent the remainder of the day cleaning and polishing. Bob spent most of the afternoon at the printers, returning just before supper with a large box of printed letters. Then they all sat down to eat.
"Can I use the wagon tonight?" Tod asked, as Marcy was clearing the table. "I want to go over to Dee's."
"Why, Tod," Eileen spoke up. "You're not old enough to drive a car."
"Ah, hell," Bob said. "He don't go very far. Just up the road a bit. Ain't no traffic to speak of. I taught him how, and he's pretty good. No harm."
"Okay," Eileen sighed. "But please be careful. We've got enough problems without having anything happen to our only car."
"I will," the boy promised. He leaped up from the table and hurried out the door.
Just like his uncle, Tod had been thinking all day what it would be like to stick Eileen. Every time he saw those big tits and that beautiful ass, he felt his prick tingle. But he knew she wouldn't let him screw her, and the next best thing was Dee. She was always ready for a fuck. And right now, that is exactly what he wanted.
She came flying out the door as soon as he drive into the yard, She was wearing hot pants and a halter, and Tod's dong started getting hard as soon as he saw her. She jumped in the car and kissed him.
"Hi! I just knew you'd be over tonight. What are we going to do?"
"Your folks home?"
"Yeah, damn it! All night. Want to go somewhere else?"
The boy thought for a moment. "Yeah! We can go back to my place. We can sneak in the barn. Go tell your folks. And speed it up!"
"Right on!" Dee jumped from the car, scurried into the house, and was back in seconds. "Okay, let's go!"
As Tod raced the wagon back, Dee slid over in the seat and put her hand on his swollen pecker. She could feel it throbbing under his pants, and her legs twitched as she thought about what was going to happen.
He drove into the ranch very quietly, parking the wagon behind the barn. They got out, slipped in a side door, then climbed the ladder to the loft. Falling in the hay, Tod kissed the girl fiercely, his hands going over her body demandingly; on her tits, between her legs and over her firm ass.
"Take your clothes off," he murmured. "Hurry up!"
He released her and began stripping. Before he had his pants off, she was lying on the hay, naked in the moonlight, her round, hard tits pointing toward the roof.
"Want me to suck you off?" she whispered, as he yanked his shorts off and laid down next to her.
"Huh-uh. Not now. I want to stick my dick in
"huh uh. Not now. I want to stick my dick in you. Are you ready?"
"Jeez, yes!" She spread her legs, her slit wet and glistening. "Stick it in, Tod! Oh, God!"
He rolled on top of her. She grasped his tool, rubbed it for a minute up and down her hot gash, then she inserted the tip into her hole.
"Uuuuuuuunnnnnngggghhhh!" Tod moaned as he slammed his shaft deep into her belly. "Uuuuuuunnnnnnngghhhhh! Christ, Dee! Unngh!"
"Tod! Uuuummmmmffff! Oh, honey! Ram it in! Uuuuuugh! Oh, my God! Uuuummmmmffff!"
Dee wrapped her legs around the boy, pulling him tightly against her as she hunched her ass upward to help him drive his rod deeper.
"Fuck me, Tod! Uuuuunnnngggghhhh! Oh, fuck me!" She could feel his hairless balls banging against her ass as he pumped his prong into her cunt. That excited her even more. "FUCK ME, TOD! OH, JESUS! FUCK ME!"
They both jerked violently, squeezing each other as their juice flowed. Then they shuddered and lay still, breathing hard and delighting in the sensation that flowed through their bodies.
Eileen, Bob and Marcy had worked making lists of their old clients, dividing them equally. It was agreed that first thing in the morning, they would begin addressing envelopes in order to get them in the mail as soon as possible.
"I think I'm going to go to bed," Eileen said when they were finished. She stifled a yawn and stood up. "I'll see you both in the morning. I think we're on the right track, now."
"Okay," Bob said, stretching. "It was a good idea."
"Thanks. Good night." Eileen left the room and went upstairs to her bedroom. She pulled the heavy drapes, undressed, then climbed into bed nude.
She was tired, but sleep wouldn't come. All she could think about was Tod's prick, and how she would like to have it sliding in and out of her cunt. I'd even like to suck that kid off, she thought. And I bet I could do a better job than that little girl!
Downstairs, Marcy and Bob left the office after turning off the lights. Bob glanced up at the balcony to make sure Eileen's door was closed, then he turned to his sister and rubbed her cunt under her dress.
"Ready?" he whispered.
"Bob! We can't! Not in our rooms. She'd hear us!"
"I know. That's why we're going to one of the cottages. I know damn well she can't hear us from there. Let's go!"
He took her hand, and she followed reluctantly. They went out the front door, and down the walk to the farthest cottage in the girl's section. Bob took the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. When they were inside, he switched on the light.
"Bob! Don't! She might see it!"
"Naw, she won't. She's probably asleep by now." He began stripping off his clothes. "How about sucking me off, Marcy? You haven't done that for a long time."
Marcy hesitated, but when she saw her brother's hard shaft gleaming in the light, she slipped her dress off over her head and grinned. "Why not?"
Bob stared at her and smiled. She might not be the best in the world, but she had a great body. Her tits didn't sag, and her tummy was flat and hard. Her ass was her most appealing feature, nicely rounded and firm. He didn't mind screwing her a bit. As a matter-of-fact, she was better than most dames he'd had.
Sinking down on her knees, Marcy took his tool in her hand, skinned it back, then slipped her lips over the end, rimming it with her tongue.
Marcy slipped her lips far down on his shaft, sucking and pulling. She used her tongue to tickle his sensitive area and his little slit. Her head bobbed up and down as she slurped on his rod, fondling his balls as she tried to suck his cream out the end of his dick.
"Marcy! Uuuuuuunnnnnngggghhhh! Oh, damn! W wwhhhhhuuuuufff! Oh, pretty soon! Uuuuummmmfffff!"
The redhead was hunching her ass into thin air as she pulled on her brother's dong with her lips. She reached down between her legs with her free hand and slipped two fingers into her hot pussy, sliding them in and out as she nodded her head on his prick.
She felt his load coming up his dick, then it was exploding against the back of her mouth, spurting and gushing, running down her throat as she swallowed hungrily. His hot fluid was sweet, and she couldn't get enough. She sucked and pulled with her mouth until it had all dribbled out, then she licked his jerking cock.
"How was that?" she said, standing up. "Not too bad for an old broad, was it?"
"Shit, no!" he gasped. "Goddamn. Marcy! I think you sucked my balls out!" He leaned over to kiss each of her nipples, then led her to the bed.
"Why did they go down there at this time of night?" Dee asked, as they lay looking out the loft opening. "Are they still working?"
"Hell no!" Tod snorted. "They went down to knock off a piece. Can't do it in the house with Eileen there."
"Tod! They're ... they're brother and sister! Your mother wouldn't ... she wouldn't do that with her brother, would she?"
"Why not?" he shrugged. "A cock's a cock, and a cunt's a cunt. What difference does it make? They're not hurtin' anybody. Besides, they don't have anybody else to screw."
"Well, I think that's awful. Just awful. Jesus! Not your own brother!"
"Ah, to hell with 'em," Tod said. "Get up on your hands and knees. I want to dick you from behind."
Dee smiled at him, then rose up, her naked ass gleaming in the light of the moon.
Eileen wiped her wet fingers on the spread, then got up to get a cigarette. Even jacking off didn't help. She still couldn't go to sleep. Tod's stiff prick was pictured in her mind, and she couldn't forget about it. She fumbled in the dark for her cigarettes, lit one, then went to open the drapes. As long as she was awake, she might as well enjoy the scenery. The first thing that caught her eye was the light streaming from one of the cottages.
It can't be Bob or Marcy, she thought. And the car hasn't come back, so it can't be Tod. She slipped on a house coat and went downstairs. Tossing her cigarette in the fireplace as she passed it, she went out the front door and down the walk to where she saw the light.
As she neared the door, she glanced in the window and saw Bob and Marcy, naked on the bed. Marcy had her legs draped over his shoulders, and he was cramming his tool in and out of her pussy. The redhead was writhing her ass as her brother stuffed his prick into her, the tool gleaming wetly when he pulled it out, then he would jam it in again.
She stood watching in amazement as the pair hunched each other, obviously oblivious to anything else. Their grunts and gasps could be heard through the glass, and Marcy was clawing at her brother's back.
"I'll be goddamned!" Eileen muttered, resisting an urge to burst in on the copulating couple. Her hand went to the opening in her housecoat as she stood watching, her eyes gleaming at the sight before her.
Slowly, her fingers began rubbing the hard clit between the folds of her twat, still wet from her jacking off. As the couple hunched and pumped each other, her hand moved more quickly, rubbing her cunt wildly as she saw Bob arch his back in a final thrust before spurting his cum into her.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Eileen groaned as another orgasm flashed through her body, sending tingles into her womb.
"Look at that!" Tod said urgently as he yanked his spent tool from Dee's oily cunt. "That gal's watching them and jacking off!"
"For Chrissake," Dee muttered as she dropped her tits into the straw, her body still trembling from the climax. "If she wants a fuck, why doesn't she ask Bob? He'd do it!"
"She doesn't want them to know she's seen 'em, stupid! She just wants to watch."
Bob sank slowly down on top of his sister, squashing her tits with his weight. He gasped for breath, then rolled off, his thick, hairy shaft wet with juice. They both lay there with their eyes closed, breathing heavily, their bodies quivering from the excitement.
Eileen extracted her hand from her pussy, then moved silently away from the window, hurrying back to the main house. She was shaking for more than one reason. Besides being shocked at her cousins' actions, her entire body was screaming out to be fucked! This was too much! First Tod, now Bob! Everyone here was getting fucked except her!
"Tomorrow!" she promised herself out loud as she climbed the stairs to her room. "By God, tomorrow I'm going to get screwed, even if I have to rape somebody!"
She was shuddering with frustration and anger when she entered her room. Opening a drawer in one of the bureaus, she took out a pint of excellent Scotch she had brought along. She got a glass from the bathroom, filled it three quarters full, and held it to her lips with trembling hands.
It took nearly the whole pint before she was calmed enough to go to sleep. But it was a fitful rest, filled with dreams of huge pricks, all waiting in line to get into her snatch.
At breakfast the next morning, the adults were overly careful about avoiding each others eyes. Tod, however, looked at Eileen with new wonder and desire. After what he had seen, there was a slight chance he might get to dick her after all. And during the meal, he had to consciously try to keep from staring at her large mounds, hidden under a bra and a flimsy blouse.
"So we're all gonna work on the envelopes this morning?" Bob said gruffly, his eyes on his plate of ham and eggs.
"Yes," Eileen replied. "The sooner we get them off, the better it will be for us. Tod doesn't have to help, though. He can go ahead and do his chores. Marcy, I'll help you with the dishes so we can get started."
Eileen looked at the woman wonderingly as. she stood up to get more coffee. She hadn't looked too bad naked. And she could obviously fuck up a storm. Perhaps Bob really had something going for him.
She glanced at Bob, remembering what a huge prick he had, and how he had slammed it into Marcy with such force. I'll bet it wouldn't take much to get him to fuck me, either, she thought.
I'll bet it wouldn't be hard to talk both of them into putting their tools in me. And, by God, that's a thought! It would sure be a lot easier and quicker than going into town.
She looked from the man to the boy and back again, a sly smile on her lips. Her cunt was wet and her uterus was twitching as she tried to decide which one she should seduce first.
CHAPTER THREE
While she and Marcy were doing up the dishes, Eileen asked Bob to bring the letters, envelopes and pens into the kitchen where they could use the big table to address them. They were soon settled to the task, diligently addressing, signing, then stuffing the envelopes.
From time to time Eileen glanced over at Bob, who was writing with ponderous concentration, and tried to formulate a scheme to get him in bed with her. Then her thoughts would drift to Tod and his big cock, and she would make a mistake on an envelope and have to throw it away.
It was mid-morning, and all three were busily writing, when there was a flurry of tossed gravel and the screech of sliding tires outside the door. They all glanced out, startled, to see a Cadillac convertible, top down, grind to a halt near the kitchen entrance.
"Oh, God," Marcy said. "It's that damn Don Squires. What the hell would he be doing here?"
"Who's Don Squires?" Eileen asked.
"Son of the bank president," Bob answered gruffly. "Damn fool has more money than he knows what to do with."
Eileen got up and went to the screen door, watching as a good-looking young man clambered out, slammed the door, then strode toward the house. He was tall, well built, with a dark tan that contrasted to his light blond hair. Around thrity, he moved with a purposeful stride, as though he owned the world. He leaped up the steps, then saw Eileen behind the screen.
"Hi! I'm looking for Eileen Daws. Could that be you?"
"Yes," she replied, opening the door. "And you're Mr. Squires, from the bank. Come in, please."
He stepped past her confidently, said 'hello' to Bob and Marcy, then turned to shake Eileen's hand.
"We received your letter this morning, and I thought a personal visit would be much better than a letter in reply. I wonder if I could speak to you privately."
Eileen released her hand, and smiled hopefully. She hadn't expected this! Not such an immediate response!
"Of course," she said. "Let's go into the office. Marcy, would you bring in some coffee, please?"
"If you don't mind," Squires said, "I'd just as soon have a martini. It's almost eleven, and I had breakfast at six."
"Oh, all right. Make that a pitcher of martinis, then." She led the way through the door, into the front room, then into the small office. She sat down behind the desk, and Squires took a seat across from her.
"Well," Eileen began. "I didn't think I'd be hearing from you this soon. It's a pleasant surprise."
"You mailed the letter yesterday, and the post office is just across the street from the bank. You could have brought it in personally, and saved yourself the postage," he smiled. "But I don't think my visit is going to be such a pleasant surprise."
"Oh?"
"I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings. Especially to such a beautiful woman as yourself. But the truth of the matter is, my father doesn't feel he can invest any more money in this ... ahh ... ranch. I'm sure you know why."
Before she had a chance to reply, Marcy came in with a tray containing a pitcher of martinis and two glasses. She poured the drinks, then left without a word.
Eileen picked up her glass and took a long swallow. She needed it. If they didn't get a loan, she didn't know how they would be able to manage.
"As I was saying, that is my father's position. He's a hard-headed businessman, and the one thing he hates is a scandal of any kind."
"But I explained about the letters we're sending out to the parents. We're addressing them now. It shouldn't take long to build up the good will we've lost."
"Sorry. The old man is very firm. If you do well this year, perhaps hell change his mind. But right now, I would say it's impossible." He sipped his drink.
"Next year will be too late!" Eileen stated. "Surely you know what this place has done, and can do! It's a good investment. You'd get your money back."
Squires stared at her with a gleam in his eye that wasn't business. His glaze traveled over her finely shaped face, her golden hair, then traveled down to the huge mounds under her blouse.
"There might be another way," he said softly. "I have some money of my own. It wouldn't be the same as gambling with the bank's money. For certain, ahhhhhh, considerations, I might be persuaded to make the loan myself."
There was no mistaking what he meant, and Eileen had been around too long and seen too much to let it slip by her. She looked him directly in the eye, her stare cold as ice.
"And just what would those considerations be?"
"Well, why don't you drop over to my house tonight, and we can talk about it? Say about eight?
We could discuss the problem over dinner. I'm sure we could come to some sort of mutual agreement."
Eileen stood up, fire flashing in her eyes. "No thank you, Mr. Squires! I don't do business that way. Now, if you would please excuse me, I have work to do. Good bye."
Squires stood up, a sneer on his lips. "All right. Have it your way. Sorry we couldn't see things in the same light. I want to thank you for the drink." With that, he spun around and went out through the kitchen, passing Marcy and Bob without a word.
Eileen came back into the kitchen as he was spinning his tires in the gravel, the big car swerving as it sped off down the lane.
"Boy, he was pis ... mad, wasn't he?" Bob said, a smile on his face. "What did you do to him?"
"Nothing," Eileen replied coldly. She sat down and began addressing envelopes, her hand trembling with anger.
It was twelve-thirty before their steady efforts had at last completed the task. Marcy fixed lunch, while Bob and Eileen put the sealed envelopes into a box to be taken down to the post office. Tod came in, they ate, then Bob left for town while Tod went to the barn to finish his chores.
"What did he say to you?" Marcy asked as they were doing up the dishes.
"Oh, nothing much. He just propositioned me, that's all. Goddamn ass."
"Well, you know, he's got a lot of money. If you really want to make this place go, you should be nice to him."
"What? You mean you think I should go to bed with him just to get ... ? Marcy! What the hell are you thinking of?"
"I don't think it'd be so bad," Marcy said, her eyes on the dishes she was scrubbing. "He's nice looking, got a lot of money. And from what I hear, he's a real tiger in bed."
"Really? Where did you hear that?"
"Oh, word gets around. He's got three of his maids pregnant in the last two years. There's few single gals, and not too many married ones that he hasn't tried."
"How about you, Marcy? Has he got to you yet?"
"No," the redhead replied shyly. "He wouldn't look at the likes of me." She sniffed, and rubbed her nose with the back of her suds-soaked hand. "I wish he would, though. Just once."
"So you think I should let him screw me in order to get the money?" Eileen smiled, hanging up the dish towel. "Do you think he'd feel a piece of ass was worth it?"
Marcy turned from the sink and looked Eileen up and down, appraising her carefully. "I'll tell you what. If I had a body like that, and your looks, I'd shack up with him for nothin'!"
Eileen laughed and put her arm around Marcy's shoulders, squeezing her tightly. "Don't worry, Marcy. You'll find a nice guy someday. Soon!
Then you won't have to...." She stopped herself just in time, as she was about to say you won't have to fuck your own brother.
"I know." Marcy didn't catch it. "But I'm not gettin' any younger. And I sure as hell ain't goin' to meet any good men out here."
While Marcy gathered up the cleaning utensils and went to the cottages, Eileen changed clothes in her room, putting on a pair of short-shorts and a skimpy halter that barely concealed her large tits. Then she went outside, strolling toward the barn where Tod was working.
As she stepped into the cool shadows of the big structure, she saw Tod, stripped to the waist, throwing hay into the empty stalls with a pitchfork. He was bronze, and the muscles on his young body stood out as he heaved the straw into place.
"Hi!" Eileen shouted. "Working hard?"
The boy looked up. When he saw how she was dressed, he almost dropped his pitchfork. His lower jaw dripped, and he could feel a warm sensation surging through his loins.
Her legs were almost perfect, and her hips were nicely shaped. The shorts fit so tight he could see her pussy crack, and he imagined what was under that white cloth. But her tits were what drew his gaze. They overlapped the skimpy top as though they were going to fall right out.
"Oh, hi," he mumbled when he could find his voice. "It ain't too bad. It's just damned hot."
"Why don't you rest for a minute?" she asked, sitting down on a bale of hay. "Come on over." She patted the bale next to her.
He propped the fork against a stall and walked over, and Eileen could see the huge bulge in the front of his Levi's. She knew what was concealed there, and the thought made her hot all over.
"My, you have a nice tan," she cooed as he sat down beside her. "I wish I looked like that. I didn't get much sun, back east."
"Plenty of it here," the boy replied, trying to keep his eyes from her bare legs and bulging tits.
"Yes, there is," she agreed. The mound in his pants was growing. The large, shiny tool she had seen the other night was getting hard. Her pussy twitched, and her uterus contracted as she sensed his flaming desire for her.
"I'd like to get a tan all over, but there isn't any place where I could do that, is there?" She was teasing him and hated herself for it, but it made the pleasant sensation in her cunt last.
"Oh, there's one place. Up in the haymow. The sun comes in through the loading door. Nobody could see you up there."
Tod was getting so hot with desire he could hardly stand it. The thought of her sunbathing in the nude made his prick throb. His balls were starting to ache, and he was uncomfortable.
"Show me!" Eileen said, standing up. "Show me how to get up there!"
Tod stood up obediently, trying to hide his hard-on with his hands. He led the way to the ladder that rose up through an opening in the mow. Eileen grinned at him as she stepped past him, then she began climbing up. Tod followed her, his gaze on her rounded ass as he mounted the rungs under her.
"Oh, this is perfect!" she cried when she was up. "It's just what I need." She stepped into the sunlight and looked out at the pine covered hills across the valley. The house and cottages were on the other side, so nobody could see in at all, unless they were in the valley with binoculars.
"Will you help me, Tod? Unbutton my halter in back?"
The boy hesitated, then stepped behind her and fumbled with the two buttons that were holding the strap. His hands shook as he unfastened them, then Eileen undid the strap around her neck and let the halter fall into the hay at her feet. She turned around and faced him, a soft smile on her face.
"You don't mind, do you? I'm not embarrassed, if you're not."
He couldn't take his eyes off them! They were the biggest tits he'd ever seen! Lush and creamy, their nipples sticking out hard and firm, like pencil erasers. He tried to answer, but all that came from his throat was a gurgle.
"Do you like these, Tod?" she murmured. "Do you want to hold them?" She stepped closer. "Here. Let me help you."
She took both his limp hands in hers, lifted them to her chest, then placed one on each titty. She cupped his fingers around them, then squeezed his hands tightly, letting him feel the softness of them.
"Ohhhhhh, God!" he groaned. "Ohhhhhh, God!"
"Aren't they nice?" she whispered. "Would you like to suck on them for a while?"
The boy nodded his head, his mouth moving but no words coming out. She released his hands and laid down in the hay, putting her arms behind her head.
"All right, honey," she cooed. "Come here. You can suck on them as long as you'd like. Come on."
Tod got to his knees, then crawled over until his head was over one of the huge mounds. He bent down and covered one of the hard nipples with his mouth. Suddenly, he was sucking hungrily, slurping and pulling on her titty as though he expected milk to flow out.
"Ohhhhhhhh, Tod! Ummmmmmmm! That feels so good! Oh, I like that! Ohhhhhhhh!"
His face was buried in the softness of her tit as she slipped her hands down and unzipped her shorts. While he was still sucking wildly, she slid them down, kicking them off. Then she ran a hand up his thigh until it was touching the throbbing rod under his pants.
"Now the other one, dear," she whispered as she unzipped his Levi's and took his immense boy shaft from its hiding place.
"That's the boy," she murmured. "Suck hard. Ohhhhhh, it feels so good! Ummmmmmmm!"
Without warning, she pulled him on top of her, wrapping her legs around him. His head jerked up, a surprised look on his face. With one hand, she pulled his face down and kissed him hotly, while with the other she guided his jerking cock into her hot, waiting hole.
Using her heels on his ass, she pushed his prick into her tube, moaning against his lips as she felt the large shaft slide into her cunt, separating the sensitive tissues, and with a lunge, pound against her womb.
"Oh, Tod!" she cried into his ear. "Oh, God! Fuck me! Oh, please! Fuck me! Oh, Christ I need it! Unnnnngghhhhhhhh!"
The boy was lost in wonder and excitement. Her snapping cunt was the most wonderful thing he had ever stuck his young dick into. And her large tits provided a soft cushion for his chest as he slammed his tool deep into her belly.
"Uunnnnnnnnngggggghhhhhhh!" he moaned. "Oh, Christ! Uuuuummmmmmfff! God! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
She was writhing her ass under him, forcing his shaft to touch all sides of her pussy. She would squeeze her cunt tight as he was drawing his cock out, then open it up as he thrust it back in, banging against her uterus with the tip.
"FUCK ME, TOD! FUCK ME! FASTER!
FASTER! OHHHHHHHHHH!"
His belt buckle was scraping against her tummy, but she was so lost in the wonderful pleasure of his prick she hardly noticed. His balls slapped against her asshole each time he jammed his prong in deep, and it was exciting.
"Uuuuuunnnnnnggggh!" he groaned into her shoulder. "I ... can't ... hold ... it ... any ... more! Whhhhuuufff! Ungh! Ungh!"
His juice gushed into her cunt, the warm cream spurting out the end of his dick, slamming against her womb. His body went taut, and he arched his back as the juice flowed from his balls through his dick.
"TOD!" she screamed. "TOD! OHHHHHH, BABY! UNNGGGGHHHH! DONT STOP! I'M CUMING TOO! UNGH' AAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
Their bodies jerked and squirmed as they tried to get the most from their orgasms. She clawed at his back as the tremors of climax wracked her body. Then it was over and they lay still.
"Ohhhhh, Tod!" Eileen gasped. "That was wonderful!"
"Uh huh," he breathed heavily. "I ... I never thought I'd ever...!"
"I know, darling. I know. But now, we can do it whenever we want to." She kissed him, passionately. "I want you, dear. I need it very much. Will you give it to me?"
"Uh huh," he moaned. He pulled his dripping rod from her cummy cunt and got to his knees. Then he sat on the straw next to her, his breath coming in gasps as he stared at her lush body.
"You can come to my room tonight, after everybody's in bed," she said. "Is that all right?"
"Nope," he said, still winded. "They could hear. Those walls aren't very thick. I know."
"Where, then?"
"Here! Right here! It's the safest place. Ma would kill me, if she ever found out."
"All right. We'll make it here. After they're asleep. I won't tell anybody, and I know you won't. But we'd better be getting back, before somebody misses us." She got on her knees, kissed him again, then stood up and began dressing.
Tod didn't wait for her. He stuffed his still hard juice-covered dick back into his pants, then went down the ladder. He was back at work, throwing hay, when Eileen finally came down. They smiled at each other wordlessly, then Eileen waved and went back to the house.
As Tod continued on with his chores, he still couldn't believe what had happened. In his wildest dreams, he wouldn't have thought that a woman like that would want a kid like him. He thought about her fantastic body, and how she could use her cunt so expertly, and it made all the other girls he had known tame by comparison. He shook his head in wonder, then tried to think of something else so his hard-on would go down.
After supper, Tod, his mother and Bob played gin rummy while Eileen went over the last year's advertising in the office. She was having as much trouble concentrating on what she was doing as Tod was on his cards. Several times, his mother asked him where in the hell his mind was. He didn't answer; just grinned a silly grin and went on.
When they heard the sound of horses hooves on the drive, Tod got up and went outside. He knew who it was. He and Dee were the only ones in the valley who rode horseback at night. He was just stepping off the porch when she reined up and dismounted.
"How come you didn't come over tonight?" she asked, dropping the reins and walking toward him.
"Aw, I was playing cards with my Mom. Did you want something?"
"Huh uh. I just wondered." She fingered the buttons on her shirt. "Want to do anything tonight?"
The boy didn't answer for a moment. He was thinking about what Dee was like when he screwed her, comparing her to Eileen. It wasn't even close. He didn't want to fuck Dee, and get all pooped out before he met Eileen in the barn later.
"Naw, I don't think so, Dee. Maybe tomorrow night."
She dropped her hand to the bulge under his zipper, and rubbed the mound with her fingers. "Sure?"
He was tempted. He knew Dee would suck him off, and he really liked that. He had no idea whether Eileen would or not, and didn't really want to ask, as long as she would fuck him.
"I can't. Really. I should stay with my Mom tonight. I better be getting back in. Call me tomorrow at lunch time. We can decide what we're going to do then."
"Darn," she pouted. "Okay. I'll call you tomorrow." She pecked him on the lips and mounted her horse. '"Bye!"
'"Bye!" Tod watched her ride off, then turned to go back in. He wasn't sure whether Dee would ever be able to satisfy him again. Or any other young girl.
When he went into the kitchen, his mother and Bob were gone. The cards were stacked on the table, but their lighters and cigarettes were gone, too. He decided they had gone to bed, and went to his room to read until they were asleep.
Actually, Bob had urged his sister to go out to the front of the house. They had just sat down on the lawn and lit up when they heard Dee's horse galloping away down the lane.
"Think he's screwin' her?" Bob asked, quietly.
"I suppose," Marcy sighed. "How you gonna stop 'em? Hell, we were screwin' at his age. Can't really blame him."
"I wasn't blaming him for anything," Bob laughed. "I just wondered if you knew." He took a pull on his cigarette, letting the smoke out slowly. "Think she's gonna make it?"
"Eileen? I don't know. I told her today, if she'd screw Don Squires, he'd give her the money she needs. But she didn't think much of the idea."
"You'd like to have him fuck you too, wouldn't you?"
"Sure! Why not? What's wrong with that? You'd like to dick Eileen too, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah," he sighed. "I sure would. Think it's possible?"
"Youil never know unless you ask," she giggled. "Are you going to?"
"I might. I just might. Damn. I get a hard-on just thinkin' about it. You want to fuck?"
"Uh-huh. I been thinkin' about Don all day, too. Where do you want to do it? In the cottage again?"
"Nah. Let's do it right here. They won't come out front. Even if they do, I can roll off and we can say we were just out here talkin'."
Marcy turned her head and glanced at the house. The light was still on in the office, and as she was looking, Tod turned on a lamp in his room.
"Okay." She flicked her butt away, then laid back, pulling her dress up to her waist. "C'mon, stud. I need something in that cunt before I go absolutely crazy!"
Bob chuckled, unzipped his pants, and took his huge, hairy shaft out. He rolled over between his sister's outstretched legs, then slid up until the tip of his pecker was touching the lips of her wet cunt.
"Stick it in, honey," she whispered. "I'm all ready."
Marcy reached down between her thighs, grasped his hot, jerking rod, and slid it into her gash, rubbing it up and down over the soft, damp lips of her cunt. Then she skinned the head back and inserted it into her hole.
"Oh, fuck me, Bob! Jesus! I been so hot today! Unnggghhhh!"
Bob slid his hands under her shoulders, then with a mighty lunge, he crammed his shaft deep into her pussy. Her tube was creamy, and it slid in easily until the tip banged against her womb.
"Unnnnggghhh! Goddamn, Marcy! You really are a good fuck!"
"You, too! Fuck me, honey! Ram it to me! Ohhhhh, God! Whhhuuufff! Don't stop till I tell you! Aaarrrgggghhhhh!"
And there on the grass, under the full moon, Bob pronged his sister into climax after climax, their moans soft and low.
CHAPTER FOUR
Eileen had heard Bob and Marcy go out through the front room, and now listened carefully as they returned and went upstairs. She hadn't concentrated on the advertising at all, smoking cigarette after cigarette, impatiently waiting until her cousins were asleep so she could go to the barn with Tod.
She waited a full half hour before turning off the lights and leaving the office. Then she slipped quietly up the stairs, listened at Bob's and Marcy's doors, then went to Tod's room. She tapped gently, and instantly Tod swung the door open.
"C'mon," she whispered. "They're both asleep."
The boy nodded, switched his light off, then followed her downstairs and out the front door. She took his hand, grinning, then they took off at a lope for the large, wooden building, whitewashed and brilliant in the moonlight.
Wordlessly, they passed between the stalls to the far end, then Eileen climbed the ladder with Tod on her heels. As soon as they were in the hay, she began taking off her clothes. Tod followed suit, and within seconds they were gazing at each other, completely nude.
"Oh, Tod!" Eileen whimpered as she went to him, holding his hard young hairless body close to hers. "I almost couldn't wait! It seemed like days before they went to bed!"
The boy trembled, feeling her tits pressed against his chest, and her flat belly nudging his stiff dick upward, tight against the creamy skin of her belly.
"Me, too!" he gasped. He put his arms around her, squeezing her warm body against his. "What do you want to do?"
Eileen backed away from his embrace. "Lay down, honey. I'll show you."
Tod flopped down on his back, his shiny cock glistening in the moonlight, throbbing and jerking with desire. He stretched his legs out, his arms at his side, waiting expectantly.
"I want to suck you off, honey," Eileen murmured. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Uh huh! But you don't have to, you know."
"I know." She knelt down beside him, taking his hard tool in her fingers. She stared at it, her eyes glazed, as she very slowly skinned it back, bringing the shiny purple fragrant head into view.
"That's such a beautiful prick," she said softly.
"You must be very proud of it."
"Yeah, I guess. Is it bigger than most?"
"Oh, yes, honey! My, yes!" She ran her hand up and down on the shaft, brushing her fingers gently over the pulsating rod.
With expert care, she caressed his dong and his balls, feeling the boy's body shudder as tremors of delight surged through his hard young frame.
"Ohhhhhhh!" he groaned. "Jesus, Eileen! Don't tease so much! Unnnnnnggggggghhh!"
"All right, dear. I won't."
She bent down and ran her tongue around the rim of his dick expertly, licking the tip and running her lips lightly over the shiny skin. Then she opened her mouth and slid it down his tool until it was touching the back of her throat.
"Ohhhhhhh, God!" Tod gasped. '' Uuuuummmmmmffff! Uuuuuuuuggghh!"
Eileen slowly raised her head, letting her tongue slide over and around his jerking dick as she pulled up, then pushed her lips back down, slurping and sucking as she did so, making her mouth feel like a cunt on his prong.
"UUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
"Ummmmmmmmm!" she murmured deep in her throat as the boy began hunching his ass up to her face, trying desperately to cram his tool in as far as he could.
"Aaarrrrrggggghhhhhh!" he moaned. He was writhing and twisting under her. Then he reached out a hand and felt for her ass. He ran his fingers down her crack until he reached her hot cunt, then he shoved a finger deep into her hole.
"UMMMMMMMMM! " she groaned. "UUUUMMMMMMMM!"
The slurping sounds were loud now, mixing with the swishing noises of wet flesh as Tod pumped his finger in and out of her juicy tube.
Tod lifted his ass off the straw as his hot cream surged up his dong and spurted into her mouth, flowing as it had never flowed before. Each gush sent thrilling tingles up the boy's spine.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! OHHHHH, AAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!"
Eileen swallowed greedily, tasting his sweet juices as they spewed against the back of her mouth and down her throat; hot, creamy and delicious.
"UUUUMMMMMMM!" she moaned. "UUUUUUMMMMMMMM!"
She continued to suck until the last of his fuck fluid had dripped onto her tongue. Then she carefully licked his cock off. She raised her head, smiled at the gasping boy, then mounted him. Reaching back between her legs, she guided his prick to her waiting hole and slipped it in.
"You just lay there and enjoy it, honey," she cooed. "I'm going to give you a fuck you'll never forget."
Raising up on her hands, she began to corkscrew up and down on his prick, squeezing her cunt muscles tightly as she pumped her ass. She swirled, twisted, lunged, hunched, trying to make his cock touch every sensitive fiber in her tube.
"Do ... you ... like ... that?" she asked, staring into his face, which was twisted in agonizing pleasure.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuh! Huuuuuuuuuuuhhh! Whhhhhhuuuuuuuufffffff! Christ! Oh, my God! Uuuuummmmmmffff!"
The thwack of her ass hitting his thighs echoed in the cavernous loft as she slammed down on his tool.
"I ... can't ... seem ... to ... get ... enough ... of ... you!" she gasped. "Pretty ... soon ... now!"
"Oh, Eileen!" he whimpered. "I can't stand it! Whhhufff! NOW! OH, SWEET JESUS! NOW! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
Her upper body straightened and her head went back as she felt his hot liquid jetting into her, slamming against her womb. Violent shudders wracked her body as he jerked under her, arching his back, driving his spurting dick deep into her cunt.
Slowly, Eileen relaxed, letting her body go limp as she bent down to kiss the boy. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily. She slid her drooling pussy off his relaxing rod, then rolled over on her side, gazing lovingly at Tod's face.
"Did you like that?" she whispered.
"Oh, Jesus, yes! Wow! I've never ... never had anything like that before!"
"Well do it some more, sweet. I liked it, too. Shall we get started back? It's getting pretty late."
"Uh huh." He sat up, groggily, then reached for his clothes.
Eileen stood up and began dressing. She noticed that Tod's wet prick was limp, and knew she had drained him. For tonight, at least. When they were both ready, Tod led the way down the ladder, and they went back to the house.
At the foot of the stairs, Eileen pulled him to her and planted a kiss on his lips.
"Well do it again tomorrow night. Okay?"
"Jeez, yeah! You go on up. I'll wait a few minutes, then I'll go to my room." He touched her arm. "It was real cool."
"Yes, it was. Good night." Eileen turned and went up the stairs.
After breakfast, Eileen went over the advertising again, and had written several letters to magazines to continue the program throughout the summer when Marcy came into the office, a big grin on her face.
"Better come out, Eileen. Our first customer of the year is just driving up."
Eileen followed her to the front door, where she saw one of the town's two cabs stopping by the door. A pretty young girl got out, waited while the driver unloaded her suitcases, then she paid him and came up the walk.
"That's Donna Turner," Marcy whispered. "She's been here three summers, now. Pretty nice kid. Helps me out when I get busy."
Eileen appraised the girl. She was about twelve. Her lithe young body was filling out well, and she had rich, dark brown hair that hung almost to her waist. As she neared, Eileen could see that she had large brown eyes and a nicely shaped face.
"Good morning," Eileen said, opening the screen door. "I want to welcome you back, Miss Turner. I'm Mrs. Daws."
The girl took Eileen's out-stretched hand, a puzzled frown on her face. "Where's the other Mrs. Daws? Claudia, I mean."
"I'm afraid she isn't here anymore, dear. She passed away a month ago. It was an accident."
"Oh, I see."
"I'm her sister-in-law, and the new owner. I'm sure we'll have just as much fun as before. Why don't you come in and have something cool to drink. I'll have Bob take care of your bags."
"Okay." She stepped past Eileen into the main room. "Oh, hi, Marcy!" she said, spotting the redhead. "How have you been?"
"Fine, Donna. Just fine. How come you're here so early?"
"Oh, my folks went to Europe, and they didn't want to take me. They were going to send me to my Aunt's in Ohio, but I told them I'd rather come here early."
"That's nice," Eileen said. "We're glad to have you. How about some pop or something. It's two hours till lunch."
"Sounds great!"
Marcy led the girl to the kitchen while Eileen went in search of Bob. She found him in one of the boy's cottages, trying to repair a leaky faucet.
"We have our first customer, Bob," she said gaily. "Will you take care of her bags, please?"
"Swell!" he grinned, putting down the wrench. "Who is it?"
"Donna Turner. Marcy says she's been here several times."
An expression of pure delight crossed the man's face. He made every effort to keep from chuckling. "Oh? Yeah, she's a regular. Nice kid." He wiped his hands on a rag. "Where's her stuff."
"In front of the main house. Let's put her in cottage number one, shall we? That way she won't get lonesome until the other kids start arriving."
"If there are any other kids," Bob replied. "Sure. Number one it is."
Eileen returned to the house and went into the kitchen. The girl was sitting at the table, a bottle of pop and a plate of cookies in front of her. She was talking a mile a minute to Marcy, who was getting things ready for lunch.
"It's too bad about Claudia," Donna said to Eileen as she sat down. "She was awfully nice. The kids all liked her a lot. Especially the girls."
"I suppose so," Eileen said. "Were you here all last year? I mean, all summer?"
"No. I had to leave early. My oldest sister was getting married, so I had to go home in August."
"Then you weren't here when ...?" Eileen stopped when she saw Marcy shaking her head violently behind the girl, signaling her not to say anything.
"When what?" Donna asked.
"Oh, nothing, dear. Nothing." She changed the subject. "I suppose you'd like to look the place over? It's just the same, though. It hasn't changed since I used to come here as a girl."
"Yes, I would. If you don't mind, I'd like to saddle a horse and ride around this afternoon. Marcy says none of the other kids are here yet. Is that okay?"
"Sure," Marcy interjected. "She's pretty good on a horse, Eileen. She won't hurt herself."
"Fine. It's all set then. Now, why don't you go to your cottage and put your things away. Bob's put your suitcases in number one."
"Okay." The girl drained the bottle of pop, then hurried from the room.
"Sweet girl," Marcy said.
"Yes," Eileen agreed. "She seems very nice."
"Hi, honey," Bob said as Donna came into the cottage. "I sure have missed you."
Donna ran to him, her hair flying, and planted a long kiss on his lips. "Ohhhh, Bob! I've missed you so much! God, it was terrible!"
"You haven't been playin' around with the boys while you were gone, have you?" he chided her, holding her close.
"Oh, no! Not one! I couldn't after we ... after what we did together."
"Okay, then." He could feel his cock lengthening and getting hard as she pressed herself tightly against him. She could feel it too, and looked up at him, a grin on her face.
"When can we ... when can we do it? I want to so much! It's all I thought about all the way here."
"Well, not now." He held her away from him, not wanting to go back outside with a hard-on. "You get away this afternoon. We can meet up in the west meadow. You know the place."
"Sure! I've already told them I wanted to go for a ride this afternoon. I'll met you up there after lunch." She let out a squeal, and put her arms around him. "Oh, Bob! It's been so long!"
"I know, honey," he whispered into her hair. "I know. But it won't be much longer. You'd better put your things away. I got some work to finish before we eat."
He kissed her, then went out the door, the bulge in the front of his pants getting bigger.
During lunch, Tod stared at the newcomer with a decided gleam in his eye. He had never before tried any of the guests at the ranch, but he was older and wiser now, and Donna looked as though she wouldn't be too hard to get.
Bob was polite to her, but that was all. He had no intention of giving his hand away. They had started last year, and no one knew about it yet, not even Marcy.
Eileen carried most of the conversation, happy that at least one of the former customers hadn't heard about the scandal and refused to send their youngster. It gave her some glimmer of hope that things might turn out all right after all.
"Saddle up the roan mare for Donna, will you?" Marcy asked Tod after they had finished. "She wants to take a ride this afternoon."
"Sure." Tod left for the barn, and Donna went to her cottage to change into jeans.
"I'm going in to town to see about getting some fencing," Bob said, getting up from the table. "The corral is going to need some repairs before the kids come. Anyone want anything?"
When Eileen and Marcy shook their heads, he turned and went out the door, a sly grin on his face.
"Donna doesn't know anything about what happened then, does she?" Eileen said as she helped Marcy stack the dishes.
"No, she doesn't. Shell find out soon enough, when the others get here. But I didn't think you should tell her so soon. She thought a lot of Claudia, and it would break her heart."
"All right. We won't tell her, then. Did she say anything about the money?"
"Yeah. Her Dad's going to send a check right away."
"Wonderful. Now, let's hope we get some more pretty soon."
Bob parked the wagon well off the road, behind a clump of lilac bushes that concealed it from the winding lane that went through the meadow. He got out, walked slowly to the grassy area where he and Donna had met before, and sat down, lighting a cigarette. Before he had smoked it halfway, he heard her horse pounding through the trees, and she reined up in the clearing and dismounted, tying the mare to a tree.
She ran to him, laughing loudly. He got up in time to grab her as she threw herself in his arms.
"Oh, Bob! Bob! Oh, this is wonderful!"
She pushed herself away, looked at him shyly for a moment, then began unbuttoning her blouse. Bob took his shirt off, hie eyes on her as she pulled off her jeans, then reached behind to unhook her bra. Her tits were almost fully developed, hard and firm, the cones pointing straight out from her chest. Her nipples were big for a girl, dark pink and hard.
"You've grown some since last year," he chuckled. "Been massagin' 'em?" He pulled off his pants as she giggled.
"No. Don't be silly. I'm just growing up, that's all."
She slipped her panties down her legs, and Bob's prick jerked when he saw her cunt, covered with a very light down of brown fuz. She threw the panties into the air, laughing, then laid down on the grass.
"Ohhhh, your cock's so hard," she teased as he walked toward her. "Ummmmmmm! Let me!"
She got up on her knees, and when he was close enough, she grasped his prick and caressed it lovingly. She looked up at his face and smiled, then bent down to slip her lips over his rod.
''Ohhhhhh, Donna! Damn! Uuuuuunnnnnnggggghhhhh!" She was sucking him hard, pulling her cheeks in as she slipped her mouth up and down on his jerking shaft. She wriggled her ass and moved her knees so she was comfortable, then began sucking his dick in earnest.
"Uuuuuummmmmmm!" she moaned. "Ummmmmmm!"
"Do it, baby!" he groaned. "Suck it dry! Whhhhhhuuuff! Oh, baby! Uuuunnnnggghhhhh!"
The girl gripped both of his thighs and bobbed her head, slurping and sucking on his prong with everything she had. The sun beat down on her back as she pumped and pulled on his hard tool, her tongue doing crazy, wild things to the end of it.
"Aaarrrrrggghhhhhh!" Bob hunched his ass, his legs quivering. He put his hands on top of her head and shuddered.
"NOW!" he cried. "NOW! OH, LORD 'A MERCY! UUUUUUNNNNNGGGHHHHH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! WHHHHHUUUUUUFFFFF!"
The sticky cum exploded from the tip of his pecker, shooting out in giant hot spurts against the back of her throat.
"UMMMMMMMMM! UMMMMMMMMMM!
UUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMM!" Donna was swallowing as fast as she could, trying to keep up with the flow of juice spewing out the end of his dick. When it was all over, she licked his dong clean, running her tongue up and down the length of his throbbing shaft. Then she fell back and spread her legs.
"Okay," she grinned, giggling. "My turn now."
Bob got to his knees and crawled between her legs. When his face was over her sweet-smelling child's cunt, he laid down and put his hands under her ass. He kissed her crotch all over, nibbling at her soft forming hair and rubbing his lips up and down her tiny gash.
"Don't tease!" she whined. "Do it! Lick it! Right there! Oh, God! Bob! Oooooooooooog!"
He inserted his tongue in her slit and ran it up to her clit, lapping and licking at the lips of her tiny twat. Then he put his lips around her little nubbin and began to suck, using his tongue to tease it at the same time.
"Bob! Ummmmmmmmm! Oh, honey!
Uuuuuuunnnnnfff! That's it! That's what I've been dreaming about! Uuuuunnnnnnnggggghhhhh!"
He slid his mouth down her gash until his tongue found her hole. Slipping it in as far as he could, he began rimming her tube, lapping up the flow of juice from her cunny.
"Oh, God! Uuuuunnnnnnngggggh! Do it! Eat me, Bob! EAT ME!"
She threw her legs over his shoulders, squeezing his head as she writhed and twisted on the grass, hunching and jerking until she reached her climax.
Bob rose up quickly, sliding up over her still quaking body until his enormous dick was touching her little child's pussy. He used his ass to guide his huge prong in, then he shoved it with all his force deep into her tiny belly.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEE!" she screamed. "FUUUUUUCK MEEEE!"
Bob pumped his dong into her without stopping, jamming and cramming his tool hard and fast as she pumped her little ass up to his every thrust. Her child's twat was so tight, and it had been so long since he'd stabbed her, he couldn't hold back.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! OH, MY GOD! BOB! BOB!"
"AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried out, his copious fluid bursting from his pecker into her.
In a wild thrashing of arms and legs, twisting and turning bodies, they both had an orgasm, their gasps, moans and groans filling the small clearing. Then it was quiet.
"Oh, Bob," Donna whispered. "That's what I needed. You!"
"You're pretty great yourself, little gal," he gasped. "I sure missed that."
He pulled his cum-covered dick out of her little gash carefully and got up slowly, helped her up, then they began dressing, their eyes on each other all the while. When they were clothed, the girl ran to him, throwing her arms around his waist and squeezing him.
"You're the best ever," she cried. "The best!"
"Thanks, honey." He pushed her away from him gently. "I got to get goin', now. Have to go to town. I'll see you at supper, and we'll figure out how we can get together again."
"Cool," she grinned. "See you then."
She mounted the mare and rode off, waving gaily to him as he stood there. Then he climbed into the wagon and headed for town, a contented smile on his face.
Back at the house, Eileen and Marcy were having a highball in the front room. Eileen had asked her cousin to join her, as she was beginning to become more and more worried about the money. When they had sipped their drinks and lit a cigarette, Eileen looked at her cousin thoughtfully.
"Do you really think if I went to Don Squires' house and let him take me to bed, that he'd loan me the money?"
Marcy opened her eyes wide, took another drink, then sighed and nodded. "With your body, he'd probably give you the moon."
"It's nice of you to say that, but that's the last thing we need right now. Five thousand is more realistic. Have you talked with any of the girls he's ... screwed? Is there anything I should know?"
Marcy shook her head. "Nope! Just be a woman. Hell take care of the rest." She paused. "Are you really goin' to do it? Are you goin' to let him go all the way?"
Eileen laughed. "I don't know, yet. But I've decided to at least go over and find out what I can. After supper. If I don't like the deal, I'll be right back."
"Well," Marcy smiled, holding up her glass. "Here's to luck. If you do let him screw you, I hope you get a million."
"Or two!" They drank.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Donna came into the house after her ride, Eileen noticed her face was unusually flushed and asked the girl if she felt all right. Donna smiled smugly, and told her she had never felt better.
Eileen had asked Marcy not to tell anyone where she was going that evening. The children probably wouldn't pay too much attention, but Bob would certainly know what was in the wind. When they had finished eating, Eileen stood up and shoved her chair under the table.
"I'm going out for a while," she announced. "I want to see what the town looks like now. I shouldn't be too late."
"You gonna take the wagon?" Bob asked. He had plans for the car later on.
"Well, I'm certainly not going to walk. And I haven't been on a horse in years. Of course, I'm going to take the car. Did you have other plans?"
"No," he replied sullenly. "Nothing that won't keep."
"Okay. I'm going to go change. Have a nice evening, everybody."
She went upstairs and changed into a sweater and matching plaid jacket and shirt. They weren't her best clothes, but she guessed there might be a wrestling match later, and she didn't want to mess up her good clothes. She put on some perfume, adjusted her bra, then went out to the station wagon and started for town. Marcy had told her how to get to Squire's house, and it wasn't too hard to find.
Damn, she thought as she drove in the darkness. I've never been paid for a fuck before, but I guess this is the best time to start. If he doesn 't give me the money for operating expenses, until the parents start coming through with tuitions, I don't know how I'll make it.
She guided the car into the large circular driveway in front of Squire's big, two-story house. Most of the lights were on, so she assumed he would be in. Parking the wagon near the door, she got out and walked bravely onto the porch. After she rang the bell, butterflies fluttered in her stomach, but there was no turning back now.
A beautiful dark-haired girl in a maid's uniform answered. About twenty, she was full busted and petite, dark eyes matching her hair.
"Yes?" she said, and her voice had a pleasant ring to it.
"I'm Mrs. Eileen Daws. I'd like to see Mr. Squires, if he's in."
"Oh, I'm sorry. He is just getting ready to...."
"Who is it, Marie?" Squires' voice sounded in the hallway. In a second, he was looking over the maid's head into the eyes of Eileen. "Well! Hello, there! You're the last person I expected to see."
"I ... I want to talk to you, Mr. Squires. It won't take much of your time. And it's very important."
"All right. Come in. Come in." He elbowed the maid aside and let her enter. "Marie, call the club and tell them I'll be a little late. Let's go in the study, Mrs. Daws. I can certainly spare a few minutes for such a lovely creature as yourself."
He ushered her into a large room filled with a man's things. A large desk commanded the room, and there was a bar along one wall. Opposite, was a huge couch, fully ten feet long, tufted in what appeared to be red velvet. He seated her in a chair in front of the desk, then went around and took his chair behind it.
"Now. What can I do for you, Mrs. Daws?"
"I ... I don't quite know how to say this, but I desperately need a loan. Just until the tuitions come in, you understand. No more than sixty days. Do you suppose you...?"
"I suppose we should have a drink, before we begin any talk of business," he smiled. He rose, and went to the bar. "What would you like? Martini? Manhattan? Highball?"
"A martini would be fine," she murmured. Here we go, she thought. First liquor, then dick her.
"Tell me," he asked, mixing the drinks, "are you still married?"
"No. I've been divorced almost ten years."
"Your brother married into the ranch, didn't he? Just after Claudia's father passed away?"
"Yes. Then he was recalled into the service, and was killed last year in Viet Nam."
"I see." Squires brought two drinks to the desk, handed one to Eileen, then sat down.
"And your cousins? How do they fit in?"
Eileen sipped the cold cocktail, then set it on the desk and lit a cigarette.
"My brother took them in, actually. Bob was having a hard time of it, taking care of Marcy and her boy. So he offered them both jobs. They've both been doing very well at the ranch."
"So now you need some money. Operating capital, or do you plan to renovate the place?"
"Operating capital." She hesitated. "Please, Mr. Squires. I'm desperate. I need the money badly, or I wouldn't be here."
"Obviously. Especially after your outburst yesterday. Do you have any collateral?"
"Not really. I have some money, but there are debts against the ranch. I know it's a lot to ask, but I '"
"Well, perhaps we can work something out. You're a very attractive woman, Mrs....Eileen. I just might be able to be persuaded."
"I know," she sighed, looking at her lap. "Do you want me to go to bed with you, in order to get the money?"
"Would that be so bad? I mean, if you don't have a husband to, ahhhhh, service you, you must feel very frustrated. I'm not all that bad, you know."
She glanced up at his face, and saw that it had softened considerably. There was a tender look in his eyes, and the smile on his lips was not a leer.
"I ... I know what you want, Mr. Squires. And I'm prepared to give it to you. Here, or in another room?"
"Call me Don, Eileen. And I don't want to force you. If ' you feel that way, it wouldn't be interesting at all."
"You're not forcing me, Mr. ... Don. But let's get it over with, shall we?"
With that, she stood up and took off her jacket. As she slipped it off, Don admired the huge tits that the sweater covered but didn't conceal. She hung the jacket carefully over the back of her chair, kicked off her shoes, then slipped the sweater off over her head.
Her bra didn't begin to hold her lush tits. They overflowed at the top and sides, as though ready to flop out if she were to bend over. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop, exposing her hairy cunt under the thin pantyhose. Several hairs had worked through the material, protruding enticingly.
"Well?" she sighed, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. "Aren't you going to undress?"
"Yes. Yes, of course." He had been watching her with fascination, her exquisite body holding him in a trance. He stood up and came around the desk just as she let the bra slide off her arms, the conical, creamy tits with their pink, eraser-like nipples bared.
"God!" he gasped as he slipped out of his shirt. "You're beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!"
"Thank you," she said, almost in a whisper as she hooked her thumbs in the sides of her pantyhose and slid them down her long, well-shaped legs.
When she turned around to face him after draping her hose over the chair, it was her turn to gasp. He was completely nude also, and the size of his prick took her breath away. It was an immense shaft, fully ten inches long, hair covered to the tip, then shiny where the foreskin covered the purple head.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned involuntarily.
His sack of balls was bigger than anything she had ever seen. They swung ponderously under the magnificent dong, apparently capable of holding gallons of boiling cum. But his cock! She couldn't take her eyes off his cock! At the thought of having that inside her cunt, she trembled with anticipation.
"Not too bad, is it?" he smiled. "I'm rather proud of it. From what the women tell me, it's the biggest in the country, and perhaps the state."
He put a hand around it, and revolved it, letting her get a good look at the gleaming shaft from all angles. Then he skinned the head back, letting her see the shiny purple knob, as big around as a beer bottle.
"I need a drink," she gasped, reaching for her glass with shaking fingers and draining it.
"Here," he said quickly. "Let me get you another." He took her glass and his to the bar, where he refilled them. He gave hers back, then sat on the front edge of the desk as he sipped the clear liquid.
Eileen sat down, took a swallow, then continued to stare at the prong sticking up from his pelvis, jerking now as he calmly let his eyes rove over her delectable body. She was hot, and her gash had separated, the pink lips of her cunt showing in the dark hair that surrounded her pussy.
"How would you like it, Eileen? On the couch? On the floor? Or would you like me to eat you first?"
"I ... I...!" She stammered as she let her gaze shift to his perfectly formed body, tanned and well muscled. He was an adonis! In every way! He had put his drink down, and his hands were gripping the edge of the desk lightly.
"I ... I think I'd like to suck you! Would that be all right? I mean, I...!"
"Of course, sweetheart. How about right here?"
She nodded and placed her glass on the floor. Then she leaned forward in the chair and took his tool in her hand. It was so big, her fingers wouldn't touch as she wrapped them around the base of his throbbing prick.
Slowly, her entire body shaking, she bent down and let her lips caress the tip of the huge tool. Then she stuck her tongue out and began to rim the shiny head, licking it all over and teasing the tiny slit in the end.
"Uuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnngggggghhhhhh!" Don moaned softly, putting his hands on her head. "Christ, that's good! Uuuunnnnnnngggghhhh!"
Eileen opened her mouth wide, and slipped it down over his pecker, but it was so big she couldn't begin to get even most of it in her mouth. The farthest she could go was over the foreskin that was pushed back.
"Aaarrrrrrggggghhhhh!" Don groaned. "That's the way, baby! Suck it! Uuuuummmmmmmfffff! Oh, honey! Ungh! Ungh!"
"Uuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm!" she murmured in her throat as she began sucking with everything she had, her cheeks drawn in as she bobbed her head up and down on his hot dong.
"Christ, Eileen!" he gasped. "Oh, Christ! It ... won't ... be ... much ... longer!" Ummmmmmmfffff! Aaarrrrrggggghhhhhh!"
Oh, do it! she thought. Cream! Let it come out! Oh, God, what a prick! Aloud, she moaned.
"Uuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmm!"
"Now, baby! NOW! UUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFF! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! OH, LORD! A A AAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"
She felt, through her lips and tongue, the surging flow of liquid coursing up his shaft, then it was exploding with spurting pressure against the back of her throat, washing down her gullet like water from a tap.
She swallowed as quickly as she could, but there was so much hot sticky cum that her mouth was filled. It ran out the sides of her lips as she continued to bob her head on his dick, sucking and swallowing until the gusher finally stopped.
"UUUUUUMMMMMMMMM!" she moaned when her throat was clear, still slurping and licking the last drops from the head of his pulsating shaft.
She rose up slowly, wiping the juice from her chin with the back of her hand, grinning at the man who sat there with his big chest heaving.
"How was that, Don? Better than most?"
"God, yes! Oh, Lord, Eileen! Where have you been? Jesus! I haven't been blown like that ... I've never been blown like that! Damn!" He slid off the desk and stood there, his legs quivering.
"What do you want now?" she asked coyly. "On the couch? On the floor? What?"
Don laughed. "You little vixen! Get on your knees on the couch, and put your head on the back. I'll show you what a real prick is like."
Eileen got up and crossed the room. She knelt on the red velvet couch, resting her head in her arms on the back. She spread her legs, giving Don a view of both her brown asshole and the wet, slick pussy underneath.
Don strode over to her, his prick in his hand. Her pink cheeks were perfectly formed and inviting. He could see her big tits hanging down under her, the pointed cones gently swaying as she squirmed on her knees to get comfortable.
He stepped up behind her and rubbed the hot end of his rod up and down her dark crack, then slipped it further down to tease her cunt.
"Oh, stick it in, Don! Don't play around like that. I want to feel that big rod inside me."
"All right. Here it comes." He inserted the tip into her wet hole, then grabbed her by the hips and lunged forward, hunching his immense tool quickly into her tube.
"JESUS CHRIST!" Eileen screamed. "OH, MY GOD!UUUGGGGGHHHHH!"
It still wasn't all the way in. Don grinned, positioned his feet, then pressed forward, cramming the huge tool deeper into her intestines.
"GOD! OH, JESUS! DON! DON! OH, STOP! I CANT TAKE ANY MORE!"
"Just hang on, baby!" Don grunted. "I'll fuck that cunt until you beg me to quit!"
He hunched and pumped, drawing his shaft almost all the way out, then ramming it in again. Her cunt was tight, but with the size of his prick, all cunts were tight. He poked it all the way in, until he could feel her ass cheeks against his pelvis, then he reached around her and took a tit in each hand.
"DON! OH, JESUS! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! OH, MY GOD! IT'S SO GODDAMN BIG! UUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHH! OH! AARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"
She had an orgasm, unable to help herself with the monstrous prick imbedded in her pussy. She shuddered and moaned, feeling the rod clear up to her waist. It had hurt at first, but now it was slipping in and out of her with ease, her fluid making her tube slippery.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Don grunted. "Damn! I'm ... almost ... ready ... to ... shoot ... off ... again!"
He squeezed her tits harder as he lunged and hunched, his free-swinging balls slapping against the upper reached of her pussy.
"DO IT, DON! I'M READY! DO IT! OHHHHHHHH! UMMMMMMMMM! UUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! JESUS! OH, MY GOD!"
As he had in her mouth, his juices pounded against her womb in a seemingly endless flow, slamming against her uterus with powerful spurts, then fining her tube up so quickly the white sticky cum flowed out onto the floor.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" he gasped. "OHHHHHHHH, EILEEN! UNGH!"
His hands dropped away from her tits, and he stood up, his dick sliding from her tube as he did. The fluid spilled out of her cunt in a wave, splaching against the rug with a plop.
He walked on wobbly legs back to the desk, picked up the glasses, then weaved to the bar where he refilled them. As he was doing this, Eileen slowly got up from the couch, her knees knocking together weakly. She was going to try for the chair by the desk, but realized she would never make it and sat down abruptly on the couch.
"Whew," she sighed as she accepted the drink from Don. "I don't know when I've ever been fucked like that! Jesus, what a prick! I thought you were going to tear my insides out!"
"I'm glad you liked it," he grinned, walking back to his chair behind the desk and sitting down. "I have to rest for a while, before we can do any more. But there's something else you might be interested in."
"What's that?"
"Marie. Wouldn't you like to have that little pixie eat your cunt?"
"What?" Her eyes opened wide. "Why would she want to do that?"
"She's a Les. A Lesbian. After I got those other maids knocked up, Dad read me the riot act. I told you, he hates any form of scandal. So he insisted I get a Les for a maid. She's really a good worker, but she doesn't have much ... much of a sex life. Not in this town."
The drink gave Eileen enough stamina to walk to the desk for her cigarettes. She lit one, then sat down across from Don.
"Is that part of the deal, too?"
"No. Not if you don't want to. I just thought I'd ask."
"Well, if you don't mind, I think I'll pass this time. I don't think I'm really in the mood for a woman right now."
"Certainly. I understand. But, would you mind if she at least watched us? She wouldn't let a man touch her, but she does get a kick out of seeing another woman getting fucked. She wouldn't be in our way."
Eileen thought suddenly of how she had felt when she had watched Tod and Dee, then Bob and Marcy, and she smiled.
"Of course not. Let her come in. Might be fun."
"Fine." He turned to the door. "Marie! Come on in. It's all right with the lady."
The door opened immediately, and Eileen turned to see the young girl enter, completely nude. She had a fabulous figure, small and well formed. Her tits were large, compared to the rest of her, and she looked like a living doll. Eileen's first thought was that it was a shame she didn't like men. They would fall all over themselves, if they could stick a dick into all that loveliness.
"Thank you," Marie nodded to Eileen. "I won't bother you at all. You won't even know I'm here."
Don's cock jerked as he stared at the girl. Just once, he thought. Just once!
Eileen turned back to Don. "One more time, and that's it. I don't think I could stand much more. Only this time, I want to get on top. You stick it in too hard."
"Okay," he chuckled. "You do all the work, and I'll lay back and love every minute of it."
He walked around the desk, moved to the center of the room, then laid down on the thick rug. His huge tool was as stiff as before. He skinned it back and looked questioningly at Marie, who had taken a seat on the couch. She looked at his prick, then shook her head silently.
But the girl watched Eileen very carefully as the blonde stood up and went to Don. Her tongue flicked over her lips as she saw the big tits sway as she walked, then her eyes went to Eileen's pussy, the hair damp from fucking, and her bare legs twitched.
"Ready?" she asked.
"Sure," Don replied. "Go ahead. Screw it off."
Eileen straddled him, then she reached back and guided his monstrous dick toward her hole. She slipped the tip in, then slowly settled her ass down over it, letting it sink into her tube a fraction of an inch at a time.
She had almost accepted all of it, when Don laughed out loud and hunched his ass, cramming his prong all the way into her belly.
"DON! A A A A R RRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH! OH, MY GOD! DON'T DO THAT! UUUUUUMMMMMMMMFFFFFF!"
"Fuck it, baby," he grunted. "Fuck it all the way off!"
The pain gave way to a pleasant sensation, and Eileen began to corkscrew up arid down on the huge shaft, swirling her cunt around and around. Her pussy was full of hot dick. It couldn't be any fuller. She hunched and pumped, twisting her ass as she pounded on it.
"Ohhhhhhh, Don! God! It's heaven to fuck you! Unnnngggh! You don't know what it feels like! Aaarrrrgggghhhh! Goddamn!"
"It feels good to me," he gasped, trying to help her by thrusting his ass up to meet her on the downward stroke. "Ohhhhh, baby. Do it to me! Fuck me! Pound that prick! Faster! Ungh! Ohhhhhh, Christ! God! Uuuuummmmmmffff!"
"Pretty ... soon ... Don! Whhhhhhuuuuuuffff! I'm ... going ... to ... wring ... it ... off ... you ... fucker! Ungh! Ungh!"
Marie was going wild on the couch, her knees bent up to her chest and two fingers buried in her cunt, pumping away as she watched the couple on the floor. She writhed, twisted and moaned as she brought herself to a climax.
"UUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" Don cried out. "OOOHHHHHHHHHHH! UMMMFF! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
His hot cream slammed into her womb, then dribbled out past his prick and onto his pelvis. Eileen continued hunching until the last of the delicious tremors had swept through her body, and she felt the orgasm drain her of strength.
She slipped off Don's rod, and laid down next to him, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her breath. Ah at once, Marie leaped from the couch, knelt between Eileen's legs, and began lapping up the white cum that was still flowing from her cunt.
Eileen was too tired to care, and let the little girl lap away at her snatch while she tried to recover her composure. The girl finished, moved up to kiss each of Eileen's nipples, then smiling at both of the prone figures, she got up and left the room.
Don and Eileen got up, wiped off and dressed, then finished the last of the clear liquid in their glasses. Neither of them had spoken, their energies spent for the evening. Then Eileen picked up her purse and stared at her good-looking lover.
"Well, how about it? Do I get the money?"
"How much do you need?"
"Five thousand. For ninety days, though."
"It will be on deposit to the ranch account first thing in the morning. Promise."
Eileen smiled. "Thanks. Are we going to get together in the near future?"
"I'll have to think about that," Don said seriously. "I'm afraid I might get too involved with you. You're different than the others. Give me a week, then I'll call you. Okay?"
"Okay." She went to the door, then stopped. "It wasn't nearly as bad as I'd expected, Don. You're quite a man, you know. Please. Call me? I'll be waiting."
He was nodding as she went out, passed through the main door, then strode to the car. She was exhausted, but had never felt more content in her life.
CHAPTER SIX
At breakfast the next morning, Marcy eyed Eileen questioningly, but didn't get a hint of an answer. Bob and Tod were both sullen, having missed an opportunity to get at Donna. Marcy had insisted they all play cards while Eileen was gone, so Tod didn't get a chance to talk to the girl privately. Then, when they went to bed, Marcy wanted Bob to dick her, so he couldn't sneak down to Donna's cottage.
"I got to go to town and check on that fencing," Bob growled when they were done, and Marcy was picking up the empty plates.
"You're not going to haul that stuff in the wagon, are you?" Eileen asked.
"Nah. But I want to look it over before they truck it out here. Last time, they sent green wood and the damned stuff warped all over the place."
"Bob!" Marcy hissed. "Stop swearing in front of the children!"
"Oh, yeah," he mumbled. "Sorry."
"Can I go along, Bob?" Donna asked. "I want to get some postcards and let my folks know I arrived okay."
"Sure. Why not? It is okay, Eileen?"
"I don't see why not. Pick up a roll of stamps, will you? We're going to have to send forms to the parents that haven't mailed them yet. The insurance forms."
"Okay," Bob got up and glanced at Donna. "Ready to go?"
"Soon as I get my purse." The girl ran from the room and Bob went out to the car.
Tod mumbled something about the barn and left, and Eileen started helping Marcy with the dishes.
"Well, how'd it go last night?" Marcy asked. "Did you get what you went after?"
"More than that," Eileen smiled. "Much more."
March looked at Eileen, and saw the faraway look in the blonde's eyes. "So you went to bed with him. Goddamn! Some gals have all the luck. Was he good?"
"You wouldn't believe it, Marcy. But the most important thing is, I got the money. Five thousand dollars. That should be enough to carry us for a while."
Marcy shook her head as she scrubbed the dishes. She had been there three years, and Don Squires had never even noticed her. Eileen is there three days, and she goes to bed with him. It wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair! She knew she was just as good in bed as Eileen, even though she wasn't built like a Greek goddess.
"I suppose you'll be goin' back to his place, now. Surely he won't settle for just one time?"
"I don't know," Eileen said. "He's going to let me know. But if he asks, I'm going back. He's something else."
"Yeah," Marcy mumbled. "I know."
You don't know the half of it, honey, Eileen thought. If you did, you would bust your ass to get him to screw you.
As soon as they were out of sight of the house, Donna slid over in the seat and put her hand over the mound in Bob's lap. She squeezed his dick lightly and smiled at him.
"I'm sure sorry about last night, Bob. Marcy just wouldn't give up. I kind of thought you'd come to the cottage after they went to bed. How come you didn't?"
"Couldn't," he answered hoarsely, his prick getting hard as she massaged it. "But well get together this afternoon. In the cottage. Tell 'em you're goin' to take a nap or something. I'll find some way to get there."
"I need your cock, Bob," she whispered. "And I want you to eat me so bad! I even jacked off last night, when you didn't come. Can't we stop some place now? My pussy is so hot, I can't hardly stand it."
"We better not, honey. No sense in takin' chances. We'll fuck this afternoon. I promise." He lit a cigarette to calm him down. "Better take your hand off my pecker now. I don't want to walk into the lumber yard with a hard-on."
Donna removed her hand, and slid back across the seat. She knew he was right, but her little cunny ached so badly it was terrible. She stared out the window at the scenery, trying to take her mind off his beautiful prick.
Bob pulled up in front of the lumber yard, which was next to the train station. He went inside to check on the fencing, and when he came out, two boys were standing by the car, their luggage on the sidewalk next to them.
"Hi, Bob," one of the boys said. "Remember me? Timmie Hawthorne? I was here last year."
"Oh, yeah. Yeah. How are you?"
"Fine. This is Allen Simpson. He's from New Jersey. He hasn't been to the ranch before. We were just looking for a cab when we saw the car. Are you going back now?"
"Hi, Allen. Nice to have you here. Yeah, boys. I have to stop at the Post Office first, then we're on our way. Climb on in."
Donna greeted Timmie, then introduced herself to Allen. When Bob returned, they drove off out of town toward the ranch, the kids jabbering wildly about what they were going to do that summer.
Tod had saddled a horse and taken the other nags up the hill to the pasture. His mind had been on Donna all night, and he had jacked off early that morning thinking about her. But now his thoughts went back to her lithe little body, and as he put the animals in the enclosure, his prick began to get hard again.
"Hey! Tod!"
He glanced up to see Dee riding toward him, her hair flying in the wind. A grin creased his face at his good luck. She may not be Donna, or Eileen, but she was a fuck. He stepped to the ground and waited for her to come up.
"Where in the hell have you been?" she asked tartly. "You didn't come over again last night!" She swung down and stood in front of him, her mouth puckered into a pout. "Don't you like me any more?"
"Jesus, yes, Dee! Mom wouldn't let me out last night. And you didn't call me at noon yesterday, either."
"I'm sorry. I couldn't. We went to town." She moved a little closer to him, her firm young tits pressing against her blouse. "Want to do anything now? I don't have to be back till lunch time."
"Yeah. Let's go up in the trees. Everybody down there's busy, so nobody will come up here." They mounted and rode up the hill into a large clump of pines and brush. When they had tied the horses, Dee ran into his arms, holding him tightly, her tits pressed against his chest.
"Will you fuck me, Tod? Please? I've missed it so much. My cunt is all wet already."
"Sure," he murmured into her hair. "Let's take our clothes off."
Dee let go of him, and they both stripped quickly, their eyes on each other's bodies. Tod spread his shirt out on the ground, and Dee laid down on it silently, spreading her legs and holding her arms out to the boy.
"Right away, Tod!" she whispered. "I can't wait. Honest!"
He knelt between her legs. She raised them up and draped them over his shoulders, making it easier for him to get his dick into her cunt.
Grasping his rod, he inched up and rubbed his dick all over her hot pussy, separating the folds with the tip, then teasing her clit. Dee raised her head slightly and watched him, her knees bent back against her tits.
"Ohhhhhhh, Tod! Ohhhhhh, God! Put it in, please! Ohhhhh! Stick it into me! Ummmmmmmmm!"
He inserted the tip into her hole, then put his hands on her knees and rammed it home, lunging at her twat as he jammed it in to the hilt, not stopping until his balls were slapping against her asshole.
"TOD!" she shouted. "OH, TOD! UUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHH! OH, WOW!
UUUUMMMMMFFFFFF! OH, FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
"Uuuuuuunnnnggggghhhhh!" he moaned, pushing and pulling his dong in and out of her slippery twat. He hunched and pumped as quickly as he could, the juice in his balls ready to flow after all his thoughts about Donna.
"Ohhhhhhh, Tod! Jesus! Oh, honey! Cram it in! Do it to me! Fuck me! OH, GOD! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
"Aaaaarrrrrrgggggghhhhhh! DEE! Ummmfffffff! Oh, God! I'm ... going ... to ... shoot! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" He bent over her, his body shuddering as he felt his ropey cum explode from the end of his dick.
"NOW, TOD! NOW! I AM, TOO! OHHHHHHH! UNNNNGGGHHH!"
They twisted and turned on his shirt, their bodies writhing in pleasure as their juices mingled, tremors of delight surging through their frames. Then Tod slowly extracted his tool from her pussy, the cum-covered shaft glistening brightly in the sunlight.
"Oh, Tod!" Dee moaned. "I wanted that so much! Please don't make me wait so long next time. You don't know how it hurts when you don't fuck me."
The boy stood up, his prick wilting. He stared at the pretty girl, lying naked on the ground, her tits well formed but not as large as Eileen's, and he knew the only time he would screw her was when he couldn't get Eileen.
"Okay," he lied. "Well try and do it every day. But sometimes, I just won't be able to. Then you'll just have to wait."
"Oh, I will, Tod!" the girl exclaimed, leaping to her feet and embracing him. At the touch of her creamy, soft belly on his cock, he began to get hard again. He pushed her away gently, then pecked her on the lips.
"We better get dressed, Dee. I've got to get back to my chores."
She began putting on her clothes. "If I come over tonight, can we go to the barn? I'd suck you off, if we could."
"I'll call you after supper," he said, slipping into his shirt. "I got to go now."
He jumped on his horse, waved, then took off at a gallop toward the ranch. The ache in his balls was relieved for the time being, and he felt much better. And, he'd made up his mind. If he couldn't get to Donna during the day, he'd try for Eileen again right after supper.
"Look who's here!" Bob shouted as he came in the front door, carrying four suitcases and leading the boys and Donna.
Marcy and Eileen came out of the kitchen, saw the kids, and broke into big smiles.
"Hi, Timmie!" Marcy said. "It's nice to see you again."
"Hi, Marcy! I'm glad to be here."
Bob introduced everyone, then started for the door, the bags still in his hands.
"Uh, Bob? Why don't you put Timmie in eleven and Allen in twelve? That way, they can be the monitors for their cottages. When the other boys come, they can show them what to do."
"Okay," Bob nodded. "C'mon, boys. Let's go get this stuff put away."
"I'll go give them a hand," Marcy said to Eileen, then she followed them out the door.
Bob dropped Timmie's things in number eleven, then took Allen next door to number twelve. Marcy stayed behind with Timmie, and when Bob and Allen had gone, she put her arms around the boy and kissed him.
"Oh, Timmie, I'm so glad you came back. Now we can do the things we did last year, can't we?"
"Uh-huh," the boy nodded. "I ... I didn't tell anybody. Not even my friends. Just like you told me.
"Good boy!" Marcy grinned. "Now, this afternoon, I'll get the others away. You say you have a headache or something, and come back here. I'll sneak in as soon as I can. All right?"
"Yeah." The boy paused, a shy look on his face. "Uhhh, can we ... ? Can we fuck again? Like we used to?"
"Of course, honey. That's why I want you to come back here. Now, remember. You have a headache after lunch." She bent over to kiss him again, letting her hand roam over the bulge in the front of his pants. "My, Timmie. It's gotten bigger!"
He grinned. "Yeah. A little. I've been playing with it."
"I'll make it even bigger, dear. I've got to go now. I'll see you at lunch time."
During the noon meal, Marcy deftly suggested that the kids all go for a horseback ride in the hills. When Donna seemed so excited over the idea, Tod was all for it, as was Bob when Eileen said that though she hadn't been on a horse for a long time, she would like to join them.
Timmie begged off, as planned, saying he had a headache from the long train ride and wanted to lay down for a while. Marcy said she would stay behind and take care of him, then the others left to change clothes.
After the crowd had gone, Marcy quickly cleaned up the kitchen, then went to her room to comb her hair and change into something a little nicer for Timmie. She dabbed a few drops of cologne on her pussy as an afterthought, then went next door to the first cottage on the boy's side.
"Hurry and get undressed," she told the boy as soon as she was inside. "We want all the time we can get."
Within seconds they were both naked, staring at each other's bodies hungrily. Timmie was a rather slim boy, black curly hair and blue eyes, but his prick didn't match the rest of him. It was large, as big as Bob's, Marcy often thought, and now it was standing up at full erection, the gleaming foreskin still over the tip.
Timmie licked his lips as he stared at Marcy's tits, hard and pointed, then his eyes roved down to her hairy snatch, the wet gash splitting the cluster of dark, curly hair. His pecker jerked as she walked toward him, a smile on her face.
"Shall we do what you liked so much first?" she asked.
"Jeez, yeah!" he gasped. "I liked that most of all."
"All right." She gave his prick a quick feel, then climbed on the bed, her legs wide. "C'mon, honey," she cooed. "Let's go."
Timmie crawled on the bed, straddled her face, then bent down to run his lips lightly over her bush. Then, the instant Marcy took his tool in her hand and guided it into her mouth, he began lapping at her cunt frantically, thrusting his long, hot tongue into the folds of her twat, sliding it up and down over her clit in a frenzy.
"Ummmmmmm!" Marcy groaned as his lips and tongue roved up and down her gash. She skinned his dick back with her lips, then began sucking hard on the end of his dong, her tongue rimming it, teasing the little opening on the tip.
Marcy spread her legs wider, then moved her hand up over his ass, feeling for his bung hole. She crammed a finger deep into his canal, then watched her hand pump over his smelly, swinging balls, which were brushing against her nose.
"MMmmmmmmnnnnnggggghhhhh!" he moaned deep in his throat as the redhead sucked and pulled on his shaft, while at the same time reaming his fragrant asshole. Marcy knew he couldn't last long, so she gave it all she had, sucking and slurping as hard as she could, trying to suck the cream from his nuts.
She tasted the first little spurt, then he began to jet his juice out in gushers, the warm liquid flowing over her tongue and down her throat like cream. His entire body was jerking as the fluid surged up from his balls and out his pecker.
As he was shooting off, he bent even farther over, and put his tongue deep into Marcy's hole, rimming the edge, and licking inside as far as his tongue would reach.
"UUUUUMMMMMMMM!" he groaned, his ass quivering.
Marcy exploded in climax as his sperm spewed into her mouth, and she couldn't make a sound for all the liquid running down her throat. She hunched, twisted, turned and writhed, then she lay still, sucking the last drops from Timmie's throbbing cock.
Timmie swung his legs around, then still on his knees, he grinned at her, the juice from her snatch all over his face. He shuddered once again, then leaned down to put his mouth over one of her hard, pointed nipples. He began to suck on it, his lips making slurping sounds as he pulled on it with his lips.
"That's it, Timmie!" she murmured. "Suck it! Then the other one! Ummmmmmmm! Oh, how I like that! Oooooohhhhhh!"
She let him gnaw on her titties for quite a while, enjoying the sensation that his sucking caused in her womb. Then, she lifted his head from her tit, and kissed him lightly.
"I'm ready to be fucked now, honey. Are you?"
"Uh-huh. Will you get on top, like you used to?"
"Sure. Lay down."
He put his head on the pillow, and Marcy mounted him. She slipped his prick into her cunt, then settled her ass down very slowly, watching the expression on his face as she felt his tool slip into her twat, her tissues separating to make room for his stiff shaft.
"Ohhhhhh, Marcy! Oh, God! I don't think I can stand it! Uuuuuunnnngggghhhh! Oh! Wow! Oh, Jesus, Marcy! Ummmffff!"
"I'll take it slow, honey," she murmured. "We want it to last, don't we? Oooooohhhhhhhh! What a nice prick you have! It's so nice to have you inside me again! Whhhhhuuuuuuffffff!"
She swirled her ass, forcing his tool to hit all sides of her cunny, the head of his pecker swishing across the opening of her uterus.
"You ... really ... have ... grown ... Timmie!" she gasped as she screwed up and down on his flaming tool.
"MARCY! OH, MY GOD! UUUUMMMMFFFF!
IT FEELS SOOOOOOOO GOOD! AAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!"
"Hold it back, honey," she whispered fiercely. "Don't do it yet! Hold it! I want to come at the same time!"
"I CANT! UUUNNNGGGGHHHHH! I CANT! OOOOOOHHHHHHH, GOD! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
His back and ass lifted from the bed, as he pushed her upward, his juice spurting into her cunt. He jerked wildly, thrashed, humped and hunched as his hot sticky cum jetted out the end of his dick and slammed into her womb. Then he dropped on the bed, exhausted. Marcy sank on his chest, her breath coming in gasps, her body shaking with the wonderful feeling of orgasm.
"Ohhh, Timmie," she whispered. "It feels good to have you back with me again. You're a wonderful boy."
"I ... I missed you, too," he grunted. "Jeez, you're just great, Marcy! I wish I could stay here all the time."
"So do I." Marcy slipped off his tool, and stood up near the bed. "I have to get back now, and get dinner ready. You can stay here, if you want."
"Nah," he said, swinging his legs to the floor. "I'll come on up with you. Got some cold pop?"
"Sure. Let's get dressed and go."
All during dinner, Marcy was in an exceptionally cheerful mood, and afterward offered to take all the kids to the show. The children pitched in with the dishes, and when they had washed their hands and faces, Marcy herded them into the station wagon and took off for town.
Eileen and Bob watched them disappear down the lane from the porch, then they went inside where Bob poured two glasses of excellent brandy that Eileen's brother had insisted they keep around the house.
While Eileen sipped on the liquor, Bob built a fire in the fireplace, and when it was going good, he turned off the lights.
"Kinda nice, being here by ourselves, isn't it?" he said.
"Yes, it is. Now that we have some money, and the kids seem to be showing up, it doesn't look so bad for us."
"Got the loot from Don Squires, didn't you?" Bob smiled.
"Why, yes! How did you know?"
"Simple. His old man wouldn't give you bank money, and he's the only one in town that's got that much dough." He took a sip of brandy. "Have to screw him for it?"
"Bob! I don't think that's any of your business! Why do you ask, anyway? Is that the only way to get money in this town?"
"For a dame, it is," he grinned. "C'mon. You don't have to play it cute with me. I know the score. Besides, it don't make any difference to me what you do. I was just curious."
Eileen felt badly that she had blown off at him like that. She owed a lot to him, for keeping the place going as well as he did. And she would have to rely on him a lot more in the future. He was a hard worker, and from what she could see, he would be very good with the boys.
"I'm sorry, Bob," she said. "There's no need to keep any secrets between us. Yes, I did have to ... to let Squires screw me. I didn't want to at first, but it was the only way out."
"Don't apologize," he laughed. "What the hell? We all need a little piece now and then. Christ, I get just as horny as anybody else."
"I know," Eileen confessed. "I saw you and Marcy in the cottage. I was shocked at first, but now I understand. It's hell to be stuck up here without any other adults around."
Bob got up and got the brandy bottle, returning to fill the glasses. Then he sat down again, looking at Eileen with a gleam in his eye.
"You know," he said softly, "you and I could get together. I may not be the brightest guy in the world, but I know how to make a woman happy. Would you be interested?"
Eileen stared at him for a long time, silently remembering what a nice prick he had, and how he had made Marcy wild with delight in the cottage. Why not? she thought. He's a nice guy, and he seems to be very gentle. It might be fun. No one would ever have to know.
"All right," she said suddenly. "Let's go up to my room. Bring the brandy along." She stood up smiling. "I think we can have a lot of fun together."
Goddamn! Bob swore to himself. Marcy was right! All I had to do was ask! Sonofabitch! This is my lucky day!
He followed Eileen up the stairs, watching her ass twist deliriously as she climbed the steps.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eileen halted when they reached the door to her bedroom. She took the bottle of brandy and his glass from Bob, opened the door, and turned on the light.
"Just to be on the safe side," she said, "why don't you go to your room and undress? You could wear a robe back. Then if they come home early, you could just step into the hall as though you were going downstairs for something."
"Okay," he answered eagerly. "Won't be but a minute."
She put the glasses and the liquor on the dresser, took her clothes off and hung them carefully in the closet. Then she pulled the drapes. Even though she knew no one could see in, she still felt self-conscious.
As she was refilling the glasses, Bob came in, dressed in a wine-colored corduroy robe. When he saw her standing by the bureau, stark naked, his prick began jerking. She was a sight to behold! Creamy, satin-like skin, long blonde hair, full tits that stuck out proudly, their large nipples hard. Her hips were nicely rounded, and the cheeks of her ass flowed smoothly into the shapely legs.
"Goddamn!" he gasped, stopping in the middle of the room. "You're really somethin', Eileen. You oughta pose for those pictures. The ones in the middle of the men's magazines."
"Why, thank you, Bob," she smiled, turning to him with the glasses in her hand. "Why don't you take that thing off and get comfortable?"
He stared at the dark triangle of hair covering her cunt as he pulled the robe off and tossed it on a chair. Eileen felt her pussy twitch as he bared his long, stiff cock, jutting out from his pelvis like a huge rod.
"Let's go sit on the couch," she said.
They walked over, sat down, then clinked glasses and sipped, smiling gleefully at each other.
"How would you like it?" Eileen asked, setting her glass on the table.
Bob leaned back, after placing his glass on the floor. "Why don't you just get up here on my lap?" He grasped his tool and held it upright. "That way, I could suck your tits at the same time."
"Beautiful!" she squealed. She got to her feet, facing him, then put one knee on each side of his thighs and mounted his lap. He still held his dong up, so she hunched her cunt on it until the tip was in her hole. Then she slid down slowly, letting the hot shaft be enveloped by her tight twat.
"Uuuuuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhhh!" he groaned. "Goddamn, Eileen! Your cunt was really ready, wasn't it?"
"Uh-huh," she grinned. "Wait till I get it all the way in."
She continued to ease her leg muscles, settling down ever so gently on his shaft. Then it was buried. Their hair mingled as the tip of his swollen prong pushed against her womb, sending a shiver of delight up her spine.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!" She wriggled her ass. "Uuuummmmmmm! Oh, Bob! That's a terrific cock! Uuuuuunnnnnggggghhhhhh!"
"Baby!" he gasped. "Oh, God! Wwhhhhuuuuuuuufffffff! Take it slow, honey! I don't want to blow off just yet. Lean over, and give me a nipple."
Eileen cupped a hand under her right tit and guided the hard nipple to his mouth. His pecker jerked inside her as he began to suck on it, his tongue running over her nipple as he opened his mouth wide to get more of the white area.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned, closing her eyes. "Bob! Suck it! Uuuunnnngggghhhhh!" She raised up a bit, then eased herself down, letting her twat tenderly massage his dong as he pulled on her titty.
"Uuuuummmmmm!" he groaned, deep in his throat. He hunched his ass a bit, trying to help her.
"The other one!" she whispered. "Suck the other one now!"
She held her left titty out and he changed, clamping his lips over the end, slurping loudly as he pulled and tugged with his mouth.
His sucking on her tits sent tingles of excitement through her uterus. As he gnawed on her titty, she started to hunch up and down, swirling and twisting her ass, reaming her twat with his hard staff.
"Bob! I'm going to fuck you now! Hold on! Uuuuunnnggghhh! Oh, Jesus! Wwhhhuuuffff! Uuuuummmmmmmm! Oh, honey! Ungh! Ungh!"
He dropped her titty from his mouth and smiled. "Do it, babe! Fuck it off! Aaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhh! Oh, Christ! I need it! Oh, do it! Hump me! Fuck it! Uuuuunnnnngggggghhhhhh!"
Eileen was going wild with ecstasy, ramming down on his rod with everything she had, slamming her cunt over his tool until it almost hurt her womb. Her ass was twisting and turning, cork-screwing down on him, then up.
"BOB! WHHHUFFFF! OH, GOD! NOW! I THINK-NOW! OHHHHHH! AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!"
''ME, TOO!" he shouted.
"UUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHH! DO IT! HARDER! DO IT! FUCK ME! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
Eileen arched back as Bob raised his ass off the couch in a frenzied attempt to bury his dong even further inside her as he blew off, his cum spewing into her tube in giant spurts. When his hot sticky fluid slammed against her womb, Eileen cried out, then was lost in the spinning vortex of climax.
She crumpled against him, her tits surrounding his face, gasping and shuddering. Bob went limp, his legs outstretched and twitching. They sat there like that for several minutes, then Eileen slid her cunt off his tool and stood up.
"That was great, Bob! It really was! I'm glad we decided to do it. Now, we can both get some sleep."
"You mean you don't want any more?" he asked unhappily.
"I don't think we should, Bob. They might be home any time. Besides, there's always tomorrow, you know. Let's finish our drinks, then you'd better get back to your room."
"Okay," he muttered. "But don't forget you promised more."
"I won't."
They drained their glasses, then Bob put on his robe, waved, and went out the door. But he didn't go to his room. Once wasn't enough for him! Not tonight! His prick hadn't even begun to wilt, and he wanted more. Anybody!
He stepped into his room, picked up the master key to the cottages, then went out, removing the key to his door from the inside, and locking it on the outside.
He went down the stairs quietly, then out the front door and over to Donna's cottage. Letting himself in, he took off his robe in the dark and stretched out on her bunk, smelling the sweet aroma of her on the pillow. He closed his eyes, thinking of what was going to happen when she came back from the show.
"I was really a sap that time, wasn't I?" Don Squires said.
He was sitting naked in a big, over-stuffed chair in his living room. The maid, Marie, was nude on the floor between his out-stretched legs, her hand massaging his huge tool tenderly.
"Well, you did say she was a good fuck," Marie countered. "And she was sure put together to make a man comfortable."
"I know," he snorted, taking another drink of his highball. "But not five grand worth. Christ! If Dad ever found out about that, he'd disinherit me!"
"But, it's done, darling," she said. "You can't very well take the money out of the account now. Everyone would be suspicious. She said three months, didn't she?"
"Yeah, but I can't wait that long. Too dangerous. I've got to get it back, somehow." He thought for a moment. "Say, how about if you...?"
"Oh, no, my dear!" she interrupted him. "I didn't mind the playing a Lesbian, so I could come here. And I didn't mind when I had to eat those girls' cunts, just to make the story look good. But I'm not going to get messed up in this thing with her. No way! She's nobody's fool, you know."
"I know," he said gruffly. "That's what's going to make it hard."
He remained silent for a long while, as Marie gently toyed with his dong and his balls, her fingertips running over them lightly, caressing them.
"I've got it!" he shouted, sitting up straight. "I'll have Moody at the paper run a story about the ranch. Then I'll go out there and tell her because of the unfavorable publicity, I can't possibly let her keep the money, because I would be connected with it. She'd have to understand that."
"You know, Don, you're a real bastard! If I didn't like that cock so much, I'd pack my stuff and leave." She leaned over and kissed the tip of his monstrous dong lovingly. "But as long as you treat me right, I'll stay right here."
He looked down at her and grinned. "I'm glad. Why don't you lay down on the rug? I'd like to stick this pecker clear up to your belly button."
She threw herself backward, laughing. "C'mon, then, you horse's ass! Get with it!" She spread her legs wide, holding her arms out to him.
Marcy stopped the car near the front porch, and they all piled out. The boys said goodnight and headed for their own cottages. Marcy told Donna that she would like some help in the morning, then went into the house, leaving the girl and Tod alone in the darkness.
"Remember," Tod whispered. "Come to the barn around ten. I'll saddle a couple of horses, and we can go up on the hill. I want to show you that cave."
"Okay. But why do we have to sneak out? There's nothing wrong with a cave."
"Mom doesn't want anybody near there. Says it's too dangerous. But hell, I've been playing in it for a long time. It's really pretty. Are you going to come?"
"Okay. I'll be there at ten. But I'll have to be careful. I don't want to get in any trouble."
"You won't," Tod said. "
"Night."
"'Night."
Donna walked toward her cottage slowly, fumbling in her purse for the key. She slipped it in the door and opened it up, reaching around for the light switch.
"Don't turn on the lights," Bob whispered loudly.
"Bob! What are you doing here?" She closed the door quickly, then dropped her purse and sweater on the desk and ran to her bunk. "Oh, Bob! I'm so glad! I thought about you all through the show. Feel me! I'm all wet."
She pulled up her skirt, took his hand, then rubbed it on her soaked panties.
"Take your clothes off," he said hoarsely. "Hurry! I'm just as hot as you are."
She stood up, and he could hear the swish of her clothes in the darkness as she disrobed. He could just barely make out her body in the faint light, and his pecker began to do a little dance.
"Okay," she giggled. "Here I come."
She dropped on the bunk next to him, her young body warm and sweet smelling. He put his arms around her and held her close.
"Ohhhhh, baby," he moaned into her hair after kissing her. "Jesus, I missed you."
He reached down and pulled her leg over him, so that he could press his hard cock against her cunt. She helped him by moving around until his dong was rubbing the hot lips of her twat, then she kissed him.
"Uuuuummmmmmmm!" she moaned. "I wish we could stay like this forever. You feel so good against me."
"Roll over, honey," he urged. "I've got to get it inside you before I blow off all over the place."
"Ohhhhh, I want it," the girl sighed. "I really do."
She rolled on her back, then wrapped her legs around him as he mounted her. Reaching down, she put her fingers on his huge prong and inserted it into her tiny cunt. She was already so wet he had no trouble sliding his shaft in, easing it up her tube until it hit her intestines.
"Uuuuuunnnnnnggggghhhhh!" she moaned. "Oh, Bob! Do it fast and hard! Fuck me hard! Uuuuunnnngggghhhh! God, I want it!"
"Me, too, baby!" he grunted. "Me, too!"
He began humping her quickly, jamming the pole in with a lunge, extracting it, then slamming it home again. She hunched her ass up at every inward lunge, pounding her pelvis against his as she accepted every inch of his rod.
"Uuuunnnnnggggghhhh! Oh, Bob! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, God, what a wonderful feeling! Aaaarrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh!"
"It's ... ready ... to ... blow ... baby!" he gasped, humping as fast as he could. Her fingernails tore at his back as he slammed his cock in, moving her up on the bed with his strong lunges.
"NOW!" Donna said, clenching her teeth to keep from screaming. "NOW! UNNGGH! OH, NOW, BOB! FASTER! UNGHHH! UNGHHH! FUCK ME! OH, JESUS! FUCK ME!"
With a wild thrashing of bodies, the couple exploded at the same time, their arms and legs flailing the air, grunting and gasping as shudders of delight passed through their loins.
"Honey?" Donna asked when her body had returned to normal. "Do you want me to suck you off, now? I wouldn't mind, if you want me to."
Bob sighed and rolled off the girl. "No, Donna. Not this time. Maybe tomorrow. We'll see what happens."
"Okay. Whenever you want. Are you going to leave now?"
"Yeah." He got up and slipped his robe on. "They should all be asleep by this time. I'll see you in the morning."
When he bent down to kiss her, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips tightly against his.
"Thanks," she murmured, letting him go. "You're just the greatest."
Bob patted her tits, then went out into the night.
It was just past nine-thirty when Eileen found Tod in the bam, sweeping down the center aisle.
"Tod!" she shouted from the door. "There's a phone call for you. It's Dee. She says it's important."
"Okay," he hollered back. Leaning the broom against a stall, he trailed Eileen back to the house. He went straight to the office, and picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Tod? It's Dee. I just had to talk to you. I ... I'm sure I'm pregnant, Tod! I ... I don't know how it happened, I really don't. I took my Mom's pills all the time. I guess they just didn't work." She paused, and he heard her sniffle over the silence. "I'm sorry, honey. I really am. What can we do?"
The boy was stunned. He stood holding the phone to his ear, staring out the open window into the bright sunlit day. There was a ringing in his ears, but it wasn't coming from the receiver. His throat was dry, and he tried to swallow several times to clear it before he spoke.
"Okay," he muttered. "I guess I'd better come over tonight. I'll be there about seven."
"You're not mad, are you, Tod? Please say you're not. I couldn't stand it if you were."
"No. I'm not mad. I'll see you tonight." He hung up the phone, then went outside, heading for the lake. He sat down and leaned against a tree, shaking his head slowly, his thoughts going back just a few months.
"Guess what, Tod?" Claudia had said drunkenly as she poured a cupful of martini mix from the big thermos she had carried down to the beach. "I'm knocked up!"
She stared at the boy, looking for some reaction as she took a drink, her eyes bleary from all the booze she'd consumed in the last six months.
"Well! Aren't you going to say anything?"
Tod had sat there, staring at the sand between his legs. He didn't know what to say. He'd been screwing her almost continuously since last fall, when the kids left to go home. He guessed what she was trying to say was, that he was the father.
"Tod? Did you hear me? I'm going to have a baby! What do you think of that?"
"Can't you do something?" he mumbled, not looking at her.
"I don' wanna do somethin'," she laughed. "I wan' it! I never had a baby. I wanna keep it. An', it'll be our baby, Tod boy! Ours! Doesn't that make you proud?"
She raised the cup to her lips again, spilling some of it down her front, between her tits and into the bathing suit. "Oh, goddamn," she muttered. "Jesus, thas' cold!"
Tod glanced behind him to make sure Bob and his mother hadn't come back from town yet, then satisfied, he picked up the thermos and took a long swallow from it, gagging as it burned its way down his throat.
"Atta boy," Claudia grinned. "A prospective papa should have a lil snort. Good for ya. Puts hair on your chest." She giggled. "But not on mine! Not on mine!"
"Are you sure it was me?" he asked quietly. "I mean, I wasn't the only one, you know."
"I know, I know. But you're the only one I've fucked lately. I'm only three weeks late, and it couldn't a' been anybody else. It's you, all right."
She refilled her cup, pouring it so full it overflowed on the sand, then she handed the thermos to Tod.
"I won't tell anyone though," she said. "Nobody will know 'cept you an' me, Toddy baby. You're gonna like it, watchin' your own kid grow up right in front of your eyes. It'll be a lot of fun."
No it won't, he thought angrily. Goddamn it! I'm not going to have any kid of mine grow up with a mother like you. No way! You dirty old whore! You kid-fucker! You dirty, cock-sucking old bitch! He was silent, thoughtful, for a long time, gazing out over the blue lake. Then he stood up quickly.
"Let's go for a swim, Claudia. C'mon. If we hurry, we can knock off a piece before they get back. C'mon!"
"Okay," she giggled. "Jus' a li'l bit, though."
The young woman rose shakily to her knees, then stood up, weaving across the sandy beach as she lurched toward the water. The cold sobered her a little bit as she dived in, but the huge quantity of martinis had made her brave. A good swimmer, she struck out for the center of the lake, Tod right alongside.
The boy waited until they were quite a way from shore, then he swam closer. Seeing him come near, Claudia began to dog-paddle, a drunken smirk on her face.
"C'mon, new papa!" she shouted. "I'll race you back!"
Before she could take a stroke, Tod was on top of her, pushing her head under the water. As soon as her face disappeared, he put his feet on her shoulders and kicked downward, shoving her farther down into the cold, blue water.
She thrashed about under him, but he was able to stay on top of her, his legs and feet holding her down until her struggles became weaker and weaker. Finally she stopped moving, and without looking back, the boy swam briskly toward the shore.
He ran up past the beach toward the house. Once inside, he hurried to his room, took off his trunks, and changed into his jeans and a shirt. Then he raced back to the lake, and dived in, fully clothed, to recover Claudia's body which was now afloat near where she drowned.
He told everyone that she had gone to the lake alone, and that he was coming out of the barn after doing his chores when he saw her floating, apparently lifeless in the water. He said he had jumped in, pulled her ashore and tried artificial respiration, but that it didn't help.
Everyone was sorry for him, having such a terrible experience at such a tender age, and he went along with it. But he didn't regret what he had done. In his mind, no baby deserved that.
And now it's starting all over again, he thought. Dee isn't any better than Claudia was. Just younger. Sonofabitch! What the goddamn hell am I going to do now ?
"Hey!"
The voice startled him, and he leaped up, his legs shaking.
"Where have you been?" Donna asked. "I waited in the barn for you, then I came looking. Did you forget about me?"
"Naw. I didn't forget. I just wanted to be by myself for a while, that's all. Still want to go?"
"No. It's too near lunch time, now. Maybe we can go this afternoon."
"Yeah. Maybe." He started toward the house, Donna right behind him, still lost in his thoughts.
"How come you didn't come to my room last night?" Marcy asked Bob as .she set the table for lunch. "I tried your door, but it was locked."
"Too tired," he replied. "Besides, it's too risky here in the house. She might hear." He popped a radish into his mouth, grinning. "What's the matter? You gettin' horny?"
"Hell, yes! Anything wrong with that?"
"Nope. Not a thing. If the kids do somethin' this afternoon, we can sneak down to one of the cottages. Want to do that?"
"Uh-huh. I keep thinkin' about that Don Squires, and I get hot every time I do. Jesus! I wish I could get him to dick me one time!"
She went to the stove to stir the soup, and Bob looked her up and down carefully.
"You know," he said, "if you'd do something with yourself, you might stand a chance. Why don't you go into town and get a new hair-do or something? Put on a brassiere and a decent dress? You're really pretty good looking, you know. You just don't give yourself a chance."
"What's the use?" she said. "Hell, I never go where he'd be anyway. He'd never see me."
Bob felt sorry for her, and wanted desperately to do something to help his sister. "Okay, I'll tell you what. You just leave it to me, and I'll figure something out." He stepped up behind her and reached up under her dress, caressing her naked cunt. "I always take care of you, don't I?"
She looked over her shoulder and grinned. "You sure do, Bob. Thanks."
"I'll go get everybody for lunch," he said, dropping his hand and going into the front room.
"Just once!" Marcy said to herself. "Oh, please! Just once!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
As Marcy was directing the kitchen clean-up after the noon meal, the phone on the office began ringing and Bob answered it. Eileen had just entered the living room as he bounded out of the office, a huge grin on his face.
"Great news!" he shouted at her. "That was Wilkins at the depot. He says there's twenty-two kids down there waiting for a ride out. How about that?"
Eileen felt her heart jump in her chest. They were arriving! Evidently the word of the scandal hadn't reached everyone, and now they had a total of twenty-five, which was good for so early in the season.
"Oh, how wonderful," she cried. "But how will you get them all in the car? The most you could carry is ten."
"Aw, we rent the school bus in the summers. It's parked downtown. I'll pick it up, get the kids, then take it back. No problem. Jesus! Twenty-two!"
"You'd better get going, Bob. If I know kids, they'll have that station torn up by the time you get there as it is."
"Right," he laughed. "I'm on my way."
As he bounded out the front door, Eileen returned to the kitchen to tell Marcy the good news. The redhead immediately began assigning duties to the children, including Tod. But her son had a pained expression on his face, and appeared to have a fever. He asked if he could go to his room and lie down for a while. Marcy felt his forehead, which was hot, then agreed and sent him upstairs.
While everyone else was bustling around, Eileen decided to lay down for a bit herself, to gain strength for the onslaught of kids that would soon be arriving. When she was sure everything was under control, she started up the stairs to her room.
As she passed Tod's door, it was open a crack, and she could see him lying face down on his bed, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed into his pillow. She stepped into the room, closed the door quietly, then crossed to sit next to him on the bed.
"Tod, honey! What's the matter? Do you hurt somewhere?"
He shook his head but didn't look up. Eileen put a hand on his trembling shoulders and patted him, not sure what she should do.
"Can I help?" she asked softly. "Is there anything I can get for you?"
"No! Just leave me alone! Please!"
"C'mon, dear. You can talk to me. I'm your friend, you know. What's the matter? You're not sick, are you?"
The boy lay there in silence for several minutes, and she didn't disturb him, waiting until he spoke of his own volition.
"It's terrible, Eileen," he groaned into the pillow. "It's just awful!"
"All right, honey!" she soothed. "All right. I want you to tell me all about it, and maybe I can help. But first, I think you need something to calm you down. C'mon."
She tugged at his arm until he got up, then led him to her room where she poured what was left of the Scotch into a glass. She handed it to him, and watched as he drank it, making a face as it burned its way down his throat.
"Now. Sit down on the couch and tell me what's wrong."
The story came out slowly at first, but once started, Tod told her everything. He confessed all about Claudia, then told her about Dee. The tale was broken by sobs from time to time, but within half an hour, she had heard it all.
"Oh, Tod, honey," she crooned, putting her arms around him and holding him close. "You poor kid. It must have been hell for you to live with that all this time."
He nodded against her shoulder.
"But we're not going to worry about it any more. What's done is done. It won't help anything to tell anyone else about it. I'll help you take care of Dee. Well take her to a doctor in another town and have her helped."
The boy bolted upright. "Really? You'd do that for me after what I've done?"
"Of course I will, dear." She stood up. "Now, what you need is a good rest. I don't imagine you've been getting much sleep with all this on your mind. You get undressed and get into my bed. I'm going down and fix us a good, stiff drink. I think we can both use one." As she went out the door, Tod was slipping off his shirt, obviously more relaxed.
Eileen mixed a pitcher of screwdrivers, pouring in a good amount of vodka, feeling sorry for the boy. He had become so entangled in such a short time it was almost unbelievable. And her pity was stronger even than the happiness she felt over the children arriving.
Going back to her room, she locked Tod's door and took the key with her. Everyone would think he was resting, and wouldn't bother him. She placed the tray on the bureau, poured a drink for Tod and handed it to him.
"Drink up, honey," she said. "Then you'll be able to get some sleep. Everybody's going to be busy for the rest of the day, so no one will bother you."
She poured herself a glassful of the mixture, then sat next to him. He was naked to the waist, half buried under the light covers, and as she idly ran her hand up and down on his leg, she noticed a tent forming over his pelvis.
"Why, Tod! You're getting a hard-on!" She pulled the covers down, exposing his large tool, still throbbing as it rose, the muscle hardening as blood flowed into it. She skinned it back, and looked longingly at the gleaming head, the purple skin taut.
"I'll play with it for a while, honey," she said. "It will help you relax."
"No, it won't," he grinned. "Not with you doing it. I'm getting hot already."
"Well, we've got to take care of our young men, don't we?" she smiled. Standing up, she put her glass on the night stand and slipped her dress off over her head. After pulling off her panties, she undid her bra, picked up her glass, then sat down again on the edge of the bed, her legs spread.
"You caress me, and I'll caress you while we finish our drinks."
Tod slid his free hand up her white, creamy thigh to the dark triangle of bushy hair. He carefully separated the lips of her twat, exposing the pink folds between them. Then he gently and tenderly began to rub his fingers up and down her hot gash, spreading the fluid oozing from her hole all over her cunt.
"That's it," Eileen murmured, taking his tool in her hand and massaging it. "That makes you forget all about that other business, doesn't it?"
"Uh-huh." His hips jerked up as she squeezed his shaft. "I think you're the greatest, Eileen. Ohhhhhhhhh! Damn! It sure feels good when you play with it."
"Stick your finger in, honey," she said. "No, stick two in. I want to feel it."
The boy slid two digits into her wet hole, feeling her tissues with his sensitive fingers as he drove them all the way in. He twisted and turned them, massaging every inch of her tube, then began pumping his hand, drawing his wet fingers out, then plunging them back in again.
"Ummmmmmmm!" Eileen moaned, her legs twitching. "Ohhhhh, Tod!" Her huge tits swayed as she adjusted her ass and legs to give him more room to finger-fuck her.
Tod stared at her beautiful mounds, the nipples hard and pink, and his tongue flicked out. Then he glanced at his own hand, driving and jamming into her pussy, making slurping sounds as his fingers slid in and out of her tube.
"Unnnnngggghhhhhh!" he moaned. "God, Eileen! I can't stand much more. If you keep jacking me off, I'm going to blow!"
She put her glass down, took his and placed it next to hers, then slipped off the bed, pulling her pussy from his moving fingers as she stood up.
"I'm going to blow you, honey. Just lay still."
She bent over and slid her mouth over the end of his dick, using her tongue to rim and tease it. His ass hunched at the touch of her mouth on his aching dong, and his legs quivered.
"Aaarrrrgggggghhhhhh! Jesus, Eileen! Uuummmfffff! Damn! It won't ... aaarrrrrggghhhhhh ... take long! Wwwwwhhhhhhuuuuuffffff!"
"UMMMMMMM!" she murmured, her mouth full of his prick as she slipped her lips as far down his shaft as she could. "UUUUUUUMMMMMMMM!"
Tod reached down to cup one of her titties in his hand, his body writhing on the bed, gurgling sounds coming from deep in his throat.
The boy's hot cream slammed against her tonsils, gushing out in spurts, filling her mouth and throat. She swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with the cum flow as Tod's frame shuddered under her. His legs kicked in the air and he squeezed her tit hard as his fluid spewed out, then oozed, then dribbled onto her tongue.
"UUUUUUMMMMMMMMM!" she moaned when she had pulled it all out and forced it down her gullet. "UUUUUUMMMMMMMMM!"
She licked him off, then quickly climbed on top of the boy. Her eyes were glazed as she watched her hand grab his dong and slide it into her twat. When the head was in, she grasped his shoulders and looked into his face as she eased her pussy over his prong.
"Ohhhhhh, Tod! Goddamn! Uuuuunnnggghhhh! Christ! I've got to fuck you! I can't stand it! UuuuunnnnggghhhhhJ"
Spiraling her pussy up and down, she slammed it onto his prick, pounding, corkscrewing, hunching, driving his shaft deep into her belly.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried. "Uuuummmmmmmfffffff! God! Do it! Aarrrgggghhhhhhh!''
"Tod!" she gasped. "Tod! Uuuummmmmm! Damn,, what a cock! I'm ... going ... to ... fuck ... it ... off! Uuuuunnngggghhhhh!"
Tod was humping with her now, throwing his ass up each time she slammed down, his tool plunging into her, the cheeks of her ass slapping against his thighs making a smacking sound in the room.
With one final thrust, she slamming down and he lunging up, they exploded together, their bodies twisting and jerking as the exciting sensation flowed through every nerve. Then they shuddered and lay still, gasping for breath.
Eileen rolled off the boy, and they both lay still, staring at the ceiling. Tod's eyes slowly closed, his senses satisfied, and a major load off his mind. In moments, he was breathing deeply, lost in sleep. Eileen looked at him and smiled, then closed her eyes. She still had an hour before Bob returned with the kids, and she needed a rest.
The clamoring in the front yard awakened Eileen, and she got up to dress quickly. Tod was still asleep, and she let him stay that way. When she went downstairs, the kids were already being led off to their respective cottages by Bob, Marcy and the first kids to arrive.
She waited in the front room, not wanting to contribute to the confusion. When Bob came in a half hour later, he had a worried frown on his face, and was carrying a newspaper. He nodded silently, went directly to the kitchen, and came back with a large glass of brandy, which he handed to her.
"Better drink that, Eileen," he said somberly. "I've got something to show you."
She swallowed half the contents in one gulp, then put the glass on the coffee table. Bob folded the paper back to the second page, and passed it over. The first paragraph of the Valentine Blade's editorial dealt with the ranch.
"We have been informed that the summer retreat for children just west of town, the 'Rodeo Pines Ranch,' is back in operation this year. Though now under new management, following the very untimely death of Mrs. Claudia Daws, this paper feels that the rumored activities of last year should have dissuaded knowledgeable parents from subjecting their children to such disturbing (and certainly, if the rumors were true), disgusting associations."
Eileen dropped the paper to the floor, a sob choking her throat. Just when things were going so smoothly! Now this!
"I suppose you know who had a hand in that," Bob said. "No! Who?"
"The bank. Hell, they own the paper. They only say what old man Squires wants them to say. The sonofabitch is trying to put you out of business, that's what he's doin'!"
"But ... but Don loaned me the money! I can't believe he knew anything about this. If I went broke, he'd never get his money back."
"Just the same, something ain't right," Bob snorted. "Them two are thick as thieves. The old man told the kid about what he was goin' to do. You can bet your ass on that."
Eileen had recovered somewhat, and stood up. "Well, we can't do anything about it now. Everybody in town has seen it by this time. Just be sure none of the kids read it. And let's hope no other papers have picked it up."
"Okay," he shrugged. "The kids are all set. I'll keep 'em busy till dinner time." He started for the door.
"Bob! I want to have a meeting with you and Marcy after dinner. I think we'd better have a talk about this." She pointed to the paper lying on the floor. He looked at her silently, nodded, then left.
Donna helped Marcy feed everyone on the picnic tables that faced the lake. Then, when everything was cleaned up, the kids were instructed to go to their cottages and straighten their things out before going to bed.
It was after seven before the cousins were able to gather in the office. Eileen sat behind the desk, Bob and Marcy facing her. Bob lit cigarettes for all of them, then Eileen leaned back and looked at her relatives.
"It looks as though there's a campaign to try and bankrupt the ranch," she said coldly. "And, I've decided I'm going to fight it. Have you got any ideas how we can get something on the Squires'? Either Don or the old man?"
"Well," Marcy said, "the old man hates scandal. And that boy of his has been in more messes than you can shake a stick at. He's kept them all quiet. At least outside the town. But if we knew of something new, he'd get fidgety."
"No way," Bob said. "Shit, they got enough dough to squash anything that came up."
Eileen thought for a few minutes, then her face brightened.
"But not if it was one of us!" she said, excitedly. "If he got involved with Marcy or I, we couldn't be bought. Right?"
The couple across the desk nodded, then Marcy said, "You mean get knocked up or something?"
"No, no! I mean ... I mean get one of them in a compromising situation. Something he couldn't back out of. Like in their office, at the bank. Then force them to get off our backs."
"I could do that," Marcy said eagerly. "Boy, could I do that! I'd walk into Don's office and strip down right there! Then I'd say I was going to holler rape! He'd shit his pants."
"Yes," Eileen agreed. "Something like that."
"But not you, Marcy," Bob said. "You've been around too much. Ain't nobody goin' to believe you've been raped by anybody."
"Why, you bastard!" Marcy spat. "That's a helluva thing to say!"
"C'mon, you two," Eileen said. "Let's not fight. Okay, Bob. What do you have in mind?"
"How about a kid? How about Donna? She'd do it for us, if we asked her. She's pretty damn smart, too. And that would really bust Squires up."
"You can't be serious, Bob!" Eileen said, leaning over the desk. "We can't involve a little child in this!"
"You leave it to me," he grinned. "I'll take care of it, and nobody will know the difference. Now, here's what we ought to do."
Bob out-lined the plan to Eileen while Marcy sat sullenly listening. She was mad about two things. One, the crack that Bob had made about her, and two, that she wasn't going to be the one to get to Squires. She wanted him to fuck her so bad it hurt, and this would have been a perfect chance.
When Bob was finished, Eileen agreed, but only if the girl was perfectly willing to go along with the scheme. He said he would talk to the girl first thing in the morning, then they adjourned to the kitchen for a nightcap before going to bed.
Marcy waited in her room for quite a while, listening to make sure no one in the house was moving around. Then she went downstairs quietly and headed for Timmie's cottage. She was still hurt and mad, and wanted something to ease her frustration. And Timmie was just the person to do it.
She slipped into his cottage, went to his bunk, and shook him slightly. The other three boys were sound asleep. Timmie awoke, and seeing Marcy in the dim light, grinned. He slipped out of bed, and followed her outside, neither of them disturbing the others. When they reached the walk, Marcy pointed to the barn, and took his hand.
"Wait, Marcy," Timmie whispered. "I ... I can't."
"Why not?"
"'Cause I told Allen about ... about what we were doing. I had to. He was getting suspicious. He made me promise to let him in on it next time. If he wakes up and sees me gone, he'll tell somebody."
This additional frustration angered the redhead for a moment, then she sighed. "Okay. Go get him. But for God's sake, be quiet. I don't want the whole mob out there."
The boy nodded, went inside for a moment, then reappeared with Allen, a good-looking lad with curly blond hair. They followed her to the barn, up the ladder, and into the hay.
"Take off your clothes," Marcy said, slipping out of her blouse. "Hurry up."
Both boys jerked off their pajamas as quickly as they could, their eyes fastened on Marcy who was now nearly nude. When she had her panties off, she laid down on the hay and spread her legs.
"Timmie, you eat my pussy. Allen can watch and see how you do it."
As Timmie knelt down and began crawling up between her legs, she motioned Allen over to sit beside her. Timmie's lips were just touching her hot cunny when Allen sat down and she reached over to take his stiff dong in her hand. As her fingers closed around his tool and skinned it back, Allen tore his gaze away from watching Timmie lapping at the woman's cunt, and stared at her face, wide-eyed.
"Like that, honey?" she cooed to Allen. "Doesn't it feel nice to have a girl jack you off?" The lad nodded silently, and she took one of his hands and placed it on her firm titty. "You can hold it for a while," she smiled.
Timmie was burrowing his face into her snatch, his tongue doing the wild things she had taught him. She spread her legs wider, pumping on Allen's dong gently, and smiled.
"Uuuuuummmmmmm!" Timmie moaned into her pussy. "Ummmmmm!"
"That's good, honey," Marcy said. "Right there! Ohhhhh! Uuuuuunnnnggggghhhhh! Stick your tongue in, Timmie! Unnggh! Oh, baby! God, that feels good!"
"Marcy!" Allen whimpered. "I ... think ... Ungh! Ooooohhhhh!"
The blond boy's gaze went from her cunt, where his friend was lapping loudly, to her tit that he was squeezing so hard he was afraid he was hurting her, to her hand, pumping up and down on his dick.
"Take it easy, Allen," Marcy crooned. "Don't shoot off too fast. I want you to blow off when I do." She wrapped her legs around Timmie's neck and groaned. "Eat me, Timmie! Lap that cunt! Lick like I showed you! Uuuuunnnnnggggghhhh! Ohhhh, that's it! Uuuummmmmmm!"
All this was too much for Allen. He cried out, arched his back, and spewed hot boy cum all over Marcy's stomach. It came out in spurts, arcing through the air and splashing on her flat belly with a splat. Marcy held his cock tightly, and groaned.
"Now, Timmie," she said. "Faster! Unnggghhhh! NOW! OH, JESUS! NOW!"
Her ass lifted off the hay, smothering Timmie's face with the lips of her pussy as she writhed and twisted, spasms and tremors shaking her body.
"UUUUMMMMMM!" Timmie moaned loudly, shooting his juice into the hay as he tasted Marcy's sweet milk, streaming from her hole.
Marcy swung a leg over Timmie's head and turned on her side. She pulled Allen down, facing her, and guided his still hard shaft toward her cunt.
"Timmie!" she gasped through clenched teeth. "Stick your cock in my asshole! Hurry up! I want both of you to fuck me!"
Timmie scrambled behind her, his pecker still dripping juice. He rubbed his throbbing dick up and down the crack of her ass until he found her puckered hole, then he jammed the tip of his dong in. He had fucked Marcy in the ass before, but she had always been standing up.
Marcy had Allen's shaft in her tube, and grabbed him by the cheeks of his ass to drive it deep into her cunt. Timmie reached around her and took a titty in each hand as he hunched his rod into her anal canal, gasping at the tightness of it.
The two boys hunched and pumped their asses, driving their tools into the woman as she moaned and groaned between them.
"Ohhhhhhh, it's wonderful!" Marcy sobbed. She closed her eyes in ecstasy as the lads probed her intestines with their hot shafts, and she could feel them touching inside her.
Then all three were twisting and turning, hunching and humping, jerking and gasping as they exploded in climax. Marcy shrieked when the hot fluid spurted first into her ass, then into her pussy, the juices filling her tubes and running out over her legs.
Then the shaking ceased, and the only sounds in the loft were heavy breathing. Slowly, they began untangling, then got up and dressed. Within fifteen minutes, they were all back in their beds, content, hoping they might repeat the experience soon.
CHAPTER NINE
"Now, you sure you know what to do?" Bob glanced into the big rear-view mirror of the bus to look at Donna's face. She was sitting in the seat directly behind him, with a smug expression of poise and confidence.
"Oh, sure I do," she giggled. "It's not so hard."
The young girl glanced out the window at the beautiful countryside bathed in the mid-morning sun. She carefully went over in her mind the discussion with Bob and Eileen earlier that morning.
She was to go into the bank, ask for Don Squires, who was the manager, to talk to him about cashing the checks she was to receive weekly from her parents while she was at the ranch. Then, when they were alone in his office, she was to go into her act.
"Okay, honey," Bob said, wheeling the heavy bus down the two-lane asphalt highway. "Just be sure that you do it as fast as you can. Don't let him stop you."
"Don't worry, Bob. You know I'd do anything for you. I won't make any mistakes." She leaned forward and kissed him on the neck.
"Hey! Cut that out! We don't want anyone to see anything like that. 'Specially right now."
Donna laughed and sat back. "Okay. I'll be good. But you promised about tonight, don't forget."
"I won't." He maneuvered the big vehicle through the outskirts of the small town, then turned onto a narrow street two blocks from the bank. He pulled into a lot where he had left the wagon, stopped, and opened the door.
"Okay, sweet. You're on your own. I'll have the wagon parked in front of the depot. I'll see you when you're through."
Donna went out the door, stopped when she reached the ground to wave at him, then took off down the street toward the bank. When she entered, there were several customers, but the guard directed her to Squires' office. His door was open as she approached, and she waited at the opening until he looked up from his desk and noticed her.
"Hello," he said, standing. "Can I help you, little girl?"
They had told Donna he was good looking, but she didn't expect what she saw. His ruggedly handsome face and trim physique appealed to her immediately, and she knew she was going to enjoy this little escapade.
"Yes, please. I'd like to see you about cashing some checks from my parents."
"I'm sure we can help you," he smiled. He came around the desk, ushered her to a chair, and closed the door. Returning to his seat, he brushed aside the papers he had been looking at and folded his hands.
"Now," he said, "if you'll just tell me how we can be of service to you?"
Donna glanced at the closed door, then smiled at Squires as she slid a hand to her waist and undid the two buttons that were holding her wrap-around skirt. When these were undone, she glanced around the room and noticed a water cooler in the corner.
"I wonder if I could have a glass of water," she said softly. "It's rather warm out today."
"Surely." Squires rose and strode to the cooler.
While his back was turned, Donna quickly unzipped the thick angora sweater, and shrugged it off. Then she stood up, leaving the opened skirt on the chair. She was wearing nothing else. When Squires turned, he almost dropped the paper cup of water.
The girl was fantastic! Her smooth young body flowed in delicious curves, the creamy skin accentuated by the pink circles of her nipples and the triangle of light brown down that covered her child's pussy. Each line of her delicate frame melted into the next, gently rising and falling where a little girl's curves should be.
"Wha ... what is this?" he gasped, feeling his cock harden as he stared at her luscious body.
"That all depends on you, Mr. Squires," she answered firmly. "You know what would happen if I ran out that door like this, screaming rape?"
"Uhhhh ... yes. Of course I do."
"All right, then. Here's what I want you to do, or I run right out of here. Just like this." She bent over to reach into her purse, and Squires' prick jumped as he stared at the crack of her ass, leading down to the moist hole partially covered by hair.
Donna straightened up, a camera in her hand. She handed it to him, then climbed on his desk to sit there, her legs spread to expose her cunt. Reaching down, she parted the lips of her pussy, then looked over at him, smiling.
"Now, take my picture." When he hesitated, her eyes got hard. "Take it! Or do I go out there?"
He complied, then she got down, retrieved the camera, and put it back in her purse.
"Okay," she said, smiling. "Now, if there are any more items in the paper about the 'Rodeo Pines Ranch,' or if the bank gives it any more trouble, this picture gets circulated all over town. And everyone will recognize this office. A lot of people out there saw me come in here, too. Do you understand?"
Don Squires nodded, the reason for all of this becoming quite apparent. "How old are you?"
"Thirteen." She moved to the chair and reached for her skirt.
"Wait, honey," Squires said. "Is that all? Don't you want anything else?"
She glanced up at him warily. "Like what?"
"Like this!" He reached down, unzipped his pants, and took his immense tool out. It was still getting hard, and Donna watched in fascination as it jumped and jerked, stiffening out to its full length.
"Jesus," she whispered. "I've never...! Wow!"
Squires stood still, letting his prick throb as it grew. When it was fully hard, he skinned it back to let her see the huge purple head, glistening brightly, a drop of liquid oozing out the tip.
"How would you like to try that cock one time?" he asked quietly. "Have you ever seen one that big?"
"N ... no!" The girl was trembling all over as she stared at his dong. Her tongue flicked out and wet her lips. Not in her wildest dreams had she ever thought a man could be hung like that!
Squires stepped over to her, took her hand, and placed it on his prick. He squeezed her fingers around it, then moved them up and down on the jerking prong.
"How about it, honey?" he whispered. "Want to try it?"
Donna nodded in awe, her eyes still fixed on the gleaming staff. She felt juice flowing from her tube, dampening her gash which was dilating rapidly. Spasms of contractions gripped her cunt as she imagined what that huge cock would feel like.
He removed her hand gently, then went to lock the door. He then punched a button on the intercom, and told someone he didn't want to be disturbed. Then he motioned for the girl to lie down on the floor. She sank to the rug on weak legs, then spread them apart as wide as possible, the lips of her wet pussy gleaming in the curly bush.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she whimpered. "Please? Please?"
He got down on his knees, then moved forward until his cock was pressing against her pussy. He bent down to kiss her lightly, and she threw her arms around his neck.
"You'll have to be very quiet," he whispered. "Can you do that?"
"Oh, yes! But please hurry! I can't stand it!"
Using his ass, Squires guided the tip of his gigantic dong up and down her slick gash, covering the end of it with her fluid. When she was primed, he slipped the throbbing dong slowly into her dilated twat, easing it in delicately.
"Uuuuuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhhh!" she gasped. "Oh, Jesus! Oh, my God! I don't think I can take it! Aaaarrrrgggghhhhh!"
"Sure you can, honey! Just relax. Your pussy will hold it all. I know it will. Just don't shout. Now here it comes."
Balancing on his knees and elbows, Squires crammed the length of his shaft into the young girl's cunt, shudders of pure delight surging through his body as her tissues enveloped the aching prong. He touched her womb, and still kept on pressing it in.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh! Stop! Oh, that's too much! Unngghh! God! Oh, more! More! Fuck me! Oh, Jesus, fuck me! Ohhhhh, my God!" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she bit his shoulder. It was agony, but wonderful agony! She had never experienced anything like it!
"Ssshhhhhh, baby," Squires crooned. "I'll fuck you! I'll fuck you till you can't stand it any more! Ohhhhh, what a tight little cunt!"
He began hunching into her, his tool rubbing every inch of her tube as he slid it in and out. Her legs were wrapped around him tightly, and she humped up to him each time he drove it in.
"Uuuuunnnnngggghhhhhh!" she moaned. "Oh, God! Fuck me! Oh, it's so big! Aaarrrrgggghhhhh! Uuuuummmmmmmm!"
"I'm ... going ... to ... shoot ... off ... pretty ... soon," he grunted, slamming his pecker in and out quickly. "Are ... you ... about ... ready?"
"Uh ... huh! Fuck me to death! Oh, God! Do it! Unnghh! Now! Oh, my God, NOW!"
She buried her face in the hollow of his neck, sucking on his salty skin to keep from shouting out. His immense tool was jamming into her intestines, sending thrill after thrill up her spine. Then she exploded, crying out deep in her throat as the surge of indescribable pleasure tingled every nerve in her body.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Squires felt his cum surge up through his dick, then it was gushing into her tight pussy. His back arched as wave after wave of spasms shot through him.
"Aaaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhhh!" he moaned, collapsing on top of the girl as the last of his fluid spurted out the tip of his jerking pecker. He laid there for a moment, regaining his breath, then he eased his dick out slowly and stood up, leaving a pool of white liquid on the rug between Donna's out-stretched legs.
"How was that?" he asked, smiling at the quaking young girl.
"Oh, beautiful!" she moaned. "Just beautiful!"
"I'm glad you liked it. You'd better get dressed, now. I wouldn't want the employees to get suspicious."
He waited until his cock had wilted, then tucked it back into his pants. Donna had put on her skirt, and was slipping her sweater back on. Squires took a handful of tissues from a drawer in his desk, and wiped up the cum spots on the floor.
"Tell Mrs. Daws there won't be any more articles in the paper," he smiled. "And she still has ninety days on the loan. And tell her I'm sorry it all happened."
"I will, Mr. Squires," Donna said. "If ... if you ever want to do that again, I'll be here all summer."
"I just might do that, baby. Now, get out of here. I've got work to do."
The little girl picked up her purse, waved, and went out the door. She hurried down the street to the depot, where Bob was waiting in the car, smoking a cigarette.
"How'd it go?" he asked as she climbed in.
"Perfect! Just perfect. You won't have to worry about them any more." She leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes as Bob backed out and headed for the ranch. Her thoughts were on the huge, hairy shaft that had just pounded her cunt into ecstasy, and her pussy twitched as she wondered if he would really want to fuck her again.
The balance of the summer went along very well at the ranch. Eileen was so happy with Donna's performance, she relieved her of all menial tasks, and made the girl her personal assistant. Of course, Donna told no one about what had really happened in Don Squires' office, and was disappointed when he didn't come around for more.
Marcy continued her relations with Timmie and Allen in the barn, which gave her some satisfaction. She still dreamt about Squires, even without direct knowledge of the size of his tool. Quite often, she would sneak off with Bob during the night in order to get mature fucking.
And Bob was completely happy. He had Donna to dick whenever he could think up an excuse to be away from the house with her. Eileen was available from time to time, though she seemed to have more scruples about getting caught then before. And, of course, there was his sister, who was still a good piece.
After Eileen helped him get Dee straightened out with an abortion in a city two hundred miles away, Tod was leery of fucking anybody. He would still have liked to fuck Donna, but the possible consequences forced him to control his passions in her direction. It wasn't until Eileen assured him that she had had her organs removed, and couldn't possibly conceive, that he became willing to slip into her room at night and spend several hours with her to relieve his normal urges.
As the summer drew to a close, the children drifted back home one by one, until only twelve were left. Things weren't so hectic then, and Eileen and her relatives had more of an opportunity to relax a bit and enjoy the pleasant days and nights.
One morning, after breakfast, while the children were in the kitchen helping Marcy clean up, Tod strolled down to the corral to have a moment to himself before beginning the day's chores. He was hanging over the gate, watching the horses gambol, when he sensed someone beside him.
"'Morning," Donna said.
He turned to see her dressed in skimpy shorts and halter, the clothing barely concealing her lush, ripe body. She had a beautiful tan, and with her blonde hair and the white outfit, she was extremely pretty.
"Hi," he nodded. "Want somethin'?"
"No." She moved beside him and leaned on the gate. One of the horses was peeing, and his cock was fully extended, hanging almost to the ground. She saw that, and giggled.
"Boy, I sure wouldn't want that old thing stuck in me!" she exclaimed.
Tod laughed. "I don't suppose. From what I hear, there's some women that could handle it, though."
"Well, I sure couldn't." When Tod showed no desire to continue the conversation, she edged closer to him, brushing her firm tits against his arm.
"Don't you like me, Tod?"
"Sure. Why?" He didn't turn to her when he answered.
"You act like you're trying to stay away from me all the time, that's why." She took his arm and spun him around to face her. "Don't you think I'm pretty?"
"Hell, yes!" he said. "I think you're damned good looking. And I'm not keeping away from you."
She stepped in closer, pressing her titties against his chest, looking up at him with a glint in her eyes.
"How about kissing me then? Just once? I'M be going home pretty soon, and we might not get another chance. Will you?" She slipped her arms around his waist, pressing her pelvis against his thigh.
"Okay. Just once," He pulled her even closer, feeling her tits flatten against him, her belly tightly pressed on his prick.
As soon as their mouths touched, her tongue was fucking between his lips, searching and probing. She rubbed her cunt against his leg, and squirmed her titties over his chest. His cock became hard almost immediately, pushing out against his Levi's and throbbing against her belly.
"Tod," she whispered. "Take me in the barn. Quick! I want you to fuck me!"
"No," he said hoarsely. "I won't fuck you. You might get knocked up, and that's the last thing I want." He tried to push her away, but she clung to him fiercely.
"Let me suck you, then," she pleaded. "Please? You finger-fuck me, and I'll suck you. Won't you do that much?"
The boy hesitated, unsure whether he could go that far and stop. But his nuts were aching, and he did want to see what it felt like to have her blow him.
"Okay." He stepped quickly to the side of the barn and looked toward the house. No one was outside, so he hurried back and pulled her through the side door into the barn. They went up the ladder, Tod following, and as soon as he had stepped out onto the hay, Donna was all over him.
As she put her lips to his, ramming her tongue into his mouth, she reached down and unzipped his pants, groping for his prick. She pulled it out, then stood on tiptoe and rubbed the hot shaft against her crotch, moaning into his mouth.
Tod pushed her away, afraid of what might happen, and then dropped down on his back in the hay.
"All right," he gasped, "you wanted to suck it, so go ahead. Get down there and blow me off."
"Yes, Tod! Yes!" she cried, getting down on her knees and grasping his hard tool. "God, what a nice prick! Oh, I wish you'd fuck me."
She bent over, skinned his dick back with her lips and tongue, then licked and -rimmed the tip of his throbbing shaft. As her head bobbed up and down on his dick, she reached back and undid her shorts, pulling them down to her bent knees. Then she put her hand on her cunt, driving a finger into her hole as she sucked wildly on Tod's prong.
"Uuuuuuunnnnngggghhhhhh!" Tod groaned, hunching his ass up to her mouth as she sucked and pulled with her mouth. "Ohhhh, damn, Donna! Unnggghhhhhhh! Ooooohhhhhh, wow! Uuuunnnggghhhhh!''
"Ummmmmmmmmmm!" the girl moaned, her head nodding as she jammed her mouth down his rod as far as she could, then easing back, her lips pulling and tugging on the delicious cock.
"Suck it!" Tod cried. "Suck it off! Uuuunnnngghhhh! Ohhhh, Jesus! Whhhuuuuufffffff! Uuuummmmmmffffffff! Aaarr ggggghhhhhh!"
He was writhing and twisting under her, his ass pumping and his back arching as the girl slurped on his pecker, pulling the cum clear from his nuts.
She .was pumping her finger furiously into her twat, jamming and cramming it up her tube with wild abandon, her ass writhing in circles as she jacked herself off.
"Uuuuuuuummmmmmm!" she murmured. "UUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM!"
She could feel his juice surging up his shaft, then it was splashing against the roof of her mouth and her throat in huge spurts, spewing out in such quantity that she had a hard time swallowing fast enough to keep up with it.
As the last of Tod's cream spilled out onto her tongue, she exploded in orgasm, her body shaking and trembling, her ass hunching into her plunging finger. Then she stopped quaking, licked the boy off and stood up, smiling.
"God, that was good!" she said, reaching down to pull her shorts up.
Tod got a fleeting glimpse of her cunt before it was covered, and he wished he had the guts to fuck her. "Yeah, it was great."
"If you won't fuck my cunt, Tod, will you fuck me in the ass sometime before I go? I'd like that."
"Uh-huh," he agreed readily, sticking his tool back in his pants and getting up. "First chance we get. It's not that I don't want to fuck your pussy, Donna. It's just that ... well, I don't want any kids."
"That's all right, Tod. I understand. I'd better get back, now, before somebody wonders where I am. I'll see you at lunch." .
She hurried down the ladder, and ran through the barn to the house. Tod took his time, saddled a horse, then slipped a rope over the necks of the other horses and took them up the hill to the pasture. And all the time, his mind was on Donna and how great it would be to stick his prick into her.
As it turned out, he didn't get the chance for quite a while. The rest of the kids left, some each day, until only Timmie and Donna were left. They had written for, and received, permission to stay an extended two weeks from their parents. They both went to private schools which opened later in the fall.
It was on a Saturday night that Bob took the last boy to the depot and deposited him on his train. When he returned, they all had a late dinner, then retired to the front room, leaving the dishes at Marcy's insistence until the next morning.
"Well, I'm glad it's over with," Eileen sighed, as Bob came into the room with a bottle of brandy and three snifters for the adults.
"Me, too," Marcy said. "God! I don't think any of those kids had eaten a thing before they got here."
"Just growin' kids," Bob remarked, passing around the full glasses. "And tomorrow, we got to clean the cottages and lock 'em up for the winter." He sat down. "You know, we could save a lot of extra work if Donna and Timmie moved in here. Then we could close up their cottages too."
Thoughts flashed through the minds of everyone in the room at his statement, each wondering how they would be able to get to their favorite partner with all of them under the same roof.
Eileen hesitated, sipping her brandy, then came to a firm decision. "You're right, Bob. Tomorrow. Well move them in here, and work out sleeping arrangements. Would you kids like that?" She looked at Timmie and Donna who, with Tod, were sipping pop and munching on cookies.
"Sure!" Timmie said. "Then I wouldn't have to clean up the place all by myself."
"I'm all for it," Donna grinned. "But who do I sleep with?"
"We'll work that out tomorrow," Eileen smiled.
After the kids had gone to bed, and Bob had refilled their glasses, Marcy lit a cigarette and shook her head at Eileen.
"I don't think that's such a good idea, them moving in here. We won't have any privacy at all."
Eileen smirked at her, glanced at Bob, then laughed.
"Oh, come on, now! We all know what's been going on. At least I do. Isn't Timmie a pretty good fuck, Marcy? And how about Donna, Bob? I'll bet she really knows how to use that pussy of hers by this time."
Marcy sat stunned, and Bob's jaw dropped as they stared at Eileen.
"You ... you mean you knew about it all the time?" Bob said in an awed voice.
"I'm not stupid, Bob." She laughed again. "Now, let's decide who sleeps where. I think it's going to be fun."
CHAPTER TEN
There was a whirlwind of activity the next morning. Everyone pitched in to help clean the cottages and move Timmie and Donna to the big house. As each small building was sanitized, Bob would turn off the water and electricity, shutter the windows and lock the door.
Marcy and Bob were still astounded that Eileen had known about their activities with the children, yet hadn't said a thing about it. During the morning, whenever they could, they held whispered conversations trying to reason it out.
by noon they were through. Marcy fixed a delicious lunch, which they ate at the picnic tables, everyone happy and full of anticipation over what was to come. When the table was cleared and the dishes washed, Bob laughingly suggested a swim in the lake.
"That sounds like a great idea," Eileen said. "Let's all get into our suits."
"Why?" Bob asked. "Whatever we haven't seen, well see pretty soon anyway. Let's all go naked."
"Hey, cool!" Timmie grinned.
"I think it would be fun," Donna interjected.
Eileen looked at their faces, and they all seemed to be in agreement. "All right. Let's go."
They undressed in the kitchen, hanging their clothes over the backs of chairs, then trooped out the back door to the lake. As an afterthought, Bob filled a case with cold beer from the refrigerator, and carried it down to the sandy shore.
Marcy and Eileen spread out two blankets, then joined the kids in the water. Heated by the sun all summer, the water was lukewarm and comfortable, and the entire party frolicked for over two hours.
Eileen had run out of steam and returned to the beach, dropping on a blanket and opening a beer. Shortly, Donna waded out of the water and walked toward her. The older woman appraised the girl's body as she approached, a twinge of jealousy in her heart.
There was no doubt that Donna would blossom into a very beautiful young woman. When her titties developed, and she lost her awkwardness, she would be much sought after. As it was she was a sight to behold, with her long, tapered legs and nicely rounded hips.
"Jeez, this is really cool," the girl said, sitting down beside Eileen. Then she leaned over and whispered, "I've never seen so many bare cocks at once in my life."
"Neither have I," Eileen laughed. "Which one do you like best?"
Tod was coming out of the water toward them, his prick hard as he admired the two females on the blanket, their tits and pussies in full view. They stared as he neared, their cunts twitching as they watched his cock bounce and his balls swing back and forth as he walked.
"Him, I think," Donna said quietly. "But he won't fuck anybody, for some reason. I wanted him to, but he said no."
"There's a reason," Eileen said. "I may tell you about it someday."
"Can I have one of those?" Tod asked, pointing to the can of beer in Eileen's hand.
"Sure. Why not?" She handed him a can.
He pulled the top off, took a long drink, then sat down.
"Bob says we ought to be getting back in," Tod remarked. "He's afraid somebody might see us out here, and report it."
"He's probably right," Eileen agreed. She stood up, her big tits swaying, and waved at the people in the water. "Let's go in!" she shouted.
They all filed into the house where they took turns in the two showers upstairs before sitting down in the front room to have a drink. Bob had brought the beer in, and Eileen had made a pitcher of martinis for the adults.
Donna was sitting next to Tod, and unable to control herself, she reached over and took his stiff prick in her hand.
"Can I play with it?" she asked.
"Why not let her?" Eileen said, overhearing her question. "She wants it, you know."
"Okay," the boy agreed. He spread his legs, and Donna got on the floor between them, caressing his prick and his balls tenderly. Suddenly, she got to her knees and slipped her lips over his jerking pecker, ramming her mouth down until it was touching her throat.
Marcy was staring at them, feeling a little guilty about seeing her boy have his prick sucked, but at the same time getting a thrill out of it. Her already moist cunt began to dilate, and spasms raced through her groin as the girl bobbed her head on Tod's rod.
"Hey, what's this?" Bob asked, coming down the stairs with Timmie after their shower. "Starting without us?"
"She just couldn't wait," Eileen smiled.
"Uuuuuuunnnnngggggghhhhhh!" Tod moaned loudly, as Donna sucked and slurped on his prong, her hand massaging his balls at the same time.
Bob winked at Eileen as he passed her, then knelt down behind the girl. He eased up to her ass, cock in hand, then began rubbing it on her pussy.
"UUUUUUUMMMMMMMM!" Donna murmured, feeling the hot tool against the lips of her twat. "UUUUUUUMMMMMMMM!"
While the others watched, Bob inserted his tool into her waiting slit, then grasped her by the hips and rammed his cock all the way in with one gigantic lunge.
"UUUUUUUUMMMMMMMM!" the girl moaned. "UUUUUUMMMMMMM!"
"Jesus, what a cunt!" Bob gasped, ramming his prick in and out. "Aaarrrrrggghhhhhhh! Oh, God! Uuunnnnggghhhhhhh!"
Tod watched him stuff his dong deep into the girl, and felt her nodding on his dick faster as the man's prick drove into her belly. She was sucking so hard it hurt, but he didn't want her to stop. He could feel his cum surging through his loins, and knew it wouldn't be long.
"UUUUUUMMMMMMM!" Donna groaned deep in her throat.
"AAARRRGGGHHHHHHH!" Bob cried out. "HERE IT COMES, BABY! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! AAAARRRGGGHHHH! WHHUUFFFFF! UNNNNNFFFFF!"
"ME TOO!" Tod shouted. "NOW! NOW! UUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHH! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!"
Donna felt Bob's hot cream slamming against her womb as Tod let his juice loose in her mouth. Hot liquid was pouring into her from both ends. She swallowed greedily, swiveling her ass at the same time around Bob's still plunging dick. Then she jerked violently as the tremors of orgasm sped through her body.
"Ohhhhhhh, God!" Marcy moaned, as the trio writhed and jerked in ecstasy. Her legs were spread apart, and her hand was over her snatch, rubbing up and down in the pink, wet gash.
Timmie's prick had been jumping while he observed the proceedings, and when he saw Marcy jacking off, it was too much for the lad. He ran over and threw himself between her legs, pushing her hand away, and pressing his face into her snatch.
"Ohhhhhh, Timmie!" Marcy cried out, surprised. "Oh, honey! Eat it! God, I'm so hot I can't stand it! Uuuummmmm! Oh, do it, Tim! Do it! Uuuuunnnnnngggghhhhhhh!"
The boy grabbed his cock and started pumping it as his lips and tongue slid up and down the redhead's twat, sucking at her clit and licking and lapping at her hole. His balls swung back and forth as he pounded his prick, hunching his ass as he ate Marcy's dilated pussy.
Bob had extracted his prick from Donna's cunt and was standing up. The girl licked Tod's cock off, then moved aside, sitting on the floor with a glazed look in her eyes.
Eileen couldn't bear it any longer. She jumped up, stepped over to Tod and mounted him, a knee on either side of his thighs. She reached down to guide his still hard pecker into her hole, then she corkscrewed down onto it.
When it was buried in her twat, she cupped a titty in her hand and slipped the nipple into Tod's open mouth. As he sucked on it, she spiraled her cunt up and down on his dong, slamming her fiery snatch down, easing up slowly, then banging it down again.
Marcy had thrown her legs over Timmie's shoulders and was twisting and turning, hunching and pumping her cunt into his face. The boy was yanking on his dong, jerking the foreskin back and forth over the tip, his hand moving frantically as he pumped his cream up from his balls.
Tod pulled his mouth away from Eileen's titty. "Ooooooohhhhhh! God, Eileen! Now! Oh, Christ! Now! Uuuunnnngggghhhhh! Whuuff! Uuuuuunnnnggggghhhhh!"
Eileen hunched faster, slamming her twat on his dick, her ass swirling as she drove his tool deep into her snatch.
"I ... am ... going ... to ... TOD! A A A R R R G G H H H H H H ! TOD! OOOOOHHHHHHH! JESUS! UUUUUNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"
Marcy screamed at the same time, her body writhing on the couch as she quivered and trembled, her legs straight up in the air. Timmie moaned, then shot his wad all over the floor, the white fluid making a puddle in front of the couch as he continued to pump his prick.
While the two couples were untangling themselves, Bob went to the table and opened a beer for each of the children, then poured a martini for the adults. As everyone took a seat on the couches, he passed around, handing the drinks out.
"How about that?" he grinned, coming to Eileen. "I guess everyone got their nuts off that round, didn't they?"
The blonde nodded and smiled. "I sure did. Damn, that makes me hot, watching somebody else do it."
"Affects me that way, too," he grinned.
Marcy had gulped her cocktail down, and had gone to the table for a refill. She returned to stand in the middle of the gathering, and raised her glass.
"Here's to a wonderful party," she said. "I think we all needed this."
"Amen," Bob said, and they drank.
"I think we should all rest for a bit," Eileen said, "then we can decide what we want to do later."
"I'm not tired," Donna laughed. "But I don't think it's any fun when we all do it at the same time. It'd be better if some fucked, and the others watched. Don't you think so?"
"That sounds reasonable," Eileen agreed. "Let's just go around the room and each one can pick what they want to do." She turned to Bob, who was sitting on her left. "Want to start?"
"Hell, yes! I'd like to have Marcy fuck me, while I eat Donna. Okay, gals?"
"Cool!" Donna giggled.
"Okay," Marcy laughed. "Get down on the floor, stud, and well really work you over."
Bob drained his glass, grinned, then got down on the braided oval rug between the couches. Marcy and Donna rose at the same time, and while Marcy knelt over Bob's massive tool, Donna squatted over his mouth, facing the redhead.
While his sister rubbed his prick up and down her gash, getting the tip wet, Bob grasped Donna's firm thighs and pulled her twat down to his face. His nose nudged her flavorful brown asshole as he flicked his tongue over her slit, teasing her clit and licking the lips of her sweet-tasting pussy.
Marcy slipped the end of his pecker into her hole, then slid her cunt down over it, swirling her ass in order to make it ream every tissue in her tube. When it was fully buried, she smiled at the young, blonde girl.
"Let's do it to him, honey," she said, and as Donna nodded agreement, she began pumping up and down on her brother's huge dong.
The girl stared at the shaft sliding into the woman's twat, then as Marcy rose up, she could see most of the gleaming cock, glistening wetly with juice. Bob's tongue was licking and lapping at her pussy, tickling it and sending shivers of pleasure into her womb. Dazed with the excitement, she reached out suddenly and grasped both Marcy's tits in her hands.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh!" Marcy groaned. "Play with 'em, honey! I'm going to fuck him dry! Uuuuunnnnggggghhhhh! Squirm your ass on his face, baby! Make him eat you all over!"
"I ... am!'' the girl gasped. "Uuuuunnnnngggghhh! He's doing it to me! Jesus! Oh, my God! Uuunnnggghhhh!"
"UUUUUMMMMMMMMM!" Bob moaned into Donna's twat. He hunched his ass, trying to keep in rhythm with Marcy's plunges on his dong. "UUUUUMMMMMM!"
The redhead bent down and put her mouth over one of the girl's tits, sucking so loudly it echoed in the room. Donna arched her back, thrusting her tit into Marcy's face. Bob's tongue was inside her hole now, rimming it and darting in and out rapidly.
Marcy was spiraling her cunt faster, slamming down on her brother's prick, the slap of her ass against his thighs drowning out her slurping on Donna's titty. Then she pulled her head away and began pounding furiously on the pecker inside her tube.
"PRETTY ... SOON ... NOW!" she said to Donna. "I'M ... ALMOST ... READY ... TO...!AARRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
Bob almost lifted his sister off the floor as he threw his ass into the air, jamming his dick into her as he exploded at the same time.
"ME TOO!" Donna screamed. "NOW! NOW! JESUS CHRIST! OH, GOD! UUUUGGGGGNNNNNHHHHHHHH! UUUUUNNNNNNFFFFFFF!"
"UMMM! UMMM! UMMMM!" Bob moaned, his face buried between the folds of the girl's streaming pussy. He continued licking her twat as he shot off into Marcy, his fluid slamming against her womb, then running back out to dribble on his balls.
The trio trembled and shook, spasms of hot fire running through the nerves in their bodies. The women gasped for breath, their tits heaving. Then they rose slowly, leaving the exhausted man on the rug, his legs twitching and his prick jerking.
"I don't think hell be ready for anything for a while," Donna said and giggled, moving to the couch to sit next to Tod.
"I think you're right," Eileen said, watching Bob get to his feet weakly, and reel to a seat. "He's had it for the moment."
Bob grunted as he sat down, picked up his glass, handed it to Marcy, then pointed silently to the pitcher on the table. x
"It's your turn now, Timmie," Eileen grinned. "What's it to be?"
The boy looked at her shyly. "I ... I'd like to fuck you, Eileen. I ... I was always afraid to ask, before. You wouldn't mind, would you?"
"Of course not, dear," she said softly, understanding his bashfulness. "How would you like it?"
"Would you get on your hands and knees? I like it best that way, now that Marcy taught me."
"Anything you say, dear." She put her glass down, then knelt on the rug, aiming her ass directly at him. "C'mon, Tim! Show them what you can do."
The boy quietly sidled up to her creamy ass, then taking his cock in his hand, he skinned it back and rubbed the tip down her crack to her hole. He slipped the tip in, then placed his hand on her hips. After adjusting his knees, he closed his eyes and rammed his tool home, hunching it in with one thrust.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhh!" Eileen moaned. "That's the boy, Tim! Uuuuuummmmmmmm! Now grab my titties and fuck me!"
Timmie reached under her, and filled his hands with her large boobs. He squeezed them tightly as he pulled his prong out, then rammed it back in, the tissues of her tube caressing his cock tenderly.
"O o o o o h h h h h h h ! '' he gasped. "Uuuuunnnnffffff!" He laid his cheek against her back, and hunched at her, thrusting his dong deep, slipping it out, then plunging it back in.
Eileen bent her head down, and watched his balls swinging between his legs as he fucked her. Reaching back, she took them in her hand and fondled them as he pumped.
"Tiiimmmmmmmiiiiieeeeee!" she groaned. "Oh, honey! Uunnggghh! Cram it in! Uuuummmffffff! That's it! Aaarrgggghhhhh!"
"I'm ... going ... to ... shoot ... Eileen!" he grunted.
"NOT YET!" she shouted. "NOT YET! OH, FUCK ME! WAIT! OH, JESUS! FASTER! UNGHH! UNGHHH! ARRGGHHHH! FASTER! JAM IT ALL THE WAY IN! AARRRRGGHHHHHHHH!"
"I ... CANT ... HOLD ... IT ... ANY ... MOOOOOOOORE! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH! UUUUMMMMMFFFFFF!"
As the boy's cum spewed against her womb, Eileen gasped, then shook violently as the orgasm shot through her tightly tensed body. She screamed loudly, then began whimpering as he continued to shoot his juices into her, filling her tube then running out onto the rug between her legs.
Eileen collapsed on the floor, Timmie falling on top of her, and they lay there motionless for a moment, their chests heaving. Timmie eased his pecker out, dripping more cream on the floor, then he stood up, a wide smile creasing his face.
"Atta boy, Timmie!" Marcy said. "That's the way I taught you to do it!" She was getting tight from the drinks, and was having trouble focusing her eyes.
"Okay, Tod, boy," Bob said. "It's up to you now. What's your pleasure?"
"Tod?" Donna spoke up. "Remember what you promised me?"
"Oh, yeah," he nodded. "I told her I'd fuck her in the ass," he explained to Bob.
"Fine! Get with it!"
"There's too much gunk on the rug, Tod," Donna said. "I want it on the couch." She stood up, then knelt on the couch, her breasts hanging over the back.
The lad set his can of beer on the floor, then stood up behind her. He spread the cheeks of her ass with his hands, then guided his rod down her crack and into her bung hole. He wriggled a bit, until the head was inserted, then put his hands on her hips.
"Ready?"
"Whenever you are, Tod." Donna closed her eyes, waiting for the plunge of his tool.
Tod positioned his feet, then lunged forward, stabbing his rod into her anal canal.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!" she hollered. "JESUS! UUUUUNNNNGGGHHHH! TOD! OH, MY GOD! TOD!"
"Aaarrrggghhhhh!" the boy gasped, feeling her puckered hole grasping his tool tightly. "Let loose! Open your ass! Uuuunnnngggghhhhhh!"
"Is ... that ... better?" she moaned. "Ohhhhh, don't stop!"
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" The boy jammed it in, and now that she had loosened up, it was much easier. "OH, DONNA! AARRGGHH!"
"This is too good to pass up," Bob said, getting up and hurrying around to the back of the couch where Donna's face and tits were hanging over.
He skinned his prick back, and rubbed it across the girl's lips. She opened her mouth immediately, allowing him to stick his throbbing cock between her lips. Bob placed his hands on her head, then pumped his shaft in and out of her mouth, sliding it over her tongue all the way back to her throat.
"UUUUMMMMMM!" she groaned, her mouth full of his hard, driving prick. "UUUUMMMMMMMMM!"
"Uuuuuunnnngggghhhhhh!" Bob grunted, hunching his dick in and out of her mouth, his legs shaking as she wrapped her mouth tightly around his plunging prick. "Wwwwhhhuuuuuffff! Ungh! Ungh!"
"I ... can't ... hold ... it!" Tod gasped. "Aaarrrgghhh! Oh, Lord! Uuuummmmffffff! Aaarrrr gggghhhhhhh!"
The boy grabbed Donna by the shoulders and gave one mighty lunge at her ass, slamming his tool in to the hilt, shuddering as his juices spewed out the end of his pecker, deep inside her canal.
"UUUUUUMMMMMMM!" Donna groaned. "UUUMMMM! UUMMM! UUMM!"
Her cheeks were sunken with the pressure she was applying to the dong pumping into her mouth. Then Bob stopped hunching, stood still, and the hot sticky cum jetted against her tonsils in gigantic waves, flowing down her throat as though she were drinking from a tap.
"AAAARRRRRRFFFFFFFF!" Bob cried out. "WWHHHUUUFFF! UNGH! UNGH! OOOOHHHHH, DAMN! AAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!"
While Donna licked the last of the cream from Bob's still jerking dick, Tod eased his shit-covered prong out of her fragrant asshole and staggered weakly to the opposite couch where he sank down. Marcy smiled at her son, though he took no notice. She was happy he had enjoyed himself, and at the same time she was excited at the vicarious pleasure she got from watching him.
When Donna turned around to slump where she was, Bob went to the table and picked up the pitcher, pouring drinks for his sister and Eileen. Then he filled his glass, and sat down.
Eileen looked around at all the faces, a look of contentment on each of them, and she smiled. She had no worries about any of them ever talking to outsiders about what went on there. It would have been foolish for them to do so.
"Well," she said brightly. "I think we've all had about enough for one day, don't you agree?"
The group nodded their assent.
"So," she continued, "I guess we'd better work out the sleeping arrangements. I think it would be best if Timmie slept with Marcy, Bob with Donna, and Tod with me. Is that all right with everybody?"
"Suits me," Bob said, and the rest murmured agreement.
"Wonderful. Bob, will you start a fire in the fireplace? Marcy and I will make some popcom, and we can toast some marshmallows, too. I think we deserve a nice, quiet evening together. It's been a hectic summer."
It was quite late when they finally paired off and went to bed. Contrary to what Eileen had said, none of them had had their fill of sexual pleasures. The house echoed with moans, grunts and groans until the wee hours of the morning.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When the time finally came for Donna and Timmie to leave for home, there was sadness on both sides. Although they would return the following summer without a doubt, nevertheless the group was broken up, and each felt the loss in their own particular way.
Tod started back to school, but at a Senior High in the large city thirty miles away. At the urging of his mother, Bob and Eileen, he soon found several youngsters that would like to spend the winter weekends at the ranch.
Soon they had a steady stream of youngsters that were delighted with the opportunity to vent their sexual desires with such experienced partners. It was a very select group, however, and they all had to swear to absolute secrecy.
Marcy never did have the opportunity to find out how big Don Squires' cock was, or what he would be like in bed. Early in the fall, his maid, Marie, became pregnant, and unlike the other girls, wasn't about to be bought off with a few dollars. She insisted on marriage, and that they move away from the small town atmosphere.
When the books were balanced at the end of that year, Eileen found that she could pay off all the debts, and still have enough left over to sustain them all until the following summer. She began a new advertising campaign early in the year to insure a full quota of children during each of the summer months. And understandably, she was rather proud of her management of the entire episode.
Early in the spring, mostly out of pity, Eileen arranged to have Marcy spend two days at a health and beauty spa, then sent her off to St. Louis for a week with plenty of money to spend. She returned with a handsome middle-aged man who she said she had married there, though no one ever saw the license, and he proved to be an asset to both the ranch (he was an excellent cook) and to the sexual exploits of the clan.
And that June found them all waiting with eager anticipation for the first arrivals of handsome young boys and pretty young girls who would be anxious to release their pent-up sexual drives in the wondrous country of "Rodeo Pines Ranch."
