Man's passions are countless and varied. There are passions for power, passions for wealth, passions for war and destruction, passions for privacy (I.E., Howard Hughes), passions of sex. This is only a fragmentary list.
Lawmaking bodies, exercising their passions of power, judicial figures, law enforcement agencies would exercise this particular passion to legislate against other passions. Passions of sex.
The ludicrous side of those with passions for power flounder and waste time and money trying to regulate people's morals, yet none, the world over have done much to curb the passions for war and destruction.
With the risk of sounding pessimistic, we will say that never will legislation succeed in forcing "straight" behavior on people. Especially if people are bent on not conforming.
The rich pretty much practice their deviant sex passions with immunity. The poor are pretty much ignored. If there are statistics, they are probably nebulous on the extremes and frequency of deviate acts. We only hear of those practices which are harmful or damaging to one party or the other.
Probably there are thousands of young people-teenagers like Skip-who would welcome the opportunity of "making out" with a beautiful woman like Kitty-and a pretty young girl like Stephanie-even with an older woman such as Berniece or Stephanie's mother, Gina.
Like most things, passion is great in sensible proportions, but like a whipping with a cat-o'-nine-tails, one lash is too many. So it is with sex. Too damned much is not fun any more.
Skip is caught up in such a tribulation. And so is a boy named Hank-Stephanie's brother. Contemplate his future of being taken by the sister and the mother.
We wouldn't say Kitty and Gina are necesssarily evil, but when young people are held captive by adults, a form of bondage exists. And youngsters who rebel against parental dominance would call it bondage, if they stopped and thought about.
We would say though that children held in incestuous bondage could be damaged through life.
As we said, passions are varied. The pleasurable passions we endorse-but a little bit goes a long way.
Poor Skip?
You decide.
CHAPTER ONE
"I've eaten bigger ones, had much bigger ones punching my hot pussy and cornholing my butt," Kitty Marman murmured thoughtfully, licking her tongue along the agonizing length of his quivering peter. "But your prick," she smiled, gorging her mouth with his cock, "is just dandy and I love the taste and it will fit very snuggly in my cunt or up my itching asshole."
When Skip Peterson tried to rise, she pressed her left forearm on his chest, pushed him back on the double bunk of the travel trailer. She lay at an angle over him, her left cheek against his young groin, a hand holding his hard, young balls as she went far down on him, devouring the entire post of sensual flesh.
"Uuuuuuuuummmmmmm," Kitty purred, easing off, sucking the hot knob and slithering her tongue along the side of his agitated young cock. "I love sucking young pricks, fucking kids," she said, as if explaining. "And I'm so glad you ran off from home."
He sobbed convulsively and his five-foot frame shuddered when she sucked particularly hard on the head of his prick, tucked it into a cheek as if it were a ball of candy. Kitty flattened a hand over his mouth to stifle his cries and released his balls, letting them sag in their taut sac so she could unbutton her blouse. When his sobs subsided, she deftly removed her blouse, letting her opulent, unharnessed titties loll free against his naked hip.
"Running away from home was just perfect," Kitty growled on the knob of his cock, her teeth nibbling just back of the coronal flange. "I'll take you far away, on a nice trip, and no one will ever know. And I'll have you to suck and fuck whenever I want to. And I'll teach you to eat pussy and suck my boobies-or, I'll tan the shit out of your skinny ass. Got that, Skip?" she growled, biting him sort of hard before she swallowed the pulsating knob of his cock deep into her throat.
Kitty pushed his pants and shorts all the way to his ankles and urged his knees apart so she could get her hand deep in his crotch to play with his balls and finger his nervous, tight anus. She employed her left hand to unbutton her skirt, skid the zipper and push it down so her unpantied ass was bare, the twin globes glistening the fagile butane light from the galley.
"Ooooooohhhh, Goddamn fuckin' heaven," she sighed, gobbling noisily on his prick as she mouthfucked him voraciously. She dug her left hand into her straddle, finger-combed the thick, coarse ruby hair apart and split open her vulva so she could masturbate freely while she gave him a juicy blow-job.
She had an intuitive idea the kid had never copulated before and she looked to his first spurt of jizz with frenzied anticipation. So what if he had a quick cum? She knew she could keep his prick hard with her quick, ruby lips and hot tongue and greedy mouth that seemed made for sucking cock.
Kitty squeezed his balls, jostled them with the tips of her long, slender fingers as she sucked her cheeks in against the swollen bulb of his tasty, adorable young prick. From a past experience, some ten years ago when she was only nineteen, she knew if she continued sucking him his cock would swell to three or four times its normal erection size-in girth. And it would stay thus enlarged for two or three days.
Savoring the prospect of a young cock that would stretch her jaws to the creaking point, she sucked and mouth-fucked him faster and harder. Too, she knew if she could "torture" his prick past its first inclination to jizz, he would hold his hot, creamy frosting for maybe an hour.
"Yuuuuuuuummmmmm," she gloated, stabbing two fingers into her hot snatch-hole and shuddering into a minor orgasm. Already, she could feel his prick gaining dimension-not only in thickness, but in length. The over-all size of his cock was being enhanced by her educated mouth and goading tongue.
A tremor began in his prick and his balls, the first hint of cumtremens and Kitty clamped her fingers ruthlessly on his ready-to-crack nuts. "Don't you jizz yet," she warned, putting an ominous note in her guttural voice.
Skip's feet began kicking and his middle lurching-he was trying to up-fuck his cock into the tall redhead's devouring mouth. To accommodate him, she went all the way down on him, her swallow muscles taunting his sexual flesh, rubbing and caressing the immense knob that gorged her carnal gullet.
Then his cum-spasm tendency passed and he cried out in torment. Kitty relaxed her grip on his hot, hard nuts, pressed them to him as her middle finger sought and found his pinched asshole. He squirmed helplessly under her superior weight and size. "Get your legs far apart and raise your knees," Kitty commanded, finger probing.
"Oh-oh-oh, God, NO!" he wailed. But it was no avail. She had succeeded in spearing a finger into him, squirreling it around far inside his burning, clenching, panicking asshole.
"I'm gonna suck your cock off and finger-fuck your young little asshole 'til you faint," she muttered, gobbling loudly on the head of his growing column of f uck meat as he instinctively thrust his tortured prick into her willing throat.
The heel of her hand covered the bulge of his balls that roiled in the taut scrotum and she knew she could control and shut off his natural bent to fire his flood of jizz by applying cruel pressure. "I won't let your shoot your cum 'til I'm ready for you to," she said, a deep chuckle fluttering the muscles of her throat and mouth around his vibrant hunk of cock.
Skip relaxed slightly and she thought his bottom even began to rock and roll gently as she finger-diddled his squeezing butt hole. "I want you in my ass," she slobbered juicily on his prick, "but not your finger-your magnificent young prick."
Kitty could hear the soft, midnight whisper of the breeze in the proud, towering tops of the Northcentral Idaho pines. Ghostly were the ripples of the Locksa River fifty yards away.
She gnawed happily, yet not brutally on the thickening glans of the fifteen-year-old's still-burgeoning prick. "You have a manly, magnificent, tasty cock," she admired, voice muffled because his cock was now swollen to such a dimension it thoroughly crammed her face.
Her cunt was becoming soppy now and her hand sloshed warmly, hotly in her long fuck-gash. She pressed a thumb against her emerged clit as she diddled her hole with increasing vigor.
Skip whimpered forlornly, painfully. Kitty drew her face up 'til she held just the tip of his dong in her teeth.
Her eyes crossed, glitering cat-like green, as she stared down at his monstrous stump of cunt-stuffer. "I'll get your prick bigger'n hell," she promised, quickly going all the way down on him again and blowing his cock triumphantly.
Already, she thought gleefully, she had mouthfucked and sucked his young prick to a size most any man would be bold and proud of, would boast about it to anyone who would listen-trying to get some female to lie down, spread her legs and test his hunger in her split.
Slowly, the tenseness flowed out of the kid and he relaxed, still thrusting upward with his hips, his lean butt that was being finger-diddled expertly, shoving his cock in and out of her mouth.
Suddenly, he came; came hard before she had a chance to compress his fertile sex-nuts. She scowled, wrinkles furrowing her smooth brow; but she swept in all of his fat, solid cock and took his flow of jizz down her gullet, into her stomach.
"It's all right," she soothed, guzzling his pecker flood. "But I'll keep on sucking you off, keep you hard and then I'm gonna top you and fuck up a storm in my pussy with your prick, of course."
Keeping his prick socked away in her mouth, she straightened so she could kick away her skirt, feeling extra sensuous with nothing on but garter belt and green net stockings that reached to her crotch, angled up the sides of her hips in a triangle.
Kitty was tempted to mount him then and fuck out her lust and hot passion on his enormous post of flesh, but she was curious how much larger she could get his cock if she continued sucking him.
When his flow of thick, sweet jizz ebbed, she asked chokingly, "Is that your first cum-time?"
"The-first-time," Skip said hazily, a hand going limply to his forehead, brushing back his touseled, sweaty sandy hair. His middle continued lurching, continuing to fuck his grotesquely swollen prick into Kitty's glutinous mouth where her tongue was swizzling madly about the giant head of his weeping prick.
Again, Kitty eased her face off his rigid joint and stared at it, calculating it was at least eight inches long and three inches thick. If she could just keep him hard, keep sucking his cock, it would gain another inch both ways.
Wouldn't that be fabulous? A fifteen-year-old kid with a nine-inch prick that was four inches through. The idea worked on her like hypnosis and she began sucking cock with a fervor that surprised even her.
His asshole was hot and fluid around her gouging finger and she could feel the inner pump action that hinted he was about to squirt a flow of jizz again.
"Uuuummm-Yuuummm-Cuummmm on," she encouraged him to unleash a fresh torrent of jizz in her mouth. She nibbled and gnawed and sucked crazily on his cock, twisting her active mouth on his trembling sex organ.
Skip obliged, a hand finding her long, red hair, fingers snatching a handful and Kitty wished his hand was clutching at her crotch, his fingers digging and scooping into her streaming fuck-orifice. To compensate, she made her masturbating hand fly in her gaping twat to propel her into her best orgasm so far in the night.
As she consumed his delectable cum, she mused on the earlier part of the day. She had known for a month that the kid next door was going to leave home. He had done it three times in the past year-always coming home in five or six days. That part made it perfect. His mother and his stern step-father wouldn't get anxious for maybe a week, maybe even longer when he didn't come home.
By that time, they might be in Texas or Southern California or 'way back East.
Yes! his asshole definitely was looser now.
"Eeeeyyyiiiaaahhh!" Skip gurgled when Kitty wormed a second finger into his rectum and began finger-fucking him industriously as she sucked and smacked her lips around his flambouyant dong that now was an angry red from her oral ministrations.
Even though he sounded as if he were protesting, he drew his feet up, spread his thighs wide to give her free going at his balls and quivering bowels.
Kitty spread her fingers inside him in a V, gently scratching the viscous walls of his butt hole, sending him into a coiling, writhing bundle of sensuality.
His cock was so huge now her jaws ached from being expanded so wide to accommodate his gigantic fuckinstrument. And his balls were enormously enlarged, so big they overflowed her hand. You got a cod like a half-grown bull, she mused, marveling at what she had created with her mouth and lips and tonsil area.
Skip's gonads seemed the size of tennis balls in her loving fingers and she caressed the smooth, hairless skin of the sac that seemed about to explode from their twin enormity.
"Gllluuuggg-ummm," Kitty crooned, wondering how it would be to take her mouth from his prick and gulp in his rubbery balls, suck them to make him cum a third time. She closed her fist on his dangling sex spangles, chomping on the head of his dick with her teeth as she clamped her hot lips behind the ridge that was swollen all out of normal proportion.
Her fingers clenched on his testicles, stemming another flow of jizz while she swallowed at his fully burgeoned cock. As she rested for a moment, she was astonished to realize she had shoved her entire hand up her snatch, felt the crinkly walls of her vagina seeming to breathe and flutter.
She extended her fingers and sobbed with ecstasy around the mouthful of cock when the ends of her fingers nudged the pulpy firmness of her cervix.
"Eeeeeiiii! Oh-fuck-goddamn!" she wailed, voice muted as she careened into an orgasm of unimagined violence. What she really needed was Skip Peterson's peter punching and pounding and pummeling her red-hot twat.
Using her arm now, she masturbated, fucking herself with all of her hand, feeling the outer lips of her pussy like a large donut collapsed around her wrist. She wasn't worried about her cunt being bent all out of shape-she had had a big dog once, had his massive, obscene knob lodged inside her, making her guts feel as if she were eight months knocked-up.
And her twat had flexed back to normal in a few hours-ready for the red, stabbing cock of the canine again-after a shot of brandy and a cup of coffee. But she would bet Skip Peterson had more prick and fuckability than that damned police dog. His cock was nearly as long and many times thicker. He would be a marvelous fucking machine-and he was all hers!
She coaxed him to cock-jizz her mouth this time, reflecting on how the situation had come about. When she was certain he was going to leave home-again-she had taken her camp trailer to this secluded nook a few miles from the ranger station. Then she had casually informed all her neighbors she was going on an extended vacation-maybe tour the country in observance of the 200th Birthday celebration. She closed her realty office for the summer and lackadaisically set about closing her house, draining the swimming pool and packing the three-quarter ton GMC with the cab-over camper. The rig that would tow the fifteen-foot travel trailer.
She had even loaned Skip fifteen dollars-he pretended he needed the money to buy some swim fins and things. All she had to do-she took a deep, inhaling tug on his vibrating cock with her mouth and lips-was determine the direction he was taking.
And lie in wait.
But first, she had an opportunity to indulge one of her most ardent and exciting dream-schemes. That evening-she knew that if word got out she would be far away and out of real suspicion-she drove into a small, wooded park on the outskirts of Kendrick.
Over the hill to her right she could see the lazy skyward swirl of smoke from the sawmill wigwam burner. And strolling toward her, for all the world as if she had planned it, was the kid she wanted. She had read so many times of men abducting young girls from parks and even off the streets, spiriting them away and having their way with them. Having their way? Fucking them, you mean, her full lips curled in lewd anticipation. You mean forcing the unblossomed females to go down on them and suck on their cocks 'til they blew a quart of jizz down their throats. You mean taking off the little girl dresses and humping tip over the lean, undeveloped bare butts and cornholing massive cocks up those dreadfully immature rectums.
Well, why wouldn't it be countless times more exciting for a woman to grab a young boy for the same carnal purpose? Lots more! Because a boy would be scared numb and it would be a real challenge, getting starch charged into that dinky dingus, get it hard enough for real sucking and fucking.
This kid would be easy to get to, she had mused thoughtfully, watching him disappear into trees beside the sizeable stream for some earlier evening fishing. All he wore was a pair of cutoff jeans and lowcut tennis shoes.
Kitty had eased out of the pickup cab and strode directly, purposely after the youngster. She stifled the urge to laugh when he looked up, his pants open, peeing, his back to the stream and the fishing rod resting on a forked stick. He blushed, made an effort to halt the piss stream so he could stuff his penis back in his pants.
"I-I-Hey!" he muttered, stammering, eyes wide as Kitty swaggered toward him. "Hey!" he repeated as she authoritatively brushed aside his hand and lifted his peter in fingers and thumb.
"Let me handle it for you," she had said, putting an arm around his shoulders, hand on his cheek, pressing his face in the wide valley of her braless tits that almost lolled out of the unbuttoned blouse.
She worked her torso back and forth until his face was inside her blouse, rubbing against the inner surfaces of her tits as she bent to him. "Suck on my hot boobies," she suggested, her hand jacking him off after he had stopped peeing. "Yahhhhh," she exclaimed triumphantly when his lips actually moved over a dark tip, opened to absorb the coarse-textured berry of her ripe nipple.
Get hard, you little son of a gun, Kitty prayed, twisting her neck so she could watch what her hand was doing while not discouraging the timid sucking of her flushed tittie-tip.
The youngster's peter was responding to her ministerings and she yearned to go down on him and suck him until his cock was swollen into a gross stem of pleasure.
Her pussy was steaming with her need to have a prick fucking into it. The boy was whimpering-he couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen-and his hips were jiggling as she jacked him off. "You have a nice little prong-cock," she murmured, her lips barely moving, forming an O as if ready to suck him in. But she knew she wouldn't bring him out properly with her hands alone. She would have to get him with her mouth and lips and tongue.
"That's really nice and fine, Honey," she said soothingly, "but I'm not getting your toy as big and hard as I want it, as I need it." She gave his shoulders a little push and wrestled him to the cool summer grass. Adroitly, she unsnapped the waist of his shorts and swept them to his feet.
"Oooohhh, gollllly," the kid quavered, lying on his back, staring google-eyed when Kitty swept her skirt around her waist and exposed her hairy snatch, thatched with profuse red, kinky hair. She giggled with delight as his eyes grew even wider when she hunkered over him, settled her oozy snatch on his face as she bent her face to his crotch and sucked up his quivering young cock. She had no idea how long she sucked his prick, her gaping cooz shutting off his sighs and sobs. But soon he began licking her long, deep, red rut and his prick grew into what would be the pride of most men.
Slowly, her mouth retreated from his prick and her hand clasped it, jacking him off. She lifted his tensed balls and sucked them into her mouth, gobbling and slurping them. He squalled unintelligibly in her twat and more life sprang into his shaft of virgin flesh. After a time, she let his balls plop from her lips and she lifted her bottom from his wheezing mouth. She shifted position and lowered her bared crotch onto his long, tapering spindle of sex-meat. In spite of the relatively loose fit, Kitty crooned with pleasure. Then her sphincters went to work, shrinking around his throbbing spike.
He sobbed loudly when she began fucking him, rising and lowering rhythmically on his young cunt stinger. She placed a hand firmly, yet gently over his open mouth, saying: "Hush, now, and let me fuck you. Have you ever cum? You know, played with your fine little pecker and made it gush sticky cream?"
His head bobbed from side to side under her hand and his eyes dwelled wonderingly on hers. "That's okay-you'll have the best time, your prick dipping into my hot pussy, you've ever had in your life."
Even if he couldn't jizz her torrid snatch, he would have a dry cum and the fluctuations of his peter would be about as pleasurable. Each time she sank her long, deep gash down on his prick, she rubbed it back and forth, rutting her distended clit on his hairless pelvic bone to increase her sexual agitation.
A snapping began deep in her pussy as a delectable bombardment began its litany of lustful enchantment. "Aaaawwwkkk, Jeeeesus," Kitty prayed, her voice sobbing as she rejoiced in the heavenly boom-booms as she bobbed and weaved her pussy on the weeping kid's cock.
Even as she set to top-ride-fucking him as fast as she could, his prick began throbbing and dry-spasming deep in her smoking hole. Kitty bunched her skirt up under her armpits so she could stare down at the long, slender spire of fun-flesh her twat was gobbling. She didn't know whether his cock had increased in size or her snatch had just shaped snuggly around it. Anyway, it was a very snug, firm fit of prick and pussy.
"Oooooohhhh, I love fuckin'," she gasped cumming hard as hell.
CHAPTER TWO
Awkwardly, keeping Skip's cock buried in her mouth, she finished stripping. "You ever fucked a gal before?" she mumbled, knowing that he hadn't. "Wellll, you're in for the hardest, longest fuck-session you've ever even dreamed about."
She shifted slightly so she could rub her hot tits on his belly as she continued giving him a blow-job. Her finger glided slickly and smoothly as she reamed out his asshole with determined, relentless fuck-motions.
"Know what I did a few hours before you came hitchhiking by?" she panted, pausing to rest a minute, remembering how she had stumbled weakly from the stream to her pickup, leaving the young kid naked and crying on the grass, his peter still swollen and red. "I sucked and fucked a really young boy."
Kitty didn't know why, but it always gave her a jolly-jolt to talk about other sexy doings with the male she was blowing or fucking at the time.
She let her tongue slither tormentingly along the pulsating barrel of Skip's prick, almost giggling as she speculated on how ridiculous she would look if her jaws locked in the lewd gape of having a big cock wedged into her mouth.
Kitty stopped sucking his cock for a bit, holding it upright in both hands. "How does it feel to you-your cock? How do you like having it sucked good?"
"It feels kind of hurting," Skip answered, a tone of awe in his tight voice. "I don't know. It-it feels so good it almost hurts. And it feels so awful big." He raised his head and squinted in the dim light.
Kitty tossed the long, heavy tresses of red hair over a bare shoulder and laughed exuberantly. "You know it, Skip! Your cock is eeeenormous! I got you up and hard and thick and long. You're hung with a tremendous dick, kid."
To emphasize her love for his prick, she bent over him. "Keep your head up and watch me lick and suck your cock," she suggested, licking her tongue along the side, bent it so she could lick the underside and the opposite side, then down the top with its heavy cord-like blood vein.
"Aaaaggghhhh! God! Jesus!" Skip sputtered as she licked the glowing head that pulsated heat. His lean ass lurched and bucked as she curled her tongue around the thick glans and rolled the knob into her rampant, rapacious mouth where she wallowed it from cheek to cheek while she sucked on it with ravenous gluttony.
"You think having your cock sucked is heavenly, just wait 'til I sit on it and fuck the thick, sweet cum out of it," Kitty beamed at his stark, staring eyes as she forced her face down on him, taking inch by inch of prick into her throat. "You will truly love fucking and being fucked."
"You got a dandy peter," Kitty breathed, mouthfucking the writhing juvenile and pressing her feverish, tumescent tits against his belly. "I fear your cock isn't going to get any bigger-it's fantastic nowand I need a good pussy-punching."
She slurped her saliva and the trickle of his juice, wobbled his cock around in the slowly chilling mountain air with her hand pressed at the root of his immense stump of sex-meat. "God, yesssss, I need a hot, deep fucking."
She crawled over him. "Just lie there on your back, relax and enjoy it-except when I get started and need you to fuck your prick up into my pussy."
The thick outer lips of her snatch latched onto the monster knob on the end of his column of flesh and Kitty shook her ass around and about, getting it positioned at the entry between her long, satiny thighs. "Ugh!" she groaned, forcing her spread bottom down, feeling the delicious stretching and denting of her fluttering hole. "Ohhhh, Damn right! Your cock is huge and will fill my twat to the brim."
She steadied his grotesquely swollen member with the fingers and thumb of one hand as she steadily forced his penetration. His cock completely corked her channel, still she sank her crotch down, making his prick gouge deep into her body. Kitty paused a moment, sweating in the cooling air, panting heavily. She looked down at the reddened, thick-skinned swollen cock that was slowly vanishing in that profuse bush of red cunt hair.
"Your cock is so fuckin' big it's pullin' the inner lips of my gash inside my cunny," Kitty wheezed, her free hand feeling in her wide crack, checking the abnormal bulge of his asshole. "I think," she laughed softly, "I'll wait a day or two for your prick to shrink a little before I go for some heavy cornholing."
She arched her sleek back as her buttocks sank onto the kid's trembling thighs and she had the entire length and girth of his cock immersed in her spasming pussy. "God, I wish we could fuck all night. Anyway, I'm glad I hooked onto the trailer as soon as we got here so we can just get in the pickup and wheel out of here at first light."
Kitty winked at the kid's pinched, flushed face and began fucking up and down on his fully burgeoned prick. Her outward, downward sloping breasts, perfect cones with their dark circular patches with the pink-tinged nipples joggled and jiggled, rolling from side to side, too, as she top-rode the abnormally swollen prick her snatch was sizzling on.
"Goddamn! Don't you love fucking, Skip?" she panted at the boy under her, one hand caressing the creamy crowns of her tits while the fingers of the other compressed her copious pussy mesh so she could watch his reddened prick glide up into her, out of sight, then re-emerge until only the plump bulb remained locked in her cunny.
She was building toward it rapidly, but the orgiastic blast almost toppled her off the kid's prick and she leaned forward to put her hands on his bony shoulders while she rutted her ass back and forth, goring his cock around inside, levering the knob against her cervix and stretching the walls.
"Uh-uh-uuuuhhhhmmmm," Kitty wailed, her body trembling under the violence and sapping effects of her cunt-busting climax. "Oooohhh, how I love having a wonderful cock fucking up a storm in my snatch."
In a couple of minutes, the enthralling spasms passed and she got her breath and resumed her rhythmic fucking, again staring with deep fascination at the massive barrel of his prick socking in and out of her hot twat.
She caressed his bony chest and nodded approval when he raised his hands. "Yesssss! Go ahead and feel 'em-love my titties."
"Can I touch your tits?" the boy asked.
Skip's hands were cool and timid as the fingers shaped the conical globes of firm flesh. "Go ahead and love 'em," Kitty laughes, "you ain't gonna break my jugs by squeezing them a little and pinching the nips."
As his confidence grew, she fucked away on his cock, burrowing it up deep between her cramped and outwardly stretched thighs. "That's the way to love a gal's boobies," she praised him. "Do you think you can maul and caress my tits and at the same time start hunching your hips so you are fucking me back, driving your marvelous, beautiful prick up into my hot, cock-lovin' cunny?"
"AAARRRGGGHHHHH!" Skip squalled suddenly, up-fucking his ass, pistoning his prick into her plunging cunt as fast as he could, his cum-gun firing-bangbang-bang-into her suctioning pussy depths.
"Oooohhh, God, you're doing it, Honey," Kitty chirped. "You're thudding the cock to my cunt and jizzing my insides real good with a gorgeous stream of love-juice. Just keep fucking it to me and don't stop squirting cum into me for hours and hours!"
"Yes, ma'am," the boy said. "I'll do what you say."
For a time there was only the sounds of meat slogging into wet meat, their rasping, painful breathing as their passions leveled off, then mounted. "Another wonderful thing," Kitty slurred, breathing heavily, "Is sleeping together, two naked bodies curled up against each other."
"I never slept with anyone before," the boy con fessed.
She knew she could continue screwing her pussy on the boy's bloated cock for a long time, but she wanted to leave the area early in the rapidly approaching morning. She settled her ass to him, her cunt churning on his massive column of flesh. "But, in the night, if you wake up and have the urge, you just go ahead and climb on me and start fucking. I think that is a wonderful way to be awakened-a nice, handsome cock drilling my tight pussy."
It was five-thirty when Kitty awoke, quietly dressed-just a bra, half-slip and plain cotton dress. She roused Skip and urged him sleepily from the trailer into the chill mountain air. "Hold onto your clothes," she said tenderly, guiding him, stopping him and holding his ludicrously bloated peter. "Now, have a nice pee and I'll hold your pretty prick," she kissed the side of his head in the dark. And she couldn't resist jacking him off, even after his stream started.
"Please ... don't," he started to say. And then was quiet enjoying her hot, moving fingers.
She opened the camper door and patted his naked bottom. "You curl up in the bunk in here and have a nice sleep-and dream of putting your cock in me or sucking my pussy or about me going down on you," she crooned as he crawled into the rig.
In the dark, the boy floundered over his suitcase and said, "Goddamned," in a hushed, awed voice like he was dreaming and afraid to wake up.
She changed plans, doubled back through Grangeville, glided down the new Whitebird Hill and hummed along toward Riggins where she found a relatively isolated camping area about noon. Then, leaving the pickup hitched to the trailer, she went back to the camper with hot eagerness glowing like a live campfire between her long legs.
"Hi," she smiled slipping into the camper, peering at Skip who lay huddled under a blanket on the cab-over bed. She noted the bundle of his clothes on the floor. "Uuuummmhmmmmm-my naked lover, huh?"
Standing at the bed which brushed her tit-high, she studied his pale face in the shadowy light. "You look scared or regretful." She made the statement a halfquestion by the tone in her voice. "Now, you aren't scared of me, are you? And didn't you enjoy what we did? Sure, you did."
"Nnnooo...." the boy said hesitantly.
She shuffled a hand under the rumpled blanket, felt him wince as her cool hand brushed his thigh. "Ah-ahah-ahhhhh," he whined as she found his massive lump of hot meat, her fingers stroking it. And it responded instantly, twitching and stiffening.
"Pleeeaaassseee?" he whimpered, eyes blinking.
"Please what?" Kitty purred, her fingers curling tightly around his lengthy stump of meat.
"Pleeeaaassseee-dooooon't?" he whined.
"Shiiioooot," she corrected. "Flop over this way, Skip." And she tugged on his tender flesh. She used both forearms to lift the blanket and swept her head under. "Uuuummm, your cock smells warm and tasty," she moaned, finding the head that seemed sort of dwarfed because the shaft of his prick was swollen to such proportions from her sucking and fucking him a few hours before.
Initially, Skip lay whimpering on his side, legs drawn up, knees impairing Kitty's full access to his growing cock. Gradually, his legs straightened out and he arched his pelvis to her, thrusting his hardening cock into her sucking, gulping mouth. As she sucked in more and more of his burgeoning prick, he began rocking back and forth, actually fucking her mouth in clumsy, but effective punches.
"That's the way to go," Kitty whispered harshly, bracing herself so the knob of his prick ground against the roof of her mouth, then slid into the curve of her throat. "Oooohhh, I love having such a big cock to suck and fuck my face."
She pushed a hand between his legs, keeping her wrist against his bag of goodies and pressed her palm to his twitching ass, helping him rock-sock his cock into her guzzling mouth. His sex tool was so expanded, her tongue was depressed and she could hardly swizzle it along his plunging prick.
The early summer sun beat down on the insulated camper, but it remained cool-except for the sexually roistering pair who was starting to perspire as their lust blossomed.
Kitty was acutely aware of sweat trickiling down the inner planes of her trembling thighs, of a hot, wet, sticky glazing of her bulging cuntal lips as wanton flames leaped and danced deep in her hungry womb.
I'm gonna teach him to eat pussy, she vowed, finding it hard to draw a deep breath each time he hunched his cock into her narrow contracting gullet. It shouldn't be difficult, initiating him into the art of tonguing cunt; the kid at the river bank took to it quickly. And, Oooohhh, how she loved the delicious sensations a cunt-swizzling tongue created deep in her glory-loving vag!
"It feels toooo goooood," Skip whined, but he fucked her mouth with even greater fervor, thudding and pounding his prick down her gulping throat.
The taut tips of her opulent titties were like live coals and, vicariously, her pussy began to pop and drum, snapping delectably as she welled into a pleasurable, enchanting orgasm-just from sucking on his mammoth cock!
Ooooohhh, she thought tremulously, it was going to be an exciting summer, having a hot young kid to travel with. And she had enough money-there would be no hotels or motels-not with the camper and trailer. They could stop whenever and wherever they wanted and tear off a piece?
She just wished there was a way Skip could fuck her while she drove. One thing, though, if he drove, she could suck him off whenever she had the urge to dine on raw fuck-meat!
Her snatch began to boom-boom and she knew she would be able to pass up having it fucked 'til they found a place to camp and spend the rest of the afternoon and the night. She knew that place along the Salmon River with that big, deep quiet pool where they could fish and swim nude and roll around naked in the sun, fuck and suck and she might even let him try cornholing her butt while his cock was still swollen out of shape.
And she knew what she would do about Skip in about a week. She would drop his mother a postal card and tell her "guess what, I bumped into your wayward son and have taken him under my wings!" She grinned as best she could on a mouth crammed full of plunging prick. What if she told Skip's mother she had also taken him under her blankets and took him under her naked ass and greedy sex-gash?
She sensed the kid was racing toward copulation and she held steady as he clambered onto his knees, grabbed her ears and began fucking her furiously in the gulping mouth. Obediently, she adjusted her pace to his and fucked her mouth to his rampaging cock as he shoved it down her throat.
His prick exploded like a fiery bomb and she swallowed frantically to keep from drowning in his massive flood of thick, creamy jizz. She rubbed her nose against his sparsely haired groin, her arms hugging around his lean, bare ass as he tried to fuck all he had into her face-even his balls, she thought jubilantly, sucking cock with wanton fervor.
As she gobbled his thick, long cock, and spurting cum, she thought she would tell Skip's mother not to worry, she would take good care of him. Damned good, fucking, cock-sucking care!
CHAPTER THREE
At first Skip seemed withdrawn and embarrassed riding in the cab, naked, beside Kitty as she drove the narrow, almost forbidding road to the Salmon river. But he relaxed slowly and leaned back in the seat, opening his legs, letting her play with his swollen peter and balls when both hands were not demanded on the steering wheel.
"Unbutton my dress and feel and play with my titties," Kitty urged, clinging to his sexy bole of flesh. "And get my dress tail up to my waist so you can finger-diddle my pussy. I like finger-fucking."
As soon as he experimentally got a finger in her hot, wet, pink gash, found her steaming fuck-hole, she grinned at him, giving his cock some rough, playful jackoff tugs. "Know what we're gonna do? God! you have an enormous prick! I'm gonna let you try, and see if I can take it in the back. You know, cornhole me in the butt, Skip. Maybe you can; maybe you can't-your prick is so huge. But you can try fucking my asshole."
"Can, can I?" The boy was still shocked by the nearness of it.
She winked at him when he blushed and she patted his cheek lovingly. "Yep, fuck Kitty in the hot, itching butt hole!"
She stole a quick look at Skip's face as she nosed the pickup into the shade created by a thick cluster of tall trees. He looks a little peaked, she thought, and so sweet and cute with the sprinkling of freckles across his nose and cheekbones. "You hungry?" she whispered, fingers goading his cock to full erection. "You look kind of thin in the face." She smoothed the sandy hair down over his forehead as she continued jacking him off.
"Sure, you're hungry," she laughed, prancing out of the pickup, stripping off her dress and the unhooked bra, striding to the camper to fix some sandwiches. "You just stroll around and admire the place; find a grassy place for us to lay together and fuck," she suggested.
He made no mention of clothes and Kitty admired his nakedness as he sauntered up and down the river bank, his swollen cock wobbling so delectably and enticingly in the brilliant sunlight.
As they finished eating, sitting naked across from each other at the tiny table, Skip said timidly, "My mother will be worried about me."
Kitty smiled at him, scooted down so her prominent breasts sprawled on the table, "I thought about that. I'll drop her a card and explain you're okay. Right? Sure! And we'll spend the summer traveling and I'll eat your cock and let you screw me whenever you want and I want and I'll teach you how to suck-lick my pussy. We'll have a sexy ball!"
She toed off a sandal and put her bare foot in his crotch. Skip spread his knees so she could play with his balls and puffed-up cock. "Uuuuummmmm, I love your prick, Skip," Kitty smiled winking as his face flushed with pleasure and appreciation.
"You know what you said earlier," he began timidly, "well, I think I found the kind of place you suggested."
"What?" she asked in a detached tone, concentrating on how his genitals felt to her toes. "Say straight out what you mean."
"You said find a place-grassy-like and such," he mumbled uncertainly.
"What? Why?" she asked dully, but her senses were sharpening. "For what?"
He groaned and his body shuddered as she continued goading his stiffening prick with her teasing toes. "You said find that kind of place and you wanted me to-you know; you remember."
"Say what you mean," she said huskily, a tenderness in her for the tongue-tied youngster. "Oh," she said brightly, tossing her long red hair with a flip of her head, "well say it, Skip. When you want me for some fucking or whatever, just say it or come and climb on me.
He swallowed with embarrassment. "You said," he began with forced bravery, "for me to find a nice place and you wanted me to try to-" he fumbled for the word "-cornhole you in the-butt," he finished with a rush, voice a mere whisper.
"'Oh! Sure! I remember. Well, okay. And you want to try me now," she smiled. "Well, you're the boss." She took her foot down, fumbled it back into the sandal and stood, folding her arms across her body to cradle her sloping, opulent breasts. "Well, come on and show me and give a try at screwing me in the ass."
She led the way, naked, from the camper. When he hopped down, she seized his dangling, wobbly hard-on, clinging to it as she strolled along, letting him find the way into a grassy glen among the massive trees. "Yes, this is a nice place." She nodded. They stood for a moment, she waiting for him to take the lead. "Well, how do you want me? I think if I get down on my front, you know, up on my hands and knees, you can climb on me and get me from behind."
"Yes," the boy said. "I'd like to try that."
Still holding his fantastically thick cock, she sank to the ground and presented her curvy posterior to him.
Looking back over her bare shoulder, she said poutily, "come on, get on my behind and let me set your cock for you. First, I think I should get it wet and slick." And she turned to him, took his long, fat cock in her mouth and swabbed it good with spit. "Now!" she said with unconcealed eagerness.
She set the rubbery knob of his prick against her anus, forced her muscles to sort of push out to relax her sphincters so she could take him-if his monstrous cock would go up her ass. "You're going to have to take it slow and easy and careful," she panted, holding his thick tool at the base.
She nibbled her lower lip as he pressed tentatively at her back entry. "It isn't going, Skip," she gasped, her insides roiling and churning. "And you're going to have to push your cock harder, it isn't going to go in me if you don't. Give it a good try, steady pressure-increasing it until we find out whether I can take your cornholing or not."
Kitty shivered as he put his hands on her hips, pressing them into her soft, silky flanks. Dazzling lights danced behind her eyes as she lowered her head and stared back between her dangling boobies and he began forcing his prick up her butt hole.
"Ooohhh," Skip groaned from the effort.
Her instincts were to slouch away from him, but he held her up as he hunched gently, poking the head of his cock at her anal dimple.
"Godddddd," she gasped as needles of minute pain darted upward into her convulsing bowels. She could feel her anus being pushed inward. The tip of his cock seemed as hot as fire as it snuckled into the raw pinkness of her anus.
"I think the head is about to go," she wheezed, feeling mesmerized by the sight of his balls dangling below the swollen pouch of her hot pussy. "Give me a couple of good, hard hunches with your big cock-enough to give me the head, anyway."
The bluntish head of his prick seemed to explode into her tight asshole and Kitty squalled with surprise and dismay, "Aaawwwwwwkkkkkk!" Her rectum recoiled, trying to expel the orb of flesh that was violating it.
Kitty's back bowed upward and she tried to shrink her rounded, exposed bottom away from him. But lust was working in the youth now and he held her in strong hands.
"Your-hole-is so hot," he grunted, the words coming in a lustful growl.
Kitty took her hand from the root of his massive stump and she tangled her fingers in her touseled hair. Her green eyes shimmered a veil of tears that spilled blindingly. She wanted him to quit; and she wanted him to continue. And she wondered hazily whether he would, even if she asked him to.
There was a sensation of terrible stretching in the splayed crack between the smooth, white cheeks of her cringing butt. "Give it some more-me some more!" I'll be astonished if he can force his gigantic cock into me, she mused, forcing her guts to relax, bracing herself for his charge. She gritted her teeth, bit her lower lip as the boy applied more and more pressure against his quivering phallus. "Moooooore," she grunted, sweat springing out of her forehead as she tried to see what progress his cock was making. But it was hidden from her, but she could certainly feel it!
It seemed as big around as her upper. Arm. "Uh-uhuhhhhhh!" she gasped, feeling a give, an invasion of her reluctant asshole by his immense cock-monster. She felt that the pinch-string of her anus was being forced inside her. But his cock was starting to go. A darned good thing she had swabbed it good with spit!
Her guts rumbled and growled as Skip pried and levered more and more of his grotesquely swollen prick into her butt. And as his passion heightened, his cock expanded to an even greater proportion. He was achieving a fantastic hard-on and he was fascinated, looking down the vale between her white hillocks at his cock slowly vanishing into her slender body.
He puffed and grunted, his hips bucking as he force-fucked his cock into her roiling innards.
"Little fuck-strokes," Kitty suggested, breathing heavily. "You know, little in and out punches to get my asshole used to your huge prick."
He began pumping at her as she suggested and her butt hole seemed to relax and he was punching more and more of his extremely fat cock into her bowels.
"It's going-gooooood-nnnnnooooowwwww," she sort of stuttered and stammered, that heat now very intense in her rectum. "I think I'll be able to take your cornholing after all." And what if she couldn't? The way he was romping at her with his cock, she was certain he would make her take his ruthless, fucking prick!
"Whhhhooooeeeee!" she gushed. Each hump of his lean ass now drove another inch of prick into her distorted asshole. Yes! she was taking him! He was starting to really fuck his cock up her ass now!
Her back bowed upward again as he hunched almost brutally, so lustily, his heavy young balls swung up and slapped against her wet, gasping pussy-gash, smacking against her well-carpeted love mound.
Her highly sensitive buttocks felt the tickling brush of his sparse male hair and she knew he was almost there, had most of his prick drilled into her bowels. "Give me a hard fuck-lunge and make me take all the rest of your cock," she breathed, her passion churning all through her.
"Ugggghhhhhh! God!" she panted as he slammed his cock to her and she was glad this part was over. After all, the most difficult part of being cornholed was taking a cock in the ass, getting it sunk all the way to the guy's balls. And I have it all, she rejoiced, gasping for breath.
"Let your cock soak in me for a little bit before you start fuck-cornholing me," she pleaded, tone cajoling. His fingers dug into her pliant flesh and he reset his knees. Even the jostling of his body wormed his cock around, reaming out her tight, cringing butt hole.
"Now," she whispered, rolling her ass back and forth on his gorging prick. "Start fucking me, Skip."
His strokes were clumsy and inept at first, but he quickly learned and began cornholing her viscous rectum with short strokes, then longer ones until he was pulling his cock all out of her, except for the tingling bulb on the end, then slamming-banging it back into her wretching guts.
The meaty slock-slock-slock of his cock hammering into her ass was like drum music, a symphony of lascivious lust and passion. "I love it," she whispered hoarsely, hunching her rear end back as he punched his cock into her convulsing asshole.
Slowly, Kitty let her head slump onto her folded forearms and concentrated on the ecstasy of having her asshole fucked and fucked and fucked by the grunting, huffing kid's massive prick. "Just pour the prick to me as hard and deep as you can, honey," she whimpered, thrusting with her body to capture the entire dimension of his plundering prick. "Oooohhh, dammmmmn, thud the cock to me," she pleaded, tone shrill and obsessed with wantonness. "Oooooohhh, by damn, fuck and cornhole me into fuck-heaven," she whined, her tittie tips fully distended and feeling rapturous as they were tickled by the dry grass.
"Being cornholed is wonderful, once my asshole gets used to having such a big, lovely-love cock in it," Kitty sighed.
Skip was panting in loud gusts of breath as he gripped her narrow waist and slam-banged the cock up her, deep into her vacillating guts. The knob seemed on fire in the cauldron of her bowels as he punched and wham slammed his monstrous prick in and out of her.
"You gonna cum in me pretty soon?" Kitty whispered, wanting him to jizz her insides, but wanting him to continue cornholing her for a long, long time. "When you do shoot your jizz in me, do you think you can keep on fucking? Not stop, just keep drilling your prick into my poor, sex-starved butt hole.
But Kitty couldn't stand the continual fucking herself. She exploded into a mighty rectal orgasm that ignited a cum in her convulsing cunny. Her sphincters pinched so lovingly around Skip's plunging cock that his gun went off, showering her bowels with searing, scalding jizz.
"I'm cumming," he moaned. "Do you feel it? I'm cumming."
With each jolt of squirting cum, Kitty started collapsing. And Skip stayed with her, following her to the ground, still fucking away, sawing his cock in and out of her ass until they were stretched out flat on the grass, his prick spewing madly, plastering her rectum with love-juice.
"Aaaaaahhhhh, Jesus," Kitty sighed in a weeping voice, reveling in the enchantment of cumming and cumming and cumming. "Just keep your prick spouting jizz and I'll faint from sheer fucking joy," she added plaintively.
Yes, they would spend the night here in the camper and go back to where she had left the trailer in the morning. God, his cock felt wonderful, throbbing in her tight, clenching asshole.
Kitty set a heavy-duty fishing rod downstream, turned to the interest Skip and patted his husky genitals. "We can go in the water and swim a little and cool off; and I sure need to cool off, as hot as you made my buttie hole when you gave me that fabulous cornholing."
After swimming for some fifteen minutes, they climbed out of the cool deep water and sprawled on the grass in the sun. "Will my-dingus go back to normal?" Skip asked, faint concern in his voice as he fondled and examined his bloated penis.
"Oh, sure, when I-we-are ready for it to, Honey," she laughed, rolling toward him and taking his cock in her left hand, gently flogging it to full erection. "Such a big, lovely young prick. So fuckin' potent. I just love it, Skip."
Her pleasure with playing with him gave him uncustomary boldness and he rose onto his knees. "Well, eat-suck it," he said.
She scowled at him. "You don't mean it-so soon after fucking me in the ass and unloading your hot jizz. You don't mean it."
Skip smoothed his sandy hair wetly over his forehead. "I do," he said. "Suck my cock for me-even if I don't cum. I want you to suck on my prick."
Kitty shrugged slightly, shuffled toward him on her elbows. "Well, all right. You're the boss-and that's the way I want you to be this summer. When you want my pussy or my asshole or my mouth on your nice cock, you just say so.
"Yes, do whatever you want," she said as he took her chin in a hand and aimed his prick at her face with the other. She opened her mouth wide until her jaws creaked, took a deep breath as he rambunctiously fucked his cock far in, the head hitting the curve of her throat and sliding all the way in.
"Uuuummmmm," she gurgled, braced on her elbows, stretched out straight before him. He put his hands on the sides of her head and began fucking away at her sucking mouth. He's going to be dandy, she thought. Hike a kid that can be demanding, too, as well as be dominated.
When he paused a minute to rest, Kitty backed off his prick to just suck on the hot, pulsing knob. "I'm getting kind of tired; my jaws ache," she ventured.
"Keep sucking," Skip said, again fucking his prick down her throat in long, rapid strokes. "Just suck my cock and let me fuck your mouth," he gasped.
Kitty could feel a burgeoning along the shaft and knew he was either going to unload a fresh supply of jizz in her face, or he was about to have a dry cum. Well, she was ready. And she took up his hot, hard balls in both hands and began milking them to add to his pleasure and make him cum hard.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was far in the night and they were together in the camper bunk. Kitty awakened quickly, as soon as Skip turned toward her and put his hand on her belly, pushed her onto her back. "What do you want, Skip honey?"
"I want it," he whispered urgently.
Kitty groped for his groin and her fingers closed on his immense, rigid prick. "Yes, I guess you do. Well, okay. Crawl up over me and get between my legs. We'll fuck with you on top, belly to belly."
The pickup rocked slightly as they shifted into position. "Wait a second and let me put your prick in my pussy; then you and I will have us a dark-of-the-night fuck-romp."
His avid cock-thrusting at her caused her to grunt as he popped the head of his prick inside her vagina, stretching the inner and outer lips of her vulva out of shape. "God, your prick is big tonight, Honey. Go ahead slowly and shove it in me."
She winced as he hunched demandingly, driving into her, far and deep with harsh lungings. "It's going; fuck it to me, Baby."
Kitty Marman, the tall redhead said to herself as she drew her knees far up and spread her thighs wide, you have bitten off one helluva summer. This kid, when he gets his confidence, may just fuck you senseless. She frowned in the dark as she embraced his shoulders, rocking her bottom up to his punching prick. She wondered whether she would be able to exercise any control over him.
Her pussy now was wetly snuckling his pumping prick as he set to thudding it to her with long, rapid strokes, his heavy, stony balls bounding rhythmically against her still hot, tortured asshole.
As the British or somebody might say, he's a randy young stud, Kitty mused, curling a calf of one leg over his humping buttocks as he drove his cock into her, the fat knob scraping delectably against her cervix each time he rammed his cock home.
"Give it to me, Honey, and make me cum and you cum and we'll have our first, conventional screw," she breathed into his hair. Her plump, firm tits were coming alive as the rutting youngster rutted over her, his chest rubbing the fabulous globes of woman-flesh. "Oh, God, fuck me, Skip Petersen!"
She drew her other foot up, the heel touching the pulpy cheek of her ass and she hurled her snatch at his plundering prick. "Yes! Give it to me! Shove-ram-bang your cock up my twat-I'm gonna cuuuum, Honey!"
He snorted and rutted furiously as he reamed out her snatch with his huge sex-instrument. His balls were soppy from their joint secretion and her crack was wet and hot and sticky. He may be just a kid, Kitty thought dreamily, but he sure knows how to fuck a gal. She smiled as she thought how wonderful it would be if she could watch herself getting screwed. Yes, it would be exciting, watching the rambunctious kid fuckinganyone! That's an idea, she pouted, the thought rousing her passion again and she fucked him back furiously.
"Aaaarrrggghhhhh! Oh, Jesus Christ! I'm cummmming hard!" Kitty squalled in the opaque darkness of the camper as Skip increased his efforts, goaded on by her orgasm and plantive screams. "Pour the prick to me! NOOOOO! I mean shaft in all the way and let my pussy churn and cum on your big fuckin' tool!"
For several plunges he ignored her, then with a violent snort, he crammed his cock to the balls in her hairy trough and his prick began blasting away, the massive knob buried in her trembling twat.
As their joint orgasm ebbed, Kitty wondered whether this was an appropriate time to coax the kid into going down on her and eating out her jizz-primed pussy. It would be heavenly, a fitting climax to her climax if she could get his face between her thighs, his tongue scooping out his own cum.
She cradled him lovingly in her arms, holding his chest against her throbbing boobies, rocking from side to side with him as his cock soaked in her, the flow of jizz ebbing in her vacuuming pussy.
She waited, alertly, for him to want out of her fleshy saddle. When he eased back, she said coaxingly, "Skip, why don't you turn around on top of me and I'll suck off your cock-and I'd like for you to use your fingers and open up my gash and kiss and lick and suck my hot pussy. Will you do that for me, Honey?"
Without a word, he squirreled around under the covers and she immediately gobbled in his sticky, swollen prick and used a hand to compel his face into her hair-fringed trench.
He looped his arms around her long, tapering thighs and his fingers dug at her tender, pink slash, spreading apart the outer lips and exposing the inner petals.
"Suck my pussy good and stick your tongue in it," Kitty begged, taking the head of his cock past her tonsil area, her tongue working.
A pang of enthrallment danced through her loins and her asshole clenched, bottom jerked as Skip dipped his tongue into her oozing fuckhole where his pecker had been pumping a few moments earlier. His sucking became noisy slurpings, thrilling Kitty and she smacked her lips just as loudly, lewdly around his tasty cock-meat.
As her orgasm developed, her feet rose until her legs were Veed straight up in the air, lifting the covers and she could smell the sweet, warm fragrance of sex-hot pussy that had been thoroughly cock-poked. This, and the savory taste of prick roused her to a kind of madness and she wished she could think of all the depraved, lecherous ways there were in the world to make love.
In an enchanting daze, she wished she had a strap-on dildo from the camp trailer. She didn't know just how she would employ it-maybe harness it on and use it to cornhole the boy who was loudly snuckling out her red-hot cunt.
After breakfast the next morning, while Skip hunkered with the fishing rod at the water's edge, Kitty did up the dishes and secured things in the camper. Then, with nervous fingers, she dressed, took his pants to him.
She peeked over his shoulder and watched, with satisfaction and erotic humor, as he examined his abnormally puffy prick. "Here," she said, dropping his pants beside him.
"You got dressed," Skip said, as if astonished that she wasn't naked, having grown accustomed to seeing the tall, shapely redhead prancing about naked.
"Oh, not really, truly," Kitty grinned, pink tongue flicking over ruby lips. And she unbuttoned the shirt to reveal herself in tight hot-pants and a transparent breast harness. The nipples of her luxuious titties protruded tantalizingly through holes in the net-like cups, holes the size of a coffee cup. She spread her feet wide, arched her crotch to his eyes and the straddle opened wide, letting the thick outer lips of her pussy protrude, along with rich tufts of curly red hair. "See, you can fuck me or eat my pussy and I won't even have to strip for you. All the shirt is for is when we go through a town or go in a restaurant. You wouldn't want other people to see the pussy you get to fuck whenever you want to, would you?"
He puckered his lips, considering. "Maybe it would be neat-to watch some guy do it to a woman."
"Me?" Kitty turned a finger on herself. "You would like to watch some guy fuck his cock in me?"
"Maybe," Skip said, not sure, but open-minded.
"Well, stud-smarty, I just might consider that and let you find someone to stick it to me-and you could watch. How would you like it if I line up some gal for you to diddle and I watch you haul her ashes?"
Skip grinned, began reeling in the line. He shrugged, picked up his pants and carried them to the pickup cab, climbed in, still naked. Kitty stowed the fishing rod and got in with him. "I'd give that a try," Skip said. "Both of them." As soon as she turned the rig around, he scooted next to her, searched a finger into her slot and began finger-fucking her. "Come on, jack me off, Kitty."
"I'd love to, Darling," she chirped, getting a hand on his fat wad of flesh, flogging his flagpole with fervent energy. "When we get to the trailer, if there's no one around, how about giving me some more fucking?"
It was a Friday afternoon two days later, after Kitty and Skip had inched the trailer from the forest and headed south, gassing up at Riggins and driving into McCall.
She parked the trailer behind a sprawling ranchtype cabin, drab by design to blend into the tall pines. The man's shirt, with the long, flapping tails, gave the appearance of being next to naked, covering the obscene net bra and the hot pants with the crotch cut.
"I want you to stay in the trailer, Dear, for now," Kitty said, getting out. "The woman who lives here is a friend of mine; I sold her this place when I was working real estate a few years ago. Yes, you stay back in the trailer."
Skip nodded, putting on his pants as he watched her stride to the back door of the house with the split shake roof and steep gables. He waited as she talked with someone he could see only vaguely through the partly open screen door on the back porch. It appeared to be a girl in a swimsuit, a very skimpy swimsuit.
When Kitty strode back, Skip could tell she was irritated. "She isn't here. That is her granddaughter. I know Berniece won't mind if we leave the trailer here. Will you help me unhitch. Stephanie-Steve, Berniece calls her-said she's at Shore Lodge. I'll go look her up and see if she wants to come home."
After the trailer was parted from the pickup, Kitty glanced toward the house, then around to ascertain they were unobserved. She kissed Skip wetly, stealing a lewd feel of his peter. "Yes, please stay in the trailer and don't go near that young piece of tail in the house. And I don't want you to let her in, if she should venture out here, out of female curiosity. I won't be long, you hot young fucker."
She found Berniece in the lounge, a diminutive silver-haired lady in a loose-fitting sunsuit perched in a richly upholstered swivel chair at the bar.
Kitty slipped into the chair beside the middle-aged woman after chirrupy female greetings. "You're positively obscene and lewd to boot," Kitty whispered, leaning toward her friend and gawking down the gaping bodice of the sunsuit, seeing the perfectly coiffed and well-manicured older woman wore no brassiere and her breasts, long, slender handles-like were for the seeing by anyone who might stand over her and utilize the opportunity to peek.
"Tell me, Kitty-dear, are you by chance naked under that ghastly shirt?" Berniece grinned, eyes wide and gleaming with humor.
"You're not exactly a picture of demureness," Kitty retorted, her eyes pointing to Berniece's well-preserved bosom. "You're so imamculate, your hair piled perfectly like that, so neatly rouged-and wearing the togs of a slut."
"Hah!" Berniece snorted softly under her breath after both had received drinks. "I didn't know you were on your way here or through here or whatever."
Kitty shrugged, tasting her drink. "Just roaming. My husband and I," she said, surprised at herself for announcing she was married.
"I got me a real young one," Kitty said, growing more brazen as she elaborated on her fib. She leaned conspiratorially toward the fragile-appearing woman who was no taller than Skip's five feet. "He's only fifteen years old," she smirked.
Kitty was mildly astonished by Berniece Kramer's reaction. She withdrew into herself, seeming to recoil, almost physically. "You can't mean that, Kit. My God, a mere child!"
Kitty chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip. She almost wished she hadn't begun the fraud, but her friend's reaction prompted a defiance and she vowed to pursue it-at least for a time.
"Are you moralizing to me, Bea?" Kitty challenged, nodding that they would have two more whiskey sours. "Don't try to pretend sexual purity to meyou've had your share of jumps in the hay."
"Oh, yes," Berniece nodded, tone tart. "But you're talking about a young kid, hardly into puberty. And marrying him." There was an obvious tone of contempt in her voice.
Kitty stared through the huge plate glass windows of the lounge at the placid waters of Payette Lake. Far in the distance was a sailboat, canvas slack in the still summer air. "I'll tell you one thing," she searched for shocking words, "he's a heck of a lay. A tremendous piece of tail. A good fuck, if I have to be crude about it. And he can fuck for hours and hours. And he has a solid, delicious cock to suck on."
Berniece actually leaned away from Kitty in genuine distaste. "I think-I know-you're disgusting, Kit."
Kitty nodded. "Maybe." She patted Berniece's arm placatingly. "But you give some thought to what I said."
"I'd rather forget it and I wish you hadn't told me such a depraved thing, Kitten," Berniece said solemnly. Then the conversation changed and older woman nodded assent to having the trailer parked at her place. "But I don't want to see any evidence that indicates your sexual conduct with the youngster. Not any at all. I demand you behave in a decorus manner and I don't want to hear-and I don't want Steve to hear-your squeals of delight. I don't think I can prevent or have the right to demand you don't have intercourse while you're at my place."
Kitty didn't reply and silently accepted a fresh drink Bea paid for with a folded hundred dollar bill taken from a small purse with a silver wire mesh exterior.
"I don't want to hear any reference to this kid's being your husband," Berniece said caustically.
CHAPTER FIVE
Berniece Kramer lay fretfully awake on the smooth, fresh, neatly ironed sheet, the covers folded over the foot of the mammoth bed. She was disgusted with herself. The kid was good looking, seemed so naive. Difficult to believe he was married to Kitty.
In spite of her resolve, she was thinking about what Kitty had said. It wouldn't have been half as offensive if he had made her coarse remarks about an adult male, a man near her own age. The distasteful thing was she was probably right: It was an established fact a young boy had the staying power, her long-dead husband had remarked more than once when she demanded more from him sexually than he could provide. "Get yourself a teenager," he had said amiably on several occasions.
Well, she never had. Not that the thought hadn't crossed her mind, fleetingly. No, she wouldn't have any part in seducing a kid. After all, she was fifty. And what did it matter she looked fifteen years younger.
Still?
"Oh, dammit," Berniece swore softly, kicking her feet out petulantly in protest to the painful yearning in her unshriveled loins. "I wish she hadn't even stopped by. Don't I?"
Unbidden, her mind's eye built a picture of the tall redhead, naked, the nude boy atop her, laboring manfully, his lean hips punch-punch-punching his prick into her. And she had expertly perceived he was as well-hung as Kitty had hinted by the way his tight jeans bowled over his prominent genital basket.
"It was enough," Berniece stewed, smoothing the ankle-length nightgown over her flat belly, "to have her talk about sex-without going into detail about doing it with a kid." She frowned in the dim light emitted by the tiny night lamp on the dresser. She turned her head to the right and stared at her ghostly reflection in the mirror that nearly paneled one wall.
Her oddly shaped jugs bloated the lacy bodice of the nightgown and she touched the blunt tips-hardly any nipples at all-and scowled at the sharp, tingling re sponse in each fleshy fruit. She would admit, to herself, that sex had been on her mind all day. Why else would she go prancing off, nearly naked, wearing that loose sunsuit. Man-hunting?
For an eerie moment, she thought she saw a reflection in the mirror and she had her nightgown up under her chin, long melons bared and there was someone-Kitty's boy-was between her legs, hammering cock into her like she had never experienced. As the vision became sharp, she raised her legs high in the air, letting the gown slither down until her lean bottom and pussy with its tendrils of grey and brownish hair were exposed.
"You bitch, Kitten," she said sullenly, agitated and in deep need. "You rotten slutty bitch."
In the trailer, Kitty and Skip, too, were awake. "I bet, before we leave, you get Berniece, Skip, and maybe Stephanie, too. Did you see the way both of them gawked at the bulge in your pants while we were at the house for supper?"
He moaned softly as her hand gently stroked his cock in slow, jackoff goadings. "Uuummmm? You getting ready for me, Honey?"
"She's so old," Skip whispered, his body shuddering as her hand aroused him to full hard-on status.
"Age makes no difference," Kitty responded, milking his thick foreskin over the vibrant glans. "Take my word for it, she will be a hot screw. And if you can get Steve, what a treat!"
She clung to his cock, flattened her body out so he could roll on top of her. Then she formed a saddle with drawn-up knees spread wide and guided his prick into her crevice, into her scalding fuck-hole. "All we have to do is just like I told you earlier," she whined, giving herself over to the ecstasy of his prick slowly plowing deep into her snatch. "We play it by ear. You just watch for my sign and you know what to do. And I bet she'll make her move by tomorrow afternoon.
"OOOOoooohhhhh, Christ, it's good! Shove your cock in all the way and start pumping it to my twat," she moaned, breathing in short, tormented pantings.
Before he began pumping away, Kitty lifted an opulent tit and stuffed the turgid nipple into his mouth for hot sucking while he fucked her. "You're really getting good with using your prick," she whispered hoarsely as he banged her hot hole with long, effective strokes, his meat snock-snocking enchantingly into her.
It was one o'clock the next afternoon when Kitty saw Bea stroll from the back porch and head toward the huddle of the pickup camper and trailer. "Get in the trailer, Skip," Kitty smiled, "here comes your next piece of tail."
"I'm having a gin and tonic; want one, Bea?" Kitty asked as the dimunitive woman slipped into the folding lawn chair, demurely crossing her legs, wearing the same sunsuit as yesterday. When Berniece nodded, Kitty strutted into the trailer, returned with two frosty glasses.
"I was thinking about things, what I said to you yesterday," Berniece said hesitantly. "I guess it isn't so wrong-under the circumstances," she said lamely, obviously referring to Kitty's reference to being married to Skip. "I understand," Kitty said.
"From the size of his-well, you know, the bulge of his pants-he looks like he could do a man's job on a woman," Berniece said, lean face reddening, eyes evasive. "Does he do as good as a grown man?"
"Better, much better," Kitty nodded, with just the trace of a smile on her unrouged lips. "You see, Skip can go for a long, long time-and he likes all the naughty kinds of sex...." Kitty let the sentence sort of hang on the warm, humid air.
Covertly, she watched Berniece squirm in the webbed seat of the aluminum-framed chair. "And he wants it at frequent intervals. Well, Bea, when he does, I let him have it-I want to keep him happy."
"You mean, you two-not just the standard form of sex. What I mean is-orally?" Berniece faltered, face flushed.
Kitty nodded. She thought she could see Berniece's breasts swelling in the top of the sunsuit.
"Where is he now?" Berniece whispered. "But, orally. That is, with your mouths. I guess it's okay. And in your case, it doesn't matter if he's only fifteen-and built the way he is. I guess I can confess I've considered how it would be-with a young boy, Kit."
Kitty concealed a smug smirk by lifting the drink to her lips. "Maybe, you oughta try on a kid for size and satisfaction, Bea," she said with feigned hesitancy. "My Skip is a rambunctious young fucker. He might give you a romp."
Berniece's blush deepened. "Not your-guy," she exhaled the words tremulously. "I don't think I coulddo that."
"Crap! Why not-if I'm willing and Skip doesn't mind?" Kitty chirped disdainfully. "And I think he might, if he was steamed up and hot to trot."
"I think it's unthinkable," Berniece h-edged, but Kitty didn't miss the fanning back and forth of her friend's knees.
"Suit yourself; think about it," Kitty shrugged noncommittally. You're getting hot pants, my friend, she mused, smug and pleased. She turned in the chair and called toward the trailer. "Skip, darling, will you bring out that bottle of gin, the tonic stuff and that bowl of ice?"
Berniece's eyes on Skip's prominent goodie-bulge wasn't lost on Kitty as Skip drew up a folding TV tray and set the bottles and bowl on it. She leaned to him as he bent to whisper to her.
"You want what, Honey? Tell Kitty what you want? Right now? But, we have a visitor." Skip whispered again, more insistently. "I guess so-okay, Darling."
And Kitty turned to Berniece. "I hope you understand, Bea. My guy wants some of my loving attention. I guess we'll go in the trailer for a little bit. You can sit here and help yourself."
When she started to stand, Berniece paled, then blushed a deep red. "Well, don't let me bother you two. I mean, don't pay any attention to me, Kit-Skip. I won't be in the way, not at all. You two just do whatever you want to. There's no one around to see." She glanced all about the shady grove of trees.
"Well, you certainly don't bother us, Bea," Kitty said vacantly, hugging Skip's hips and maneuvering him around to stand in front of her. She unbuttoned the shirt, removed it and opened the fly of Skip's pants. She heard a faint gasp from Berniece as she pushed his pants to the ground, baring his lean buttocks. "I could do it for you with your pants up," she spoke as if only for Skip, "but I can get to it so much better with your goodies all out in the open."
Kitty tilted her head to squint past Skip's hip when Berniece emitted a soft squeaking sound. With an arm around the boy's waist, she gently urged him to the side-so Berniece could see clearly as she licked the head of the swelling cock. "Uuuuummmm, Honey, I love holding your balls and sucking off your prick."
Berniece leaned forward and to the side, licking her lips as the lithe redhead scooped the ripe, red plum of cock-tip into her mouth with her curled tongue.
She whimpered softly and began fucking the kid with her sucking mouth as Skip fondled the swollen orbs protruding through the cut-out cups of the flimsy halter. Purposely, she slurped noisily, wetly on the mammoth prick, taking it deeper and deeper as Skip waggled his butt, fucking her in time with her motions.
Kitty paused just a moment, the plump cock-head in her teeth and lips when she noticed Berniece standing on trembling legs beside them. "He wants me to do it to him-and I want to keep him happy and content. And giving him a blow-job doesn't take away his ability to fucky my cunny, either," she added slyly. Quickly, her ardor and passion mounted and she ignored the older woman who squatted, face close, to watch her go down on the grunting, moaning youth.
"It's such a huge, huge-cock," Berniece muttered. "And you're taking all of it-most of it-all of it in your pretty mouth, Kit," she said with an air of disbelief.
As soft as a vagrant whiff of breeze, Berniece said, "If he would consent to do me, I wouldn't want Stephanie around the place. I could send her swimming, I suppose. I would just die if Steve even suspected I was with a man-boy-naked and he was on me or I was on him and he was fucking cock to me."
Kitty licked her saliva from Skip's gigantic cock. "Well, you and Skip could do it in the trailer, on the bed, or the bunk in the camper."
She took Skip's cock back into her throat, sucking loudly.
"Ooooohhh, nooooooo, Steve might suspect something-I mean know just what I-he-we were doing," Berniece said. "It would be much better if I sent her to the lake and he did me in my bedroom."
Kitty didn't miss Berniece's pleading gaze as she peered up into Skip's tense face. "Would you like that, Skip?" Berniece almost whined. "I need it so badly; you have such a beautiful hunk of cock. Would you be kind to Bea and do it to her with your handsome prick?"
The combination of sucking cock and having her titties mauled captivated all of Kitty's senses. She slipped her hands behind the kid, held the cheeks of his ass and pulled him to her, crowding all of his prick forcefully into her face. Her breathing came in ragged wheezes and she savored the taste of cock and the sensation of the engorged knob thrusting against her tonsil zone.
Kitty's sexual region seemed aflame, her fully unsheathed clit was a tiny needle of fire. Suddenly, her vagina contracted almost painfully as she was catapulted into a rending orgasm. Cum, Skip, she prayed, wanting his jizz flooding her mouth to make her climax complete and captivating.
Her bowels started retching as her climax built. And she sucked frantically on cock as Skip's pace quicked, thundering his prick into her gulping mouth. He was near, so near. Then he released her titties and grabbed her head. He slammed his cock all the way down her throat and whimpered in erotic agony as his prick erupted, flowing thick, tasty lave into her gullet.
Kitty coughed and her throat muscles convulsed around his bloated prick-bulb. Cum gushed wildly from the snake-eye in the tip of his cock and Kitty's snatch boom-boomed ecstatically. And she was dully aware that Berniece had reached between Skip's quivering legs and she had his balls in a bony hand, caressing and milking his husky cod.
"I would try that, too," Berniece said, lust in her voice as she peered intently at Kitty's lips stretched around the base of the spasming prick. "Yesssssss! I'd give it a try, sucking his prick. But I want him to fuck me between the legs, too!"
A wistful, animal wail fluttered from Skip's lips and he yanked his cock from Kitty's mouth. He pushed her back roughly in the chair, grabbed her ankles, tugged her ass to the rim of the chair and crawled between them. He spread the thick lips that escaped from the slit in the crotch of her shorts, set his prick and fucked it into her.
Kitty's legs levered into the air and she hugged his shoulders as he began fucking her furiously, finishing his jizzing deep in her hot twat. Berniece held to his balls and she stared between his legs at the mammoth prick sailing in and out of Kitty's voluptuous cunt.
Shortly after his jizz was drained, Skip extracted his prick and knelt with Kitty's long legs looped over his shoulders. He bent his head into her straddle, holding the thick outer labia open and began sucking out her seeping cunt.
Like a cat, Berniece seized his loose, wet prick and began jacking him off. "Ooooohhhh, I love the feel of your hot prick and I want to beat your meat and keep it nice and long and thick and hard," she whined.
When he finished tonguing out Kitty's cunt, Skip faltered weakly to his feet. Both women tugged up his pants, but his prodigious prick wouldn't fit in his tight jeans. They snapped the waistband, leaving his cock hanging like a meaty spear from the gaping fly.
"Ooooohhh, let me run on ahead to the house and get rid of Steve," Berniece gasped in passionate torment. She raced on ahead, her unique jugs bouncing in the loose bodice of the sunsuit. Kitty preceded Skip, her hands behind her, holding his lust-stuffed cock. They hesitated on the back porch, in the shade, listening to Berniece making excuses of some sort of Stephanie to leave the house.
In a couple of minutes, Berniece was at the screen door. "Come on," she whispered conspiratorially, "let's go right to my bedroom." He pushed one of Kitty's hands away so she could get a handful of prick and the two of them led him through the house for more ravishing sex in the room with the enormous mirror on one wall.
CHAPTER SIX
As soon as Berniece closed the bedroom door, Kitty squatted in front of Skip, unsnapped his pants and left them sagging loose, slipping off his lean butt. She snuckled in his rigid cock and sucked on the big head as she fumbled to remove his low-cut tennis shoes.
"I haven't used this in years," Berniece said, stripping the covers from the bed and fitting a black satin contour sheet on the bed.
The silvery-haired, frail, bony woman climbed from the bed turned, hands .on hips and surveyed the kneeling Kitty sucking the boy's cock. "Aaaaaaaahhhhhh," she sighed, hands behind her, pulling the zipper down her back. But she halted with it just above the hips, the front sagging open.
"You aren't going to stay, Kit?"
Kitty let Skip's prick slip from her lips and stood up. "Why not, he's my young stud, Bea?"
Berniece scowled, her narrow face wan, except for the red spots on her cheek bones and the bright glitter in her eyes. "Well, why not? I guess so. Who gives a-damn." And she finished unzipping the sunsuit, slumped her shoulders forward so the single garment slithered down her arms, down her legs. She kicked it away and stood there naked.
To tantalize Berniece, Kitty stepped behind Skip, stooped to rub the exposed faces of her tits against Skip's shoulders. She reached around him and jacked him off with both hands while the boy stared down at his massively swollen sex-member with an expression of awe and bewilderment.
"Darned big cock," Berniece muttered, lifting her long, slenderish breasts in her bony hands where the blue blood veins were stark and clearly defined.
The elderly woman stepped forward, the mixed silverish, brownish pubic hair fuzzy and kinky on her lean love-mound. "So you are going to stay and watch."
She squatted like a ludicrous animal. She moved her face and succeeded in capturing the grotesquely huge knob of Skip's prick in her thin, colorless lips. She let down her hair, the long, fine tresses falling nearly to her almost skinny buttocks.
With a soft whinnying sound, she scooped up Skip's dangling, full balls with both hands. Kitty took away one of her hands to permit Bea a full mouthful of prick, but continued to jack off the kid. She wanted Skip to shoot her face full of jizz, then fuck her cunt full later.
"Tastes good, Bea?" Kitty muttered, aware her own passion was at a sizzling peak. She grinned broadly, jacked the long stub of meat faster as Berniece nodded her head, trying ineffectively to swallow more and more prick.
"Who would believe a kid could have such a big cock?" Berniece mumbled, slobbering her lips around the head, molding them over the thick flange of the corona. "Just a wonderful flavor, his fat, hard prick.
Kitty stared with astonishment at what was happening to Bea's almost comical milk bottles-shaped like those old-fashioned glass bottles. They were swelling and filling. Still no nipples. But they were gorging and poking far out from her bony rib cage. The upper crowns sloped and tilted like a ski jump, she thought. And she could smell the sweet perfuminess of Bea's snatch, a nebulous, warm, dreamy aroma.
She released Skip's prick when he began whining and his hips started rolling and hunching nervously. Instinctively, he took Bea's head in both hands and made a hard, ruthless hunch. Bea's hands fluttered helplessly in the air as he rammed his cock down her throat and began fucking her face with almost brutal poundings. His balls swung free and bobbed up under Bea's chin, plopping meatily against her straining stretched, cock-filled throat.
Kitty knew when Skip's cock began discharging. Berniece sucked and swallowed in lewd guzzlings and her hands flailed the air and her eyes rolled back 'til the whites only showed. To goad Skip, Kitty knelt and pried open the cheeks of his ass with both hands. A finger found his anus and she began finger-diddling his bowels. If she only had that crazy dildo from the trailer!
Slowly, Berniece's eyes rolled into focusing, saying helplessly she had enough fucking in the mouth, but Skip continued pumping her mouth full of cock that seemed to be swelling to an even greater dimension. Then his jizz erupted, probably the swelling and copious flood of cum prompted by Kitty's rapid finger-cornholing him. Bea couldn't get away; Skip held her head to his cock with both hands.
Kitty couldn't understand how it could happen, Berniece's lips were stretched into a white gasket around the root of Skip's prick, but droplets of thick, creamy jizz escaped and clung like pearls to her pointy chin.
At last, Skip let her mouth ease of his prick until she had only the trickling knob in her mouth. She managed to lick up the drops of cum from her chin, squeezed the barrel of his prick and stumbled to her feet, hugging her naked body and heavy jugs to his chest.
"Good God," she wheezed, "I never dreamed I could swallow such a huge prick, let alone take it fucking in and out of my mouth." She rubbed her body to skip, dry-fucking him with her flat, taut belly.
"You got enough left to pour it into my cunny? I would love trying to take your enooooormous cock in my twat."
Skip seemed incensed with passion. He reached around the older woman's frail body and gripped her lean ass cheeks, peeled them wide open 'til she squealed. She kissed him with mouth wide open and stabbed her tongue into his chomping mouth. At last, she stepped back from him. "Let's fuck now, Skippy?"
Her face screwed up, but she made no sound when the kid wormed a finger into her rectum. She smiled timidly, turned and stepped toward the bed, letting Skip keep his finger buried in her asshole. She patted a pillow into the middle of the bed, tossed another diagonally for her head.
"I want to watch-in the mirror," she said softly, slowly crawling onto the bed. Skip pursed her, his finger up her butt and Berniece turned onto her back, positioning her bottom up in the air on the firm pillow.
With a finger jabbed up her ass, Berniece smiled appreciatively at the kid who was climbing up over her as she carefully smoothed her long hair out over the pillow beside her narrow face. "You'll take it easy, won't you, you big-hung stud-kid? I don't remember ever trying to handle such a monstrous prick."
She raised her head and stared between her outward-slung tits and spread her cuntal lips wide open. "Set it right in my gash and rub it around," she suggested. "Then, put it on the mark and ease-screw it into me."
Bea held her head up, watching the immense shaft, unable to see the prominent knob, as he set it on line with her tunnel. Her eyes rolled back again as he hunched his young butt. "Aaaaaaiiiii-Arrrrgggggh!" she growled, feet rising and kicking into the air as he shot the head of his cock just inside her cunt. "Damned big," she whistled through her half-open lips. As he force-crammed more of his prick into her narrow opening, her lips stretched across her teeth and her middle heaved as if in protest.
Skip grunted and strained, coming up on his toes, feet braced, to force his cock into the extremely tight old hole. Berniece whimpered and writhed, unable to squirm away from the relentless penetration of her snug snatch.
Needing more power to ram his prick into her writhing body, Skip uncorked her anus with his finger and seized her narrow waist. "Uuunnh!" he grunted, throwing all his weight on his prick.
"Eeeeeeyyyyiiiiiii!" Berniece screamed, feeling her pussy was being turned outside-in by his prodigious post of fuck-meat.
Skip had only about four inches, perhaps half of his cock in her and he needed even more power. He grabbed her shoulders to use his arm muscles. Berniece screamed shrilly and her feet vaulted into the air as he succeeded in tamping a couple inches of prick into the tight cranny between her legs.
"Heeeeeeeey! Aaaaaaaahhhhh, Jesus Christ!" Berniece screamed, a hand going to her tortured crotch to feel the progress his cock was making, the way her vulva was warped into a ludicrous rubber ring around his invading spear of flesh.
A lecherous lust seized Kitty and she got on the bed, on her knees, behind Skip. She took Bea's ankles and pressed her feet back even with her head, rolling her ass off the pillow. A shudder shook Berniece's body and her innards seemed to give. Skip's cock thumped into her, his groin mashing her lean love-mound.
Kitty was so happy with her young cocksman, she rubbed his butt, massaged the heavy balls that drooped into Berniece splayed crack as she released Bea's ankles, letting her legs curl helplessly over Skip's sweating back.
Unable to see the cock sticking in her by lifting her head and peering between her engorged breasts, Bernice lay back, turned her head and stared wide-eyed into the huge mirror. "Kit, please move; I want to see my cunt shoved full of prick. I want to watch as I get fucked by this kid with the big cock."
Obediently, Kitty shifted to sit at Bea's heaving left flank so she could gawk at her horribly violated cunt. The outer lips were not visible, being pulled inside by the boy's tremendous, throbbing hard-on. But as soon as he pulled his prick 'way out of her, the lips were allowed to mold around the massive root of flesh and remained in place as he began fucking, fucking, fucking her.
With her head propped up on the pillow, Berniece was able to suck a mouthful of her own right tittie. Kitty smiled and leaned to the tiny woman and sucked in the other. "Go ahead and fuck the hell out of her," Kitty urged the kid. "No, fuck the devil into me," Bea disputed.
When Skip extracted all of his cock but the massive globe on the end, Berniece's legs scizzored. When he crammed it back up her snatch, they straighted out, pointing to the ceiling, her toes curling. Still sucking on her own boobie, Berniece reached to cup the taut cheeks of her sleek, white ass and spread them wide, putting stretching pressure on her anus, 'til the inner pink showed.
"You can really fuck a cunt," Berniece murmured, squinting at the lewd reflection of prick punching pussy in the mirror. Her eyelids never flickered or blinked as she watched her pussy being pounded with prick.
Soft, satisfying little grunts chuffed from her slightly open mouth as she strained to up-fuck her snatch as Skip hammered his cock into her aching, burning cunt.
With her pussy loosening up, becoming well greased, accepting his pumping, plunging, plundering prick, Skip released her shoulders and scooped his hands under her, holding her at the small of the back, manipulating her slender, light body as he began fucking her with long, smooth strokes.
"I'm really getting the old twat crammed full of big cock, huh?" Berniece wheezed, letting her legs slack far apart, knees bend as she rejoiced in the indescribable enthrallment of being fucked and fucked and fucked. She let her fingertips stretch to caress the boy's hard, heavy, stony nuts lolling in her butt valley.
Without even looking, Kitty reached with her left hand to caress the tensed cheeks of the kid's heaving, laboring butt. She loved her fingers into his pinched crack, found his anus. He grunted, in protest, then he forced a relaxation and accepted Kitty's finger in his rectum. She held her hand steady, letting him cornhole himself on the finger with the action of his fucking the perspiring woman under him.
"Ooooh, lovely, honey, fuck the cock to her," Kitty cooed.
Kitty could feel the effort he was putting into screwing the whimpering older woman in her finger. His inner muscles were working rhythmically and she wondered if he was about to start spewing jizz into her as he skewered her snatch with quickening cockhunches.
Quickly, Berniece's expression changed. Blood flooded into her face, giving her a pink loveliness. Her lips, stretched tight all the time she was taking his cock and while he was fucking her, relaxed and curled into a satisfied smile. Whimpers and sobs and mewlings flowed from her, begging him to "pour the prick to me; fuck me good and all the way; screw me in the asshole; then let me suck you off and taste your wonderful cock; then fuck me some more-and more and more."
The smoky, pungent aroma of sex and fucking prick and pussy heated to the boiling point-was heavy and clinging on the quiet air of the bedroom. And the sound of solid meat wallowing into yielding snatch was illicitly exciting.
That sound and heavy breathing was all for a long time. Then Berniece began whimpering and her body jerking and writhing spastically as she exploded into a violent orgasm, followed almost instantly by Skip's scalding copulation, shooting thick jizz into her, plastering the walls of her cunt.
"Awwwwkkkkk, your cock is pumping me full of cummmmmm!" Berniece squealed, shaking her ass, trying to rotate it on his massive spindle of sexy meat.
And it all looks so terribly naughty and exciting and fun, the cute little Stephanie frowned, watching through the south window off the porch. So terribly thrilling. She reached under her dress tail and cupped her virgin pussy before slipping away to go down by a small stream by herself and play with her burning, itching, yearning cunny and daydream that that cute boy was on top of her, shoving his absolutely gorgeous boy-thing into her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
About mid-morning the next day, Kitty was having coffee with Bea at the kitchen table. Berniece was clearly tense and anxious. Kitty thought she might be feeling remorseful about her lascivious romping with Skip. But it was Stephanie's prensence that was bothering her.
"Steve, honey, why don't you wander over to the lake and go swimming or rent a boat or something?"
"Sure, the lithe young girl with gently waved dark hair said, "so you two can talk. I can take a hint."
As soon as the front screen door slammed, Bea asked quickly, no shade of embarrassment in her lively face, "where is that marvelous Skip this morning?"
Kitty puckered her lips, made a little kissing sound as she sucked on them. "Well, his thing was so tender this morning, I suggested the poor boy get out a fishing rod and try the stream."
"Shucks-dammit!" Berniece said, plainly disappointed and irritated. "Oh, I sympathize; probably my old, tight pussy was dry and made his pecker sore. But, golly, honey, we could have played with him you know, been real tender with him, suck his pecker and that wouldn't hurt him."
"Lordy, Bea-where did you get 'Bea?' That doesn't go with Berniece," Kitty laughed.
My mother was sort of dumb and didn't know that and started calling me "Bea' when I was a little girl and it stuck. But," she persisted in her original thought, "we could be real gentle with Skip and could have had a ball-licking his balls-and going down on his wonderful cock."
"You sure did a flip-flop in your thinking about making it with a kid," Kitty chided her.
"Shit! Forgive me, Kit! I was just stunned, at first, that's all. But watching you suck him down by the trailer and having his sock his cock to my mouth, then up my hard-up twat, I came around. I came around so much I'm craving a jump in the sack with a young cockster right now," Berniece sighed, forelornly.
Kitty smiled smugly, watching the older woman who had looked so exquisite, while body contrasting with the black satin sheet, dip a hand into the top of the sunsuit to squeeze and maul a firm, rubbery boobie. "I have a little confession to make, Bea. I don't know why I told the fib in the first place. But Skip isn't my husband-we aren't married. Just traveling together and fucking and sucking cock and cunt whenever the urge strikes us."
"You-aren't-married? God! I'm stunned again! But I think that's terrific," Berniece grinned, her pale grey eyes glittering.
"I'll bet," Kitty said slowly, "I could get Skip to scout around McCall and fetch us some young boys."
"Risky, isn't it? If they should talk?" Berniece puzzled, lifting a tittie out of the sunsuit, holding it up and sucking tenderly.
"Not if I tell him to make sure they aren't permanent residents. If they are on vacation or a summer outing, they'd be gone and who would ever know?" Kitty reasoned.
"OOOOOOHHHHH, I don't know," Berniece sighed in a tone of misery. "But I do know I was so looking forward to having Skip screw me again. And I need it so badly."
Kitty patted her hand, ran fingertips over the underside of Bea's exposed breast. "If you need it so much, come down to the trailer and I'll fuck you with my dildo."
Bea's eyes squinted at her shrewdly. "I don't know. Is it any good? I've heard about 'em; seen 'em. Never used one. Satisfaction guaranteed?"
"Yep!" Kitty chuckled, excitment putting a pretty pink glow in her smooth cheeks.
"Weeeeeelllll, let's go," Berniece said, dropping her elongated cone back inside her sunsuit. "I'll try anything once-especially when I'm this hard-up for cock and fucking."
Stephanie had lingered deliberately in the house that morning, wanting her grandmother to run her out so her absence wouldn't be questioned later. She had seen Skip stroll away with the fishing rod-and that enormous bulge that stretched the buttons of his pants. And she thought it wouldn't be difficult to find him and maybe....
And when she spotted him sitting in the cool shade, on the cool grass beside a quiet pool, she decided to play it as bold as she could imagine. First, she removed the little beach coat she was wearing so he could see all the skin the bikini failed to cover and could guess about the little dabs, here and there, that it did conceal. The way he was sitting Indian-fashion, his basket of stuff was just as prominent as when he was standing.
"Hi," she said from a little distance, smiling. "I saw you yesterday afternoon," she said without stalling around. When he didn't respond, she became starkly explicit. "I was on the back porch looking in the bedroom window the whole time. I saw you naked and my grandmother naked on the bed on the black sheet. The whole thing."
She laughed delightedly when Skip blushed, looked away.
"Exciting," she continued, angry at herself for bein so stupid and stumbling. "Verrrrry naughty," wishing she wasn't so confounded naive. "You must have a pretty big-thing-to make Bea howl like that."
She blushed from the bulging crowns of her young boobies that pooched out of the flimsy, narrow cups of her skimpy halter to the roots of her dark hair. "Show me!" she blurted. "Show me your thing!"
He shook his head scowling darkly.
"Scaredy," she chided him, standing on her knees beside him. "I tell you what, I'll let you look at my breasts if you'll show me your-penis?"
His brain seemed to swim. He was accustomed to boldness and raunchy sexy with Kit and even Bea-but in the presence of this brash teenaged girl, he was the typical tongue-tied teenager.
"Well?" Steve challenged, reaching behind her, fingers hesitating on the knot that held the bikini bra over her hot, blushing, bulging young boobies.
"You go first," he dared her, a pulse beat starting to pound in his truly tender phallus.
She frowned at him with disdain, then dropped away the bra. "You!"
He ogled her jutting breasts that rose and feel tremulously with her excited breathing. "Well, show me yours," she said lamely, eyes glued to the immense bulge in the crotch of his pants. "Show me!" she demanded, "you're gawking at my breasts."
"You sure?" Skip pondered, licking his lips, gaze focused on the very tiny berries that adorned the cones of her twin wonders. "Yes! I'm sure," Steve blurted. Skip turned sly. "Well, if you want to look at it, I guess you'll have to unbutton my pants and do the looking."
"Darn you," Steve flared, picking up her bra sulkily, holding it over her firm titties. But her fascination with his sex appendages was too strong in her. She flipped away the halter and reached toward his lap. "Now, you mean what you said?"
Skip nodded, even scooted around to face her more squarely.
The buttons popped open with the least fumbling of her fingers and she spread the flaps of his fly. "Golly," she breathed, staring at the topside crown of his cock, still not seeing the corona, no part of the tingling tender head.
She stared at it for a couple of minutes, then became exasperated. "Darn, I can't see it, Skip!"
Slowly, a brazen boldness built in the boy. "Well, put in a hand and take it out."
"Blast you," she breathed, oblivious to the bare breasts that bobbed gently as she breathed. Then, daringly, she fumbled a hand into his clothes, groped clumsily, got her fingers around his hot meat and flopped out his blood-engorged cock. "Wow! Whoeeeeeee!" she said, her voice a gentle hiss of astonishment. "And you had that in Grandma!"
She covered the enormous knob with her bowled hand, rubbed it wonderingly. "So big-and hot-and long-and thick," she murmured.
"Won't you push your jeans down-so I can see more-all of you?" Stephanie said, a mock wheedling tone in her soft voice. And her dark eyes glittered as Skip complied, shuffling his pants down around his ankles and leaning toward her and back, opening his legs.
At first, she closed her arm against his hand. "Yeah, okay, I guess." And she let him fondle her feverish tit as she gripped his fat cock. Instinct prevailed and she began sliding her hand tentatively up and down the long, thick shaft, forcing the thick foreskin over the dark purple glans.
"Can I touch-your other thing-things?"
"My balls," Skip nodded, shivering as her soft, cool hand lifted his nuts, felt them slither around in his scrotum.
"Golly-wow!" Stephanie breathed, twisting so Skip had a good angle to play with her stinging titties. "Look! It's getting bigger and really hard!"
"It's not an 'it', it's a cock or a prick," Skip added to her education.
"Cock," Stephanie said thoughtfully. "Prick. They sound so naughty," she grinned at his perspiring face. "I like the way your hand feels on my breasts."
"You got real cute boobies-titties," Skip whispered, pinching the nipple of one until she squealed and the little berry emerged into a slick-skinned berry in a dark, creamy circle.
"Would it hurt, if you put your-cock, prick in me?" Steve asked studiously.
"Probably," Skip replied in the same studious tone.
"Hurt really bad?"
"Probably," he said. "I'm sure it would. You'd scream and take on dreadful."
"I would not," Stephanie denied haughtily, defiantly. "I bet I could stand it. I know a little bit. I've read about such things. I know I would probably bleed some, being a virgin."
"Then, you'd scream and squall like you were being killed," Skip said solemnly, shuffling so he could lick the crown of her right boobie, suck the tiny, turgid nipple.
"I would not," Steve declared vehemently, yet there was a note of uncertainty in her voice. "It is huge, though," she admitted, jacking him off, milking a droplet of clear oil from the grinning slit in the tip of his quivering hot cock.
"If I tried to put it in you, it would hurt and you would yell," Skip murmured, pausing in sucking her titties.
"You could put your hand over my mouth, if I gave any sign I was going to," Stephanie said. "But I would NOT make a loud sound."
"If you're a virgin, like you say, how do you know?" Skip demanded, putting a hand between her legs and palming her soft, curvy pussy.
"I just know," Steve muttered, one hand jacking him off as the other played more boldly with his swollen, aching balls.
"I could try-and if you scream or anything, I would quit," he said graciously.
"If I decide to let you try, I won't let you go all the way. I mean it, Skip," Stephanie gasped, eyes not blinking as she stared at his huge prick.
"Well, untie the bows on the sides and take off my little bottom and you can feel me. That's only fair; I'm playing with your-prick," she said magnanimously.
He drew the flimsy piece of material from between her long legs and immediately smelled the sweet aroma of her hot little pussy. She jumped as if stung when his fingers rubbed her sensitive outer cuntal lips.
"Yiiikkkeees!" she wheezed. "That tickles so wonderful!" Her hand gripped his cock; her hand squeezed his stony nuts when he dipped a finger in her tight, narrow little slot and touched the funthorn in the upper tip of her pussy smile. "Double yiiikkkeees!" she gasped.
"You really want me to fuck you?" Skip frowned, his fingertip touching her hole entry.
"Why not?" she asked tartly. "But I don't know how. You'll have to teach me."
"Not much to teach," Skip said, pushing her breast bone. "Just lie down on the grass, on your back.
"Like this?" she said, squinting at his mammoth genitals as he took off his shoes and pants and shirt. She was stretched out, ankles crossed, legs straight and stiff.
"No," he said mockingly. "Get your legs wide open and pull up your knees so I have room to get in there and fuck your pussy."
He crawled between her legs, atop her, his knees a few inches from her rounded fanny moons. "I bet I hurt your snatch and you howl bloody murder."
Before he had done more than part her outer pussy petals and dip the head of his cock in her pinkish gash, she trembled and whimpered. He got the head of his cock moist from the sweet juices in her vulva and set it firmly against her tiny entry.
He scooped one hand under her bottom, lifted her ass slightly. He put his other hand on her shoulder to hold her down and in place to keep her from slithering away from his assault.
"Don't you dare scream or anything," he warned her. "You asked for me to put my cock in your twatty."
Instinctively, Stephanie knew she had put herself in a position of questionable desirability. The head of his cock seemed enormous. And he hadn't even started yet. It was like a massive rock, poised at the opening to her body. The muscles in her long, tapering thighs quivered as he increased pressure.
She could feel him lifting her bottom off the cool grass. A yell came to her lips, but she bit it back as a sensation of being gored hit her between the legs.
"Try not to hurt me too much," she whispered, gritting her teeth, her gaze riveted to his tense face. "I trust you to be as gentle as you can," she wanted some kind of reassurance.
She smiled tremulously when he nodded. "Go ahead-and do what you-we-have to do to go all the way."
He began rocking his hips and her body was jostled on the grass. "Pull your feet up and spread your knees," he said tersely, looking down at the way her entry pinched against the point of his prick.
He waited until she caught a deep breath, then gave her a harsh punch. "Eeeekkks," she gasped, biting her lip. "Is it going to go? Are you going to be able to get your prick in me and fuck me, Skip?"
"I'm going to fuck you," he said resolutely, bucking his hips between her trembling thighs.
She choked off a scream when she was opened enough for the head of his cock to rip inside her vagina. "It does hurt-some," she confessed, grateful to him that he let it rest for a moment. "Try some more," she encouraged him, determined not to be chicken about getting her first screwing.
Sweat dripped from his puckish nose onto her titties as he pried and levered more of his cock into her narrow passage. It hurt! But she knew, intuitively, it was going to get worse. A lot worse. But his prick was going in and up her snatch. She could feel the coarse glide of the head of his meat, followed by the gigantic shaft. Yes! he was slowly punching it into her with gently, but firm, rocking buckings of his ass and hips.
Then it was as if head hit a wall with the end of his prick. He stopped, gasping for breath. Stephanie closed her eyes. She knew! She had heard other girls whisper about it, in awed tones. Her cherry! He was at her cherry-and if he broke it, she wouldn't be a virgin any more.
Tenderly, she touched his face, wiped away the sweat from his brow. Then, waiting anxiously, with trepidation, she let her arms flop straight out from her shoulders. She closed her eyes when she saw determination in his face.
"You better put a hand over my mouth," she whispered as she sensed he was gathering his strength. "I don't want to yell-but I just might when you tear my cherry."
Skip laid a palm over her mouth and reared up over her. His cock was blocked for a moment, then something inside her pussy gave and some three inches of his monstrous cock slammed into her cunt with a sort of creaking give.
Steve did scream-against his hand. Her feet kicked into the air; her legs straightened out stiffly. He punched again and her legs catapulted into the air. Stephanie thought she was about to faint, but everything was too keen-all her senses were alive.
And she didn't need Grandmother's big mirror to tell her that his cock was goring into her body, deeper and deeper between her legs. Right up what she had always thought of as her pee hole. But she knew this was her pussy that was taking his relentless, ruthless penetration. He was slowly fucking his cock into her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Skip raised himself over her, stared down between their bare bodies. A good two inches of his massive bole was still evident with her outer lips ballooned around his prick. He hunched roughly, but she wasn't taking any more of him. Stephanie whined softly, her head tossing back and forth.
Each time he prodded cock at her, her feet would lift from the grass, settle back when the pressure in her pussy eased. "More, Skip?" she moaned, eyes halfclosed, just a part of her dark eyes revealed.
"Yeah," he nodded, used a hand to smear the sweat from his taut face. He looped his arms under the backs of her muscle-tight thighs, lifted her butt high from the ground and braced his feet. He gave a mighty lunge and Steve screamed, voice shrill and wavering as his gigantic cock thudded into her, his balls smacking into her crack against her bulging anal dimple.
"My God, what did you do?" Stephanie wailed, trying to straighten out her legs along the surface of the ground. But Skip had her thoroughly impaled and his trembling hands held her smooth, rounded bottom off the ground.
"Now, you got all my cock up your cunt," he wheezed, panting for breath from his exertion. "Does it hurt you-very much?"
Stephanie's eyes blinked and her mouth moved as she deliberated his question. "Not too badly," she whispered, licking her pale lips. "But two dollars worth of this kind of fun would go a long ways."
Experimentally, he pulled his cock out a couple of inches and Steve's legs levered into the air. "Uh-uh-uhuhhhhh," she gasped, her belly undulating as he spanked his prick back into her extremely tight snatch.
"Like a toothache between my legs," she tried to grin gamely. "Try it again, Skip." She winced as he drew out four inches and skewered his spearing prick back into her. She emitted a wavering falsetto as he pumped at her repeatedly with lengthening, quickening strokes.
Her twat began a sort of squeaking, squishing as he settled to fucking her with cock-long strokes. She lifted her bent legs into the air, pressing them to his heaving flanks as he rocked back and forth, plowing the prick into her milking pussy.
"Are all boys' cocks as big as yours, Skip?" she panted, staring wide-eyed into his face.
"I don't know," he replied dourly, concentrating on drilling and drumming his cock into her delectably hot cunt. "But I know all girls' pussies aren't as snug as yours, Stephanie."
She giggled softly, a tone of appreciation. "Well, if you keep fucking your big, meaty monster of a prick into my cunny, it won't be tiny and tight for long."
"Hush talking and let's fuck," he adminished, sensing the workings of his jizz pump.
"Yes, sir," Stephanie said with mock docility, and she tried to rock her obscenely assaulted and exposed butt to his pounding prick. "My mother-in Pocatello-is sort of horny. Since she and Dad divorced a year ago. She said a gal should be sure the guy she marries is hung like a-a good Mormon," she giggled.
Skip curled both arms around Steve's neck, lifted her head and achieved greater power for lancing his prick into her resilient body.
"Oooohhheee, will I cum, Skip? Will your big prick make me go wild like Grandma?" she hugged him and panted frantically. "I hope I cum and have a good first-time fuck. Boy! I can really feel your big thing going in and out of me. It feels like my pussy is on fire and my belly is full each time you shove it in me.
"Is that your balls I feel against my buttie-hole and slapping my behind?" she giggled.
"Shush and fuck," he reprimanded her, tossing his cock into her faster and faster, the strokes becoming a little erratic as his passion heated and he knew he was nearing the moment his jizz would whitewash her delicious insides. "If you want to have a blast, you better concentrate on fucking my cock with your sweet cunny."
"I'm gonna try real hard," Stephanie vowed solemnly. "I want the first fuck to make my pussy explode and have a dandy time." She braced her feet out beside the cheeks of her ass and began hunching upward, arching her glutted pussy to his in-slamming prick. "I think I will make it; I feel so weird and heavenly," she whispered, breath short and fast as she strove to match his slam-bang cock-strokes.
But she was maybe half a dozen prick-punches too late. Skip was unable to hold back and pounded his cock all the way up her and began spewing her with a flood of jizz. She squalled with dismay and disappointment. But, for the first time of being fucked, her sphincters began working, milking along the pulsating barrel of his wildly squirting cock and Skip howled as if his prick were trapped in a torture chamber.
Some five minutes later, when he was finished, he slowly pulled his prick out of her, helped her to her feet. As if by silent agreement, they slipped gingerly into the cool pool, hugging and kissing and refreshing themselves.
"Will you be fucking Grandma and Kitty again, Skip?" she sighed seriously.
He shrugged, his hands tenderly rubbing cool water against her swollen, proud, jutting breast globes. "Probably," he admitted.
"Will I have a chance for you to give me your prick again? I was just about to cum when you did. I want to have you fuck me again-I just know I can. If we can fuck again-real soon."
"We'll try tonight," Skip whispered, helping her from the pool. As they dressed, he said, "You better go back first-so they won't suspect."
She nodded. "I know. I'll take a round-about way off to the north and come back from the direction of the lake."
"We'll try to fuck tonight," Skip said. "If we both can get away from your grandmother and I can get off from Kitty."
He knew one way he could get away-find another boy to occupy Kit and Bea.
"Strip," Kitty said tersely, undressing as soon as she closed the door of the trailer behind them.
"Quick and easy," Berniece said, unzipping the sunsuit and letting it float to the floor. "Get your gadget and we'll see if your dildo is as good as your promise."
Kitty searched a drawer, took out an airlines satchel, unzipped it. "Get back on the bed, you hot old cunt." And she stepped into the strong, elastic harness-a waistband, around-the-leg straps and a strap around the middle of the buttocks to hold the long tool in place against her own cunny.
Berniece, sprawled in readiness in the middle of the bed, laughed almost hysterically as she ogled the ludicrous contraption, an ebony replica of a Negro cock-long, but not as thick as poor Skip's-the way Kitty had it perpetually swollen by almost constant use.
"Okay, laugh," Kitty said haughtily, "but this thing will make your pussy smoke and you'll howl like a wounded she-cat."
"As long as it does the job on my pussy," Bea sobered, taking the jar of Vaseline Kitty handed her.
"Grease it good-I don't want to tear up your snatch or your asshole," she said. And that was a new idea.
After greasing the firm, but pliant tool, Berniece stabbed a finger up Kitty's snatch, playfully. "It needs two ends so we could dildo-diddle each other at the same time."
"Ready?" Kitty asked, pausing on her knees between the older woman's spread, raised knees.
"Yep," Berniece grunted. "You set it and I'll open up my lips so you can hit my sex-mouth with your peckersubstitute."
"Here goes your virginity," Kitty smirked, nosing the tip of the fake prick into her gash. "I'm set, are you?" She didn't wait, but rushed forward with her shapely ass and drove some five inches of the imitiation cock into Bea's gasping, writhing body.
"Jesus Christ!" Berniece panted, feet kicking, toes curling. "So far, so good. Heave the rest of it to me and let's see if you can make like a man fucking a woman who needs lots and lots of cunt-cocking."
The remainder of the instrument slipped into the quivering canal with an easy glide that brought squeals of ecstasy from the silvery-haired woman under the tall redhead. "Not bad-but I'd rather have that kid of yours working his over-sized cock up my twat," Berniece panted, rolling and rocking her ass. "Let me get my feet back by my ears and you fuck the tar out of me." She grabbed her toes and rolled her body into a hinged contortion, putting her bony ass high in the air as Kitty began fucking her slowly with the woman's best friend-when no stud was about.
Astonishingly, a perverted thought struck Kitty. "Berniece, have you ever been cornholed?"
"Huh? Yeah, a few times-but usually only after my pussy had been satisfied," the huffing, puffing, fucking woman moaned. The next time Kitty drew out the long dildo, she drew it out all the way, set it quickly and gored it all the way up the little, dainty woman's rectum.
"Heeeeey! Goddamn you! Jesus Christ, Kit! You got me in the shit chute!" But she kept right on rocking and fucking with her body, with all her might.
After several full strokes in her butt hole, Berniece starting wailing, "It's okay, but alternate it-fuck me a few times in the ass, then a few times up the cunt!"
It was a little awkward, but Kitty found a routine that permitted her to fuck front hole, back hole alternately without missing too many strokes.
"I'm gonna have me an asshole and a cunny cum all at the same time," Berniece yelled in a frenzied tone. "But don't ask me to give that fuckin' dildo a blow-job!"
On his way back to Berniece Kramer's place, Skip fumbled for words to tell Kitty he had met a couple of boys and they were coming over about dark. Hadn't she mentioned his finding a young kid to do it with her?
Even if she wasn't pleased, it would, maybe, stop her from asking what he had done during the day and wouldn't get him caught up and made suspect and get him to admit he had done it with the cute Stephanie.
And he walked right into the trailer and caught Kitty and Bea giggly and wrestling naked on the bed in back. In amazement, he strode to the back and was standing over them before they even noticed his presence.
"Good God!" Kitty gasped, turning redder than ever from being romping between the older woman's updrawn thighs. "Skip!" Flustered for a minute, she lay atop Berniece, then heaved back, the slippery dildo sliding out of Bea's gaping snatch.
"Want to take over, Skip?" Berniece chortled, turning slightly so she was showing him her red-flushed gash. "I even got that thing up my butt."
Kitty put a hand on Bea's slot and pressed the thick lips together. "You keep talking like that, and I'll shove it back up there again."
She turned to Skip and patted his prominent sex lump. "Well, get your duds off and throw the meat to her, Honey."
Skip shook his head negatively. "I don't want to-right now."
"Come on!" Kitty said, a tone of authority in her voice. "Get naked and screw her." And she undid his pants and pushed them down. "You been playing with yourself? Geez, your cock is big!" As she unbuttoned his shirt, she jacked him off crudely and his meat lurched to full erection.
"That's a goofy-looking thing," Skip said, staring at the wobbling dildo attached to Kitty's crotch.
"Oh, hey!" Kitty chirped, getting his shoes and pants off. "I got an idea!" Wiggling her hips, she got out of the harness and fitted it to Skip's body. "A two-pronged cocksman for you, Bea!"
"You're insane, Kit Marman!" Berniece squealed, head raised gawking between her oddly shaped tits at the impossible dildo and Skip's immense hard-on.
Kitty pushed Skip toward her and the bed. "You think so, do you? Well, get on your gut and I'll show you-Skip and I'll show you. Skip, let me grease that gadget with Vaseline, then mount her rear end!"
"It won't work," Berniece protested mildly, but she flopped over, knees on the edge of the bed, her skinny ass pushed back, offered for sacrifice or fucking-or both.
"Get behind her, Skip. I'm gonna sit on her head so she can't crawl away from you. And I can still lean over her and set you up for both her holes," Kitty chortled.
"Get off my hair!" Berniece wailed, getting her long hair from under Kitty's knees and shanks.
"That is my pussy," Bea said in a tone of confession, feeling the head of Skip's prick as Kitty inched it into her vulva, set it at her steaming entry. "Oooohhh, Goddamn! That IS my tortured little asshole!"
"Shove, Skip, my big-cocked, double-donged lover," Kitty panted, more from lascivious passion than exertion. "Rip 'em to her-asshole and hot snatch!"
He remembered the difficulty of penetrating the older woman the night before, took her by the flanks and hip bones and shoved hard with his hips.
Bea's ass reared as both tools hit her-one the boy's immense flesh, the other the phony prick. She squalled in surprise as she took three inches of each. Both channels fluttered wildly as he bored into her with steady pressure. His eyes were wide and staring as he watched the black phallus disappear, felt his own cock vanish into the fiery, liquid twat below it
"Can you fuck her in both holes, Skip?" Kitty breathed lustfully, leaning her head over Berniece's trembling ass to watch his progress. "By God, I believe so! Look at her asshole pucker around the diddleydildo!"
She groped under Berniece's belly. "By golly! She's taking your cock up her snatch! You're fucking your cock into her cunt. Hey! She almost has all of your prick! Come on, Skip, give her some hunches, I want to feel your cock fucking her while I watch you shaft the thing in and out of her butt."
Berniece began grunting and wailing as Skip began cramming both of her holes full of fucking. "For Christ's sake, get off my head, Kit, you're smothering me. Your pussy smells good, but I'd rather eat it than sniff it all afternoon."
Berniece sighed with relief as the tall redhead unstraddled her. "Hell, I ain't goin' anywhere, this is soft of on the fantastic side." And she began foisting her lewd ass back at Skip's rhythmic fuck-hunches.
"Whoever heard of being fucked and cornholed at the same time?" Bea gasped, fucking her body back and forth as Skip threw the meat and the dildo into her steaming, snuckling passages. "Just keep it up, Kid, and I'll blast both holes and blow your balls off!" Berniece wailed, her wanton lust reaching a boiling temperature.
Kitty squatted on her haunches behind Skip's fucklurching ass and caressed his dangling balls with the tips of fingers of both hands. "Ooooohhhh, beautiful," she crooned, feeling a little envious as she watched her friend get both love-holes crammed.
"All you need, Berniece," Kitty gasped, "Is a stud pouring prick into your panting, cock-loving mouth."
"Find me one in a hurry," Bea sniffled, "and I'll take it. But you better hurry; I'm about to have me an asshole-cum and a pussy-orgasm." Her bowels were churning delectably and her snatch was starting to boom-bang-boom as Skip grunted and roared into her elastic body.
Kitty's cunt began pop-pop-popping just from watching Skip ream both holes of the whimpering woman under him. She scooted forward and held his balls so she could lick them. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could and stuffed his roiling nuts inside.
Skip bawled loudly, fucking as fast as he could make his bare ass fly and flushed Berniece's clutching pussy full of jizz. She screamed in ecstasy when the first gush of cum sprayed her innards and kept on as her own double-orgasm cascaded around the buried prick and dildo deep in her cunt and asshole.
CHAPTER NINE
With his cock still socked away in Berniece's pussy and the dildo stabbed far into her ass, Skip told Kitty that he had met the two boys and they would be around about dark.
"Hunh?" Berniece said stupidly, still wallowing pleasurably in her double-climax.
"Wonderful, Darling," Kitty murmured, continuing to suck lovingly on his balls. "You got them just for Bea and me? Then you won't be here after we get started? Of course, you don't mind if I get my jollies with a prick other than yours? Of course not! We'll have all summer to play sexy games. Thank you so much, Skip."
"What's that he said?" Berniece wheezed, gently rolling her asshole and pussy on her twin-impalement.
"Skip encountered a couple of boys to fuck around with us tonight," Kitty explained. "And Skip said they are from the Tri-Cities area and leave tomorrow-so we don't have to worry-about their talking."
Kitty and Berniece decided that Kitty would set the strange boys at ease down at her trailer, then bring them to the house. There, they would take them to Bea's bedroom. Kitty discarded the hot pants with the split in the crotch and the cut-out bra for a mini-dress that barely covered her pelvis.
When the boys arrived, shortly after dark, she was momentarily disconcerted and drew Skip aside. "What is this, Skip? So, your form of a joke, huh? Well, I'll go along; the joke will be on you. You just think how you're gong to feel, fucking a gal who's been fucked by a black boy."
The two brothers, sixteen and seventeen, weren't ill-at-ease at all. In fact, when they noticed Kitty drinking a gin and ginger ale they asked for drinks, too.
The redhead's temperature soared when the two tall, lean youths settled on the ground in front of her, made no bones about trying to see up under the almost non-existent dress tail. After a moment of embarrassment, she let them. And not too casually, either. She sat in her webbed chair, legs uncrossed, thighs slack and they could get a dim view of her robust pussy with its heavy flounce of red wool.
And neither of the boys seemed to notice when Kitty winked at Skip and he melted away into the darkness.
"You guys-Dave and William?-getting your eyes full?" she smirked, pouting her lips, making her eyes peer at them innocently. "Whatcha looking at, anyway?"
"Your red-haired pussy," the older one grinned. That was David.
"Hah! What do you kids know about pussy?" Kitty retorted, reddening under their intent, carnal gazes. "I bet you never even saw a naked woman or had your gizmos in one."
"I call that bet," William leered, licking his lips.
"Well, have a good look, then," she said throatily, spreading her legs wide, using the fingers of her free hand to comb aside the crisp tendrils of red pussy hair and parting the thick outer lips of her rose-red vulva blossom.
"Yeeeeaaaaaah, man!" they echoed and leaned forward, their cheeks against her knees staring at her exposed gash and sniffing like hot animals at the musky fragrance of her fuck-ready snatch.
"Aaaaahhhh, shucks," one said when she clamped her thighs together and pressed the shirt skirt over her Venus mound.
"Well, let's go up to the house," Kitty said. "There's another woman with a red-hot cunt and we'll have a balling good time." She led the way up the graveled pathway onto the back porch.
"Bea?" she called softly, knocking on the screen door.
"Come in. Steve's off some place. Left a note she wouldn't be back 'til about midnight. We have a lot of time," Berniece said. Then she scowled, peering at Kitty questioningly when she noticed their visitors were black. "Negroes?" she whispered. "I don't know, Kit," she wavered, then moved back to let them all in the house, the flowing, ankle-length robe billowing about her thin body.
"It'll be okay and fun," Kitty reassured, boldly squeezing Dave's bulge as the boys moved on into the kitchen. "They assure me they know all about women-and they've both seen my pussy-had a good look and are hot to trot."
Berniece brought drinks. "Yeah, I bet they do," she said sulkily.
"We do," William said solemnly. "We both fucked a few women and girls."
The boys sensed a pairing off. William sat cross-legged in front of Berniece and David sprawled before Kitty, eyes riveted to her crotch.
"Bet you ain't even got a snatch," Dave said mockingly to Bea. "Otherwise, why you wearin' that old A-rab robe thing? You ain't got a pussy and you keep covered up so nobody will suspect."
"Poof," Bea said scornfully. "And I bet you ain't got enough pecker hardly to pee through."
"Sheeet," David said, nudging his brother. "Let's show 'em, Bill." And the boys unzipped their pants and extracted just the heads of their penises. Both women got glimpses of dark meat and thick phallus skin.
"Go on, take off your clothes and let us see if you're men or little bitty kids," Kitty taunted them. "If you don't," she pressed her legs over her seething sex. "I won't let you look at my twattie."
There was a brief uncertainty, but the two boys stood up, pitched away their shirts, balanced on one leg to remove their shoes, then slowly dropped their pants, keeping their undershorts on.
"Goddamn it!" Kitty snorted, setting down her glass and coming to her feet. She yanked down Dave's skivvies and grabbed a handful of his cock and black balls.
Seeing his brother naked, William finished stripping and moved next to Bea's armchair, presenting his genitals for her inspection and loving care, if she would.
Kitty stared hungrily at the hunk of tubular meat that was growing rapidly in her squeezing hand as she slowly jacked off the colored boy. When she guessed he was about half-hard, she dropped his cock, patted his high-lifted balls. "Get down on your knees," she said tersely, leaning back in the chair, folding her legs over the arms and scooting her bottom to the edge of the seat.
"Can't fuck off my knees like this," David protested.
"You won't get a fuck at all, unless you eat my pussy first," she snapped, beckoning him to get his face on her snathe.
"You think I ain't et pussy hair-pie before, you're crazy, white split-tail," David grinned, his hands caressing the tensed inner planes of her satiny thighs. He blew his breath in her gaping trough, took a deep breath and licked his long, reddish tongue from her asshole to her clit.
"Aaaah-aaaaah-aaaaaahhhhhhh," Kitty sighed, whimpering softly, her ass bucking at the slow, tantalizing sweep of his coarse tongue in her slippery gash.
"Lick your tongue up in my pussy," she pleaded, putting a hand on the coarse hair of his Afro. "I believe you have sucked and licked out pussy before," she whispered, narrowed eyes peering unwaveringly as he diddled his tongue in her hot, moist cove, then sucked his lips around her unsheathed, distended clit.
Kitty glanced numbly at Berniece who was staring stonily at her friend and the black kid eating her snatch. "Oh, crap," Berniece muttered, getting to her feet and stripping the voluminous robe off over her head.
"Get your face in there, Kid, and eat my old twat. Get me good and aroused and I'll see how good you are at the game of fucking a cunt," she glared at him. She flopped back in the chair and presented her recently gored pussy to him.
"Your jugs are shaped crazy," the younger boy said, grabbing one of the long, tapering cones in each hand as he dashed his face in between her sprawled legs and slurped loudly on her gaping furrow.
Berniece wailed plaintively, feeling captivated by the experitise of the young tongue devouring her long, deep rut and dipping enticingly into her smoking cunt. "You suck and lick cunt really fine," she muttered, feeling dizzy with carnal pleasure.
Kitty watched Bea having her cunt eaten for a minute, then laid her head back and focused her senses on the enchanting forbidden pleasure of having her cunt sucked, her butt hole licked, her clit tickled. Lewd thoughts and desires drifted aimlessly through her mind. She wished she could see how big his cock was getting as he mouthed her pussy. She wished they were in such a position she could take it in her hand, love it, jack him off.
Only hazily could she hear Bea sobbing and whining and begging just a few feet away. Sooooo heavenly, having her pussy tongue-loved and sucked. Dreamily, she thought that if he continued eating her, she would give some consideration to going down on him and giving him a blow-job. How would Skip like that, kissing her and knowing she had sucked off a big, black cock?
"CUUUUMMMMING!" Berniece screamed shrilly. And Kitty thought, me, too, in a minute. She had both hands on David's head, holding his face securely in her fluttering slot, his nose nudging her burning clitoris.
"Lick me fast," Kitty whispered ardently. "Fast, Dave, lick my cunt fast and stick your wonderful tongue up my hole. I'm gonna cum on your mouth. Ooooohhhh, please, suck me good in the cunt-then we'll go back in Bea's bedroom and I'll treat you really nice. HUUUUURRRRRY!" she begged, her ass bouncing uncontrollably against his sucking mouth. "Oh, God, it's good! You're doing my pussy good. I'll let you fuck my twat-I may even go down on you and suck your cock for you!"
She had a sensation her cunt was gushing and flowing as the boy swizzled his tongue as far into her spasming vagina as he could. He kept on eating out her delicious pussy for minutes after her oral orgasm had subsided.
She glanced over at Bea as the silvery-haired woman got to her thin legs and led her companion toward the far end of the house. "Come, Honey, let's follow them to the bedroom. So we won't be disturbed and we'll all fuck and suck and have a wonderful ballllll." And she seized his rigid cock, resembling a hunk of charred stove wood protruding from his thinly haired crotch. Nice and long, she mused happily as she towed him by the prick, following the naked Bea and William. As soon as they were shut in the bedroom, she took off the mini-dress and tossed it on the dresser.
For a moment she watched Bea climb onto the bed, roll onto her back, grab her feet and offer her snatch to the eager young black who vaulted up over her and sank about eight inches of ebony prick to the black coconuts in her pussy.
On trembling legs, Kitty back to the bed, sat on the edge. "Come here, Dave," she whispered, glad Bea had turned on several lights so she could see everything that was going on. She pulled David to her, so he stood between her parted knees.
She caressed his long shaft with both hands, jacking him off, milking a droplet of clear honey from the slit in the end of the head. "Aaaaaahhhh, yessssssss," her voice came in a soft, eager, lascivious hiss. Experimentally, she licked up the tiny jewel of moisture and tasted the head of his cock with a curl of her tongue.
Bea squalled ecstatically when the lusting youngster began right off fucking her with long, frantic lunges. Kitty took a deep breath and popped the ripe plum of David's prick into a cheek and sucked ravenously on the black fruit-bulb.
She looked up into the impassive face as she cupped the cheeks of his ass. "I'm going to go down on you," she said, words slurred by the massive hunk of cock in her face. "I want you to put your hands on the back of my head-so I won't stop-and make me fuck all your prick. I want you to help me, make me swallow all your big, hard cock."
Thank God for no tonsils, she thought dazedly, her gullet jammed full of black cock. Her tongue worked nervously on the underside of the kid's prick in the crowded confines of her mouth. She shook her head from side to side, communicating to the boy that she wanted him to ease the pressure on her head so she could start fucking him off with her hot, wet mouth.
He responded positively and Kitty slowly backed her face off his long, spit-slippering prick. If her lips hadn't been stretched out of shape she would have grinned, seeing the red ring of lipstick at the very base of his rock-hard, black-glistening prick.
Vacantly, her mind acknowledged the sloshing sound of Bea's pussy as the grunting, bucking kid on top of her pumped prick into her churning cunt.
She felt him starting to cum and kept one hand on his jostling young ass and clasped his balls with the other and began to fuck her mouth back and forth on his slobber-wet prick. Each time the head of his cock nudged the curvature of her throat and slid on down, she glugged and swallowed on the tremendous knobso much better than the thickness of his cock-shaft.
"Man, white pussy, you sure know your way around giving a blow-job and sucking cock," Dave mumbled, his hips working, driving his mouth-fucking cock into her suctioning mouth, down her throat. His jizz was hot and sweet and creamy thick, gushing into her mouth at first. Then she took him all the way in so he was spraying and spewing and flooding cum down in her gulping throat.
And you 're no slouch at fucking a gal in the face, Kitty mused smugly, aware of the churning in her snatch and the itching, boring deep in her bowels. When his cock-flow was reduced to a trickle, she reluctantly removed her moth and sprawled back on the bed. "Give me your cock."
She grabbed it near the base as soon as he heaved his dark body up over her pale white one. She cocked her legs high, took a deep breath and set his monstrous knob-not at her pussy-but against her anus. "Hit me with all the power you can get behind your prick," she whined. "Drive your cock up my ass and fuck me in there for awhile. I want you to cornhole me for a time, then I'll take your cock and aim it in my pussy."
Kitty held onto his prick until he forced the immense knob inside her anus. She gasped sharply at the shock, forced her taut guts to relax. "Punch it up my butt!" she ordered. She stifled a scream as he complied, skewering her to his dangling, swinging balls in her rectum. Her bowels churned in protest before adjusting to the invasion, then loved around the in-and-out plunging prick.
"My asssshole!" Berniece screamed suddenly and Kitty knew she was now getting her butt hole reamed by the other boy's industrious, carnal cock.
"How's your fuckin', Bill?" Dave growled, drilling his cock into Kitty's hot bowels, deep up her ass.
"Man, this old cat's tight and got a nice butt hole," William puffed. "And I done cum in her three times."
"I shot a load of jizz in this white beauty's mouth and is gonna flood her pussy and her asshole at the same time," David yelled gleefully.
"Yes, you are," Kitty agreed, tossing her asshole and pussy alternately at his twin-hole goring cock.
She knew, fuzzily, what she was going to have Skip do the next time they got down to balling. She was going to put that dildo back on him and he would give her some two-hole fucking the way he had Bea. Yes, sir, she wanted some of that cornholing-fucking at the same time.
CHAPTER TEN
Excitement and a feeling akin to apprehension assailed Stephanie as she lurked in the trees and growing darkness, watching the two black youths join Kitty and Skip. Something like animal intuition told her that the two strange dark boys were going to be used by Miss Marman-but she couldn't understand the possibility her grandmother might consent to having one of the Negroes on her, in her.
She was still obsessed with the shameful thoughts of her grandma's stripping and taking on one of the black youths when she saw Skip discretely leave Kitty and the two boys. She watched as he angled toward the stream, but lingered until she saw Kitty and the two boys admitted to the house.
Then she scampered through the grove of pines to head off the lone Skip Peterson. "I see you had no trouble getting away when those two showed up," she said softly, confronting him on the seldom-used trail. "And Bea let them in the house, Skip. If they do what I bet they do, we'll have lots of time for you to do it to me again. Do you think Kitty and Grandma will really let them-fuck them?"
Skip didn't protest, in fact, even swaggered slightly when Steve moved up behind him, put his hands in his pockets, crushed her firm tits against his back and gripped his genitals. "Does your peter stay this big all the time? It sure is big," she laughed excitedly.
He led the way into a thick cluster of brush, thinking they would probably do it there. He wondered if she would complain if he wanted her to do it like dogs, with him mounting her butt from behind. "It ain't usually like this," he said, wincing as her fingers squeezed his prick and balls. "Just since I've been with Kitty."
Skip turned and reached for her, but she backed away. "I want your cock in me as bad as you do, but I'd like to go back to the house, sneak up on the porch and see what they're doing. Skip, we can peek in Grandma's bedroom window."
They clung to each other for several minutes, watching Kitty worked on by one of the boys, eating her pussy. Stephanie gasped softly when her grandmother stripped off the flowing robe and had the other kid go down on her and tongue her cunt.
As soon as the four of them traiped off to the bedroom, Skip and Steve tiptoed along the full-length porch and took up positions from the south window, standing back a few feet so the interior lights didn't fall on them. Their passions and lust mounted directly in accordance with the activities in the bedroom.
"Oooooohhhh, I don't think I could do that," Stephanie murmured heatedly, breath catching when Kitty began sucking on the kid's dark black cock.
Almost without knowing it, Skip undid the halter of Stephanie's bikini, stuffed it in his hip pocket so he could fondle and play with her hot hard titties with the turgid, slick-skinned nipples. She reciprocated by unbuttoning his pants and pushing her hand inside so she could grip the meat of his stiff cock in her nervous, excited fingers. "I wish Granny would turn this way a little bit so we could see that black boy put his cock in her. "Ooooooooo," she crooned, "listen to her whine as he began shoving his prick to her pussy!"
Skip stood as close to her lithe body as he could get, keeping a hand mauling her feverish titties while he untied the bows that held the skimpy bottom of her bikini in place. She shuddered as he tugged it from between her quivering thighs and put it in his pocket. "Do you like that?" Steve whispered, gesturing with her head at Kitty sitting on the edge of the bed, blowing the boy's long, dark cock. "I just don't believe I could do that. But, do you like having your thing sucked like that."
He swallowed painfully, nodded. "Yeah, it's good. Really feels good having a woman's mouth around my prick."
"I would think a boy would be content and satisfied, just having a girl let him get between her legs and fuck his cock in her cunny," Stephanie said a little petulantly. "At least, that's enough for me, a prick going in and out of me."
They watched until Kitty finished sucking off the dark boy, got him on her and was fucking her. Then they melted away into the mountain darkness to a grassy place in thick-growing trees that Stephanie had preselected for their night's passionate roistering.
"I think this will be better than the first time," Steve whispered, impulsively clasping Skip to her naked body, pushing down his pants and kissing him. "It won't hurt me at all this time, will it? I'm used to your cock now, ain't I? Your prick will go in me easy now when we start to fuck, won't it?"
Skip didn't answer because he wasn't sure. His cock was really big!
He pushed on her shoulders and Stephanie went to her knees in front of him, holding his pulsing cock with both hands. Daringly, she kissed the smoldering head "I can kiss it-but I don't think I'd care anything about sucking it all the way in my mouth."
She wilted onto her back, legs drawn up, knees wide to receive him. When he hesitated, she reached for him, wiggling her fingers invitingly for him to come on, get his body on hers and get busy putting his cock up her cunt so they could begin fucking.
Wantonness assaulted Skip's senses and he kicked off his pants. "Turn over, Steve," he gasped, kneeling and gawking at her exposed pussy that was lit by a random slant of moonlight through the quiet branches of the pines.
"Oh, come on, Skip," Stephanie whined. "Get on me and put your cute big cock up the hole between my legs. Why do you want me to turn over? Can you fuck me as good that way as on top of me, facing me? I like feeling your chest mashing my titties when we fuck."
"Come on, turn over," Skip was determined. "I can still do things with your titties-after I get my cock in you and start fucking."
Stephanie scowled uncertainly for a moment, then relented, turning onto her tummy. She sighed as the eager boy rubbed his palms over the saucy bowls of her twin butt mounds.
"Get up on your knees and elbows," he advised. "You sure have a pretty, roundy ass."
"Do I, Skip?" she brightened, quickly, now, getting into the position he desired, pushing her butt back at him, wiggling it. When he moved in against her bare bottom, she inquired boldly, "What can I do? What do you want me to do? Can I reach your cock and hold it right so you can put it in me?"
He didn't answer, just fumbled, groped, set the head of his cock at the entry to her hot, wet cunny.
"Uh-uh-uh-uhhhhh," she started panting even fore he put pressure on his prick; the head was still just parting the outer lips of her torrid groove.
"I ain't even tried to stick you yet," Skip laughed, boyish giggle of excitement.
The panting girl writhed slightly, eyes fluttered as Skip applied jabbing pressure with his naked ass. "I just know it won't hurt me this time," she said, not altogether convinced as she reached under her undulating tummy to feel the head of his prick stretching the flat of her vulva around his huge cockknob.
"Don't tell me it won't go, that you can't get it in me," she gasped, fingertips telling her that he was, indeed, punching the head of his cock at the entry to her sex canal. "It isn't any huger than it was the first time, and you fucked me-even broke my cherry," she said, awed that he was having difficulty the second time in getting his thick prick to spindle her skimpily haired hole.
"Yes! Hold my hips and butt like that," she said when he grasped her at the flare of her hips. "Get it in me, Skip! Please, get your cock fucked up in me; my hole is so hot and needy for it! I really, truly need your cock fucking in me."
He lunged at her cruelly with his ass and Steve squeaked in dismay as his bulb pinched, then skewered into her tight cranny. "I felt it go in-the head of your cock," she breathed roughly. "More, Skip, more!" She braced herself, keeping a hand loosely on his massive post, and taking a deep breath.
He hit her again with a harsh punch and her pussy absorbed a couple of inches of his swollen joint. "Fuck it into me!" she begged. She felt the walls of her vagina give, expanding to mold around the great knob and shape around the thick shaft.
Stephanie's back bowed upward, straightened, caved toward the grass as she panted and labored, trying to help Skip get his prick buried in her twat. When he eased off, hesitated, resting. She gritted her teeth and bucked her rounded ass back at him, forcing her dainty snatch to gobble more and more of his tusk of flesh.
"You okay, Skip? Why'd you stop? Come on, your cock's going in me. I can feel your huge prick stretching my insides, but it's sliding in my pussy-twattie."
As if hinged at the hips, she lurched and lunged her naked body back on his massive cock, forcing it into her. Her fingertips fluttered around the thick barrel, touching the lips of her pussy, admiring the way they were stretched like a fleshy washer around his blot of fuck-meat.
The pleasure her snug pussy was evoking in his gripped prick made Skip groan and his fingers dug deep into the butter-softness of the young girl's flanks. He romped forward with his ass and Stephanie whimpered with growing ecstasy.
"Golly!" she gasped, "I think you poked about a foot of your big cock up my pussy. Do it again-hard like that, Skip."
He bucked his butt and his balls plopped against her hand and she cupped them in her hand, caressing and kneading the twin pleasure-eggs. He fucked it to her again and she shuddered with his cock buried to the base up her cunt.
"Do you think my grandmother and Kitty will fuck those two black boys all night, Skip? I bet they take turns with them-you know, they'll trade back and forth with them. They'll have one fuck them, then the other. I don't think-no more than I want to suck a cock-that I'd like being fucked by those boys."
Her brazen reverie about what the two women and black boys were doing kindled added heat in her loins and she began rocking her body back and forth on the massive cock Skip was beginning to saw in and out of her, trying to loosen up her tight cunt so he could fuck her with long, smooth, gliding thrusts.
With each deep, complete penetration of her snatch, Stephanie moaned and whimpered, begging for him to hurry, fuck her faster and faster. She had drawn her knees up nearly to the gentle sway of her dangling cones so he had a full lunge at her cock-love.
When he finally established a pace, with his cock snock-snocking smoothly into her shapely body, he caressed her sides, her back, reached and glommed his hands onto her perfect melons-the ripe fruits that determined whether a girl was a tomato or just another split-tail.
Stephanie squeezed his balls tenderly to communicate her pleasure that he had decided to play with her feverish, passion-inflamed boobies. "I love that, having my breasts loved and pinched while I'm getting my cunny fucked," she gasped happily, rocking her ass back, thrusting her snatch onto his pinioning prick.
"If you had a mouthful of cock, you wouldn't talk so much and just fuck," Skip taunted her, punching prick to her pussy almost ruthlessly.
"Oh, so you don't think my cunt's enough and now you want to make me suck your cock. I don't want to do that," Stephanie said with a note of disdain.
His cock in her was feeling better than it had ever that first time he had screwed her. Steve wondered whether she would cum bang-bang if she was on her back and they were belly-to-belly while they fucked.
She wasn't going to complain, though, because getting her cunt crammed full of cock from behind was the best fun she'd ever had. And she was almost positive she would have an orgasm-just her second fuck!
She just prayed he would hold off and wouldn't jizzshoot his cock and be done before she had a chance to discover how heavenly it is for a girl to boom-bangbomb her cunny.
The torment was becoming intense now and Stephanie gritted her teeth, let her tongue wallow around in her mouth. A fine film of sweat covered her body even though the mountain chill was beginning to prevail. Oh, she wanted, so much, to climax, experience the sensations that undoubtedly caused her grandmother and Kitty Marman to give voice to anguished sounds-squallings and mewlings and sobbings and whimperings.
It was almost as if she could taste it, she thought, hurling her body back, rejoicing each time the monstrous head of Skip's prick slid past her cervix and darted like a crude spear-head toward her womb.
And it wasn't all one-sided, either. The industriously rutting naked boy mounted atop her rolling ass was whining and grunting and growling as he thudded his grotesquely swollen cock far into her contorted cunny. He was enjoying what they were doing and she could claim responsibility for making his prick feelgood-he was churning it in and out of her tight little pussy.
Steve would have liked to ask him if he was enjoying fucking her, but his obscene growls and the way his hands mauled her tender, flushed titties told her that he was.
Stephanie was acutely aware of a sudden, fleeting blast deep in her twat-way deep. An ecstasy she had never dreamed about. And she was momentarily dismayed and ejected it didn't linger. She had thought a hard climax would last and last-not just one little bolt of heavenly love-pleasure.
"Go at me," she begged Skip. "I almost made it. Pleeeeaaaaassse? Shove and ram and stab and fuck your cock up in me, Skiiiiiiiiip!" The little clap of thunder had hardly faded when her guts exploded under the impact of massive, jolting crashing lightning. She would have folded and collapsed to the cool grass if Skip hadn't had his arms under her, his hands mauling and pawing and squeezing her boobies.
He hauled her suctioning cunt back on his impaling prick-prong and his cock exploded like a skyrocket, gushing and shooting fire deep in her twat. The fuckmuscles contracted enchantingly, exquisitely on his imbedded prick and Stephanie felt faint and wooozyall except deep in her stretched-out-of-shape cunnie.
Tmmmmmmm haaaaaaaaving my cuuuuuummmmmm!" she tried to scream her delight and thrilling eestasy. But the violent tumultuousness of her orgasm took away most of her breath and she gasped for breath, not wanting to faint so she could live every vibrant second of having her pussy crashing and exploding on the marvelous prick that had dug a deep tunnel deep between her weak and trembling legs.
Right at that moment she wouldn't have cared if he had wanted to put it in her ass-or demanded she suck him off. She would have done it for him, he made her feel so bewitchingly enthralled. She would be his slave and let him cornhole her, would suck his prick, if he would just keep her hot little pussy bang-crashing on his beautiful cock!
Maybe both of those things would be fun-she had kissed his peter and it had tasted exciting and excruciatingly sweet-salty. She might consider-what was it called?-going down on him and giving him a blow-job. No, oh, no, she scowled, wondering where she had the strength to stay on her knees and elbows with his prick up her, she didn't think sucking cock was for her. It just couldn't be as delectable as having cock in her pussy, fucking her into feeling this way!
"Keep fucking me, Skip," she mewled in between little shrieks of pleasure.
After a time the ecstasy waned and Stephanie was aware her knees and elbows were tired. "If you can't fuck me again right now," she said tentatively, "why don't you take it out and let's sit here on the cool grass and just hold each other. You can play-love with my titties-and I'd like to feel you. You know, feel your cock and your big things in your funny-looking sac."
She grimaced, almost sadly, when Skip slowly worked his cock out of her, the walls collapsing back to near-normal as the head of his prick retreated. Shakily, Stephanie settled onto her bare butt, oblivious to his thick jizz seeping like butter-cream from her tingling hole, trickling out of her long, narrow gash.
She leaned against him, partly turned, her cheek to his chest, his arm around her, up under her left arm so he could palm her feverish, stinging breast, thumb and forefinger tweaking the tumescent nipple. "I like that," she whispered, a tone of love and awe in her soft voice.
She groped between his legs, found his wet, sticky cock. "I wish there was more moonlight so I could really see what I'm doing," she giggled nervously.
The grip with her right hand was sort of clumsy on his long, thick shaft. But she wanted her left hand free so she could lift his scrotum and jostle his heavy balls around in her fingers. "I think my eyes are getting used to the darkness," she murmured, "I can see the big knob on the end of your prick. Can you see me pinch the thick skin up over it, Skip? Ooooohhhh, funnylooking thing. A cock! And your balls feel like they're alive."
"They oughta, the way you're trying to mash 'em flat," Skip said, not really hurting. "And take it easy on my prick-it's been fucked a lot lately and is sort of tender.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Well, I'll just kiss it-a little bit-and hope that makes it well," Stephanie said, impulsively bending her head to his lap and giving the very tip of the head of Skip's cock a light "smmmmmmccccck."
They decided to go back to the Kramer house and see if they could peek in the bedroom and see if Bea and Kitty were still fucking and sucking the boys' peters and having their pussies licked. Cagily, they separated, just in case.
Stephanie circled around the house and Skip in the dark, sitting in the webbed chair. "Um, glad you're back, Skip. Let's go up to the house." When he frowned, she said, "Bea got a phone call from Steve's mother her brother-Steve's-broke his leg riding a motorbike and she wants Steve to come home right away!"
When they entered the house by the back door, Bea was sitting in her favorite chair-where she had been when she had first had the young Negro buck go down on her pussy. And Steve was standing beside her, waiting for more explanation as Bea poured herself a martini from the full pitcher on the table beside the chair.
"Have yourself a drink, Kit," Berniece said, turning back to the dark-haired girl who had gotten a robe from her bedroom. "Your mother wants you to come, Stephanie. Oh, Hank isn't serious, but your mother needs you to trot after him because she has to work. So don't fret, Honey."
"I can get a bus in the morning," Stephanie said.
"Well, Kit and I thought of that. But Kitty has a better idea. She and Skip are just traveling and she said she would leave the trailer here and meander down that way-to Pocatello. Your mother said if you get home by Monday-three days-that would be fine. This job she's taken starts Monday morning. See? Perfect. You beeeeehave on the way." And she glanced sternly at Steve, then at Kitty and Skip, very meaningfully.
"We can make it one day," Kitty said the next morning as the pickup and camper hummed south toward Cascade, "but we can take it easier and do it in two. I like that idea. Uuuummmmmm-hmmmmmm," she grinned, patting Skip's bare leg between the knee and his ample goodie basket as he sat between her and Stephanie. "Hmmmmm, right Steve? You know what I mean?" she turned her face toward them to grin and wink.
Stephanie blushed, looked out the passenger window. Skip stared straight ahead, saying nothing, pushing ineptly at Kitty's hand as she dexterously popped open two buttons of his shorts. "Don't," he whispered agitatedly.
"Poooof!" Kitty churkled. "Why should I? Right, Stephanie? You know what wonderful good things he's got in his pants, between his legs, don't you, Sweetie? And why the hell should I quit, Skip?" she demanded testily. "Right, Steve?" she added, trying to get her hand inside his stuffed pants.
"I don't care," Stephanie said without voice inflection, but not without emotion. She had turned her gaze back from the scenery flashing by and her eyes were drawn to Skip's gaping fly where she could see a whitish flash of Skip's engorged meat as Kitty's hand fumbled for it, trying to get it out.
"Right!" Kitty laughed. "Hey! I'm having a helluva time. Steve, you get his gadget out!"
Stephanie inhaled raggedly, deeply. She swallowed painfully. "I-no, no-nooooooo...."
"Oh, go ahead," Kitty said in chiding tone. "Go on, Steve, you can get his dingus out. Get the top button undone and open up his pants-make him push 'em down around his ankles-hell! make him take off his pants!"
"He doesn't want me-us-to do that," Stephanie said in a hushed, but interest-gaining voice.
"The hell! What do we care whether he cares? Get his pants open and off, Stevie, and let's have some fun with Skip while we travel," Kitty warbled excitedly. And she unbuttoned the man's shirt she was wearing to reveal the cut-out halter and the hot pants with the split straddle. "And Skip can suck my titties and finger-diddle me through the open crotch in my shorts. Don't worry! Let's have fun, enjoy ourselves. Get his pants off, Stephanie!"
Steve squared her shoulders, took a deep breath. Her face was solemn as she turned her head to consider Skip. "Well, what do you say, Skip? Should I do it? What Kitty says. Should I help you take off your shorts?"
His face was as red as if sunburned; a pulse pounded in the veins in his throat. Then he shrugged ever-so-slightly and he nodded his assent if he had to go through with it.
After a moment's hesitation, Stephanie reached for his groin, slipped the button at the waist and spread open his pants. And there was the bent shape of his thick cock, the head angled into his left pants leg.
"Wanta raise up so I can push down your shorts?" Stephanie said, tone bolder, now that she saw a portion of his genitalia.
When Skip put his hands on the dash and raised up, Stephanie turned in the seat and tugged his shorts from around his butt, to his ankles, letting his heavy cock and balls swing free.
"Goooooorgeous," Kitty crooned as the embarrassed, resigned boy slumped back in the seat between them. She winked at Steve who remained twisted about in the seat, partly facing her and Skip. Kitty patted Skip's cock, ran a finger along the upper crown, lifted it and let it plump back between his legs.
"You play with his cock and balls," Kitty winked at Stephanie.
"I don't think he wants me to," Stephanie said, no hint of shyness in her now as she ogled his clearly defined cock and balls that were exposed to the raw sunlight of mid-morning. "Is it all right, Skip?" Clearly, she wanted to.
Something started happening to Stephanie. She turned in the seat, facing Skip, sitting on her feet, the skirt of the dress she was wearing up above mid-thigh. The hand she reached to touch him shook, until her fingers lifted his puffed up meat.
She seemed to become oblivious to the presence of Kitty who glanced frequently at the by-play of the youngsters, smiling smugly.
"Skip?" Stephanie whispered heatedly, "Can you spread your legs open a little? I mean, quite a little." As soon as he Veed his thighs apart, Steve scooped her right hand between them and came up with a handful of husky nuts and her left hand worked lovingly on his rapidly swelling cock until he had a full hard-on.
"Geeeeeeeee!" Stephanie exhaled, her eyes glazing with lust as she clung to Skip's ripe nuts and gently jacked him off. "I never had this close of a look at your cock before, Skip."
Kitty grinned, licked her lips with the anticipation of a voyeur. She winced at the sharp pang of passion that danced and darted and flashed through her sharply contracting pussy that was wet and hot and sticky from lascivious expectation.
"Golleeeeeee, your prick is big today, Skip. I think it's bigger'n it was the first time and last night when you shoved it in me. Remember? You really had to work the first time, getting your beauuuuutiful cock in my pussy. And last night? It took you awhile to get it in me so we could fuck! Right?"
She peeled the foreskin back so the glans was completely revealed, the end pulled down so the flange was exaggerated and immensely expanded. "Uuuuummmmmm," she sniffed at the warm fragrance of his raw sex-morsel. "Remember I kissed it? Did it make it a little bit well? Remember, I actually kissed the end of your cock with my very lips?"
Kitty risked disconcerting the young girl, maybe compelling her to stop, remember where they were, what she was doing. "Kiss it again, Stephanie."
"Hmmmmmmm?" the girl mused, staring wide-eyed at the monstrous dong she held in her small fist. "Kiss it? Should I kiss the tip of your prick again, Skip?
Would you like for me to kiss the end of your thing with my lips? I will if you want me to."
Her head sank lower until her warm breath was whispering against the super-tender plum. She extended her tongue as far as she could. At the first contact she shuddered, drew her tongue in. After a fleeting contact of her lips against the very tip of his cock, Stephanie recoiled, but her gaze remained riveted on the pear-shaped raw fruit.
"Go ahead," Kitty breathed, voice barely audible. "Kiss it good, Steve; give it a sort of french kiss. Taste the wonderful flavor of his cock."
"I tasted it," the young girl retorted, voice high with tension and emotion. "Uuuummmmm?" she said as if puzzled about what to do then. With her lips just an inch from the end of his prick, her tongue slithered out, the tip flicking the point, dabbling at the gaping, unwinding eye.
Kitty felt she was coming unraveled as vicarious passion seethed in her, twisting her guts with lewd desire, swelling her breasts into the cut-outs in the flimsy harness of her breasts.
She was aching to cry out for Stephanie to go ahead and suck him, give him a blow-job. But it was exquisitely tantalizing, watching the girl's naive, yet yearning approach to sucking prick.
Skip sat hunched as if hypnotized, watching the girl's hands on his cock and his stony nuts while she danced the tip of her pink tongue over the vibrant bulb.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh," he wheezed as the friction of her tongue on the head of his cock became a sweet agony, sending needles of sharp ecstasy prickling down the shaft of his cock and into his aching balls.
Steve poked the tip of her tongue into the slanted opening and cautiously closed her lips on just the point of his prick, sucking tentatively.
"Uuuuuuummmm," she cooed, swallow saliva that flowed in her mouth. The increasing pressure of her lips caused Skip's butt to buck involuntarily. The action pushed his hard cock against her lips and Steve gripped his balls as if she were fearful he was trying to ram his solid meat into her face.
When he relaxed with a shudder, her fist relaxed and she sucked daintily on the point of hot flesh. "Uuuuuummmmm? Yesssssss. Uuuuummmyyyyyuuuuummmmm," she kind of stammered. Her lips twitched, they parted ever so lightly and she absorbed more of the head of his prick, her active tongue tasting and licking the slick-skinned tidbit.
"I think so," Stephanie muttered, her left hand gliding up and down the long, thick barrel around which she couldn't quite close her middle finger and thumb. "Yes, I think so," she repeated more confident, as if resolve and desire were building in her.
She gulped several times, swallowing hard. Her lips open and she took the entireness of the bulb of his cock, closing her lips behind the thick ridge of the corona. Her right hand petted and milked his bag of balls as she jacked him off slowly, caressingly.
The skin of her cheeks stretched taut as her jaw un hinged and she began going down on him, inch after, inch of prick vanishing into her pretty young face.
"You like sucking his cock?" Kitty asked softly, almost oblivious to driving through Donnelly and lining out the pickup toward Cascade. She held her breath, then exhaled with satisfaction as the dark-haired teenager nodded her head slightly, slurping and savoring the massive hunk of raw fuck-meat she had lodged in her mouth.
Continuing to jack him off, she started her mouth sliding up and down on the outer four inches of his Skip's prick, sucking her inner cheeks in against the slick, thick-skinned barrel of his pleasure-wand. "I luv su'in' cuck," she blubbered, gasping for breath, then resuming her first piece of oral coitus. She shuddered when Skip loosened the buttons down the back of her dress and slipped the hooks of her bra.
"Uuummmerrrrrrgggggghhhhh," she protested when Kitty laid a nervous hand on the back of her head to prevent her from coming up off the boy's cock. Then she ignored the hand on her head and continued sucking cock, her head bobbing up and down, weaving back and forth as she savored the succulent sex-flesh.
She adjusted her position until she was on her knees in the seat, her butt almost window-high. Skip noticed she was rearing up and ran a hand down her opened dress, inside her panties, lacing his fingers into the deep canyon between the hillocks of her ass. This gave her some sexy fondling and kept her butt from being exposed to anyone who might look in as they passed.
Steve was sucking cock noisily and vigorously when Kitty drove through Cascade, heading south toward Banks Canyon and Boise. She wasn't worried about passing through the capital, figuring the girl would have sated herself and spent Skip's cock-vigor before then and the three of them would be upright and proper in the cab.
Stephanie's body began convulsing and she emitted pitiful wailing, mewling sounds as she labored to consume more of Skip's jaw-stretching cock. Her passion was kindling to bonfire proportions. "Skip, can you reach under, get a finger in her pussy, finger-fuck her?" Kitty asked, taut with emotion and passion, smelling her own fragrant pussy perfume.
Skip drew his hand from the girl's butt, groped under and between her legs, inside her panties. "Aaaaaggggggggghhhhh!" Stephanie gurgled, her ass hunching coitally and Kitty knew Skip had succeeded in penetrating her snatch with a finger and she was sailing into a shattering climax. "Finger-fuck her pussy good, Skip," Kitty murmured tightly.
As her orgasm gripped her like a ravishing demon, Stephanie opened her mouth even wider, expanded her throat and gulped down another couple of inches of the boy's prodigious prick that was beginning to pulsate and tremble.
Skip whimpered in protest as her teeth raked along the tenderness of the shaft of his prick. He bounced in the seat as if trying to punch all of his cock into the girl's avid mouth, but she was doing a job on him, mouth-fucking more and more of his spit-wet cock, her tongue curling around the red-hot glans on each upstroke.
"Just wait 'til she gets her first taste of jizz," Kitty chortled. "The way she loves sucking cock, she'll never get enough blow-jobbing a lovely prick."
Skip grimaced, glancing at Kitty apprehensively. "It feels like she's trying to chew off my cock," he said anxiously. But he made no gesture to push her rampant face off his sweetly agonizing cock-meat.
Kitty laughed merrily and touseled the little girl's hair as she gobbled greedily on the long, hard hunk of cock.
"Her pussy is really pinching around my fingers," Skip explained.
"Fingers?" Kitty questioned. "You finger-diddling her with more than one?"
"Two," Skip nodded. "I got two fingers in her pussy and is it hot!"
"Aaaawwwwlllggggghhhhh!" Stephanie blubbered and Kitty knew that the first gush of Skip's jizz had flushed into her throat. The girl backed her mouth off his cock until she had just the head in her mouth. She swallowed frantically, containing and consuming the shocking flood of thick, pearly cum. "Ummmmnn! Yuuuuummmmmmy yuuuummmmmmm." she purred as the spewing of cock-juice slowly ebbed.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"I shouldn't have done that," Stephanie blurted plaintively as Kitty was pulling the rig into a sparse grove of trees near the Snake river south of Mountain home.
It had been so long since the girl had spoken, it was as if a spell had been broken and Kitty cramped the wheel so tightly the power steering squalled. "Shouldn't have done what, Steve?" she murmured, surveying the isolated area, satisfied with the mid-afternoon camp.
"I shouldn't have," Stephanie repeated, as if she hadn't heard. "I shouldn't have put my mouth on Skip's things. I shouldn't have put my lips around it and sucked his cock."
Kitty sat motionless for a minute, evaluating the girl's attitude. She didn't read any real remorse or dread in her tone. Then Kitty smiled secretively. The girl was merely assessing her action, trying to put it in perspective, perhaps justify it.
"Nonsense, Steve," she said, getting out, taking off the man's shirt on a side mirror. "You liked it, didn't you?" she said reassuringly, going to the camper to bring three bottles of cold beer. When she returned, the two youngsters were sprawled on the grass in the shade. "Didn't you like sucking Skip's nice, big, fat, hard cock?"
Stephanie took the bottle, her eyes painfully searching on Kitty's face. "That's not the thing. It's naughty, Kitty. It doesn't matter that I liked doing that-sucking his cock-or that I liked the taste and that wild sensation when it went off-shot jizz in my mouth. It just isn't right. Is it?" she added doubtfully, her dark, troubled eyes asking for denial and reassurance.
"Poof. If you liked ft, what's the matter with it?" Kitty shrugged. "I'll tell you this, I like going down on a guy's cock and sucking it 'til the cum jizzes out. So don't worry about it, Honey. Right, Skip?"
Skip nodded, tried ineffectively to close the gaping fly of his shorts that he hadn't been able to button up because his prick was swollen out of shape.
Kitty settled into an Indian-sit before the two youngsters, casually exposing herself, the thick-furred outer lips of her pussy protruding from the split in the crotch of her hot pants and her turgid nipples pooched 'way out through the cut-outs of the thin breast harness.
Slightly undernerved by the halting, well, lack of conversation, Kitty stood and went to the camper for a beer for herself, returning with a blanket she shook out on the grass and the canvass satchel she had thoughtfully taken from the trailer at Berniece's.
"You two sure are a couple of glummy-glums," she smiled, stretching out on her side, facing them, holding herself up on an elbow so she could sip the beer.
"How's your peter, Skip?" she asked slyly, pushing the satchel with the dildo toward him.
Skip frowned, recognizing the satchel. "It feels okay. What's with that thing?"
Kitty's smile was slightly smirking, smug. "Well, it's been awhile since you serviced me and my pussy is itching crazily."
"You had that-black boy," Skip said defensively.
"Sure, but his cock isn't nearly as satisfying as yours, Honey," Kitty winked, unzipping the satchel with her free hand, holding a freshly lit cigarette in fingers of the hand that supported the bottle of beer.
"Remember how you double-pronged Bea in the trailer? I'd like to try a double-cock on for size and pleasure," Kitty said, making her tone pleading, wheedling. "Won't you please give me a double-hole fucking, Skip?"
Covertly, she studied Stephanie's face when she took out the dildo with its straps and belts. The girl never changed expression as she stared at the ominous-looking tool with the formidable knob. Kitty drained the foam from the bottle, put the cigarette butt in it and tossed it to the side to be picked up later.
She rolled onto her back, drew her feet up and lifted her butt as she undid her hot pants, pushed them to her knees. "You don't mean right now, do you?" Skip asked, reluctance in his voice.
Kitty paused in toeing the skimpy garment off over her feet. "Why not? Steve, you don't mind, do you, if Skip and I engage in a little cock and cunny play? It might be interesting, watching how he gives me a screwing in my twin holes."
Stephanie tossed her head, peevishly brushed long tresses of dark hair over her shoulders. All but nude, Kitty shuffled to the girl, raised to hug her. She had buttoned up the dress, but hadn't bothered to rehook the bra and her firm, jutting breasts lolled unfettered in the bodice of her dress.
The girl arched her back when Kitty playfully rubbed her hand over the sloping crowns of her boobies, tweaked the dainty berries of the hard nipples. "I don't care," Steve said complacently, yet there was a faint glitter of curiosity in her dark eyes.
"See, Skip?" Kitty teased, reaching to shovel a hand into the gaping fly of his shorts and knead his lump of fun-meat. "Come on, take off your shorts and put on the funny pole. I'm ready for you to give me both barrels in my cummy holes."
When she pulled her hand out of his clothes, his cock came out, too, twitching and quivering like something alive. Even Stephanie giggled at the boy's faint embarrassment as his long, swollen member jerked uncontrollably.
She tossed aside her empty bottle and reached to caress the tips of her fingers down the top, tracing the big blood vein. "It-your cock-is the oddest looking thing I've ever seen," she smiled slightly at the boy's befuddlement. He weaved to the side, slightly away from her, when Steve undid the top button of his shorts.
"Your prick is getting hard and no one has hardly even touched it, Skip," Stephanie whispered, good spirits flowing into like the effect of head wine. "Why don't you go ahead and take off your pants and put on that thing and do what Kitty wants? I think it would be exciting, seeing what and how you do it to a woman with that gizmo. I don't understand how it words."
"Let me explain," Kitty said inthusiasm growing. "You see, Skip puts on this thing-a dildo-and he fucks my pussy at the same time he cornholes my butt with the fake prick. Got it?"
Stephanie shrugged. "I don't know for sure."
"Come on, Skip!" Kitty chirped, handing him the cock replica. "Get it on!"
As she helped Skip don the contraption, she said to Stephanie, "Honey, why don't you take off your panties-I'll show you how to have fun at the same time?"
"Huh?" the young girl said, but she stood, reached up under her dress and rolled the nylon skivvies down her legs, took them off and dropped them in a wad on a comer of the blanket.
"Just lie here in the middle of the blanket on your back," Kitty said, testing the adjustment of the straps and belts that held the dildo firmly just above Skip's steadily burgeoning hard-on. "That looks just dandy," Kitty chirped, finding the jar of Vaseline she had put in the satchel.
Aware of Stephanie's unblinking eyes, Kitty greased the phony cock and put a dab of the clear petroleum on the knob of Skip's prick, smeared it around with the cupped palm of her hand. "Well, I guess I'm ready to have my cunny and asshole skewered-both at once."
The lithe redhead smiled and winked reassuringly at the puzzled Stephanie when she moved into position on her hands and knees between the girl's outstretched legs. She tossed Stephanie's dress tail up around her middle and looked back over a prettily freckled shoulder at the boy who suffled in behind her to address her rear end.
"You know how, Skip," Kitty said. "You can handle both tools at once. Just set the head of your cock in my hot little pouch against my cunny-door and the point of the fake at my you-know-what-hole. Then, give 'em to me.
Skip nodded, lifting his heavy cock into place in the bottom extreme of her sex-trench. "Ah-ah-ah, yesssss," Kitty sighed, her body undulating when he aimed the tip of the dildo against her enticing anus. "Which one you going to pop inside me first?"
He didn't answer, but leaned over her rounded white butt and the point of the make-believe dick stabbed into her asshole before she could draw a deep breath in preparation for penetration. "Geeeez, God!" Kitty whimpered, her back bowing. When her back straightened out, she got the thick, lumpish head of his cock thumped into her cunt.
"Goooood goddamn," she breathed, tears coming to her blinking green eyes. Her body and legs trembled weakly and Skip hugged his arms around her thighs next to her flanks and held her steady. He hauled back on her naked body at the same time he hunched his hips, driving several inches of the two pricks into her tight, resisting holes.
"Goddamn!" Kitty swore again in a tone of disbelief as he fucked into her lithe body. He held her butt up in the air as he reamed and twisted his butt from side to side, slamming and spearing into her pussy and her tight asshole.
"Oooohhhh, Jesus, I never been pussy-fucked and asshole-cornholed at once before in my life," Kitty gasped, staring down at Stephanie's exposed love mound and sparse pubic fuzz.
Skip hunched almost savagely, driving into her body, fucking deep up her ass and her snatch. Kitty sobbed convulsively as she took him in. But she still had the acumen to pay attention to the prone girl who lay partly under her.
Even as Skip speared her butt and her cunt, she urged Stephanie to spread her legs, pull her knees up. "Get your legs over my shoulders-in Skip's face," she laughed shakily, gasping for air as his brutal fuckhunches hammered the dual cocks into her slender body.
With Stephanie's bared cunt before her, Kitty lowered her face and mopped her nose into the narrow gash. Her tongue lanced out and stabbed into the girl's dainty vulva and vagina. Stephanie wailed softly, her ass rocking upward to give Kitty her pussy.
"Oooooohhhh, God, I love this twin-hole fucking," Kitty whined.
Stephanie clawed her dress up over her breasts, pulled the loose bra cups away so she could fondle her own titties as she stared between the smooth valley at the top of Kitty's nodding head as her pussy was eaten. There was a filmy glaze over her eyes as her gaze shifted to Skip behind the lewdly kneeling woman.
His face was solemn and intent, eyes half-closed as his body rocked back and forth, plying his cock into her pussy and the attached tool up her ass.
Kitty whimpered softly, tongue digging deep into Stephanie's cunny as the pair of phalluses slugged into her closely arranged orifices. The double-impaling produced a soft, meaty sound and evoked a heady, musky aroma that permeated the air around the trio of grunting, whining sexers.
Stephanie's bare bottom lofted firmly to Kitty's face as the tall redhead glued her mouth over the girl's cove and she blew her breath up into the crawly cunt.
"Oooooohh, Jesus," Steve sobbed, "Put your tongue way up in my twattie, Kitty. I love that, love having my pussy sucked and licked," she sighed raggedly.
Each time Skip pounded into Kitty's ass and her cunt, her face was plumped snugly into Stephanie's hot, narrow sex-trough. Wanting him in deeper, Kitty drew her knees up to her breasts and pushed her keenly rounded bare rump back on his twin-spikings of her butt hole and her aching snatch.
"My God," Kitty wailed, dipping her tongue into the liquid, fiery love-hole. "I never dreamed having both places fucked at the same time could be so enchanting and exquisite."
She paused in her pussy-eating to focus her senses on the snock-snock-snocking of cock in her cunt and the fake prick in her tingling asshole.
Mentally, Kitty bit off the tendency to start screaming as the ecstasy of her double-fucking built to a pitch of excruciation akin to agony.
She yearned for Skip to bury himself in her twinging holes and let her climax, but he continued fucking away at her rear end, unaware she was soaring into an orgasm that seemed to shatter her senses and very sanity.
Just as she thought would no longer be able to cope with the double-fucking she was undergoing, Stephanie began wailing plaintively, her body writhig. Kitty slithered her tongue as far into the clutching little fuck-hole as it would go and she reached to cup her hands over Steve's feverish, hard tits as if that would keep the agonizing girl from crawling away on her back to escape the sweet misery of exploding orgasm deep in her fluttering cunny.
Dully, Kitty wished Skip could shoot jizz in her asshole as well as her pussy when he ejaculated; that would make her hot sexing twice as pleasurable. Her innards seemed to be shattering as if a bomb were going off in both holes and she wondered how she could continue enduring the hard, relentless poundings up her ass and pussy.
In spite of herself, the deep, strong muscles in her butt gripped at the rubbery instrument being injected into her bowels. Each clutching of her sphincters threatened to send her into a madness of screaming and sobbing. Tears trickled from her eyes, flowed into Stephanie's pussy-smile, washed around the tiny thorn of her clit and mingled with the cunt juice Kitty was lapping up with increased eagerness.
"God, oh, God, Skip, fuck me deep and fast," she hollered, voice muffled by the folds of pussy flesh around her mouth as she sensed the kid increasing his tempo, racing toward his climax.
Kitty relinquished herself to his intense fucking, anticipating the carnal glory of having her aching front hole jizzed full of his thick man-sap.
Even though she knew what to expect the first gush of cum hit her like a bolt of lightning and she shouted with a tone of consternation, envisioning flames erupting in her pussy and asshole around his deeply imbedded sex-tools.
Above her head, Stephanie was weeping softly and her hands were crushing Kitty's hands onto her tingling, stinging boobs. She could feel muscles spasming in the lean, tapering thighs that crowded against her flushed cheeks.
So fabulous, Kitty thought dizzily, all three of them blasting out their orgasms at the same time. She felt a sense of pity for all the men and women in the world who didn't or couldn't cum together when they got belly-to-belly, fucking.
But her mind couldn't linger on the misfortunes of others because her senses were focused on the thrilling explosions tearing up her bowels and her snatch. She was grateful that Skip was satisfied to shove the dildo far up her ass and his prick to the balls in her pussy instead of persisting in hunching his hips and fucking her while he shot his wad of cum into her throbbing cunny.
It was so much more satisfying to have a cock socked into her, soaking and throbbing as it flushed her insides full of molten jizz. The delectable ache in her guts drew the strength from her and she slowly collapsed to a flat prone position. Skip followed her down onto the blanket, keeping his cock in her snatch and the dildo up her ass.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Standing over her son, Gina Wallace could see signs of grogginess in his eyes from the sleeping pill and pain pill. "I guess I better give you a sponge bath, Hank," she said, smiling ruefully. "How do you feel about that? I haven't given you a bath since you were three or four."
His smile was wane, sleepy, "I guess I can stand it if you can."
"It was bad enough breaking your leg, but why did you have to skin your hands so badly you can't wash yourself?" his mother frowned, her long, gaunt face pleasant in spite of its near ugliness.
"Just good luck, I guess," Hank murmured, eyes vague as she brought in a dishpan of warm water and set it on a chair beside the bed. "You mean you're going to wash all of me?"
The tall woman with heavy breasts bulging the front of the ankle-length chenille robe nodded soberly. Yes, all of you, sonny-boy, she mused nervously. She hadn't seen him naked since he was a little kid, but the rounded tenting of the sheet and light blanket supplied plenty of evidence he was going to be hung like his darned father.
He isn't out, she observed, but he's near enough he won't remember much. She smiled as she wondered how Stephanie would react to giving her brother a bath. The poor girl would probably faint from the sight of a pecker-even a soft one.
"Oh, well, here goes," she said in a hushed tone as she gently drew away the covers to expose her son, naked except for the thick bandages on his hands and the cast that reached the right knee. She didn't know why, after all the years of being a nurse, that the sight of a naked male gave her hot flashes. And Hank is hung, she noted, staring at the limp penis hanging slack between his legs. And big gonads, too, she calculated. A big-cocked, heavy-balled skinny bastard, she thought fondly, wetting a washcloth, turning him onto his side so he could wash his back. Her hand shook and he moaned drowsily as she ran the warm, wet cloth into the tight pinch of his butt.
She blotted his skin dry with a fluffy white towel and rolled him back. His eyes fluttered vaguely as she washed his chest, his belly. "Go to sleep," Gina murmured, staring at his limber peter and nice set of nuts.
His peter twitched and his balls lifted as she ran the cloth over his groin, down his thighs. Then she paused, a tightness in her throat, hands shaking. "You asleep?" she asked tersely, licked her lips nervously when there was no response. "Okay, here goes." She lifted his peter with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand, peeled the foreskin back.
"God, I haven't seen such a young prick in ages," she muttered, soaping his cock and balls lavishly. Her vision glazed as she dropped the washcloth in the pan of water, aware her hand was slippery-sliding up and down the length of his meat. She knew she was starting to jack him off, but told herself she was merely getting him good and clean, the suds heavy and thick and rich on her fist. And it was very obvious, in his sleep, he was responding to her lascivious touch. He was getting hard and Gina drew an erratic breath. Would it be so wrong, if no one ever knew but her?
She released his cock and stared at the rigid member lieing all soaping and gorgeous on his hair-free groin, the head reaching a good ways toward his belly button.
"If not one should ever know, would it be so horrible?" she whispered, wringing out the washcloth and clearing up the suds. "Amazing how a kid will stay hard even when his pecker isn't being touched or played with," she sighed, fingers twitching with a yearning. "Oh, what the hell-I'll just play with it a little bit."
She knelt beside the bed and lifted his big, fleshy bone with her left hand and cradled his bag of goodies in the palm of her right. "Damn, he's got a double handful of cock and a big sac of stonies." With a flush of heat in her body, she ran her hand down his pole, pulling back the skin to expose the full glans She wondered absently whether Hank had had the opportunity yet to dip his pecker in a girl's twat. From what she had heard about many of the girls in the Pocatello region, it was entirely possible.
She tried to conjure up a vision of her son riding between a girl's willng thighs. Maybe sucked? she mused. She had heard a lot of girls, afraid of getting into trouble would go down on their boy friends instead of letting them fuck them.
Yes, she had heard that a lot of girls got their jollies from sucking cock. Well, it was fun, especially the way she and her ex-husband used to go about their 69'ing escapades. And the taste of cock wasn't to be poopooed. She kneaded her son's balls gently and again picked up his hard cock. About eight inches-a little less-she estimated. A nice, tasty-sized prick.
I better stop jacking him off, she frowned, eyes glittering, or I'll have another mess to clean up and have to wash him down again. Down? Go down on him? Do I dare? How would I feel afterwards? Guilty over having given my own son a blow-job? Why should I feel remorseful about sucking off my own boy? He's asleep with that darned pill and I wouldn't have to worry about it having a bad effect on him. Maybe just a little suck, she pouted. Just a suck and a taste of the head of his beautiful prick.
How could a horse-faced cow like me have such a handsome boy and pretty daughter? She smiled, leaning over Hank and staring reflectively at the big, purplish bulb of cock in her anxious fist.
"Just a little suckee-tastee?" Gina whined, crushing her big, fat tits against the side of the bed as she pushed her long, thin face to within inches of the hot, stony prick in her grasp. "Just a little suck?" She pushed her tongue through tight, pale lips and flecked the tip over the feverish head.
"Uuuuuummmmm!" she gasped, curling and licking her tongue around the plump knob. "Uuuuummmmhmmmmmmm," she crooned, opening her mouth slightly and savoring a portion of the point of his rocky cock. "Gooooood!"
Her shoulders shook as control and restraint deserted her and she gobbled in the complete head of his prick, savoring it greedily. And she knew, then, she couldn't stop. Hank moaned in his drug-induced sleep and his mother squeezed his quivering balls, she knew, unconsciously, she couldn't stop with taking a little taste of his prick. It had to be, with her, all or none.
A carnal fever began raging inside her and she tore at her clothes, keeping the pulsating knob of the boy's cock lodged in her mouth. She released it only long enough to strip the nightgown off over her head. With a deparved, obsessed whimper, she climbed clumsily onto the bed, the head of his cock back in her mouth. She hunkered lewdly between his legs, mindful of the cast, cupped his balls in both hands and slowly, hungrilly sank her mouth down on his column of flesh, pausing at intervals to adjust to the gougingof prick in her throat.
"Uuuuummmm-yuuummmmm," she cooed, slobering noisily as she sucked voraciously and began fucking him full-length with her hot lips, busy tongue and throat muscles. The taste of cock, washed or sort of sweet-salty, always produced a sexual wildness in her, Gina reflected truthfully. Hazily, she wondered whether she would be able to resist sucking-even fucking-her son, now that she had surrendered to the obscene whim to give him a blow-job.
Gina had a hazy vision of how she must look, a tall, rangy woman with big tits, almost skinny body, lean butt and long, heavy hams poised like some kind of ludicrous frog between a kid's legs, sucking cock as if she had her mouth on an air stem, blowing up a balloon in the shape of a young man.
Jesus, I must be crazy, she fretted. She nodded her head, moving her suctioning mouth around on the still-expanding prick, Yeah, I'm crazy, nuts about eating cock and playing with a pretty set of hot, hard balls.
Mentally, she calculated it wasn't quite noon. She started sucking cock, mouth-fucking it furiously. Then she slacked off to a slow, pleasurable pace, remembering she had plenty of time to gorge herself on her son's elegant, hard cock. She didn't expect Steve home until evening at the earliest and possibly not until sometime the next day. That would be Sunday. Yes, she had all the leisure time she wanted to slurp this handsome, tasty prick-even steal some fucking of her cunt on it, if she convinced herself it was okay. And why not? She wasn't blowing it, wasn't she?
Gina gulped, sighed heartily, smelling the warm, musky fragrance of her blazing pussy. She shoveled a hand into her thick-lipped groove and snaked a finger into her slushy snatch. "Aaaarrrrrggggggg," she growled passionately, her free hand mauling a ponderous breast. She nudged her half-inch-long clit and shivered into a shuddering orgasm.
"Aaaaaaaawwwwwwwkkkkkkk," she gurgled, completely devouring her boy's fully swollen cock. With her mouth and gullet crammed full of hot, throbbing prick, Gina began humming silently to make her throat muscles vibrate on Hank's cum-bloated cock. She crimped her lips on the thick barrel when her son moaned raggedly in his sleep.
Gina gloried in the mental impression she was a big, predatory animal atop her downed prey, eating it up, attacking the most desirable flesh. She growled joyously, shook her head, wobbling her mouth on the massive post of sex-meat. The animalistic impression was intensifed when her long, grey-streaked, stringy black hair touseled around her face. She milked on Hank's full sac of nut-meat with both hands, goading him, almost daring him to go ahead and unleash a torrent of pearly jizz into her ready mouth that was sucking with a kind of depraved anticipation.
God, she thought, she had tasted hot jizz had it gushing into her face in a long, long time. The walls of her passion-glazed snatch closed on her jabbing finger and she felt sweetly faint as her orgasm was renewed.
A deep tremor that seemed to start in the boy's rockhard balls and vibrate along the thick shaft. Gina knew from the experience of fucking and sucking prick for twenty years, since her first oral piece when she was only sixteen, the same age as her son now, that Hank was on the verge of a furious spouting of delicious jizz.
She swallowed on his cock, wanting the first gush deep in her gullet. "Aaaaaaaawwwwggggggg," she croaked mutedly as the initial spewing of semen flooded her tonzil zone. Slowly, she backed her mouth off his prick, devouring each spray of jizz as it erupted from the delectable knob that adorned her son's prick.
Keeping her mouth wide open, she lifted her face, a hand jacking off the boy, letting his spurting jizz shoot three inches through the air into her mouth.
His creamy juice splattered against her lips, teeth and that which she didn't capture dripped stickly onto her closed fist, trickled over her fingers, coating his thick prick and glazing his up-rolled nuts.
As soon as Hank's cock ceased spurting cum, his mother extended her tongue and licked his luscious sap from the knob, from her fingers, off the barrel of his prick. Purring contentedly, she lapped his balls, cleaning the thick gobs of jizz until there was none remaining.
"Oooooh, my god," Gina moaned, curling her tongue around the head of her boy's rigid joint. "Christ, it's been so long since I had a taste of prick, I've almost forgotten how scrumptuous it is to suck the jizz out of one."
Gina became more and more keenly aware of a famished squirming deep in her womb, that she had three or four fingers crammed inside her quivering twat. "Do I dare? Should I? I need it so much; I need a cock up me, fucking me into heaven."
She continued jacking off her boy, keeping his cock hard while she tried to make up her mind. That she had decided was expressed with a soft, whimpering sob. She straightened, both hands working on the long, thick white youthful cock. Careful of the leg in a cast, she straddled the kid with an agility that was surprising for a woman her size.
Gina lifted her big, broad ass high, set the point of Hank's cock in her long, deep furrow and brought her pussy down on his cunt-lancer. "Oh! Gooooooood God!" she wailed shrilly, taking his cock up into her cunt.
With her back stiff and bowed, her heavy, ponderous tits swinging, Gina began moving, hinged only at the knees as she raised, lowered her big butt, fucking away at Hank's fertile young prick. Her deep snatch seeped hot sex-oil around the prick she was pistoning into her torrid fuck-chamber.
Her snuckling, extremely squishy pussy smacked and squoshed on the delectable hunk of sex-sausage. Gina sniffed gratefully, savoring the wild, meaty fragrance of blended cock and cunt. "Love it," she intoned raggedly, her hands holding her big white jugs as she rode up and down on the young prick that her completely spindled up between her heavy legs.
"I just can't get enough fuckin'," she whimpered, tone deep and laden with sexual torment. The bed hummed and creaked as she rode the valiant young prick with long strokes of her grateful, fluttering pussy.
She had had bigger cocks and smaller ones, and was always amazed how the walls of her cunt never failed to mold around the bulbs and shafts and she got her jollies just as well from a peter four inches long as one ten inches.
Gina was approaching a tempestuous climax, but tried to ignore it, continued to fuck her tall body up and down on the prick held perpendicular by her possessive pussy-canal. But when the throes of orgasm finally overtook her, she settled her big bottom onto her son's body, big buttocks crushed against his thighs.
She yelp-yelped as if in misery, contracting her fuck-muscles and milking his deeply imbedded cock, milking him into cumming torrent after torrent of cum up into her deep, boiling sex-well.
Dimly, she became aware that her son's eyes were open and he was staring at her. She frowned and reached to cover his eyes with a hand. "Don't look at me sitting naked on you with your nice cock in me between my legs. Just don't look; I'll be done in a little bit, as soon as your beautiful, long prick stops shooting my pussy full of jizz."
In a little while, her climax faded. She kept a hand over her boy's eyes as she carefully climbed off him. Worshipfully, she bent over him and lovingly, meticulously licked away all traces and odors of hot cock and cunny.
"Turn your face to the wall," she said tenderly. "Don't watch me leave." She smiled tentatively, laughed softly. "I just ain't quite used to fucking my own son and giving him a blow job and ain't ready to have him see me swaggering around naked, thoroughly fucked."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The three of them had just finished a nude swim by moonlight in a quiet eddy of the Snake River and were relaxing on the blanket beside the pickup. Stephanie lay on her side, her cheek on Skip's thigh. Almost lazily, she played with his prick, jacking him off slowly for a bit, then skinning him back and studying the dark glans, tracing a finger behind the thick flange of the corona.
"You know," she said casually, moving her face closer so she could lick the tip of her tongue over the fat head, "my brother, Hank, has a big prick, but not as big as yours, Skip."
"Is that so? How do you know?" Kitty challenged, leaning to her right so she could caress the girl's long, silky legs and doodle a finger in the girl's dainty, tight pussy crease.
"I've seen Hank's peter," she said. "He was doing the same to it as I'm doing to Skip's right now. Oh, not licking it, jacking off. He sure had a funny expression when his jizz squirted out."
Kitty stared curiously at the girl. "Is that all you ever saw of your brother's tool?"
Stephanie was silent, as if she hadn't heard, occupying herself by sucking on the firm knob of Skip's prick as if it were an elaborate lollipop. "That's all-just saw him jacking off-a few times."
"He never got you, put his prick in you?" Kitty pursued, stretching so she could finger-fuck the shapely young girl. Steve moaned in benign protest when Kitty opened up her butt moons and probed a finger against her dainty anus.
"I told you I just saw him play with his pecker. Skip got my cherry, I told you that," Stephanie said idly, again taking the plump head of the boy's prick into her cheek.
An impatience to see more action than just the girl casually sucking and gnawing on Skip's prick was getting Kitty steamed up and she moved closer to the girl, finger-fucking her rapidly to confuse her attention and deftly reamed a finger into her asshole.
"Heeeey! Ouch!" Stephanie yelped, then relaxed by degrees, tolerating the twin-hole fingering.
"Are you just going to lie there this evening, satisfied to suck Skip's cock?" Kitty demanded, . squinting in the darkness to see how much prick she was taking in her mouth, see if getting finger-fucked had any effect on her.
"What do you want, Kitty?" Stephanie taunted, "You want to watch him screw me? I don't care if you watch, if Skip feels like shoving his peter in me. I like being fucked and I'm still hot down there, between by legs from watching him give it to you in both holes at the same time. Skip? Do you want to fuckee me so Kitty can watch?"
For an answer, Skip pushed Steve down on the blanket, on her back.
Immediately, Stephanie drew her feet up, legs folded, knees far apart to let Skip at her crotch. She obliged him by parting her lips and opening up her pussy, then taking his cock just back of the head and placing it firmly at her entry.
"Darned big," she moaned, "take it easy and don't try to shove all your cock in me with one push. Just start it and take it easy and I know I'll like it and it'll be more fun than ever, having you fuck me."
Her face winced, but her eyes never blinked all the time the boy was toiling above her, working his long, grotesquely thick prick into her tight cove.
She never cried out, but the writhing of her body made it evident she was under a strain, taking his monstrous dong into her tiny twat. Skip whimpered as his prick-head was pinched and a faint, smug smile flitted across the girl's pale lips.
Stephanie yipped very softly when he gave her the final inch with a sharp hunch of his hips. "Okay, Kitty? You getting an eyeful, watching him push his prick in me, between my legs?"
"Yes, Baby, and I'd like to see him rupture your little virgin butt hole with his hunk of meat," Kitty chirped.
"I bet I can take it-if you can," Steve retorted, starting to roll her ass as Skip began a slow tempo of fucking her. Her eyes glittered as she watched Kitty take the dildo from the satchel, grease it methodically. "Heck, I'm pretty sure I can take that thing in my butt-it's not nearly as big as Skip's cock."
"We shall see," Kitty chuckled, squatting behind Skip. "Get your feet up in the air so I can find your ass. That's good!" She lifted the boy's dangling, swinging balls out of the way, set the tip of the fake prick and slowly eased it all the way into the girl's bowels.
"See?" Stephanie gasped. "I told you. I got all that funny-looking prick-thing in me, haven't I?"
"You sure have, Honey," Kitty replied, seizing it and used her hand to cornhole-f uck it in and out of the girl's rectum at the same speed Skip was fucking his prick in and out of her pussy. "I bet I'd like to fuck your brother," Kitty panted, aware her pussy was oozing honey as her own wanton lust intensified.
"He'd probably let you," Steve retorted, "as much as he likes to play with his cock, beat it 'til it squirts. Why don't you ask him when we get to Pocatello, ask him if he'd like to screw his prick in your cunt?"
"I just may do that, sass-box," Kitty chortled, enchanted at watching the dildo ream her butt hole while Skip pounded cock into her twat.
After a time, Kitty's arm tired and she was content to ram the tool all the way into Stephanie's guts and watch Skip plowing away at her pussy with his cunt-slimed cock.
"How come you quit fucking that thing up my butt?" Stephanie complained, putting her hands on Skip's shoulders, raised her head and tried to see what Kitty was doing. "Tired, huh? Just getting your thrills by watching me get my cunt fucked full of snot-shooter."
"Why don't you hush up and concentrate on being fucked and cumming on Skip's hot fuck-rod?" Kitty challenged. "If it isn't doing anything for you, well get up and let me take your place. I could go for some hot fucking in my pussy right now."
She bided her time, watching for tell-tale signs the teenager was about to sail into orgasm. When Stephanie whimpered and moaned, she tugged out the dildo. "Put that thing back up my ass!" Steve wailed, "I want it in my asshole when I bang off my pussy!"
Kitty timed Skip's plunges. On the outstroke, she grabbed his cock at the base with both hands, shifted the head down about an inch, set it and Skip bucked his hips.
Stephanie screamed when his first gush of jizz scalded her crack; then the head of his prick entered her and she took his mammoth prick to his balls into her bowels. He fucked away furiously at her rectum for two or three minutes, shooting a torrent of cum into her guts before he finally sank it into her and held her against him, lying belly to belly.
Gina Wallace lay awake that night, hot and hard-up, contemplating the day. She had no recriminations about taking her passions out on her sixteen-year-old son, partly due, she conceded, to the fact he had exhibited no signs of resenting her lewd display. He had eaten his lunch eagerly, asking for a third glass of iced tea and if she would help him downstairs to watch afternoon television.
Supper had been serene and companionable. About nine o'clock, he had clumsily picked up his crutches and she had helped him, an arm around his waist, up to bed. He had taken a pain pill, but had spurned a sleeping pill.
Lying feverish and sexually agonizing under the sheet, the tall, gaunt woman wondered whether her son was awake or whether he was in his room in the dark, going over in his mind how it had been when she had sucked him off, then got on top of him and fucked her pussy on his marvelous prick.
Hank, indeed, was doing just that. All day he had watched his mother covertly, pretending his attention was solely on television. But he had tried to catch a glimpse up between her legs when she shuffled about in her chair across the living room as she checked and mended her nurse's uniforms.
Only once had he gotten a clear, unobstructed view of her huge, hairy patch. His breath caught when he saw she wore no panties. More than once, he had caught himself yearning to get his hands inside her robe and nightgown on her voluptuous breasts. He wondered whether she had thought about that. Why else had she not gotten dressed all the day long?
He wished, fervently, his hands weren't all skinned up and bandaged. If he couldn't have some more of her hot, liquid insides, he would have liked to jack off and relieve the pressure. Awkwardly, he thrust the sheet away with his good leg and fumbled at his pajama pants, undoing all the buttons but the one at the waist. Clumsily, he extracted his full hard-on and caressed it with bandaged fingers.
In his young, naive mind, he searched for some excuse to go into her room, check her reaction. A drink of water? Wanting something from downstairs? He wondered whether his mother was sleeping naked. His heart pounded and raced as he speculated on what his mother would do if she saw his cock protruding from the fly of his 'jama bottom. Maybe she would want to do it some more?
He didn't think she was remorseful, having doubts and second thoughts about what she had done to-with-him that morning. At least, she hadn't acted sorry-like during the day. Maybe she would welcome his going to her room and would make his prick feel as good again as that first time she had sucked him, then straddled his lean body and took his cock up in her flaming snatch.
As quietly as he could, he got out of bed, fitted the crotches to his armpits. Standing in the doorway of her room, he knew she was awake; he could see the dark sheen of her eyes in the semi-darkness.
"I couldn't sleep," he said with a tremor in his voice.
"Does your leg hurt?" Gina murmured, rising on an elbow. She could see the long rope of hard meat prodding from his pants. Not his leg, she thought, his knee; his middle knee-weenie.
"Do you want another pain pill? A drink?" She was intensely conscious of a tightness in her breast, feeling stifled, the way her luscious tits were strangled by the lacy bodice of her nightgown.
She squinted at his pale face, let her gaze flick to his handsome hard-on, saw him shake his head. No, he wants some more of what I need so much-some more fuckin' and a blow-job, she mused, straining to keep from panting with lust and wanton passion.
Casually, Gina swept the sheet from her body, saw her son's eyes got to her long legs, greatly revealed because the hem of the gown was at mid-thigh. She wondered whether he could see the dark shadow of her copious bush under the thin fabric of the gown.
"Well, you better sit on my bed, lie down, get off that leg," she said tersely, bracing a hand just above his hips as he lowered himself to her bed. "Lie back," she whispered, letting her hand rove over his bony chest, stroke down his belly. "You just lie here 'til you get sleepy and I'll help you back to your room."
"Oh, I can make it," Hank murmured, not an overt move in his body as the tips of her fingers teased along the length of his exposed shaft, returned to explore over and around the fat love-knob. "What happens when Steve gets home?" he breathed heavily.
She knew exactly what he meant; would she let him in her room again, maybe have him in her, her mouth on him some more. "Oh, I have to go to work-at least for awhile-taking care of that old lady."
"Oh, I know that," he said, an inflection of impatience in his voice, demanding she respond to what he really meant.
She couldn't bring herself to put into words that she wasn't against their fucking, but she gripped her fingers around his thick prick, trying to tell him that if they did, they would have to be awfully careful. She jacked him off slowly, a gesture of confidentiality, telling him she really liked his cock, loved having it in her hand, in her pussy, in her mouth.
"You aren't going to shoot off, are you, Hank?" his mother asked in a sandy-toned whisper. "I don't want you to cum in my hand and mess up my bed."
"I don't think so-yet awhile," her son moaned, his ass shaking.
"Good boy," she sighed, clutching his prick hard until he gasped, then continued jacking him off. She released his prick long enough to undo his 'jamas and lay the fly open so the tips of her fingers pressed into the taut-skinned sac that contained his joy-balls.
A fine, thin, sticky honey oozed from the slit in the tip of his dong and she used a thumb to smear it all over the dark head of his cock. "Do you think you can roll over on top of me-or will that bother your leg? I could do it like this morning, top-ride your cock, Hank."
"Let me try it," the boy said, getting clumsily up on his knees.
"Get your pants down to the cast, at least," his mother said, pushing the garment out of the way. "And let me get my gown off, Honey." She raised her heavy hips, tugged up the gown, then sat off so she could shuffle it off over her head.
As she stretched out naked on her back, her left knee drawn up a little, she was about to caution him that Stephanie must never know. But she percevied he knew this by their silent communication of her hand talking to him on his prick.
"Take it easy with your leg and sort of roll over on top of me," she muttered, anxious to receive him between her legs.
Waiting for him to position himself between her drawn-up knees, her patience was testing and was fought the temptation to grab his cock by the head and tuck it into her deep furrow. But she wanted him to fumble with his prick, learn how to put his cock in a pussy.
She laughed shakily as he hunched at her, running the head of his sticky prick through her tangle of pubic wool. "Take it easy," she chided, "Use your fingers and spread out the lips of my pussy, then take your cock and swab the head in my trench. God, I have such a big rut you shouldn't miss it!"
A sweet, anticipatory shudder danced through her loins as her son made contact, swept the fiery knob of his cock from her bulging asshole to her clit. "Jesus, get with it, Hank, press it to me and find my hole."
When he continued to fumble the head of his cock up and down her deep, wet fuck-smile, her patience deserted her and she reached between their bodies and seized his rod. Adroitly, she aimed it. "Hump with your butt," she gasped, milking his thick shaft, holding the bulb at the fluttery curtain entry to her cove.
"Yeeeeessssss!" she hissed with gratitude as he obeyed and sank the head of his prick into her about four inches. She drew her knees back until her feet were level with the crown of his shaking, quivering ass. "Give me some more, Son," she pleaded, rocking her ass, arching her hair-carpeted twat to his meaty spire.
He thrust into her and she felt the weight and heat of his hard balls loll against her anus that pooched invitingly from the wide valley between the oval mounds of her ass.
"If you aren't careful," she giggled coquettish as a school girl, "you're gonna make your mom cum with just a few punches of your prick. But that's what I'm doing under you, taking your cock and wanting to cum blast."
Gina rocked from side to side, wincing with delight as her deep snatch adjusted to him, molded and shaped around the bulge of the head and the blood-veined length of his shaft.
She gasped and moaned when he began pumping erratically. "Settle down and take it easy," she cautioned, "we got all night to fuck, for you to get the hang of fucking me. Just draw back and push your prick back in my pussy."
When Hank began snorting and humping her almost expertly, she groped for his hands and placed them over her fat, lolling titties. "Squeeze my big boobies, Honey, and just fuck away at my hungry cunt."
The sensation of his eager prick pounding into her was so excruciatingly exquisite, Gina wanted to clench him between her heavy thighs to keep him thoroughly imbedded in her snatch. But she knew that if she did that it would impede his long fuck-strokes. So she folded her legs out as far as she could and lofted her big ass to his slender body, his drilling prick.
"You'll be able to fuck me from time to time, as frequently as we can slip around so Steve won't know," she panted, wincing as cum-thunder commenced thudding and thumping deep in her womb. "Give it to me, Hank! Bang your cock up me, I'm cumming. Ooooohhhh, God! I'm cumming; am I ever cumming! Can you feel my cunt-muscles gripping your lovely fuck-cock?
She began whimpering, a deep guttural sound in her throat as she rocked and jolted through her almost painful orgasm. "Oooooohhhh, Jesus, fuck the prick to me, Honey!"
Gina longed for her son to snock his prick into her passion-jellied cunt and flood her full of jizz. She was confident she could keep him ready to fuck by jacking him off or sucking his long, thick prick. Even as she cascaded through her rending climax her mind was busy considering how she and Hank could slip around and have their enchanting sex-sessions without Stephanie's interference. Then, again, why should she care if her daughter found out-even saw them fucking? Steve was plenty big enough and probably had just as much temptation and need for fucking as any healthy woman. If she wanted her brother to diddle her, that was okay, Gina mused, her face screwed up as her son slammed his cock up her squishy cunt, she would be willing to buy rubbers for Hank. Just as a preventive measure.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh, Hey! you're about to jizz-gush me, huh?" Gina whined, arching her pussy up to him and shaking her big ass. "Okay! Cum in me, Son! Push your cock all the way in and jizz me! Ooooohhhh, my God! she wailed as his first spurt of cum sloshed her innards. Yes! keep fucking me then while you shoot your wad!"
But his energy soon deserted him and he slithered his prick all the way into her viscous snatch and lay atop her sweaty belly, his prick pouring cum into her womb.
"Oooooohhh, my God, we'll fuck all night! I'll go down on you and suck-blow-job your prick to keep it hard," she howled in the intense throes of orgasm.
CHAPTER 15
[Archive Note: This chapter in the original pocketbook was indeed shown as a numeral rather than being spelled out.]
That Sunday evening, after introducing her mother, Kitty and Skip, Stephanie carried her two suitcases upstairs to her room, then went to greet her brother. She found him lying on his back, just a comer of the sheet drawn across his middle.
She kissed him fleetingly on the forehead, then stood over him. It was obvious he was naked under the triangle of covering sheet. Something else was obvious, too. She could see, clearly out-lined, the long welt of his sex. His prick was enlarged and his balls were swollen.
"My, what's that?" she asked impishly, pointing at the ridge of meat extending from the narrow Vee of his thighs up across the left side of his belly.
"What?" Hank asked, blushing.
"That!" his sister puted, tracing the tip of a forefinger down the firm, warn barrel. "Ah-hah! a cock!" she clucked her tongue. "Yes, I believe that's a cockhard and ready. Bet you don't even know what it's for!"
"Bet I do-bet I know as much or more about what to do with it than you do," her brother retorted, eyes ogling as his sister saucily lifted the short skirt of her dress, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her nakedness.
"It goes right up in there, between a girl's legs," Steve retorted.
"And how do you know so much, Hank?"
As if defending his knowledge, he confessed what he and their mom had been doing in bed. "She started it-sucked my peter," he said tartly.
Stephanie shook her head as if doubting him as she snaked her hand under the comer of the sheet and clasped his cock in her cool fingers. She lifted his heavy, solid meat and tried jacking him off. Because she was impeded, wanted to see what her hand was doing to his cock, she flipped away the sheet and perched on the edge of the bed so she could gawk at his cock as she masturbated him.
"Does mom like sucking cock and being fucked?" she asked solemnly. "I know I like it. I'll introduce Skip and Kitty to you later. I've even been cornholed and that ain't hay."
Hank's eyes closed dreamily. "I even tried it with my mouth on mom's place-boy, she likes that. She sort of sat over my face and sucked my prick while I licked her out good."
"She like it?" Stephanie murmured, bending over her brother's middle and sucking on the hot, smooth knob of his prick. "UUUUUUMMMM!" she crooned. "You have a nice-tasting cock, brother-honey." She twisted her face back and forth as she forced her head down, making his prick penetrate her gullet. Just before she started fucking him with her mouth, she murmured, "I'll have to tell Kit and Skip mom likes to fuck and likes to eat prick and to have her pussy sucked."
"You keep sucking my cock, I'll shoot jizz in your mouth," her brother warned, his ass lurching upward to drive his massive, throbbing member into her suckling lips.
"Goodie," Steve slurped, "I love the taste of cum and the feeling of it spraying my tonsils."
"You had your tonsils out," Hank reminded her, putting a hand on the crown of her head to keep her down on him, sucking enthrallingly on his cock.
"A good thing," she mumbled, "or I wouldn't be able to gobble so much of your delicious prick into my throat." When Hank rubbed her ass, she raised up so he could heist her dress tail and could play with her fanny loaves. "I like that, Hank. If I lay out over you while I suck your prick, you can get your hand between my legs and finger-fuck me."
She raised her right leg out and up as she lay on his belly and he found her hot groove and sneaked a finger into her pussy. "Yesssss!" she cooed. "Don't just hold it still, slick it in and out and finger-diddle me so I can cum."
Stephanie knew she was good at giving a blow-job and she slurped and sucked steadily on her brother's fantastic prick-oh, not as big as Skip's, but she knew that if it had the almost constant attention Skip's cock had, it would get just as big and swollen.
"I love the way you suck my prick," Henry grunted, breath coming in harsh gasps. "Get up over me and we'll do it the way me and mom did. I'll eat out your pussy while you suck my cock."
Without missing a stroke, keeping her mouth flying and slurping his cock, the girl got up over his face, sank her ass and pussy onto his open mouth. She held his balls, forearms resting on his upper thighs as they got serious about 69ing. When his tongue skewered into her retching pussy, she took all of his cock into her mouth, rubbing her chin on his hard groin bone.
He reciprocated by reaching around and under her to run a finger into her sex-smile tickled her distended clit, hurrying her toward an oral orgasm. Stephanie panted lustily on his delectable prick and she massaged his stony nuts for him.
Neither teenager heard their mother come up the stairs, start past the open door, pause for perhaps two minutes watching them gobble each others' sex regions. A twinge of yearning stabbed through her and she quietly shut the door, went on to her room to take off her panties.
She wasn't really surprised to see her daughter going after her son's prick in such a wanton, lascivious manner. Hank didn't surprise her at all. She had indoctrinated him to take a pussy where ever and when ever he found one.
But Stephanie? No. There had been something about the redhead and the small body. Although Steve took to sucking her brother's prick so quickly, it wasn't clear-cut evidence the girl had gotten plenty of cocksucking and fucking on the way down from Bernice's.
Well, she hadn't missed the massive bunch of goodies stretching Skip's pants. Not a natural-sized cock and set of balls. They had to have been nurtured by a lot of sucking and fucking and jacking off. And she had caught a glimpse of Kitty's hot pants between her long, shapely legs. Very definitely split open to be perpetually read for a cock to stick in there.
After stripping off her skivvies-just in case-Gina hesitated outside her son's bedroom door until she heard both of them panting and moaning. She knew both were climaxing-Steve's pussy exploding on Hank's hot mouth and his cock ejaculating streams of loveable jizz down her throat.
Relucantly, she headed for the stairs when she heard her son plead, "Oh, God, suck my cock hard!" and Stephanie retort, "Well, eat my snatch good!"
Returning to the living room, Gina said as casually as she could manage, "I'm going to the store; you two make yourselves at horn." She had to get out of the house a bit, compose her emotions. She was sure that her face would tell Stephanie she knew, had seen her and Hank. As she checked her purse, backed her old Dodge Dart out of the drive, she was conscious of a flurry of excitement in the pit of her stomach. She sort of hoped Steve would confide in Kitty, maybe ease the way for a romp with that Skip.
"God, they've got his cock swollen all out of proportion," she whispered, licking the tip of her tongue over pale, dry lips. But if Stephanie told Kitty and Skip anything, it would be about her and Hank. How would that help her?
"Double-damn," Gina muttered. She just didn't see how things were going to evolve to her satisfaction. "Maybe I could open my legs and show the kid my cunt and he would get the idea," she smiled ruefully.
But she needn't have fretted. She had hardly turned the comer and Steve slipped down the stairs and told Kitty and Skip everything-about what she had just done with her brother-and he would be pleased to give it to Kitty-and what Hank and their mother had been doing.
"Well," Kitty said, eyes glittering, "Skip will just have to take care of your mama, Stephanie. Won't she be surprised at getting a Christmas present in midsummer?"
"Awwwww,' Skip protested, then whispered in Kitty's ear, "she's awful ugly, Kitty."
"Hush that," Kitty scolded, "she's a hard-up woman and looks have nothing to do with eating a pussy and fucking your cock in it and getting a juicy blow-job."
"It's nicer when the gal is pretty-like you and Steve," Skip retorted.
It was obvious to Gina when she returned with a variety of cold cuts and cheeses for supper, something had been going on, that there had been some kind of talk. The three of them-Stephanie, Kitty and Skip wore the masks of conspirators.
"Just leave the stuff, Mom," Steve said, taking the sack from her mother's arms and taking it to the kitchen. "No one is hungry yet-'less it's Skip. Huh, Skip?"
Gina scowled questioningly as she slacked into her chair. "It's hot as noon and I got some lunch meats and things," she said, trying to vent the awkward flow of conversation.
"Go ahead," Stephanie urged, sitting on the floor near Kitty's left knee, across the room from her mother. "Go on, Skip, do it to her."
"What?" Gina whispered, breathing difficult as she watched the kid scoot toward her on his bottom. "Hey!" the tall, spare woman gasped when Skip lifted the mid-calf hem of her dress tail and canted his head to look up between her knees.
Instinctively, Gina pressed the dress into her lap.
But just as quickly, she let her heavy thighs slump apart, remembering she had taken off her panties in hopes of just such a development. "You're gonna get a bird's eye view of my nest, you raise my dress again."
She shuddered when the kid laid his left cheek against her right knee and used both hands to lay the hem of her dress across her mid-thighs. And there was her black-haired pussy just a foot or so from his eyes and his flushed face.
Gina flopped back in the chair, back arching as he ran his hands up the long, flat inner planes of her silky thighs, fingertips just grazing the thick lips and tickling her coarse cunt hair.
Her knees wobbled, her feet danced erratically on the floor when Skip ran the tip of his hot, wet tongue down the inside of one leg, back up the other. She fanned her legs wide, looped the backs of her knees over the arms of the chair and scooted her hairy snatch to the edge of the seat.
Gina was aware her daughter and Kitty Marman were talking as well as gawking at her and the boy who was between her trembling legs, but she couldn't discern what they were saying. Instinctively, she knew it had to pertain to her bare pussy and the probability she was going to have it eaten out and might even get it fucked and if that happened, she might be taking a lot of cock into her mouth.
I won't blow-job him unless he does suck my cunt and fuck me with his abnormally huge prick, she thought, eyes glazing as Skip slobbered his tongue along her thighs and used his fingers to press her bush pubic hair aside and spread open the long, thick lips of her pussy like splitting a big orange.
Gina whimpered pitifully as Skip dipped fingers of both hands into her lusting canal and pried open her cunt mouth. Muscles tensed down her legs and they stiffened, lifting her broad ass from the seat of the chair.
"Aaaaaahhhh, Jesus, do it to me," she wailed, voice rising to a shrill squall as Skip breathed pantingly against her gaping snatch-trough. "Oooooohhh, love it; love my big snatch," she pleaded, head back, eyes rolling as the kid drew a deep breath, licked her gash from her brown butt hole to the long, needle-like clit.
"Let's get Skip all ready," Kitty said tersely to Stephanie and both of them slipped over to undo his pants, get them off over his lean butt. He continued slurping Gina's huge, deep twat-slash as they stripped him naked.
"Now, you're ready to fuck my mother," Steve gloated. She fondled his mammoth cock, clearly considered getting her face down, mouth on it. Skip whined as if in misery when Stephanie skinned back his dick, left his big tool to languish heavily in the open, ready for buisness.
Gina began weeping as Skip dug his tongue deep into her steaming, aromatic vagina, swizzling it around in her clutching, cock-hungry hole. "Aaaaaahhhh, God, I want you to fuck me, Skippy," she sobbed, "My cunt needs a nice, big cock fucking it deep and fast.
Pleeeeeeeasssseee stick your prick up me and fuck me into a nice, heavenly cum."
She clawed at her clothes and got her dress and petticoat up around her middle so her bottom was exposed. "I'll go down on you and suck off your cock if you give me a good fucking," she promised, fingers hooked like talons reaching for him to haul him up between her lasciviously spread thighs.
Then he got to his feet and hovered over her. Gina stopped whining for a minute and stared down at his monstrous prick swaying grotesquely from his bony, youthful crotch. "Aaaaahhh, ooooohhhh, such a huge, lovely cock," she sighed, eyes sparking with wanton passion. "Let me have my fingers on it so I can stick it at my diddle-hole."
Skip moved closer and her fingers closed on his pulsating barrel and she dexterously set the gigantic knob at the entry t o her vagina. He lunged his whole body and drove his prick all the way into her gripping twat. The fuck-muscle closed immediately, molding the walls of her cunt around the shape of his prick.
Five husky lunges and Gina exploded into a squalling, screaming orgasm. She kept her butt up off the seat of the chair, holding her cunt in position to receive his ruthless penetrations that drove the knob of his cock toward her womb.
Kitty hunkered to one side, Steve to the other. The girl was panting loudly as she watched her mother get her pussy crammed full of thick, hard cock. "Cornhole her, Skip," Steve said prayerfully.
Skip fucked the tall, gaunt woman four or five minutes as she wallowed through her climax. When her pleasure-throes began to ebb, he poured the prick to her faster and faster, finishing with a mighty slam of cock up her fuck-chute and gushing her full of creamy jizz. Grinding his groin against her clit sent her into another fit of orgasm and she hugged his shoulders tightly until his ejaculation was reduced to a mere trickle.
Slowly, Gina's eyes settled into focus and she pushed him away, almost rougly. "Get your prick out of my pussy, Skip," she whispered fondly. "Pull out your cock and let me sit forward in my chair. Ohhhh, lovely beautiful cunt-punching cock," she smiled gratefully, seizing his prick at the base and diving her mouth onto the knob.
Slowly, growling possessively, she forced her face forward, fucking all of his massive cock into her mouth.
Gina knew he wouldn't cum again so soon, but it was so enchanting, having such a handsome young prick to suck and fuck her mouth on. When her daughter perched on the arm of the chair and picked up Skip's balls, Gina pushed her hand away.
"Beat it-and I don't mean his cock," her mother snarled, not truly angered. "Just go sit someplace else; I know how to tend a beautiful cock; I'll do the cocksucking and jacking him off and milking his cute set of balls."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
With an over-the-shoulder look at her mother sucking Skip's cock, Stephanie took Kitty's hand. "Let's go upstairs. I want you to meet and fuck my brother, Hank."
Stephanie stopped outside Hank's room. "Why don't you-we-get ready so Hank will meet all of youus-at once." Kitty's brow wrinkled, then she understood. And both stripped quickly and prowled into the boy's room, stark naked, holding their titties in their hands.
"This is Kitty, Hank. Kitty he is my brother. He has a nice cock, too. I know, I just sucked it a little while ago," Steve said smugly whipped off the sheet and picked up her brother's prick, bent and sucked the head until the shaft began to thicken and stiffen.
"Steve," Hank said huskily, face red. He peered at his sister as she blew his prick, then his gaze swung to Kitty's tall nude body, the jutting tits, the profuse bush of red curls across her Venus pillow.
"Want to give me a nice fucking, Hank?" Kitty winked. She bent over him, kissed his dry, nervous lips, lifted one of his hands to cup her feverish, tumescent boobie.
"Mom?" the youth managed dumbly.
"Don't worry about her," Stephanie gurgled. "She's down in the living room sucking on Skip's cock. You'll meet Skip later, but right now he's fucking mom and they're eating each other. Boy, can mom ever suck and swallow prick!"
Hank moaned with regret when his sister let his wet prick slip from her mouth, let his cock flop moistly on his flat, hard belly. "Don't be such a grouch; you will have lots of chances for me to suck your cock and to fuck my pussy. But Kitty won't be here too long, so let her get her pussy worked on with your pretty prick."
Kitty stood, looked at him seriously, coyly. "Don't you want to screw me, Hank? I'd love to have your prick up between my legs, diddle-doodling my cunny. And I love to go down on cock, too, and will suck you after you make my pussy blast."
She got on the bed with him. "Can you move over, then roll on top of me? I like it shoved up me from behind, but I like to look in my lover's face while we're fucking and I like to have my tits squeezed and be able to kiss and suck tongues while I get diddled."
"I managed it with mom, got on top of her and we fucked," Hank said, a boldness growing in him. And he struggled over her, maneuvering his cast-encased leg.
Kitty, eager to assist, lined up his cock with her slot, put the head, fat and burning, at her opening. "Okay! Shove with your ass and ram your cock in my hot, tight pussy!"
With a grunt and a snort, Hank hunched and Kitty's back bowed as he penetrated her, shafting his sex-bone into her body. Her legs flipped into the air, getting every last fraction of an inch of his pulsing prick.
Kitty whimpered and winced as he levered his prick, forcing it against the rubbery nub of her cervix. Then she smiled as the huge knob slid past and he began fucking her with the eagerness of youth-plus his expanding prick.
She drew her legs far back, reached around the curve of her ass and tickled his swaying balls with the tips of her fingers. "Loooovely," she cooed, rocking her body so she was curving her snatch to his inward plunges.
"Make my hole smoke," she moaned, passion getting out of hand. "Pound the prick to my pussy and make me cum, Hank," she begged, making her sex-muscles squeeze his pistoning cock.
"Say some naughty words to me, Hank; they make me hot and bothered," Kitty coaxed. "Tell me what you're doing to me-what else you're going to do what you're going to make me do to you."
Hank huffed and snorted, then he gathered his breath. "I'm fucking my cock in your pussy."
"Wonderful!" Kitty praised. "Tell me more dirty, sexy words."
"I'm shoving my cock in you to the balls," he said, tentatively, searching for words. "I'm gonna stick it up your ass and cornhole you."
"Fantastic!" Kitty yelped. "I can hardly wait; I love having my butt fucked full of cock. More!"
"After I fuck you in the cunt and up the asshole, I'm gonna make you suck me off," Hank gathered courage and boldness.
"Will you suck and tongue and eat out my pussy? I love having my twat licked," Kitty encouraged.
"Yeah! Then I'll fuck your pussy again and cornhole your ass and make you scream." He seemed to run out of words and seemed satisfied to fuck her pussy full of his burgeoning cock.
Kitty screamed-and she didn't fake it. He had her going, had her pussy exploding, exuding a cock-blistering juice that caused the boy to groan and whine.
As if in a distance, she heard a scream.
"That was mom," Stephanie said. "I bet Skip got her down on the floor and shoved his big prick in her asshole."
A telephone rang annoyingly. But Stephanie got up from the foot of the bed where she had been perching, watching her brother fuck his huge cock into Kitty's snatch.
"I better get that," and she scampered away, her titties bobbing. "You two just keep on fucking," she called back cheerfully from the head of the stairs.
"Yes," Kitty agreed, slowly coming out of her climax and kissing Hank's sweat-streaked face. "Let's just keep on fucking. Can you get your hands on my boobies and love them a little?"
When he grabbed a handful of tit in each fist, she purred, "Uuummm, yes, like that! I love having them squeezed while I get my cunt fucked."
Far away, mutedly, she heard Steve, "Go, Skip, go! Shove the cock up my mother."
By the time Stephanie returned, Kitty had climaxed again and Hank had jizzed her pussy and she had planted his prick in her asshole for a cum-round of cornholing. She had her legs folded over his shoulders so he had a clear shot at her rectum and was plowing her butt hole full of cock.
"That's what mom's getting now," Steve nodded, nonchalantly, sitting at the foot of the bed again, watching her brother fuck Kitty's guts full of prick. "Skip has her down on all-fours in the middle of the living room and is fucking her into a screaming animal in the asshole."
She lifted her brother's balls out of the way so she could see his prick plundering Kitty's distorted bowels and anus. "Oh, that telephone call was from Grandma Bea. She wanted to know if we had gotten here yet, or were taking our time, fucking away the miles."
"What did you tell her?" Kitty gasped, eyes blinking as she savored the elegant ecstasy of having her asshole fucked.
"I told her about the trip down and that everyone was fucking now, except me. But I told her I'd sucked off Hank's prick shortly after we got here and he ate out my cunny."
Stephanie laughed softly, gloatingly. "She wants to know when Hank and I can come and visit her. And she wants to know when you and Skip will be back. She said she can hardly wait for him-wants to give him a sweet blow-job, have him lick her pussy and give her another double-hole fuck."
Kitty didn't reply, her face solemn. "Just listen to that music," she said happily. "I just love the soft, ploppy sound of a cock pumping in a pussy or up an asshole. Don't you, Steve?"
"Sounds are nice," the young girl said. "But I much prefer how it feels, a prick fucking my cunt and cornholing my butt."
Hank stiffened in protest as his sister began licking his bag. "Go 'way, Sis," he said bitchily. But when she succeeded in getting one of his nuts in her mouth and began sucking on it, he resumed cornholing Kitty and didn't complain again.
"Do you like doing this, Hank?" Kitty whined. "Do you like fucking pussies and assholes?"
He muttered something unintelligible, but quickened his strokes of cock in her butt hole. "Yes, we both love it." She strained to keep from slamming into a rectal orgasm, figuring if she did, she wilt into a weak mass of flesh, helpless. And he would just keep on cornholing her until he shot his flood of cum in her guts.
And what if he finished by peeing in her bowels? She'd had guys flush her guts full of piss in the past. Nasty? Not to her-but it always orgasm-sapped her 'til she wasn't worth a fuck or a suck for hours.
To take her mind off the relentless race toward climaxing, she asked Stephanie, "What on earth are you doing? I can't see anything of you but part of your nakedness."
Steve blubbered and slurped for a minute. "I'm just sucking on one of my brother's tasty nuts."
Kitty gritted her teeth, fighting against the inevitable asshole-orgasm. "I wish there was a way for you to suck his balls and sit on my face so I could eat your sweet, delicious hair-pie, Steve. Or I wish that Skip was here so he could fuck my mouth and I could have a tonsil-cum."
Without warning, Hank plugged her asshole completely and shot a stream of liquid fire into her belly. Kitty wailed in surprise and with pleasure, let herself go and joined him in a joint orgasm. Dimly, she could see her toes curl beyond her shoulders as the passionate enchantment raced all through her body.
He blasted jizz from his hosing cock for such a long time that Kitty thought he was pissing in her bowels and she would have difficulty getting to the bathroom to let it out. "You peeing in me?" she asked weakly.
"Hunh-unh-unh-unh. Nooooo," he sobbed, "I'm just cummmmming jizz in your butt."
"A lot of jizz," Kitty said petulantly, still not absolutely sure. "But it's heavenly, Hank. Just give me some more fuck-punches up the ass before you uncork my ass."
"Mama just fuck-screamed again," Stephanie said casually.
Gina's voice came sharply to the second floor of the house. "Skip! What are you doing? How can you be fucking me in both holes? Oh, God! you are! You're screwing my ass and my pussy!"
"Skip went out and got your gizmo and is giving her a double-hole fuck-job," Stephanie laughed softly.
Kitty was still lying on her back, Hank lay beside her and Steve had brought a wet washcloth from the bathroom, was cleaning his prick when a splitting scream erupted below.
Skip!
"My God," Kitty gasped, struggling off the bed. Stephanie was just a step behind as they bolted naked down the stairs. The youth screamed again, in a tone of agony.
They stopped at the entry to the living room. Gina was like an obsessed animal. She was on top of the frail youngster, sitting on his head while she gobbled furiously on his cock.
Kitty tried to push her off, but she remained astride the boy, sucking his cock as if trying to consume him. She growled like a beast as she fucked and sucked his poor, swollen prick.
Kitty could see the deluge of jizz Gina had retained in her snatch oozing from the thick, hairy lips onto Skip's mouth and he was swallowing and tonguing away the pearly scum.
But his prick was what was being tortured by the tall woman's wild mouth and tongue. He tried to shrink his butt away; then, his hips began working and he howled again. She had brought him out and he was again shooting cum from his tormented column of flesh.
At last Gina flopped off the helpless boy and lay naked and obscene on the floor, gasping and licking flecks of jizz from her lips. Both were spent.
Kitty and Skip left Pocatello about midnight. She pulled off the Interstate on an isolated side road near American Falls to spend the rest of the night.
She reached for his cock and balls and he started crying. "Please, Kit, not any more tonight. My peter hurts and is so swollen. Please, don't suck it any more tonight, or make me fuck you. Please?"
Kitty rolled against him, hugged her to him, just held his cock and balls loosely in her hand. "You poor baby," she cooed. "All right, I want use your poor prick tonight. But when we get to Cascade again, I want to stop for a couple of hours-there is an old maid friend that I want you to screw.
"And Bea called and is eager for you to get back to McCall. She's crazy to suck you again and wants some more double-fucking. Now, you go to sleep, poor Skip-baby."
