Are there any accurate statistics of how many instances adults take advantage of youngsters? Of course, there are figures on file of "reported" instances.
Police and court records abound with cases of incest in which a mother will turn in her own husband or young girls confide in school officials, their clergyman and other confidantes.
Too, there are figures of mothers getting at their own sons, of girls and boys-brothers and sisters-making out. These cases come to light when youngsters are referred for counseling.
But how many instances of incest and similar immorality are never known? Why would young boys, getting their thrills from their mothers or sisters-usually older sisters-neighbor women talk and shut off the sources of their sexual delights?
And young girls, once they are introduced to delights of the flesh, may not be inclined to reveal their activities. Too, there probably are countless instances young girls won't talk for fear of reprisal by adults or from shame. Many adults who do embark on such careers of sex with minors live in fear of discovery. But the urge to seduce children often is so strong their anxiety is overcome.
There is another aspect adults inclined to take sexual advantage of kids should consider. Perhaps more dire than the fear of being found out. This involves wily children who press their demands to fulfill their sexual needs and impulses by threatening to tell on the adult who lured them into sex in the first place. An adult so plagued may find himself or herself totally at the mercy of rapacious youngsters.
They live constantly under the cloud of being confronted at anytime by a kid who wants "it" right then and there. What can an adult do in such instances?
Call the kids' bluffs? Perhaps this will work in some cases.
We wonder how many adults quietly submit to the appetites of kids who can never be quite sated by an occasional romp between a woman's legs or the man who teaches the young girl to like what he carries between his.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Doris knew when her daddy, Orville Hagerman, walked into the house from the garage she was in for it-again. He hadn't said anything, just stared at her, his pale eyes expressionless and unblinking.
A strange nervousness, not fear exactly, shivered through her as she stood over the kitchen range, listening to the tall, sinewy man complaining in the shower. What could he find as an excuse to spank her today? She had done the washing and had supper on.
"I'm gonna tan your ass-bare again," she heard her father bellow after he had turned off the shower.
"Phil never gets it," Doris said with a trace of bitterness, referring to her brother who was fifteen, just two years older than she was. "He gets away with everything."
She tried to ignore her father as he seemed to skulk in the entryway between the kitchen and the dining room. Warily, she glanced toward him from the corner of her eye. Her heart bounded uncontrollably as she saw him standing there in nothing but his boxer shorts, tufts of coarse, red hair visible through the slit.
"I'm gonna blister your ass," he said in a tone as if he had been defied.
"I haven't done anything," Doris said defensively. "I got supper cooking." From the bulge in his shorts she knew-, intuitively, he was all swollen up.
"Come on in the living room," her daddy said, pointing imperiously with a long, hairy arm. "Supper," she said.
"Turn off the burners and get yourself in there," he said, stomping a bare foot, shivering the floor of the old house.
"Daddy?" she pleaded. "Where's Phil?" She definitely didn't want him there like he was the evening before, just watching with feverish eyes as their father swept her across his legs, tossed the tail of her dress up and switched her panties down from her buttocks. It wasn't that her brother could see anything except the cheeks of her bottom, but it had been humiliating, having him watch her get a spanking. Not that her father had really hurt her very much.
"Don't fret none about him," her father said, following her into the living room, pulling the drapes and sitting in the middle of the davenport.
"Come here, Doris-girl," he said. And she detected a strangeness in his tone, a tautness.
"Please, Daddy?" she whined, resisting the least' bit as he took her left wrist and flopped her across his bare legs.
A strange heat flowed through her as she lay there on his thighs, passively, as he hauled her panties to her ankles. She tensed expectantly, waiting for him to start applying his big, calloused hand.
But Orville Hagerman wasn't ready. He unbuttoned her dress from the neck to the flare of her young butt. "Get up a little," he ordered roughly. She struggled off his legs and her dress was tugged off over her head, mussing her long, blonde hair.
Then she was shoved back down on his hard-muscled legs, a mingling of hot and cold chills-flushes flooding through her body. "Daddy?" she wailed as he reached under her and seized a tittie that a fifteen-year old would be proud of.
His big hand was strangely gentle on her breast and so was the one caressing up and down her lithe back and rubbing the smooth buns of her butt. Then he began spanking her, not hard, but crisply enough for firm smackings of flesh against flesh.
"You're like your mother," he said. "I can see it coming in you. You're gonna be boy-man crazy and will be dropping your panties and heisting your dresstail and flopping on your back for all of 'em."
"Daaaaaaaaaadddddddy," Doris Hagerman sobbed, trying to tense her buttocks, but his fingers probed into the deep, tender crease between her silky hillocks.
"I'm gonna wail your ass 'til it's so tender you won't be able to sit on the table," Orville Hagerman growled, again laying on his hand, bringing a hot pinkness of her milking skin.
In spite of her feeling of humiliation and fright, a seething heat began to grow between her tense straight-stiffened legs.
There was a hot churning in her flat belly and she tried to squirm away. But her father held her steadfast and she could feel a lumpy hardness under her. Doris knew she should feel a loathing for this abuse, but there was a swirling excitement in her head. He wasn't really hurting her, physically.
"You got a cute little ass," her daddy muttered, again rubbing the feverish flesh with a hard hand.
She sobbed convulsively, tears flowing from her tightly pinched eye. Then he flopped her onto the floor, on her knees between his. She stared at him mistily, sniffing. She was about to snip at him defiantly, but no words would come as she watched him pop the three snaps that held the waistband of his shorts together.
Her blue eyes widened in dismay as he fingered out a long, thick column of flesh. "Daaaaaddddy?" she whimpered as he hauled back the foreskin and she stared at the ominous bulb of blood-gorged, deep purple head of his cock.
"Your mom liked it and I can tell you'll like it," her daddy said, voice strangely deep and musical. She tried to quail away from him, but he seized her dainty wrists and drew her nerveless hands toward that grotesque length of hard prick.
"Please, don't." Doris whispered, flinching as the tips of her fingers touched the hot, pulsing male-meat. In spite of her youthful aversion, her fingers curled around the thick shaft. A shudder raked her body as her father cupped his hands over the hard gourds of her bosom and he rubbed his palms over the tiny points.
"You're hot stuff-like your ma," he said gruffly; and her fingers kneaded the hard, blood-ridged cock barrel. She wasn't exactly naive, just inexperienced. She knew where the huge thing her hands were beginning to stroke went-right between a girl's legs in the hole that she sensed was so intensely dry and burning.
Quickly, her tears dried and she stared intently at the monstrous prick in her hands as she slowly worked them up and down, pressing the thick skin over the huge head with the gloating, glaring single eye in the very tip.
Feels so funny, she reflected. So hot and firm and so rough-like, with the dark blue veins. A spell of dizziness of unreality assailed her, rather pleasantly.
"Just like your mom," her daddy said softly. "You jack me off just like your mother. She loved to play with my cock. Give it a little kiss."
Doris started, a chill dancing through her. "NO, DADDY!" But she didn't resist as he tangled the fingers of one hand in her satiny blonde hair and pulled her head toward his red-thatched lap where he had that monstrous thing and those hairy balls.
"Kiss it; lick the head of my prick," her daddy stormed, tugging her hair.
Timidly, she extended the tip of her tongue, tasted the warm-sweet, tangy flavor of soap and flesh. "Uuuuuummmmm," the teenager sighed, kissing the very tip with daintily puckered lips.
Unmistakably, an exhilarating excitement flashed through her. And she didn't think the virginal hole between her lean legs dry any more. Just hot, extremely hot. And wet?
Her father had his hand at the nape of her neck, holding her firmly to him. She extended a bit more of her tongue and let it rove over the super-slickness of the dark knob. "Uuuummm?"
"Yeaaaah! Uuuummmmm," her dad moaned. "Suck it, little girl. Taste how good cock really is. Get your mouth on the knob of my prick.
In spite of herself, she licked her tongue over the head, curling it around the savoring hot, sweet, soapy, salty, flavor of male fuck-meat. She drew a deep breath, sighed and opened wide. As soon as she did, he applied a little pressure and the smooth-skinned head of his cock raked past her teeth and she had prick in her hot, moist mouth.
She gurgled something, half protest, half pleasure as she worked her tongue on her daddy's cock in her crowded mouth. She closed her lips around the thick-skinned shaft and sucked gently, experimentaly.
When her father groaned more loudly, Doris paused. Then she began working her tongue again, growing bolder as she discovered she could make her father squirm by rasping her tongue on his tender organ. Alternately, she sucked his cock very harshly and demandingly, then she smooth-tongued it and began to bob her face over the extremely long tusk of flesh.
Doris obediently spread her thighs as her daddy searched her thinly haired crotch and his big toe nudged her tender, excited pussy lips. Dazedly, she wondered whether he would make her all the way, try to put his enormous penis in the narrow hole between her thighs.
Her left hand reached blindly as he began forcing her face up and down on his hot, vibrating shaft. Her fingers closed on the hard blob of crinkly skinned sac and she squeezed. Again, her father groaned. She sucked up saliva and a tasty oil as she began industriously mouth-fucking him. What she would learn when she was older was giving him a blow-job.
"Aaaaggggmmmmmmm," she gurgled, beginning to savor the delicious flavor of a man's cock. She slurped up the spit and his honey secretion.
Keenly, she could feel his toe in her tiny crease and the insides of her tiny pussy writhed almost painfully. She tried to clamp her thighs over herself, but all they did was close on his foot and increase the sense of agitation in her little wet rut.
The head of his cock was probing firmly at the curvature of her throat and an almost fanatical urgency gripped her. The hinges of her jaw ached and she tried to force her face, absorb the entire nine inches of his prick.
"Goddamn, Doris-girl, that's the way to go, you little cock-lovin' slut. Take it all, Baby. Fuck your cute face down on my prick and mouth-fuck it all," her daddy howled, his hand forcing the back of her neck as his other hand mauled and pawed one of her tingling titties.
She opened her blue eyes wide, trying to see the long shaft of cock vanishing into her face. About all she could see was the forest of reddish hair and the great stump where his prick was attached to his crotch.
"Hell! Damn right! Fuck your belly full of prick and take a mouthful of cock-jizz!" he shouted as she succeeded in conquering all of his prick. She would have sneezed because his pubic wool was tickling her nose, but she had a face-full of mammoth prick and a sneeze just wasn't possible. As best she could, she sucked and tongued his pulsating cock.
The young girl got her other hand on his heavy balls and began milking them with all of his cock imbedded in her throat. He began bouncing on the davenport, fucking his cock into her mouth just before the first gush of jizz flooded down her convulsing gullet.
She made a soft, strangling sound, swallowing bravely as his massive cock poured stream after stream of delectable cum into her mouth. Doris let him guide her, teach her, putting both of his hands on either side of her face and fucking her mouth up and down on his spasming prick.
"You're a pretty little cock-sucker! Eat my prick and gorge yourself on fuck-meat," he yelled. "I think I'll tan your ass again and fuck you 'til you scream."
Doris found she was enjoying the monstrous lollipop of cock and blubbered something about she would try. The thought of having his gigantic cock between her legs sent thrills of excitement flashing like lightning though her tummy.
She wasn't really sucking his prick now, just content to have it gliding in and out of her stretched throat, the huge head expanding her mouth as it gushed the thick, pearly male-stuff that tasted so heavenly.
Her fingers tightened on his lusty balls and she murmured softly, a sound of pleasure as she sensed the delight she was giving the raw-boned man hunching on the davenport. Then a fresh gush of jizz spurted from the slit in the tip of his prick in a drowning torrent. Doris sucked and swallowed wildly to keep his orgasm-sap from escaping her stretched lips. She didn't want to lose a single drop.
As he continued hosing jizz down her throat, she gripped his hairy nuts until he moaned, an almost savage sound deep in his throat.
"Suck hard, you wanton little bitch!" Orville Hagerman yelled fiercely, levering his cock into her face with his hips working, thrusting her face full of prick. As his orgasm came to a peak, he held her face down on his spasming cock.
"Suck my cock!" her father hollered more loudly than before. And Doris sensed he was doing it deliberately so Rhoda Myles next door could hear. Why would he want anyone to know? Wasn't what they were doing against the law?
As the flow of cum ebbed, she felt a chill of shame and embarrassment. She felt the only heat in the house was the huge cock she was sucking.
Doris sensed a softening in his ravaging meat. And there was a change in her father. "I knew you would love cock," he said tautly. "And I guess I better tell you-don't say a word to anybody."
The little blonde backed her mouth off his wet cock until she had only the head in her lips. "Why?" she asked, voice muffled.
"It could be bad, if anyone knew," her father said, caressing her cheeks as she continued licking up the saliva and flecks of jizz from his prick.
"Against the law?" she asked, gently squeezing his sac of nuts.
"It could be bad," her father said tensely, definitely nervous. "We can have ourselves some fun-as long as no one ever knows," he said lamely.
She ran her tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock, up the tender underside. "I won't tell, Daddy," she said huskily, milking his cock with a dainty hand to squeeze out whatever tasty jizz remained.
"Good girl," Orville said haltingly.
"Really, little girl," he said after a minute, "I tell you the truth. Don't say a peep to anyone about you and me-and what we're doing and what we'll do."
Doris sensed fright in her daddy. And she wondered whether it was to her advantage. "I won't, Daddy," she repeated.
"That's my hot little girl," he said, laughing shakily. "Say, if you don't stop licking and sucking daddy's cock, you'll get it hard again and I might forget myself and shove it up you, between your legs."
Doris reflected on that for a moment, aware of a strange, hot fluttering inside her. "You did threaten to do that-or was that a promise?" she added with a twinkle of her blue eyes. "Don't worry, I won't tell," she said dreamily, disappointed that her daddy's prick was growing softer.
But at the next door, the only neighbor in a quarter of a mile, Rhoda Myles knew exactly what had happened. She knew it all. For a long time she had suspected something like this was going to happen-if it hadn't already.
CHAPTER TWO
By standing on the wooden railing that circled the wooden porch, Rhoda Myles could see through the high windows on either side of the fireplace, right into the Hagerman residence. And she had been standing there since Orville Hagerman had tossed his young daughter over his knees and stripped her naked.
The only thing that could have made her hotter than watching the middle-aged mechanic get his girl to go down on him was watching him fuck the cute little blonde. The idea of incest wasn't new to her-she had suspected the widowed garageman might have been diddling the well-formed youngster for several months.
And, hadn't she given some thoughts to making out with her own son longer than that? Ever since a month after her old man had gone to prison for statutory rape of the school principal's daughter.
Well, Vern had the urge. Hadn't she hidden and seen him masturbating in the tool shed?
But, Jesus Christ!, if someone found out! Wasn't Orville Hagerman worried about that? Gingerly, with long legs shaking, she got down from the railing, aware the crotch of her shorts was soppy wet. And, damn it, kids talked!
But Vern wouldn't, would he? Would he tell those two Ormand brothers-Jack and Yancy. What if she told him there would be no more fun, if he let out a squeak about it? Maybe not. But could she be sure, she mused, watching him sauntering up the road from the town of Shaffer.
Jesus, the way her sexual innards were in a turmoil it was almost worth the risk. Maybe she could trust kids more than grown men. Men were known to brag about their piece-of-tail conquests. But if anyone at the Municipal Water Company where she was a clerk found out, goodbye job.
God, how she needed a piece of ass!
When Vem, a crewcut fifteen year old joined her on the porch, the tall brunette with brown eyes hugged him to her. "If we did something-not really what people approve of-would you keep your mouth shut, Vern? Remember, I wouldn't think of it, well, if your father hadn't gotten sent away."
"The pen, you mean?" the boy murmured as Rhoda sort of herded him into the house.
Maybe it's the confounded August heat, she frowned.
"Yes, something like that. I miss your daddy and the fun we had," she said. "Fun?"
"You know-man and wife. In the bedroom. Making love, Son," she said clumsily, gritting her teeth as a fresh wave of sexual turmoil assaulted her, hitting her so hard in the loins her steps faltered.
"I wouldn't talk, Mom, to anyone," the boy said faithfully, a trifle bewildered.
Take a chance? Why not? If she could only be certain. "Not tell anyone; not even the Ormand boys. Not anyone," she .admonished sternly. "There would be no more fun," she emphasized. She gave him a little shove. "Go on to my bedroom, Vern. Come on."
Inside, she gave him another little push and shut the door firmly. She rolled down the oil-skin blind and turned on him, already removing her blouse.
"Get your pants and shoes and T-shirt off," she said, voice hushed, demanding and lustful. "Kick your shoes under the bed," the tall brunette of thirty-eight said, voice near a whisper.
Rhoda was mildly astonished her voice was so husky and deep. She was already naked to the waist, just shorts and panties remaining and he hadn't even touched his belt.
"Hurry up; get your clothes off," she demanded.
"Awwwww, Mom! Mother!" he wailed, eyes gawking at the artful jut of her full breasts.
"Don't say things like that to me-I'll slap you silly," Rhoda growled, unzipping her shorts and pushing them with her panties to her knees. She stamped out of them and toed off her sandals.
Abruptly, she tugged his T-shirt up, off over his head, clawed his belt free and all but tore open the fly of his pants. "Get naked, damnit, I'm gonna give you some fuck-fun-no more of your jacking off, Vern," she said soothingly. "I'll fuck you and you'll fuck me and we'll have a ball-your balls and cock in my hot snatch." She was panting, she knew, lust becoming wanton and brazen and uncontrolled. She tore down his pants and grabbed his puffed genitals as she squatted lewdly before him.
"Mommmmmmmmm!" the youth squealed as she made him step out of his clothes and seized his cock and balls like a crazy woman. With one gulp, she went down on him to the limit, gobbling and slurping and sucking his cock while she squeezed a ripe nut in each hand.
She tossed her head, swiveling her mouth on his burgeoning cock, to throw the long, heavy tresses of black hair over her bare shoulders.
The obscenely crouching brunette felt light-headed, but strong as she savored her son's pulsing prick, wanting him to blow his cum into the back of her throat, plaster the roof of her mouth with his juvenile jizz. She kept one hand on his throbbing nuts as she fondled and caressed the lean buns of his butt.
Her cunny began boom-booming vicariously as she rapidly bobbed her face on the impaling young cock, her lips working and her tongue curling around the thick head each time she backed her mouth off her pleasure-stick.
Rhoda nibbled and gnawed on the head, teeth closing behind the fat flange of the bulb each time she drew her mouth off his long, thick shaft of flesh.
Work your ass-hunch it-and fuck me in the mouth, she thought wantonly, wanting him to thrust his cock into her face, manfully, brutally. "Fuck my mouth," she gurgled incoherently, using the hand on his bare ass to instuct him.
A thrill of conquest surged through her and she set a heel under her so it would compress her itching asshole and put pressure on her gaping snatch. She could feel a hot tickle of pussy juice on her heel and wished it was glazing a nice, husky cock pistoning into her hot hole.
Lovely, lovely prick, she thought, enchanted, feeling a sense of bewitchment as the boy's cock erupted in her mouth. She went all the way on him, sucking his love-fountain, savoring the succulent cum as he sprayed and gushed it spasmingly into her gullet. She wondered why she had waited so long to start relations of fun with her son.
He was sobbing now, tears falling on her forehead, trickling down her nose, into her eyes and adding salty flavor to his sweet cock juice. She continued love-sucking his prick, the knob tucked away deep in her throat for several minutes after his deluge of jizz ceased.
She was gratified that his prick remained hard and prodigious. With a deep sigh, she let his prick slip from her mouth. She was strong and she picked him up and tossed him onto the bed where he bounced more than twice. Instantly, her stark naked body was astride him.
Dexteriously, she grabbed his wet, ready prick, plowed the knob into her furrow, set it and brought her ass down hard, her snatch absorbing his column of pleasure meat until her mouth was mashed against his hard, young groin.
"Nooooooow, I fuck you," she growled, starting to ride her pussy up and down on his quivering boy-meat. Rhoda shivered with ecstasy as the smooth-gliding prick, trembling violently, speared into her ravenous twat.
"Oooooh, dear, Jesus-God," she cried shrilly, bringing her ass down hard so the rounded, firm cheeks smacked against his lean legs and his prick squish-slammed up into her red hot pussy.
"Oooooohhh, Mom! Oooooohhhhh, Mother!" the fifteen-year-old youth sobbed, breathing hard, his lean ass bouncing on the bed. He writhed under her as if he would squirm away, escape and Rhoda curled an arm behind his neck, holding him fast as she ravished his now immense cock.
"Don't you like this? Don't you love fucking?" she panted, starting to cum hard and lustfully. She sank her ass to him and rolled it around and around, rutting back and forth to savor the sexual ecstasy of fucking a kid. "I'm boom-booming my hot pussy, Vern! Can you feel my fuck-muscles working on your fabulous cock? Does your prick feel my pussy cum-milking your lovely fuck-piece?"
"I feeeeeel it!" the boy sobbed, his bottom now beginning to buck and lurch. Intuitively, he reached both hands and took a plum, firm boobie in each hand, squeezing hard, pinching the big, ripe, dark nipples until Rhoda wailed sharply, deep in the throes of passion.
She didn't wait for her orgasm to begin to ebb, but began screwing him again, lifting her ass high and slithering her cunt back down on his lively, rocky pillar of fuck-flesh. "Up-fuck your cock and drive it up me and make me go wild, Vern-honey," she begged, wincing with pleasure each time the massive bulb of the tip of his prick glanced off her cervix and penetrated toward her womb.
"Moooooother!" the kid screamed as he surpassed the limits of endurance and his prick exploded like a torpedo in her belly. Instantly, Rhoda slapped her butt down, her pussy consuming his rampant cock in her, her insides being plastered with thick jizz.
Rhoda hugged her son's cock with her spasming pussy, reveling in the erotic sensations of prick spurting wildly, madly deep in her vacuuming cunt. Her eyes rolled madly with each lusty spew of cum and her cunt muscles contracted convulsively around his pole of meat.
But she wasn't finished fucking yet. "Honey, roll with me," she whined plaintively, slipping to one side and urging him up over her, keeping him in the deep Vee saddle of her long thighs.
As soon as she was on her back with him securely atop her, she growled greedily, "Come on, Son, fuck it to your mother." When he hesitated, she drew up her long legs, planted her heels in the splayed crevice of his ass.
Pressure-release; pressure release. Deftly, she guided him in the art of screwing his prick in a pussy. In an instant, she had taught him the art and his ass began bucking and hunching and romping as he drove his cock into her cunt, making her squeal and squirm and rock her ass with his tempo, and they were fucking, fucking, fucking rhythmically.
The juices of her pussy seemed scalding-hot around his pistoning prick. His column of flesh squished as he put it to her, drew it, put it to her, deeper than before each time.
His balls, rolling in her anal crease, against her asshole, were heavenly. Rhoda reached around her butt and found his hot nuts and held them firmly against her butt entry, trying to stuff them into her rectum.
"We just gotta try cornholing me!" she howled. "My poor butt hole is on fire, itching and burning."
Rhoda managed to get fingers and a thumb curled around his cunt-slickened dick and gradually compelled him to take it from her pussy. Deftly, she set the thick, hot, wet point. "Fuck, now!" she shrieked, forcing her back-hole muscles to relax.
"AAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWKKKKKK!" Rhoda screamed as he thrust ruthlessly and he nailed her asshole to the balls with his inexperienced, wanton prick. Lightning exploded in her bowels and there was a roar of thunder passion in her brain.
She gasped for breath, feeling faint as he drew out and banged his cock back into her rectum again and again and again. "Aaaaaaahhhhh-ah-ah-ah!" she wheezed as her guts adjusted to the lewd invasion.
Rhoda drew her knees back toward her chin and seized her legs back of them, holding her ass up in the air so the kid had the proper angle to rivet her ass with his prominent cock.
He had released her tits and had her shoulders firmly in his hands, his bony chest crushing her breast-melons flat to her ribs as he fucked and sawed at her stinging, itching, scalding bowels.
"Ooooohhhh, looooovely, being cornholed," Rhoda sighed with frantic lust and passion consuming her senses. And her twat was erupting again, too, as his hard groin ground against her swollen, gaping vulva and agitated her distended clitoris.
"Fuuuuuck it to me fast as you can," she pleaded, wanting an asshole orgasm in the worst way. "Oooohhh, handsome, lovely, tasty cock up my ass," she whimpered as he continued to bang his cock into her guts with long pecker-hunches.
She studied his sweating face through half-closed eyes as he walloped the cock to her ass with demanding thrusts of his hips. Her toes on his toes, legs stiff for leverage as he snorted like a young animal each time he cunt-banged his mother.
Isn't it glorious, she mused happily, having such a fine kid living in the house who can fuck me every time I get hot pants? Why did I ever wait so long to get him on me and in me? And what about Doris' young brother? She'd have to scheme some way to get him between her legs, fucking her like Vern was sticking it to her now. And what about Yancy and Jack Ormand? She just knew they would be willing to punch their peckers into her pussy. But they mustn't tell!
With a snort and a sniffle, Vern began screwing his mom as fast as he could make his cock fly. "AAAAAAHHHH, yesss," she sighed, smiling vaguely, concentrating and wretching as his gun really went off again and great gushing spews of cum hosed deep in her bowels.
He planted the full bole of his cock into her severely distorted, stretched asshole and flooded her guts, the head of his cock expanding and thoroughly corking her asshole.
She kept her legs up high for him and thought dreamily of teaching him to 69. She would buy him something nice to induce him to suck her pussy while she ate his marvelous prick.
Gently, reluctantly, Rhoda pushed her son away, wincing delectably as his slippery prick slipped from her twinging anus. "Just so you don't talk to anyone," she admonished him. "We'll have a lot of fun."
And she kept her word again that night. After supper, with the house dark, she stretched her son out in the middle of the living room floor and sucked his cock, head-to-toe, head-to-toe:
In a little while, he got the idea, spread her hard ass cheeks wide and she settled her long, deep sex-groove on his face and he ate out her pussy while she reveled in the joys of eating prick.
And in the back of her mind were joyful pictures of the kid next door and the two Ormand brothers-all of them naked, one at a time and all at once, giving her a red-hot fucking-mouth and pussy at the same time.
CHAPTER THREE
Doris was awake early the next morning, Saturday, aware of a feeling of trepidation as she heard her daddy getting up down the hall. Sometimes he worked until noon at the garage on Saturdays, sometimes not.
She kind of hoped he worked today, so she could go over her thoughts-analyze them, a word a thirteen-year-old didn't always think of. She was nervous about how her father would treat her after-after, well, after he had gotten her to take his big-it was really big-his huge peter in her mouth.
Doris shuddered under the sheet and light blanket, fretting over whether she wanted to try it again or not. She really didn't know how she felt about it. In a way, it was terrifically exciting. She licked the tip of her tongue over dry lips, trying to recall just exactly how his big, hard muscle had tasted. In another way, it was kind of frightening. Her normal instincts were that it was filthy and unnatural. She flicked her tongue across her lips again, sucked on her tongue as she hollowed out her cheeks, trying to remember just how full her mouth had been when she had her daddy's hot meat in there.
Well, maybe, he would never touch her again. Hadn't he been sort of, well, sorry about it toward the end? Worried that she might tell.
Still, she scowled in the early morning darkness he had said something about putting it, well, between her legs. "In me there?" she whispered, hearing him leave the bathroom and pad barefoot toward the kitchen. Unbidden, one of her hands crept between her lean thighs. Just the thought of that made a hotness way up in deep. Doris probed tentatively with a finger. Just inside her tiny pussy. It did feel hot. And so dry. But, oh, so hot.
"It just won't ... He can't possibly-get that big thing in me," she whispered again. He wouldn't even try, she thought, mind spinning dizzily. Would he? With mixed emotions, she tried to tug down the hem of her shortie nightgown.
Then her breath caught as she saw her bedroom door opening and her father standing there with his robe loosely belted. "Did you hear Phil come in last night?"
Doris gulped, huddled under the covers as she stared at him mutely, shook her head negatively. If his robe would just gape open a little more as he stood there with feet far apart she could tell if he was wearing anything under.
"I heard him," she murmured, "I think sorta late, Daddy."
"Well, come have coffee with me. Let him sleep," he said.
Well, it must all be okay, she thought, rising on an elbow, clutching the sheet over her ripely blossoming titties. "Okay," she said, waiting for him to leave so she could get up and slip into her robe.
But he stood there in the doorway, seeming much broader with his robe sort of billowed out around him. "Well, little girl, come on."
She scowled uncertainly, then shuffled out of bed, turning her back to him modestly, aware her bottom was exposed. But she slipped into the robe quickly, turned and followed him out of the room and down the semi-dark hallway.
"Be real still and don't wake your brother," her father cautioned, in a hissing whisper.
But they didn't get to the kitchen. Just inside the living room her daddy turned and draped his arms around her, smothering her to him. And there was no doubt, she could feel his hardness against her belly, reaching almost to her bosom, he was so tall and she was kind of short.
She shrugged silently in his rocky embrace. "Come on, show me a little affection this morning, little girl," Orville Hagerman said gruffly as she squirmed in his arms.
A nervousness danced through Doris when her father kept her snared in his arms, his hands rubbing down her slender back, over the flare of her hips that hadn't yet reached opulent proportions.
"Hey? Please, Daddy?" she questioned, aware of the heat of his front that he pressed to her so tightly it was almost stiffling.
"You're awfully fresh," she wheezed, trying to banter.
"You ain't kiddin', Baby," he said in a harsh whisper. "I had a good night's sleep.
The teenager tried to twist from side to side to avoid the hard pressure of his genitals. Without warning, a strange heat flared deep in her belly as the bulge of his organ grew more prominent. There was a stirring deep in her tummy.
"Please, Daddy! Phil might wake up," she muttered huskily, aware their wrestling, inept on her part, was loosening her father's robe. And her robe was coming undone, too. "I think we better stop this," she protested, straining to keep her voice down.
Geez, the cute little blonde fretted mentally, I think he's getting bigger down there. Getting a bigger and huger hard-on. There was no doubt in her mind that his genitals were firm and hot against her as they jostled in the middle of the living room floor. He leaned back and lifted her clear of the floor and her slim legs stretched along his muscular thighs.
Her clothes were coming loose and his man-business was like lumpy rocks pressed to her youthful body. "Aaawwwwwwkkk!" she tried to suppress the squawk of surprise as her daddy swept a hand up under her robe and laid a big palm across her tensed butt cheeks.
He lifted her higher and dived his other hand around to her front, in between them and he had his hand between her legs. "Quiiiiiittttttt, don't do that!" she gasped, wincing as he expertly searched with a finger and kind of knifed it into her small cuntal lips, stroking the inner petals of her sex-groove.
She gasped with effort as she squirmed, trying to get her crotch away from his hand. Her legs doubled outside his as the end of a blunt finger found her entry and penetrated about an inch. Dully, Doris was aware her hole was no longer dry; she could feel the moisture cloying to his finger.
"Daddddddy!" she snapped, feeling his other hand on her bottom, the fingers plowing in her fanny crack. And it was doing something to her-his hands. She felt all goose-bumpy, but her body was feverish.
His hand was so big it completely covered her immature mound and kept her legs wide apart. "No, darn it, Daddy," she hissed, voice breaking off as a shudder of deliciousness swept upward through her belly to kind of spark in the tingling tips of her hard titties.
Dully, she thought it did feel sort of good, the way he kept a finger just inside her and used his other fingers to press open the lips.
"Daaaaaarnnnnnn, Daddy!" she gasped as he bent, lowering her so her feet finally touched the floor. She danced up on tiptoe as he spread her cuntal lips wide and stabbed with his finger. It seemed to bring a hot flushing to her stinging groove. A dizziness swirled in her brain and electricity snapped in her vulva. Doris didn't know it, but her father had found her clit, rubbed it with the tip of his thumb until it was finally distended.
"No, no, no! Daddy! This is naughty! Phil might hear and come out and see you-me-us!" her voice trailed off weakly as his finger continued to probe in her rut and his hand toyed with her rear end, rubbing the rubbery cheeks up and down her crack.
Both were breathing harshly and a feeling of extreme intoxication was stealing over Doris as she shuddered helplessly in her daddy's arms. For a moment, he held her loosely, yet she didn't spin away from him, just stood there weakly, trembling, hypnotized by his hand in her crotch and on her hot little ass.
They stumbled slightly as she became aware he was going to grapple her to the floor. She couldn't get a hand on his chest to push him away and she pressed it against his hip bone. Her hand slipped between them and she tensed as if burned.
"Daaaaadddddy," she wailed softly, the single word plaintively. Involuntarily, her hand crept back, of its own will, it seemed. She had touched it. It felt so familiar-and excruciatingly exciting. Her father's robe was undone and she had touched his penis, even harder and hotter and more rampantly ready than the night before when she had sucked it.
A sort of craziness was like a spider web in her head; her thoughts so fuzzy. She gripped his long hard cock, until he moaned. "Let's stop this," she hissed, gasping for breath, but her fingers remained curled around his rigid prick, even trying to stroke it in spite of the lack of room.
"You're gonna make me fall down," she whispered, her head against his chest.
"Play with your old man's cock, Baby," her father said harshly. "Play with it nice-you got a cool hand. And I won't make you fall down, little girl," he added as they sank to the floor.
"You'll hurt me," Doris said, all reserves and resolve melting away as her insides began to boil. She clung to his monstrous cock as he scooped her robe up over her breasts, almost hiding her face, then shucked off his own robe.
"Aaaaaahhhh," the girl sighed, trying to see as she felt the spill of all his goodies against her fist as he got rid of his shorts.
"Ooooohhh, I'm scared, Daddy," the almost fragile girl sobbed, feeling smothered under his nakedness.
"Oooohhh, just don't be scared," her father panted. He pushed her hand. "You can play with it 'way back, but let me have the end. Now, don't be scared. You're my little girl; but I'm gonna make you a big girl, at least big up between your legs, big enough to handle a man-sized cock and some deep fuckin'."
His body was so thick it pressed her legs far apart and she had the sensation of being split up the middle. Instinctively, she sensed she was soon to be split, in literal sense, would be made a real split-tail in a few seconds.
She kept one hand on her dad's prick while she tried to flatten down her rumpled clothes. Wouldn't it be better if they were both naked, if her daddy insisted on going through with this, fucking her, as he said?
Doris was unable to get her feet to the floor, so she rested her scissored legs against the tall man's flanks, waiting and milking her hand up and down on his cock as he seemed to be aiming it or something.
Her eyes gaped wide and her mouth worked wordlessly as she felt a hot wetness prying at the firm lips of her pussy. The end of his cock, she mused, a feverishness in her brain.
She tried to study the rubbing sensation, tried to visualize what his cock looked like, the big knob roving up and down her narrow furrow. "Aaaaaiiiieeee," she gasped in a long sigh, wondering what that frantic sensation was as the blunt plum of his prick that grazed her swollen little clit.
Somehow she knew the lips of her pussy were stretched around the head of his cock now. In spite of herself, she tried to shake her ass as he groped with the end of his prick for her vulnerable entry.
A hot flush roared up through her belly like a flood, a tidal wave. There was a sensation of pressure, a denting. "Baby, I got 'er set right at the cherry-bustin' socket of your cunny," her father grunted. "You can keep your hand on your old man's tool 'til you ain't got no more to hold on to," he said, squinting at her, winking, licking his lips. "Pretty soon, though, you won't have no cock-handle to grab and jerk off."
She scowled in apprehension as his big hands seized her narrow waist, firm against her hips. "It'll hurt?" she wailed softly, feeling a cringing in her insides.
She gasped helplessly at the strengthening inner pressure. The heat was intense. The initial stretching of the entry to her vagina was increasing. "Daddddddy," she gasped, feeling faint and flushed and feverish.
Without a warning, there was a release, a yielding of her flesh. She felt a gorging sensation. "Baby, you just got the head of your old man's prick in your little pussy."
She thought about that, drew a deep, rattling breath. Her hand told her there was more to come, lots and lots more. Her daddy had a gigantic cock.
She wondered what he was waiting for. He was just letting the tip of his prick soak in her. Not so bad, she mused dully. She even relaxed a bit, let her legs slack away from his sides and he had plenty of room for what he was doing, starting to fuck her.
Doris kept her feet a foot or so above the floor, toes curled in anticipation. "Aaaaaaaahhhh-ah-ah," she moaned, wiggling her trim little ass as her father probed with his prick, from side to side.
Then he drew her to him and worked his hips. Doris had the sensation there was a creaking inside her. And she definitely could feel it going, creeping into her snug little twatty. She couldn't truly believe it, but his huge prick was starting to slip and slide into her. Not very much, but it was going into her body, right in between her legs.
"You're making it, you're going in me; you're getting it inside me, Daddy," she whispered in awed tones. "Can you feel your prick-your nice, huge, beautiful prick-going in me? My pussy, truly, is taking your gigantic cock, Daddy."
Doris was only vaguely aware she continued crooning to him, talking, rubbing his shoulders as she concentrated on the exquisiteness of having her body crammed full of his massive cock. Her very first time. And her young, tight snatch was getting hotter and wetter, expanding and clutching and convulsing.
She was so entranced with her ecstasy, the strangeness of having a prick thrust up her she twinged only slightly when her ripe cherry was crushed to a pulp by the invading spearhead of her father's cock. She did cry out weakly. But that brief pain was just a prickling and the enchanting ecstasy returned in a flash of lightning.
As her father began penetrating her with more industrious shoves of his cock, a need, a hunger, a wanting, a craving was born in the young girl. Tentatively, she took her hand from the base of his cock. "Try a hard push," she ventured. She gasped sharply when he responded with a strong bucking of his bare ass.
"Maybe you better take it easy and hunch it in my pussy a little bit at a time," she said doubtfully. Thoughts and wishes without words formed in her juvenile mind. Don't go off too soon and shoot your juice in me; maybe, if we take it easy, we'll have a goodie, goodie fuck. Please don't rush and go off for awhile.
Before he had more than five inches stuffed into her, she felt a convulsing in his cock. Instinctively, she reached between them quickly, squeezed his cock painfully, grabbed his bag of balls and gave it a renching. She smiled as he drew a ragged breath and resumed ramming his cock down and into her tight little snatch.
"Feel good-I mean okay?" her father wheezed.
"I don't know yet," she whispered, patting his cheek with the rasp of whisker. "Yes, I think so."
"You're just like your mother. That squeeze on the old cock and balls shuts off my jizzing every time," her father praised her.
She picked up his words. "Then you won't let your cock spout jizz for awhile? I don't want you to cum for awhile, Daddy," she begged, starting to rock her cute little butt, arching her cunny wantonly to his inward plowing prick.
"I think I want you to give me all the rest of your cock at once," she ventured, feeling bold and confident.
A soft, lengthy sigh escaped her lips as he sank the last of his nine thick inches of prick into her and his groin crushed her love mound and his heavy balls dangled like a limp pendulum against the flat of her up-tilted ass.
"I'll let it soak in your pussy for a little bit," he said, reaching now to fondle her titties, his imbedded cock holding her body in position. "Then, we'll do it easy and fun-like. See? I just pull my cock out and push it back in you," her father informed her.
Her stuffed snatch seemed on fire-and so full of wonderful prick. Doris rubbed her dad's shoulders, dug in her fingernails when he started pulling it out of her. "Hey! Dooooon't let it come out all the way, Daaaaadddddy!" In the next instant, he banged it back to the balls in her twat. "Yeeeessss, put it back up me!"
When Orville Hagerman groaned as if in pain, Doris hugged an arm around his neck. "Oooohhh, poooooor daddddddy. Did my pussy hurt your beautiful prick?"
"I'll show you whose apparatus gets hurt," he muttered, pulling out and slamming his prick back into her pussy.
"Aaaaaahhh, goodie, yessssss," she hissed. "Nice, long, hard, steady punches," she encouraged, her body ablaze with passion.
"God, yeessssss, Aaaahhh, God, yes," she wailed, voice shrill as he began fucking it to her, deep between her up-raised quivering legs, far into her fuck-well.
"You're just like your mother-already a good, hot fuck," her father groaned. "Just wait 'til you learn a little more about it, get some experience," he added, rocking and thudding his prick into her.
An inferno was kindling in her pussy, lightning was snapping in her unsheated clit and her innards were thundering each time he reamed out her cunny. Suddenly, she wanted to be naked with him and she fumled her robe away, tore her nightie off over her head.
"Do I fuck good, my first time?" she whispered, elated at the sensation of nudity-her bared pussy taking his long, thick, lancing cock.
"Yes, we do fuck good together," her father panted.
Doris smiled with wistful pleasure as her father lay his hands over her breasts and loved them lasciviously. She was astonished as she stared glassily over his shoulders at her feet straight up in the air at the end of stiffened legs.
"I think I'm gonna like fucking, Daddy," she laughed gaily, her mind swirling dizzily and she wondered what was happening to her. She was about to explode. Then she screamed with ecstasy as she erupted into the first orgasm of her life. How her insides churned and thundered. Even deep in her asshole, she thought crazily, wishing it would never end.
Her father was wheezing and sweating. Weakly, she put both arms around his neck as her nuts continued to crack. Hazily, she wished he would go off right then and squirt his strong squirts of jizz deep in her volcanic cunny. "Poooooor, hard-working daddy," she crooned as he grunted and huffed, fucking the cock to her snug pussy faster and faster.
"You're getting there?" she asked weakly, remember how it was when he went off in her mouth. "You're about ready to jizz my pussy?"
Then she was unable to talk any more because he was fucking her into a maddening climax, violent a scalding as he added his torrent of fuck-lava to her exploding pussy.
She howled wildly at the heightened enchantment as her cunt-muscles gripped his buried prick.
"A A A A A WWWWWKKKKKK, GOD, FUCK ME!" she screamed in wild ecstasy, sensing that her insides were being ripped apart as his imbedded prick throbbed and gushed her full of thick, scalding jizz.
"Ooooooohhhh, God, yesssss, fuck me!"
All sorts of bombs seemed to be exploding deep in her aching, burning snatch as he again punched ruthlessly, demandingly into her body. She felt his jizz sloshing around inside her and his balls were slap-slapping meatily against her burning, itching rectum.
CHAPTER FOUR
Rhoda hadn't meant to spy, but there she stood that early Saturday morning, staring through a glass panel in the front door of the Hagerman house. All she had meant to do was go over and tell Orville the water company wanted him to take a pickup to the garage and get it running.
She had seen it all and heard it, lust rising sharply and hotly in her as she watched the ultimate debauching of the petite teenager. What astonished her was how the youngster really took to sex.
Rhoda calculated that the lanky Orville would have kept on fucking his young daughter if the honey-blonde hadn't looped her legs over his bare ass and locked her ankles, hugging him into her youthful saddle, thus imbedding his spurting prick all the way into her thundering twat.
Doris cried out as her father pulled his huge cock from her dripping, almost hairless pussy and slumped against the nearby daveno. "Oooooohhh, Dadddddy, I didn't want you to stop fucking me. Why did you stop? I love your big, beautiful prick up my little cunny."
She closed her eyes, tears pinched through the tight lids. It had been so heavenly, the way he slammed his masterful cock deep between her legs. Intuitively, she knew a man just had to crawl off a girl once he had fucked himself to his limit and his gun went off, pumping lovely, tasty jizz in her.
Doris' hands went between her splayed thighs and she rubbed her swollen labia, pressing the passion-thickened lips of flesh over her throbbing, aching hole that was closing slowly to trap his flood of love-juice. Still in the throes of passion and orgasm, she rolled her trim butt back and forth, around and around on the harsh carpet.
She drew her legs up, the calves lolling against the back sides of her milk-white thighs. "I do love it; I do love being fucked," she whimpered, turning tear-filled, resentful eyes on her apparently exhausted father who held his wilting phallus in one hand and his stony nuts in the other.
The little blonde girl stared at the ceiling for a moment, then closed her eyes, savoring the memory of having her hot little pussy chock-full of massive prick. "I don't know why you had to go off so soon, Daddy. I was having such a fun-time. And my first time, being fucked and you had to quit while I was having my best part."
"Christ, little girl," her daddy laughed shakily, "I had to quit-as much as I love screwing cock in your pretty cunny."
"Do you really think my pussy is pretty?" Doris smiled, eyes following her naked dad who strode toward the kitchen, his lengthy cock and balls swinging.
"You have a beautiful snatch, Daughter," he called as he sloshed whiskey into half a cup of coffee. "And if I had more juice in my battery, I'd bang it again as soon as I down my coffee. What do you say to that?"
The girl didn't answer. Her attention was distracted and she was staring. Not in the direction where Rhoda stood transfixed and aching, herself, to be diddled, but down the hallway toward their sleeping quarters.
"Doris-doll?" her father called when she didn't reply. Then he walked into the living room, his massive genital swaying and saw his fifteen-year-old son, Phil standing there, eyes gawking at his naked sister, then at his nude, obscenely nude, father.
The girl, blushing and immensely embarrassed, closed her legs on her hand, laid an arm across her firm young breast-melons. "I told you, daaaaaddddy, Phil might wake up," she cried in flustered embarrassment.
The kids' father recovered his poise quickly, strode on into the living room and hunkered forward on the edge of the davenport. "Oh, hell, little girl. Just your brother. And he's a stud. Aintcha, Phil-boy?"
"But, Daaaaddddy," the girl protested, blinking uncertainly as her sleepy brother plodded toward them. She peered at her implacable father who was studying his son. "Phil, go to your room!" she whimpered.
"Naaaawww, stay here, Phil," their father drawled. "I see you're more than curious. Ever had a piece before-other than five-finger-Mary? Want to give it a try? Hell, your sister didn't get near enough cock up her hot cunt."
He set his empty cup on the arm of the davenport and gestured. "Hell, get down over your pretty sister and tell her how much you love her."
"Hunh? Wha', Dad?" the boy mumbled, very sleepy yet.
"Get down on top of her," Orville grinned, taking his left arm and gently forcing him down over the diminutive Doris, "and you get your legs open and knees drawn up," he told his daughter.
"Pleeeeeaaaassseee, Daaaaaadddy?" the five-foot, two girl pleaded, but she obeyed.
"Go on, love your brother, little girl," her father told her, tone placating as he hovered over his boy's rump, felt under him and undid the drawstring of his pajamas. In one motion, he drew his pants over his feet and both of his children were stark naked.
Tentatively, she hugged her slender arms around her older brother's neck, clasped him to her breasts. Drawing up her legs, she curved her crotch to the boy and his night-hard penis.
"Get your knees up against her ass cheeks, Phil," their dad instructed, reaching between his boy's thighs and grasping his pecker. He leaned low so he could see what he was about and guided the end of his son's cock into the gaping trough of his daughter's vulva. "Use some power and drive your cock up her twat with force," the panting old man grumbled, using his free hand to slap his boy's ass encouragingly.
Doris could feel, very keenly, the head of her brother's hot, hard cock in her rut, nudging her itching, burning entry. "Aaaaarrrrrggggg!" she blurted as the boy was maneuvered by their father and he slammed his ravaging cock into her pussy with almost brutal force.
As the full length of his cock penetrated her, she rolled her ass high and cupped the smooth half-moons of her bottom with both hands, holding her bottom up off the floor. Almost instantly she careened into an enthralling orgasm, shaking her butt swiftly as her brother began pouring his prick into her famished twat.
"It's just too heavenly, getting fucked," she crooned as she revelled in the enchanting joy of having another nice cock romping around in her snatch.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhh," Doris wailed as her orgasm achieved an even loftier peak. As her brother drilled her fuck-hole avidly, she shook her snatch sideways on his pistoning prick to heighten the sense-shattering ecstasy.
Dully, she prayed her brother would have good timing-his first time having his peter in a girl's pussy-and that he would slam-bang his cock into her cunny all the way just at the moment her orgasm was at its pinnacle and at the time he blasted jizz into her.
Her climax began to falter and ebb and she up-fucked her butt frantically. "I'm starting to come down! I'm starting to come down! Hit me hard with your cock, Phil! Punch my pussy and start your jizz gushing in my pussy!"
A gurgle of pleasure babbled from her wide-open mouth as he snock-snocked the cock to her cunt, splitting her open, just as his cum began to spew deep in her innards.
She used her hands to peel apart the loaves of her torrid ass, then push the fleshy fruits back against her brother's loving, buried cock. "Aaaaiiiiieeee!" she howled as his flood of cum splattered throughout her throbbing sex-well. "Oooooh, God, Phil, fuck it to me!"
The little blonde felt she was adrift on a heavenly cloud instead of having her body pounded between the legs with a nice monster of a cock. She sighed with gratitude as her brother grated his hard groin against her plump little love-mattress.
God, how she loved it! It compressed the stretched lips against her clit and set it to stinging and pop-popping to sharpen her climax to agony-pleasure.
Doris was keenly aware of her father, hunkered naked beside them, one of his big, calloused hands fumbling around her bottom where Phil had his massive pole planted up her twatty.
Her eyes opened wide as she felt one of his fingers groping and exploring in her ass crevice. Her body shivered involuntarily as his stiff finger probed just under her crammed cunt. "Aaaaaawwwwwkkk!" she squalled, her feet kicking high, legs stiff and Veed as he ruthlessly buried his finger all the way in her bowels.
"Daaaaaaddddy!" she screamed as tears filled her blue eyes. A shudder crashed through her body, then the tension eased and he was fingerfucking her tiny asshole. To her relief the shock of his penetration was brief and a liquid heat built to an inferno in her stinging butt hole. In a minute-a dozen or so finger thrusts and she was experiencing an anal orgasm.
She wished Phil would start fucking her again. Then he did give her a couple of deep, hard cock-haunches and she was in the midst of the throes of a dual-climax, feeling magnificently alive from the twin-impalement. "Oooooohhh, God, I'm cumming again-some more," she whimpered in a tone of childish worship of a cock corking her cunt while her tender-fluttering asshole was industriously finger-diddled.
"Phil, can you cum some more?" she sighed. "I'd love for your to jizz my pussy again. It's so wonderful, a cock up my pussy and daddy's finger pushing in my buttie hole."
"Baby, you're just like your mom. You're not only a hot screw, you're gonna really go for cornholing," her father chuckled with lecherous delight.
"She's a hot piece of tail, isn't she, Boy?" he hummed. "Look at the way she keeps pushing herself at you all the time."
"Is that bad?" the tiny girl pouted. "Is it bad I like being-screwed?" she sought another naughty word. She thought she liked the way 'fuck' rolled on her tongue though. "Don't you want me to like fucking, Daddy? Phil?"
"Hell, Kitten, you're made for fucking," her dad laughed jubilantly, easing around so her right hand could curl around his slowly stiffening cock. "Go ahead and jack me off. I just might cornhole you, if you get me nice and hard."
"Lovely prick," Doris said dreamily.
"And you have a pretty pussy and fancy asshole-built for prick," her dad responded affectionately.
"Will you really try to put your monster in my buttie hole, Daddy?" she asked, scowling, wondering just how she could take his pillar of flesh.
She lay resentful but silent as her brother eased from between her legs and sat against the davenport. "Ooooooo-ahhhh," she cooed, squinting as her daddy's finger left her asshole with the soft sound of a bottle being uncorked.
Doris smiled wistfully at her dazed brother. "Phil, do you think my pussy is pretty?" When he nodded dumbly, she laughed softly, muscially. "You do, huh? Well, I think cocks are handsome things. Especially nice, long, thick, hard ones."
She turned on an elbow and studied her brother's reddened, wet penis. "You have a very lovely cock, Phil, and a nice set of goodie-nuts."
For a full minute, she studied her father's intent face, then she diverted attention back to her brother. "I could show you something else that's lovely fun-but I don't want you to watch me show you." she said brightly.
She wiggled toward him on her elbows and belly. She glanced again at her father for approval or disapproval.
"Well, go ahead, Girl," her dad nodded.
"You promise not to watch? Phil? Promise?" When he nodded that he wouldn't, she said, "Okay, then. It's all right if you watch, Daddy. And she reached for him with her hand. "Now, you said you wouldn't watch, so turn your head away, Phil. Or, I just might not do it to you."
Doris waited until he averted his eyes, then settled before him on her elbows, squarely between his drawn up knees. Gently, she cupped his dangling balls in her left hand and held his cock near the root with her right and angled it toward her intent face.
"Now, don't watch, Brother," she admonished.
Delicately, she closed her lips over the shrunken head of his prick and caressed the glans with her raspy tongue. She giggled with glee when her brother groaned and a harsh shudder rippled through his body.
He gasped and his hips jerked when she sucked hard on the quickly fattening knob. Doris glanced up and saw his face as he stared down at her stuffed mouth on his prick that was beginning to swell.
She shrugged mentally. In spite of her warning him not to watch, she continued sucking the succulent knob of his prick until it again reached maximum erection.
"Thataway to go, little girl," her daddy whispered and she thought she could hear him jacking off, a meaty sound any way.
Her eyes twinkled and she emitted gurgling sounds of satisfaction as his body was shaken with heavy tremors. Slowly, she began to mouth-fuck him, at first in dainty little strokes with her lips nibbling on his cock, just behind the tasty dark flange of the head.
As her mouth-strokes grew longer, more intense, she took her fist from the base of his prick and she clamped both hands on his quivering balls.
What the heck? No, she didn't care if he watched her going down on him and giving him a blow-job. In fact, she found it extra exciting to have him watch her suck off his delicious cock.
As she sucked on his cock, noisily, hungrily, she wished her daddy would stop beating his handsome fuck-meat and give it a try, shoving it up her ass.
As she gobbled all of her brother's prick as it began to squirt tasty jizz, she thought hazily that she could bet she would never get another spanking.
If she wasn't enjoying savoring her brother's convulsing cock, she would stop sucking him for a minute, just long enough to ask her father to just try fucking his cock in her ass. Yep, she just had to have that tried in her before too long.
As she contemplated the exciting experience of being cornholed her rectum began itching and her pussy began tingling again. What worried her the most was whether her brother and daddy would be able to fuck her as often as she wanted. She wondered what they would say if she got Vern next door.
CHAPTER FIVE
For the entire week, Rhoda Myles had been so hard-up she could hardly stand it. Especially after watching the antics of the Hagerman clan. But she had curbed her impulses to take on Vern again, and had restrained herself. She wanted him to get the idea, without her saying anything, that he must never, ever say anything to anyone.
He hadn't said anything to her, but she had seen him looking at her with calf's eyes, big, pleading brown eyes. She had thought of limiting his association with the Ormand boys-she didn't care if he associated with Phil Hagerman, despite the fact they had something very naughty in common.
"Uuuuuummmm, that Phil Hagerman," she mused as she sat alone in the water company office that Friday afternoon to take any emergency calls. After seeing him screw his sister and saw the heft of his cock when Doris gave him a blow-job, she was satisfied he could do a satisfactory job cunt-pounding her with his cock.
"I'm a hot bitch," Rhoda giggled softly, knowing the front door was locked and she was secure in the back office. She pushed away from the big, mahogany desk, leaned back in the enormous leather-upholstered swivel chair. She kicked off her pumps and braced her feet on the edge of the desk.
If anyone came in, it would be by the rear entry. And she didn't expect any of the company employees on Friday afternoon. Certain the chair wouldn't roll, Rhoda raised her bottom and deftly rolled down her panties. She gave them a toss and they landed in a silky mass beside her purse.
"Aaaaaahhh, yeeeeesss," she breathed as she tilted back, legs far apart, and dipped a hand into her hairy nest. "I could use that horny Hagerman kid right now," she whispered as her lust increased to a white heat.
She parted her knees even more, worked the hem of her dress up around her waist and employed both hands in her black-thatched straddle, pinching the thick, hairy lips into a long, narrow flange, pressing thumbs against her fully distended clit.
With her head thrown back against the roll on the back of the chair, she sighed roughly and used the fingers of both hands to split her vulva wide open. With delectable tremors cascading through her pelvis, she ran a finger of each hand up and down the deep cleft, dabbling fingertips at her fluttering hole and teasing the fleshy nub that poked from her clit sheathing of flesh, such dark, pink flesh.
Rhoda closed her eyes and sighed audibly, loud in the empty office, and gouged her two index fingers into her smoking cauldron. "I truly wish that Phil Hagerman would stumble in." He had sometimes, wondering if his dad had been around.
But he's probably fucking his sister now-or off some place with Vern and the Ormand boys from across town. She would relent and give her son another crack at her wooly blossome and honey pot, if he came in, but he almost never came to her place of employment.
With her eyes closed, she began to finger her pussy in a frantic need. She had visions of her son and Phil and the two Ormand boys all standing naked, awaiting their turns to shove their cocks to her. "If they were all here," she scowled at the idea of being found taking on young kids, "I'd take 'em all on. I could stand a little gang-banging."
Then Rhoda frowned. What was she contemplating and day-dreaming about was precisely what got her husband a term in the state penitentiary. Screwing the fourteen-year-old daughter of the school principal.
When she really had her fingers flying in and out of her pussy, her senses grew keen and alert, hearing the rear entrance open. "Son of a bitch," t she breathed resentfully, pulling her hands from her crotch and pushing her dresshem down. "Orville," she called, "is that you?" She hoped it was-he'd banged her split several times, starting a month after her hubby had gone down the river. Up the river?
"Nah, Mrs. Myles. It's me."
And she stared implacably through narrowed eyes at Phil Hagerman standing in a slouch in the doorway of the office. "Is my dad around? Or coming by? He's not at the garage."
"I haven't seen him," Rhoda said with a wisp of a smile. "How are things at home?" The question was intuitive, as she wondered whether he would reveal anything.
"Awwwww, everything is fine," the youngster said.
"How's your sister? Behaving herself?" Rhoda said non-committally. "And you?"
"Were you and Vern talking about me the other evening when I was lounging in the patio?" she made up a story. "Bet I know what you were talking about," she continued.
Did she see his face redden.
"We weren't talking about you, Mrs. Myles," the boy blurted.
"Poop. I bet you were talking about girls," Rhoda smiled, shaking a finger at the youth. "Talking about these two things." She pointed at the twin mountains filling the bodice of her dress. "And what girls have down here." With an overly dramatic gesture Rhoda pointed at her crotch, using her index finger to dent her dress and shape it around her lips and over her plump Venus mound.
"Nah," Phil chirped quickly, gulping, but not taking his eyes off her finger that lingered within an inch of her torrid, damp pussy.
Rhoda winked impishly. "Well, if you-I mean you, Phil-have an interest in my two jugs and what I got between my legs, you shouldn't discuss them with my son. Talk to me about them. Come over here."
He was blushing now, but was unabashed as he strolled toward her. "What if I gave you a quick look at what I got between my legs? Would that make you run like a rabbit-or would you want to see more?" Before he could comment, Rhoda quickly swished her dresstail up, gave him a flash of a look and tossed her dress back over her bare snatch with all its splendid forest of ebony black hair.
She was uncertain. The boy didn't say anything, just stood there staring down at the place he had just seen. "Want to see more of it?" She laughed when he nodded, swallowed hard. She fanned her hand out and rubbed her fingertips against the bulge in his pants, down the tell-tale welt in his left leg.
"Gettin' any, Phil? You know what I mean," she said archly. "Are you getting any nookie." He remained quiet, immobile, just staring unblinking at the sag of her dress between her spread legs. "Hey, don't be shy," she laughed. She caressed a finger along his growing ridge. "Hey, are you getting worked up and need-some fucking?"
When he didn't reply, she said smugly, "You better know it. You're getting a hard-on!" With her left hand she hiked up her dress to expose her crotch, the black hair billowing in thick curls in a Vee from her legs to grow profusely across her pillow and a little way up her flat belly.
Deftly, slowly, she unbuttoned his pants and reached inside, pried out his growing young cock. "Why don't you strip off your clothes and bang my snatch for me. Wouldn't you like to fuck your next door neighbor?"
Rhoda scowled at him as he hesitated as she dipped her hands into her straddle, caressed long, tapering thighs, then spreading the thick lips of her fragrant pussy. "Well, are you going to fuck me, or not?"
She goaded him by undoing his belt and pushing down his pants. "I think I'd love having you screw me, Phil. You have such a nice pecker for a young guy. You might as well," she breathed heavily, dipping a well-manicured finger .deep into her wet tunnel and holding it before his nose for him to sniff.
"You really, truly mean it?" Phil said tightly and he bent over to untie his shoes and kick off his pants and shorts. Then he peeled off his shirt while Rhoda stood long enough to take off her dress, half-slip and bra. "Know what these are?" she pointed at her panties and giggled. "I had my panties off and was playing with my twat before you arrived." She lifted his half-limp peter and squeezed it. "How come not hard?"
She tugged lovingly on his meat. "Get it over here, Phil-so I can get my hot lips on it. I'll have me a finger-diddle cum while I render you a blow-job." She urged him to step over her and the hunkered down woman rolled back his foreskin, pushed some four inches of his cock into her mouth.
"Uuuuuummm-yuuuuummm," she crooned as she sucked hard, pushed both hands under him and into her oozy snatch. "Lean up over me," she mumbled around the mouthful of prick, "so I can really go down on you and swallow all your cock."
As her talented mouth lapped his prick, she swizzled her tongue around it, happily aware of the rapidly burgeoning plum on the end. She whimpered mutedly as her fingers were masturbating her into a sharp, twinging orgasm. Her body shook and she worked her head, nodding, to mouth-fuck his nearly full erection.
The chair creaked and squeaked as she shook. Her finger-orgasm was popping and crackling keenly, delectably in her red-hot snatch. She looked up into his face, eyes twinkling. He understood and obliged her by hunching gently, erratically, forcing his meat into her super-willing face. She responded by gulping the rubbery knob down her narrow gullet.
"Uuuuuuuum-uuuuum-uuuuuummm," she purred softly, savoring the plump head and the heady flavor of raw fuck-meat. She loved it, the way a completely hard cock would continue to expand when it was sucked just right. And the head and shaft of his cock thoroughly filled her hot mouth.
She didn't want to do the blow-job too far and have him go bang in her throat. As soon as she was satisfied it was as hard and big as it was going to get, she inched it out of her mouth by turning her head to the side. "Can you throw the dick to my snatch while I slump in the chair?"
As she waited for him to gawk at her drippy snatch and ogle her jutting breasts with the dark, bloated nipples, she caressed her belly and smoothed out her crinkly hair, combing fingers through the tangled tendrils.
"Come on, mount me," she urged, reaching a hand for his prodigious prong. She began panting passionately, lifting her heavy boobies, to goad his youthful animal lust. "You've fucked before, you know how. Come on, Phil-stud, mount your neighbor and fuck your beautiful cock up my twat."
She held her breath as he hovered down over her, pushed his arms behind her, just above her heavy hips. She reached, found him and dipped the fat, bluntish head of his cock into her gaping trough of red flesh. With only a couple of swabs, from her asshole to her clit, she set the point at the place she wanted to be speared.
"Shove your cock in me," she whispered, using her feet on the desk to raise her ass and curve her pussy to his arrow of pleasure. He shook a couple of times, then hunched and bucked. "Goddamn, yes!" she whinnied as he hoisted about four inches of prick into her scalding cunt.
Rhoda whimpered gratefully, succeeded in flattening herself a little more, and took the rest of his hardy dong into her clutching snatch. "Hit me with your cock," she gasped. "Have you screwed your sister?" she tried to trap him. But he remained silent as his bare ass began working in slow rhythm.
The tall brunette blew a tangle of black hair from her eyes and reached to grab the cheeks of her ass, pry them apart so he could really ream-cram his cock deep between her sprawled legs. Her cunt began a slow eruption that built to a crescendo of passion and pleasure. She bit her lower lip to shut off the shrill squealing scream building in her throat.
The chair was proving to be a dandy coital vehicle. It rocked back and forth as he bucked and hunched and lurched, fucking his cock deep into her thundering cunt. And her position was ideal, she thought, feeling the heavy flange of the corona each time he almost, but not quite, hauled his dong out of her suctioning cunt. "Thump the cock to me, Phil; really pour the prick to my pussy and hit the bottom of my pit and make me climax bang-bang. Oooooohhh, goooooood Jesus, fuck the cock up my twat!"
With a sniffle and a dull snort, Phil began rocking his bare ass with increased frenzy, driving his young cock into the older woman's pulsating pussy. She pressed the firm flesh of her buttocks in against his flying piston, taking his prick into her with a series of plaintive, soft sighs of wanton pleasure.
"Aaaggghhh, Phil, pour the cock to me," she whimpered in a begging tone. "Shaft me deep and maybe cornhole me to windup a happy fuck-session."
She wished the boy would start talking to her, saying filthy sex words. That always made her fly to pieces in orgasm. "Don't you want to fuck my asshole, too, Phil-honey?" It had an effect on him. He gripped her waist in a tight embrace and ground his groin against her pulpy love mound.
Rhoda could feel the outer lips of her pussy stretched out of shape and the inner petals being pushed into her cove each time he rammed his mammoth cock back into her pussy. She wished she could see her thick-lipped gash stretched like a rubber gasket around his plunging prick with all that crisp black hair wilted by cock and cunt juice.
"Oooooohhh, Christ, it's good, getting my pussy fucked." She had a sobering thought that sapped some of her pleasure. "But you better not ever breath a word you've had me and my pussy, Phil. If you don't, I may let you fuck me again someday," she coaxed. When he mumbled that he would never say a word, her peak of satisfaction was reached again. "I wish I could see your cock stabbing my pussy. But-God, it's good! Fuck it to me, screw me. Aaaaah-ah-ah, pure fuckin' heaven, a nice hard cock pounding my twat full of ninety pounds of glorious meat."
He missed several strokes. "Whassa matter? Want me to shut up and shake my ass and help you fuck me?" she giggled, using one hand to pat his bucking, toiling ass. She gasped with delight as their bellies smacked sweatily together and his groin crushed the dainty flower bud of her clitoris.
As best she could, she made her ass fly, arching her ravishing gash to his rutting prick. Then his pace quickened and he was pouring the prick to her pussy as fast as he could hunch his butt.
"You ain't gonna cum yet, are you?" she squealed in anguish and unfulfilled torment. She hugged him to her, reached around him and took his bag of balls in a merciless hand. He howled sharply, paused, then resumed shafting his cock in bang-bang lunges into her gripping snatch.
"I got a deep hole between my legs, but you've hit the bottom several times," she panted. "Please, don't cum yet?" she wheedled. "I want to have one more hard climax and I ain't quite ready yet. Keep on fucking me and get me there, Phil."
A soft gurgling wail built in the kid's throat, then blossomed like a siren. "Fuuuuucck me back!" he hollered, socking the fuck-meat deep into her torrid, spasming pussy.
"AAAAAAHHH, JESUS CHRIST!" Rhoda howled, partly disappointed as her bare, rounded ass lurched crazily, swiveling slightly on his buried prick that was spouting wildly. She dug two of her own fingers far into her rolling bowels, precipitating a shattering orgasm that banged in her womb.
"Golllleee," she yelped and gasped, as if struggling for breath. She could feel his phallus throbbing in her pussy through the narrow partition that separated her asshole from her vagina. Her cunt was exploding around his vibrating sex-tool and her butt hole was coiling and writhing nicely and delectably around her fingers.
"Go-cum-you fuck-happy kid," she panted, gasping and straining. "You nicely big-cocked little bastard, fuck me full of thick jizz." She shook her bottom on his thunder-pole and sensed she got even another inch and another half-gallon of cum pumped down and into her snatch.
"Jiss me with your big cunt-cork," she pleaded, almost fainting as the slit in the tip of his dick spewed stream after stream of thick, frothy cum into her, plastering the clutching walls of her aching, throbbing pussy.
"Soooooooo wonnnnderful, having my pussy pecker-banged and gushed full of gorgeous jizz," Rhoda wailed, feeling her belly bloated with nine inches-or about, she guessed-of cock.
"You ain't gonna cornhole me? I doubt we have time today," she said lazily as he hauled his cock out of her and she fondled her swollen, abused pussy. She studied him speculatively. He won't talk, I don't think. If he won't, how about the Ormand boys?
"I guess you and your dad and Doris will be coming to the annual water company picnic?" she said softly. "Next Saturday-week from tomorrow.
We might be able to slip away and tear off a piece of ass then and no one would know, Phil."
Hungrily, she watched him dress, stole a quick suck of his half-limber cock. She winked and smiled when he rubbed her long thighs and patted her oozing pussy, the thick hair matted with his jizz.
CHAPTER SIX
Sipping her highball in the shade of the patio as she relaxed in the chrome-framed hammock, Rhoda wished she had a daughter about Doris' age. Phil could ride her and Vern could pump it to Doris. She nibbled a sliver of ice. It might be a nifty bit of excitement, watching four young kids fucking like mad.
She frowned slightly. She got her jollies of a sort watching others screwing. And she doubted that an adult could get in serious trouble over juveniles humping cocks and cunts to each other. She shook her head, feeling more than a little tight.
Damn, she frowned, there come those Ormand boys again. Covertly, she watched them squat on the ground in the shade of an apple tree at the far corner of the yard. You little shits, I see your covetous looks, she scowled. I know what you're thinking and talking about. A twinge of worry flitted across her mind. Had Vern told them anything? Phil, maybe? That's all she needed, another scandal after the way the old man went up.
Maybe she was worrying for nothing. Maybe the booze was making her jumping, activating thoughts and concern when they weren't necessary.
"You boys," she called, crossing her bare legs that protruded below the loose legs of her shorts, "I told you it wasn't any good, hanging around, that Vern went fishing with Phil and his dad and sister and they won't be back 'til late."
She wished they would go on home. She pouted thoughtfully, wanting them to leave, but down deep wanting them to hang around. She would just bet they were talking about her and sticking around to stare at her bare legs and titties bulging in her sunhalter and think about the goodie-box between her legs.
"Did you hear me? Jack? Yancy? Vern won't be home until late." When they just hung their heads, she grew exasperated. Not moving from her reclining position, she called, "Come on up here. Before I get sore and forbid Vern to roam around with you anymore."
She tried to read their expressions as they slouched toward her, wearing old jeans cut off just below the pockets and T-shirts. They must have been talking about me, naughty talk, she mused. Yes, they got puffy peters from speculating. God, I hope Vern or Phil haven't blabbed to them!
"You've been talking about me, haven't you?" she accused, her eyes darting from their faces to their crotches. "You have-rotten, filthy talk!"
"No, Mrs. Myles," the oldest one, Yancey, who was fifteen, said.
"No, Ma'am," Jack, fourteen, echoed.
"You're thinking the same thoughts you were talking about down under that apple tree," Rhoda said heatedly, believing their eyes were straying from her bare legs to her now heaving bosom. "See? You are! You're thinking about my breasts and what I would look like-naked!"
When both boys paled, then reddened, Rhoda was aware of a feeling of uncertainty. Maybe she wanted to believe they had been conjecturing about her. She bit her full, lower lip speculatively. Just maybe. Hadn't she speculated on seducing the Ormand kids?
A sharp sensation like a needle of pain stabbed from her pelvis to her throat. She drew on the drink. Did she dare? "I'm sorry boys-I just thought you were ogling me and talking about how I would look with no clothes on. But, heck, you've seen naked girls and women before."
"No, Mrs. Myles," they said, almost in unison.
She eyed them somberly, wishing you could decide about making a try at laying them, or playing it safe and not taking the risk. People could be vicious toward those who messed around with kids.
"Oh, I bet you've seen naked girls-at least their titties," she said aloofly, with a tone of disbelief.
"Huh-uh," the echoed each other.
I'd love to show 'em, she fretted mentally. Would I, do I dare? "Well, I wouldn't care," she said off-handedly, "I'm proud of my boobies. Even if you weren't talking about me, I bet you'd like to see my tits-see me without a stitch on."
A warm was flushing through her. There was nothing from the boys. "I guess I won't-you'd tell your folks-or other people-or other kids."
"We wouldn't," Jack, the youngest blurted, face red and eyes bugging.
"You would, too," she countered, disputing him, wishing, praying she could trust them. "I could be nice to you," the thirty-eight-year-old brunette said, shifting in the hammock, arching her back unobtrusively to accent the opulent bulge of her breast. "I'd never let Vern run around with you again."
"Aaaaawwww, Mrs. Myles," Yancy hum-hawed.
She exhaled with an air of boredom. "I wouldn't care if you saw me-nude. But you couldn't keep a secret." They didn't reply and she turned glittering, distrustful eyes on them and they shook their heads negatively. "You'd like to see me, huh? How about I give you just a little peek?"
There was definitely an attitude of growing eagerness in the expressions. "Well," she said, with the same air of boredom, "turn your heads for a minute." They looked away, their heads snapping around.
She raised and undid the two buttons between her shoulders that held the halter in place. Then she lay back, holding the loose garment over her heaving breasts.
"Okay, turn around. Now, I'll just give you a peek. Why don't you get on each side of me?" When they were in position, she carefully, teasingly lifted the halter, just a fraction of an inch at a time, until they could see the beginning of the dark aureoles.
She dropped it back and they groaned. "What did you think?"
"Nifty," Yancy breathed.
"Like more?" she teased. And her fingers carefully raised the halter again, letting them feast their youthful eyes. "Aw, shucks, why not?" she murmured in a tone of casualness and she raised the halter all the way and her boobies were fully exposed.
"Geeeeezzz!" Jack gasped.
"Welllllll, feel them," Rhoda said impulsively, lying back, letting her arms hang slack over the edge of the hammock, looking down at the huge, looling melons on her chest.
She gritted her teeth as their timid hands touched the smooth globes, then grew bolder. "You can't hurt them, 'less you get real mean and squeeze too hard. Go ahead and play with them-kiss the tips, if you want to."
In a minute, she was getting something of what she liked very much. She had her arms looped limply over their shoulders and they were sucking voraciously on her twin breast mounds, their tongues rasping the hard nipples, sending wild, sensuous lightning flashes all the way to her womb.
She let them play with her titties and suck them for perhaps five minutes, then she patted their heads. "Now, I suppose you would like to see my pussy!"
Their tongues stopped moving, but their mouths remained glued to an ample amount of her firm, opulent breasts. "Want to take a glimpse of my hairy snatch, you guys?" With a chuckle of triumph at their desire and frustration and inexperience, she pushed against their shoulders.
"Well, leave off the tittie-play for a bit and get down there at my feet. Okay?" Rhoda uncrossed her long legs, set the soles of her feet against the bottom rail of the hammock, spread her knees in a slight sprawl and shifted, freeing the bind of her shorts. She worked one leg of the garment really free and opened it up with both hands. "Look right up the leg of my shorts," she said softly. "I ain't wearing panties and you should be able to get an eyeful, of hairy pussy." When they gulped, she chuckled. "Yep, you're staring at my big, deep pussy!"
Even as they gawked, she carefully undid the button and side zipper. She held it closed at the waist. She wasn't the least concerned about being observed in her own back yard, a good ways out in the country. "If you will each take a-hold of a leg of my shorts and pull when I'm ready, when I tell you, you'll really see something."
When they had their holds, Rhoda released the waistband of her shorts and lifted her fanny into the air. "Pull! Pull 'em hard! All the way!" They yanked and she lay there in full nakedness before their entranced eyes.
And, by God, they both had great big hard-ons! She chortled musically at their youthful confusion. "I guess you ain't ever seen a naked dame before," she winked. For a couple of minutes she lay there stretched out full length with her long legs together, thighs crushed so that her broad, hairy mound was pooched upward, accenting the flatness of belly she was so proud of.
A lecherous lust began working in Rhoda, starting deep in her guts and surging upward to further swell her magnificent breasts and put a fever in her brain.
Look at me, her mind cried, pride in her tall, lithe body adding to her wantonness. See my nude body, my big titties, my hair patch, my fat love bun above my hot pussy!
As the two Ormand brothers gawked with unblinking eyes, she drew her feet up, scissoring her knees outward, giving them a glimpse of her thick cuntal lips. Her legs straightened again, closing of the view. She laughed gleefully, enchanted by their obvious sexual enthrallment and surprise at their good fortune.
Then she made calisthenics of scissoring her legs lewdly, showing them her snatch with the deep pink inner lining, shutting off their view. Over and over again. Maybe three minutes. The lumps and welts in their ragged shorts were tremendous. Ripe for rape and fucking, she gloated.
Without warning, she came to a sitting position, legs dangling on either side of the hammock. The boys stumbled back a step or two, then came back. "Right here," she said, an unaccustomed throatiness to her voice. Keeping their gazes riveted to her exposed, slightly gaping pink pussy furrow, they sidled around the hammock. Expertly, Rhoda attacked the flies of their shorts, had both open and gaping in seconds. A little shove and their goodies spilled out in her hands.
She mauled and pawed them, kneading their balls as if she had a set of dice in each hand. Then she turned her attention to their hard, ample pussy-stingers. Geez, the slits in the tips of the purplish heads of their cocks were seeping clear, delectable honey.
Between her spraddled thighs her pussy was churning maddeningly, as if it had a mind and was crying out for a meal of cock and some hot screwing. Rhoda fought a dizziness, like heady wine. Here she had two fine pricks in her hands and didn't know which one to use first, or whether she should go down on them or fuck them up her passion-greased twat canal.
Her belly was a pool of pain, she was craving fucking so badly. If only she had them in the bedroom, on the big double-bed. But the patio would do. Reluctantly, she released the pair of pricks, got up on wavering legs and dragged a shag rug into place, a rug she had beaten the dust out of that morning.
"Do you think you can savvy it dog-fashion?" she said, voice deep and guttural. Without waiting for a reply, she positioned herself on all-fours, motioning for one of the kids to kneel behind her. Then she waved the other around to her front, grabbed his wobbling cock and tugged him onto his knees before her face.
"You wait a second," she said to him, turning her attention to the young boy behind her. "Get your gadget up close and put your hands firmly on my waist."
Rhoda peered between the pendulums of her titties, reached for his cock and set it without wasted motion at her pussy. "Poke it into me," she ordered tersely. "If I'm gonna fuck and suck you two, we got to get with it; the afternoon is going."
She looked back over a shoulder, feeling the hot head of his cock poised at the fluttering curtain that concealed the deep, dark, scalding channel of her cunt. "Well? Shove your cock to me!"
The kid grunted, gripped his fingers into the soft, pliable flesh of her flanks. "Aaaiiieee-Aarrgghhh!" Doris yelled with unrestrained surprise and delight at being bored up the pussy with such a surprisingly huge prick. "Oooooohhh, fuck it to me, you!" she wailed, her back bowing as she arched her full snatch back at his rapidly pistoning prick.
She looked back to her front, raised her head proudly, opened her mouth wide. "Can't you see what to do? Aim your cock and fuck it all the way into my mouth and down my throat. I can handle your cock-just don't faint or fall over when I begin sucking you off. Just keep fucking me in the face; you'll get your turn to screw my pussy-maybe even the treat of cornholing me in the ass."
Just before her mouth was crammed full of prick, she glanced up at the boy's face. "If you want to, you can grab me by the ears 'til you get the hang of fucking me in the mouth-just don't tear them off."
The kids caught on quickly, Rhoda thought dreamily as they sent their cocks flying into opposite ends of her at the same time, drawing them out at the same time. She loved the feel of two hard sets of balls popping her ends, one pair snapping up to plop against her Venus mound and the other pair chucking her under the chin.
She knew her mouth was talented. She sucked the kid into ejaculating first. But he was eager and loved a blow-job and kept fucking her tonsils as she guzzled his cum. But in a few seconds and a flurry of wild cock-fuck-thrusts the boy in her pussy was cumming and she was being hosed with jizz in both ends.
She did wish the kid she was sucking would pull his cock out of her mouth a little so she could suck the pulsating, spewing bulb.
Rhoda wished she could watch Doris handle two pricks at once, get gang-banged like from her dad and brother. Maybe there would be a way to arrange it. Who all could she get? Vern. Phil. Sure, and the two Ormand boys, the ones fucking her mouth and pussy right then on her sun-lit patio.
They had stopped jizzing, but they kept their dry-pumping pricks buried in her. Rhoda waggled her big bottom and worked her mouth of the cock she had been sucking. For a minute, head down, she gasped for air.
Then she said, "Change ends, guys." The cocks remained hard as stone, wet and delectable. To the kid she had sucked who was now at her rear she said, "In my asshole. See my butt hole?" And she reached to rip the cheeks of her butt apart to open her anus and show him a ripe, pink target.
She hesitated on her knees, balancing herself precariously. Then she felt the head of the cock she had blown burning like fire at the entry. "Slow and easy, get the head inside me," she instructed. She closed her eyes, held her butt hole peeled open and gritted her teeth for the initial invasion of her rectum.
When it came, she sighed with a delicious euphoria. Fabulous. His cock was just right for cornholing her tight asshole. Certain he would not slip out, she took away her hands, pushed her twin half-moons back to his pushing prick and braced her hands beside her head.
Again, she looked up at her lover, opened her mouth. "Fuck my mouth." She would have screamed except for the gullet rammed full of prick as the kid behind her nailed her in the asshole to his balls.
Ahhhhhhhh, absolutely adorable, being gang-fucked in all three of her love-holes, she mused happily, slurping cock sort of absently as she concentrated on the enchantment of being cornholed.
The kid's cock was gliding in and out snugly in her butt hole. She could feel the blood veins all along the thick, hard shaft in her highly sensitive rectum. She could visualize-she could feel it so keenly-her asshole sphincter string being shoved way inside her ass then breathing out as the boy hauled his cock out for another deep thrust into her rampant, cock-loving guts.
With her face impaled, she needed only one arm to brace her head up. So, she reached under her belly, caught the boy's flopping balls in her fingers and deftly pressed them into her jizz-drenched gash. She singled out one and actually succeeded in stuffing it, like a plump grape, into her passion-stretched vagina.
The kid fucking her face began sobbing, but she paid little attention other than to redouble her efforts of sucking the knob when he out-fucked his cock, then slithering her tongue along the seam of the sensitive underside of his joint.
It'll just be fantastic, she mused, a tiny network of worry in her brain, if nobody ever learns I'm getting my fucking from a batch of real young kids.
Boy, her asshole must be well-oiled; she could hear a meaty, mushy squish-squish as the cock reamed into her bowels, then withdrew to drill back into her body yet again.
Then a new admiration for the kid she was sucking was born when he reached under her and began playing with her swaying titties. A fire was kindled in the turgid nipples and a blaze was ignited in her guts as she felt the kid's cock-head expand just before he shot her full of jizz.
Rhoda went off like an out-of-control skyrocket, again getting fuck-jizzed in both ends. In desperation, she shoved the kid's other nut into her tumultuously blasting snatch.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Curiosity killed the cat, Doris vaguely recalled an old saying as she slipped away from the main area of the Shaffer Municipal Water Company picnic. Her heart pounded furiously as she cautiously followed that big, boisterous man who had gotten up on the platform, drank a whole quart of beer without lowering the bottle and made everyone laugh.
He was so funny, not at all serious and solemn like her daddy. And his size. At least a head taller than her father who was more than six feet tall.
The little blonde, wearing the new mini-sundress her daddy had gotten her, paused on the fringe of the wood and looked back to see if her departure was being observed. Not a one was looking her direction. In fact, most were down at the river beach, some swimming, others just lying in the shade drinking beer or soda pop. It was kind of odd; she had seen her daddy stroll away with the school principal and his daughter; Rhoda and Phil had disappeared-at almost the same time; and Vern wouldn't stay, insisted on going back home.
She turned and quickly picked her way into the trees and through the cool bushes. She couldn't say just why she was following that man who, someone said, was in charge of laying all new pipe in the water system.
He was, not only big, but kind of ugly, she mused, straining to hear him rustling through the brush several yards ahead of her, pausing ever so often to tilt one of the two quart bottles of beer he had lugged off.
Her father would say the man was a horse-"hung like one"-with that long face, protruding teeth, ears that were so big they almost seemed ready to flap, sticking out from his head that way. And those bulging eyes that the thick glasses made appear even larger.
Doris shrugged. Maybe she was following him only because he was so different. She crept forward, not hearing him anymore. As she rounded a grushy turn in the obscure path, she stopped with a gasp.
The tall, hulking man with almost completely grey, straggly hair was not ten feet from her, almost facing her. He grinned, showing his huge teeth, made no effort to turn away, just cradled the two bottles in one arm while he held a penis like a radiator hose in one hand while a great stream of water hosed from it.
"Gotta get rid of some that beer," he said, grinning easily, almost smugly, almost apologetically.
"I'm sorry," the flustered Doris murmured, unable to turn away because she was totally fascinated by the size of his peter and his easy manner, no embarrassment or modesty at all.
"Well, hell, little girl-" what her daddy often called her-"come on up and get a closer look," the man said, waggling his limber piece of male appendage.
"No," she said firmly, resolutely. But she timidly picked her way toward him until she was standing no more than two feet from him, staring at his immense snake.
"Want to hold it for me?" the man chuckled, voice almost musical.
"HUH-UH!" she scowled. But her right hand stretched toward him limply, then she touched it just forward of his fingers on the thick, limber middle. "Golllleee," she muttered, running a fingertip tentatively over the smooth skin. She looked up at him and he smiled reassuringly. So it was okay and she curled her fingers around it, felt the thick skin sort of crawly as she moved her hand along it. Then she held it just behind the immense head and waggled it this way and that way, spraying the ground.
In a minute he was finished and the man said confidentially, "Milk it down and shake out the last drops."
Doris laughed excitedly, shaking off his peter while taking a wary look back down the trail. They seemed completely alone. She laughed again, truly marveling at the size of his peter.
She was so absorbed in the size and texture of this mammoth thing sticking out of his open fly, she was only vaguely aware he had tossed away one of the bottles in the bushes and was slugging down half of the other one. Too, she was so intrigued she was hardly aware his huge left hand was caressing her back, rubbing down-giving her delicious cold chills-almost to the fanning out of her trim little butt.
Doris felt a boldness and easiness with him along with an indescribable sense of fright. She hardly heard him when he said, "I bet you are wearing pink panties."
"Huh? No, white, I think," she said, feeling a perceptible swelling in the shaft and a definite stiffening.
"Pink!" he disputed her.
She tossed him an impish glare, turned slightly, realizing she was turning just enough to put her bottom in his hand, and lifted the hem of her dress enough with her left hand, not relinquishing the hand on his cock she was stroking with his right.
"White," she said adamantly, letting the hem of her dress fall to mid-thigh and turning her attention back to her right hand that was now sliding back and forth on his prick as it stiffened and stuck straight out of his pants through which great tufts of black and grey hair were visible.
"Welllllll, let's move along up the trail," he said, turning, but not abruptly enough she would lose her grasp of his cock. She strode alone beside him, very close and he had the back tail of her dress up and his hand was on her bare skin, on her back, his fingers digging at the elastic band in the waist of her brand new panties her daddy had gotten to go with the new dress and casual-wear shoes.
He tossed away the last bottle and reached down and across her front to rub his right hand back and forth across the saucy faces of her upward jutting titties.
His touches everywhere were sending indisputably thrilling tremors down through her body all the way to her toes. They were especially sharp in the tips of her titties and right between her legs. "I smell you, Baby," the man said softly, herding her off the path into a shadowy glade that was grass-matted.
She sniffed. "You don't. You can't." But she wasn't sure and a sense of alarm jangled along her nerves, especially since he had gotten his fingers in under the elastic and he now had his big hand inside her panties and the palm seemed to span her entire rear end.
"You're not being nice," she ventured.
"Heck, you're playin' with my old walloper; ain't I got the right to a little feel?" he chuckled merrily.
Doris-shrugged, thoughtfully. He was right about that. And, by golly, her playing with his "old walloper" was having its effect on him. Just look at how thick and stiff it was getting!
She was unmindful of their stopping in deep shade. She emitted a soft squeak of protest as he started to sit, pulling her down on his lap. But she scooted to the side. Not because she feared his lap-it would interfere with her hands on his big dong.
"I'll show you some real fun and nice feelings, little girl," he said, maneuvering carefully so as not to impede her jacking him off, but so he could reach up under her short dress, get the band of her panties and skin them down her legs, off over her new shoes. She hardly noticed when he wadded them up and dropped them on the grass off to the side of her.
"Now you can have your play if you'll sort of lie across my legs," he said, positioning her so her head was on his farthest thigh.
She frowned when he urged her to move her legs to positions he wanted them. Her fingers clenched into his rocky meat as he pulled her dresstail up around her waist and he scooped a big hand into her straddle, dwarfing her meaty little pussy zone.
As he gave her more and more pleasure, rubbing his hand over her hot little cunny-box, she drew up her knees and spread them farther and farther apart.
"You like that, huh, Baby?" he grinned as she got her heels against her dainty buttocks and gave him all the spread she could.
"An almost hairless pussy," he whistled softly, a big, blunt finger delicately, tenderly parting her outer labia and going right to her.
Alarm danced through her as he rubbed her wet little furrow and dabbled the end of his finger against the entry to her little-girl vagina. But he didn't hurt her. It felt terrific, the way he sort of wormed the end of his finger into her pussy, very slowly until she finally felt his fist against the rubbery surface of her vulva.
Her pleasure was so intense, she almost forgot to jack him off, just held his long column in both hands. Her fingers squeezed and barely dented the stony roundness of the dark-skinned column. She released it for a moment and it immediately flopped out, it was so heavy, to slap against her chin.
She quietly marveled at the way he could gently finger-fuck her while his other fingers were long enough to rub the smooth, rounded buns of her young ass. Again, she let his cock flop free and plop against her chin.
This time, instead of lifting it up, she moved her head out, turned it slightly and felt the slick tip of the monstrous knob against her lips. She could smell it, such a musky aroma. It smelled soooooooo tasty.
She glanced up at his somber face as he unbuttoned her dress down the front and then got her bra free, then scooped his hand in on her hard young titties.
When he didn't meet her gaze, she timidly parted her lips just enough to extend the tip of her tongue to get a little taste of his fragrant cock-head. "Uuuuuummm," she murmured, opening her mouth a little wider and pushing her tongue full against the succulent head of his prick.
"Yeah, hot little girl, go ahead and have yourself a suck," he said, his hands seemingly all over her body.
And she opened up and lapped in his mouth-filling cock-knob.
For a time she was fearful he would make her try to take all of his enormous cock in her mouth. But he seemed content for her to suck on whatever amount of prick was comfortable to her, so she sucked and gobbled on just the gigantic head as she languidly stroked the barrel, jacking him off.
Too, he seemed totally preoccupied with his own thing, finger-fucking her hot, snug cunny and playing with her firm little tits. She entertained a thought of whether she would be able to have his big cock in between her legs and wondered whether she shouldn't concentrate on getting him to shoot his jizz in her mouth-and that would be it.
Time passed unobtrusively and she wondered if he would squirt his jizz. It seemed she had been sucking prick for a long, long time and still she felt none of the cum-tremors she always did in her dad's prick and her brother's. Maybe he wasn't able to make cum, she mused, feeling a flicker of regret, if he couldn't. She adored the sensation of those sharp spurts of jizz in her mouth. And the taste.
But why wasn't she having an orgasm? Usually, she had several adorable blasts by now. And he was fucking her wonderfully with his big finger.
Without forewarning of any kind, Doris began orgasming. Instead of screaming, she sobbed gratefully. Instantly, the big giant of a man picked her up, took away his cock from her mouth and brought her fanny down on it.
Holding her cradled by the butt in one hand, he positioned his long prick and slowly, gently brought her body down on it, impaling her convulsing, cumming cunny. She wept softly with ecstasy, a great lustful pleasure consuming her as his monstrous cock speared deep into her pussy.
She would reflect later how she had been able to take in his big fuck-prong so easily. It must have been because he had finger-fucked her into a climax, pulled out his finger and substituted his massive cock while her pussy was in the throes of climaxing.
For awhile, he held her at the waist and fucked her body up and down on his tremendous prick. At first, she could feel the grotesque knob scrape inside her, then there was a pleasant numbness and all she felt was the great girth and length gliding into her clutching cunny.
After her first shattering orgasm passed, he held her to his cock, turned and gently stretched out her frail body on the soft grass. He was like a mythical giant over her tiny body. His torso was so thick her legs seemed to creak as he spread them wide and began a steady plunging and pounding of his prick into her aching pussy!
The longer he fucked her, the higher her legs raised, until they were straight up, Veed out from her butt. She wept softly, not from pain, but from exquisite pleasure, feeling his long, thick, slick dick slipperying into her tight cunt-cranny.
Doris began to wonder if and when he was going to jizz her. She could cum about anytime. All of her insides were really churning, even her rectum-which her daddy had threatened or promised to plunge it into, but hadn't. Not yet, any way.
"You gonna cum up in me?" Doris sobbed, tone wheedling, pleading.
"In good time," the giant huffed as he continued to labor his cock into her twat with long thrusts, driving it all the way with powerful hunches of his hips.
Curiously, Doris pushed a hand down to her belly and pushed in with her bunched fingers as hard as she could. Her tear-filled eyes widened. She was positive she could feel his cock fucking deep in her belly.
It seemed kind of strange, to be fucking and still have her dress on, even though it was wadded up around her waist and was unbuttoned all the way down the front and her bra was loose. And it seemed strange to have the man fucking her with his cock sticking through his pants instead of being naked too.
She closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his mammoth cock plowing up into her body. It seemed he was fucking her an awfully long time without shooting off his jizz, she mused hazily. Was it possible he would keep on fucking her pussy all afternoon until it began to get dark without ever giving her the pleasure of having his big cock gun her full of enthralling cum?
What is he stretched her pussy so much with his so huge prick she wouldn't enjoy smaller pricks screwing her in the future? Was that truly possible?
Then she unmistakably felt an expanding all along his plunging, ravishing cock. Merciful heavens, Doris prayed silently, he was about to go off. Yes! His prick was thudding into her pussy faster and faster and was starting to twitch in her squirming channel. She was just about to get her cunt doused with delectable jizz!
He snorted and slammed his cock deep in and up between her trembling legs. At the same time, he hauled her frail body onto his spearing cock, nailing her cunt securely. The first gush of jizz hit her insides like a striking bolt of lightning.
Doris squalled into a violent, tumultuous orgasm and her feet kicked helplessly as her innards were completely flooded by his deluges of scalding cum.
Through the fingers pressing into her tummy she could actually feel his prick spasm out his lustful jizz that burned inside her tormented cunt.
"I guess I 'bout fucked you bow-legged," he said finally. And she was only dully aware of his leaving her, first wiping off his cock on her nice, new panties and putting them in her right hand.
She had a terrible time rehooking her bra and getting her dress buttoned and getting her panties back on. As she stumbled, as if drunk, back along the dim pathway, she reflected wistfully, "Oooooh, did he ever fuck me. Yes, he ever did fuck me."
And when she got back to the picnic proper she was astonished to see her so-recent cocksman up on the platform, two quarts of beer in his hands with a crowd around as he convulsed them with his wit.
"Did he fuck me? Or, did I dream it?" she fretted, covertly feeling up under her dress. "Yes, he really fucked me," she murmured as her fingers felt her soppy panties that were full of his thick jizz.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The single reason Vern Myles left the picnic was that he was piqued at his mother. He just couldn't understand why, after that one exciting occasion, she now treated him so coldly. And there she went, off into the heavy timber and bushes with Phil Hagerman. Phil had never told him anything, but his suspicions were accurate. He knew what his mother was going to do. And she was going to do it with Phil Hagerman. Why not with her own son?
Well, to heck with all of them and their picnic, he brooded as he trudged the three miles back to Shaffer. It was still early enough; maybe he could mow the motel lawn and help old Mrs. Patterson with some cleaning as he and the Ormand boys often did and make a dollar or so and he would go to the movie.
He smiled faintly as he thought of the old redheaded woman with ill-disguised streaks of grey and how he would approach her. She might advance him a dollar against the next time she needed help. She seemed to like him, always saying complimentary things and patting his shoulder and having him into her apartment in the back of the office for something cold to drink. Yet, she was a little weirdo for such an old woman, so anxious to please him and being so extra nice, insisting he sit beside her and patting his knee while he drank his lemonade or whatever.
Sometimes, she almost gave him the creeps-especially that Monday afternoon when she smelled of gin or something and had hugged him, took his face in both hands and kissed him sort of sloppy-like right on the mouth.
Vern scowled as he reflected on the incident. She had even licked his lips like she was trying to put her tongue in his mouth. And another thing, he mulled the afternoon over in his mind, he wasn't sure at the time, but he didn't think she had been wearing anything much under the wrapper that ballooned around her lumpy figure like a tent.
When she had passed through the slanting gleam of sunshine, he had been able to see quite clearly the slack outlines of her big bosom and her legs right through the thin wrapper.
He shrugged. If she would let him have a dollar for the movie, he didn't care if she patted his head and wanted to give him a sloppy, wet kiss on the mouth.
"Just a lonely old woman, I guess," Vern muttered, smoothing his short-cut straight hair down over his forehead. "She must be sixty."
Norma Patterson was not sixty, just a few days short of turning fifty. Vern was right about one thing: She was a lonely old woman. And business was not very good with only three of her twenty-four units now occupied.
At the moment Vern Myles was plodding along Route 41 in the hot sun, she was sitting in her tomb-quiet office staring moodily at the slack traffic and taking a sip straight from a bottle of Gilbey's gin and easing the acrid bite with a sip of Seven Up.
Wordlessly, she cursed the heat and removing her bra and panties hadn't helped much-with the air conditioner acting up. She leaned forward in one of the cheap office chairs to blow her breath down the front of her wrapper against her sweaty breasts that one renter she had laid told her would each fill a lunch bucket.
Norma slumped to one side then the other to free the fabric of her wrapper from one huge ham, then the other. She stretched a leg, acknowledged her ankles were still trim and petite, any way, if the rest of her had gone to hoggishness, and turned the electric fan slightly on the floor.
She drew up her legs, pulled the tail of the wrapper to mid-thigh so the draft of the fan wafted up between her legs to blow futilely against her heavily thatched snatch.
That insulting, ungrateful bastard had given her a pretty good screw, but she had kind of hated him for talking about the size of her tits and teasing her acidly that anyone with a small dick might fuck her in a wrinkle of fat and never know the difference.
In truth, Norma Patterson was not that obese. True, her hips were heavy and broad, but her thighs were firm and tapering, surprising for a woman barely five feet tall. There was a slight roll of belly fat, but it far from sagged over her Venus region, a mound that was firm and sported a luxuriant growth of brick-red wool the texture of a Brillo pad.
Her breasts were, really, the only abnormal thing about her. She was still a size 42, but each boobie was full and rubbery, the nipples still rather dainty and uncrinkled. Her buttocks were solid with no trace of skin sag of many women half her age.
Norma's face wouldn't stop a clock as some of her crude bed mates had taunted her-but it would have slowed it a bit before she had had a facelift. At the moment the few wrinkles at the corner's of her wide-set green-grey eyes were almost perpetually concealed by dark prescription glasses. The nose-job she had received at the time of her facelift had transformed a cow-like face into a rather attractive impish one and she had a nice mouth.
As several of her "acquaintances" had told her in admiring tones, she knew how to use it almost as well as she did her deep, surprisingly snug pussy.
Norma was just lowering the bottle of gin when Vern Myles eased into the shadowy confines of the motel office, squinting from the harsh glare of the brassy sun. Norma didn't move, gasped a little from the swig of gin and lifted the half-full bottle of Seven Up.
"You look hot," Norma said smiling and peering keenly at the kid through the dark glasses. "Get a dime, Vern, from the wooden till behind the counter and get yourself a cold drink."
"Gee, thanks," the boy nodded, seeming to ignore her until he had a bottle of Hires root beer in hand.
"Sit down here by my knee, in front of the fan," she said, a stab of illicit desire and excitement a sharp pain of need in her loins. Almost imperceptibly, she moved her feet wide apart. "No picnic for you?" she said, touching his sun-bleached hair, patting his head gently a couple of times.
Her expression was inscrutable, smile enigmatic. But her thoughts were far from dull. Her narrowed eyes never missed his momentary tensing as he turned his head to look up at her and his gaze swept up under the hem of her wrapper.
His gaze wavered from her implacable face to her "carelessly" exposed snatch with its red forest. "I didn't want to stay. I just was wondering if I could do anything for you around the motel and get a dollar for the movie?"
His hang-head demeanor of supplication didn't fool the forty-nine-year-old redhead at all. Even though his head was down, the wrinkles in his brow told her he was taking a long, devouring look at her bare crotch.
"It's hot," she said, idly, as if she hadn't heard his question. She tilted the bottle of gin again and guzzled the remainder.
"You want a dollar, huh?" she said when he was silent. Christ, did she dare? Blood raced through her slightly corpulent body. She recalled some fifteen years ago she had been escorted out of town at midnight and told to stay out-or go to jail.
Norma shivered, in spite of the sweat trickling down the deep, tight pinch of her big tits. But that time she had been dallying with four young boys at the same time, in the same bed when the police had come.
Perhaps with just one boy there was not the danger, she mused, peering down at Vem who still sat with head down, but eyes up-up her dresstail, so to speak. "I can advance you a dollar for the films," she said, "if you want to go. But I can think of things you can do and get five dollars, but you'd have to give up the movie today-maybe go this evening."
"Five dollars?" the boy looked up quickly, then hung his head again, not turning away. "That would be okay. I don't have to go to the show," he said a little eagerly, sincerely.
For some intuitive reason, Norma knew she had little to be concerned about with the slender boy. She just knew he wouldn't talk around-but she mustn't hurt him.
"Okay," she said, "get five dollars from the till and a dime. Get me another Seven Up and come on back in my apartment." She didn't wait for him to comply, but swept through the heavy curtain that separated her quarters from the office.
As soon as he joined her, she handed him a glass with a good swallow of gin in it. "First, swallow this and take a drink of your root beer." As soon as he weathered the liquor, she put the gin bottle and the two bottles of soft drinks on the kitchen table.
Then she hugged him to her and covered his lips with her wide open mouth. "Kiss me," she mumbled, trying to get her tongue in his mouth. "Open your mouth," she said, an urgency growing in her. Timidly, he let his jaw slack open and the eager old redhead inserted her tongue, tickling the roof of his mouth and dashing her tongue around his, flailing with it until he gurgled.
Her arms trembled as she released him, took his hand. "Come on, Vern." She led him to the back bedroom. "You're such a lovely young boy," she crooned, slashing the zipper down the front of her wrapper and letting her enormous tits tumble out before his astonished eyes.
"Aaaaaahhh, yes! A lovely young boy." She groped for his genitals and rubbed them through his jeans. "Yesssssss, nice down there. I bet you are big as a house or a horse, Vern." She kissed him again, guiding his inert hands to the cones of her big tits that spilled out on either side of his trim body.
She stepped back, turned on a bright ceiling light and stared at him with lecherous heat in her eyes. "Do you mind if I undress you, Vern? Please? I love doing it, taking off a boy's clothes." He just gawked at the enormous globes of white flesh that dangled out of her open garment and she bent to open his pants.
Before she pushed them down, she turned a hand, dipped it into his clothes, expert, greedy fingers exploring his genitals with obscene fervor.
His peter was more than half hard and she was elated he wasn't fully aroused. She always loved working a cock to full erection. Maybe that was why she could tolerate taking on some stud who was half-drunk-he always needed working and playing with to get him completely ready. "Nice pair of nuts and a good-sized cracker," she said as she squeezed his pecker and pushed down his shorts and jeans.
"Just stand still, lover," she purred lasciviously as she unbuttoned his sport shirt and slipped it from his shoulders, leaving the frail kid naked to the ankles. In moments, she had stooped and had him completely naked.
For just a couple of sucks she held the head of his cock in her hot, wet mouth. She looked up into his face and was rather pleased to see consternation and fright in his eyes. And his emotion of bewilderment apparently prevented his cock from responding to her mouth and lips and tongue. She liked that; it would prolong her initial pleasure of getting him good and ready.
With a gurgling chuckle of conquest-more like a soft cackle, she straightened and shrugged out of the wrapper. "I gave you five dollars," she said softly, her hands rubbing his shoulders, his chest, around to his quivering buttocks, down his legs on the outsides, back up the insides to cup his balls and sagging pecker.
In the hot, still air, she could smell herself, her snatch emitting a heady, earthy aroma that one of the guys she had screwed years ago and told her smelled like a swamp. (That wasn't true, her fragrance was just more intense than most women's).
She hugged an arm around his shoulders, turned him toward the bed, pressing one of her plump milk bags against his shoulder and upper arm. "Get on the bed, in the middle," she urged, rubbing and spanking his bare butt smartly, urgently.
Norma wondered whether she was going to blast off an orgasm before she even had a chance to dally with him, work him over from head to toes, front side and back side.
His hard young balls and pecker twitched and squirmed in her clutching hand. "Get your knees up under you and raise your pretty ass," Norma growled, continuing to lay her tongue along the crack of his butt. She clung to his genitals as he struggled to obey.
She came up to his lofted rear end from down low, getting both hands on his cock and balls. She caused him to sob in a wavering scream as she bent his peter back and took a couple of long, hard sucks of the head. "Keep your ass up in the air," she muttered as she sucked one nut, then the other. He shrieked shrilly as she licked his scrotum, ran her tongue upward through the valley between his ass loaves.
She released his sex-gadgetry and used her hands to spread his cheeks wide open. "Uuuuuummm," she cooed harshly as she licked up and down the crevice, dabbling her tongue at his pinched anus. What she really liked about young boys, no hair grew in their cracks, usually.
Vern tried to huddle away from her, but she was after him, urging him to draw up his legs. Then he was unable to escape further, with his head crowded against the bookcase headboard. His eyes were wet and filled with uncomprehension.
Norma emitted a smug growl as she prodded at his anus with her hot tongue. She kept his cheeks peeled apart and dug her nose into his crease as she suctioned her open, O'ed lips around his dark brown rectal entry.
He squalled pitifully as she sucked on his asshole, left off and licked the cheeks, ran her tongue up his spine all the way to his shoulders.
When she danced her tongue back down his back to his asshole to resume sucking it, Vern's legs stiffened and he raised his ass as high as he could. Norma stayed right with his butt hole, grabbed his cock and bent it back, bepding it into his crack so she could give him a blow-job at the same time she ate his asshole. Even though his prick was a ways from being completely hard, he began squirting jizz that Norma Patterson gobbled greedily.
Good, she thought, knowing she could keep him going for hours. As soon as he stopped cumming, she sat back with a gasp, catching her breath. "Get on your back," she muttered, panting rapidly. She took an ankle to urge him to flop down on the bed.
"Oooooohhh, please?" Vern whimpered as she began licking his belly, tickling her tongue into his navel while she jacked him off. She flogged his meat rapidly, roughly as she licked up his body to suck his tiny boy-nipples.
The kid's hands flailed helplessly and he cried uncontrollably. Not in painful agony, but in exquisite misery. He gulped loudly as she flickered her tongue back down over his belly, took a deep breath and gulped his cock into her mouth. As she swallowed all of his prick, her hand relinquished his meat and took up his squirming balls.
Under the goading of her tongue and her convulsing swallow-muscles, the boy's prick swelled to a full hard-on. She always enjoyed feeling a nice, husky cock reach its maximum proportion while she was sucking on it.
Her eyes grew glazed behind the dark glasses as a massive convulsion exploded in her loins and she was cumming, cumming, cumming. Instead of weakening, she gained strength and lofted her dumpy body over him, brought her big ass down on his face. She squirmed back and forth, using his nose and face to open up the fat lips of her pussy. With a silent sigh, she settled her long, deep fuck-slash on his face. "Eat my hair-pie," she growled almost indistinctly. "Suck and tongue my pussy, Vern!"
Timidly at first, he licked through her vulva, then speared his tongue into her hungry fuck-mouth and Norma almost swooned, so intense was her orgasm.
CHAPTER NINE
Norma was very satisfied with her progress; the kid's cock was now so enormous it almost choked her. As her climax faded to just deep rumblings in her snatch, she lifted her face from his prick and massaged the shaft with her fingers while she sucked hard and deep on the ripe knob.
And his tonguing and eating her pussy was re-igniting her passion and she knew she was going to have to have him fucking her pretty soon or she would go off again and lose the edge of her sexual hungers. She left off sucking his cock and raised, using her hands to keep him rigid.
The knob of his prick glowed a deep red and a light, transparent juice leaked from the gaping little slot. "Let's fuck awhile," she panted, crawling away from his mouth, taking her cunt from his tongue. "You eat pussy really good," she said, turning and flopping onto her back beside him. "Now, come on, get on me, between my legs and let me have your cock fucking my twat."
Awkwardly, as if in slow motion, the sweating boy, face smeared with her pussy juices, heaved up over her, his massive genitalia flopping obscenely. He winced as she seized his dong at mid-shaft and pulled to urge him into her lewd cunt-grin.
She placed the bulb at her aching hole, set her heels in the cheeks of his butt and prodded him forward. Her back bowed upward for a second as he lunged at her, driving in deep. She planted her feet on the bed and arched her snatch to him, her cunt devouring all of his prick.
Vern sniffled and groaned, complying quickly when Norma pressed her voluminous breasts together so he could suck both nipples at once. He grabbed the plump cheeks of her big ass and began pumping his prick into her as he sucked slurpily on her big boobies.
There was a squishy sound as their nude bodies, filmed with sweat sloshed together as they fucked wantonly. She growled depraved obscenities as she steadily lofted her broad ass from the bed to meet the down and inward thrust of his juvenile prick.
Her insides were a raging fire and her sphincters gnawed at his sausage like a toothless mouth. Norma's scissored legs dangled, feet limp except for the upward contortion of her big toes. Her eyes flashed fires of passion and lust as she took all the cock-pounding her pussy could get.
Without impeding his sucking her fully expanded nipples, she reached down his body as he humped it to her and crowded the lust-bloated flaps of her snatch around his pistoning prick. A rapid series of explosions rattled like faraway thunder through her deep, intensely wet twat and she was embarking on another violent climax.
She shuddered under the fucking youth and again set her heels at his butt. His prick was expanding and contracting as he plundered her.
Her guts tightened and there was an intense pain like fire stabbing through her bowels as the intensity of her orgasm built with dramatic fury around the youngster's diving, delving cock. She squawked once, the sound very much like that of a startled rooster, when Vern began shaking his body from side to side in the confines of her thighs as he burrowed his prick into her pussy, like jelly as she sailed into full climax.
Norma wanted his gun now, in the full glory of her own pleasure and she tensed to tighten her fuck-muscles around his plunging prick. He responded by quickening his tempo, pounding his cock into her cunt with a mounting frenzy.
She felt the tell-tale expanding of the head of his cock as it slid past her cervix and she braced herself with delicious anticipation. His cock erupted its flood of jizz at the moment he hit her all the way with his groin crushed to her pelvic pillow.
She dug her heels into his ass and held him snugly in her saddle, pressing her thighs to his body, trapping him in her obscene saddle of lust.
He raised his face, letting her tit-tips flop from his wide open mouth and he howled pitifully, as if her cunt-cave had become a wild animal and was grinding up his fuck-meat.
The frantic, random spurting of his cum in her pussy was an ecstasy she had never been able to tolerate without sobbing and wailing; and she began now, like a woman gone insane. Her entire body shook and trembled as she revelled in the lascivious glory of being fucked by a fertile boy who could reload his cock about as fast as she could take a drink of gin and a sip of Seven Up.
Her convulsions ceased about the time his cock stopped spewing her full of jizz. She rubbed his back and shoulders, wet with sweat and let her legs flop out from him, let her feet find the bed. She pushed urgently against his shoulders with both hands. As if they both had been through the procedure before, he began shuffling down from her. She put an ankle behind his head and guided his mouth into her gaping sex-trough.
"Do it good," Norma panted, raising her head and peering between her big breasts that lolled lewdly to either side. She pressed down the sweat-drenched mass of pubic wool and watched the kid as he slowly opened his mouth, extended his tongue and began lapping his own cum from her snatch as it oozed from the fluttering hole.
All the time he was eating out her pussy his eyes were open and steady as he stared up over her hairy mound into her glittering eyes. "Suck my clit," she said urgently. She spread open the upper parts of her thick lips and nudged it with the tip of a forefinger. He sucked deeply on her fuck-hole for any oozing cum and puckered his lips around the prominent thorn of red flesh.
The sucking of her clit brought Norma out again and she climaxed with abandon, hooking her heels over Vern's neck, holding his face in her seething furrow. She wailed waveringly as climax built to a tempest that would leave her breathless, exhilarated, but sapped for a time.
When her passionate furor faded, she signaled the boy he could desist. "Bring me the gin and that can of pop, Vern, please." For the first time, she removed the dark glasses and laid them on the nightstand and watched him leave, his nuts rolled high in the scrotum, his cock still more than half-hard. She smiled fleetingly.
As she sipped the gin and Seven Up, she said softly, "Play with my titties a little bit, kiss them and suck the tips a little bit. Are you having fun? I'm having a terrific time. I guess you can guess I love it-love fucking and playing around and sucking cock. Especially a fantastic young cock like yours. Especially real young cocks." She handed the two bottles onto the nightstand and fumbled for his lap to grip his prick lovingly, not jacking him off, just massaging and kneading his husky meat. It responded immedately and fairly leaped to. attention.
As He sucked her big right tit, and squeezed the left, she smoothed his sweat-wet hair, caressed his ears and rubbed his neck. "You're a beautiful fuck," she crooned, always astonished by the heat that was generated by a teenager's prick. "I'm getting it up for you again," she made soft kissing noises. "I would suck you off again-a real blow-job, not like back between your legs like when I was sucking your sweet asshole.
"Or, I would let you cornhole me," she said after a momentary pause. Let you, the devil, she thought wryly, I'd almost give you another five dollars for a good job on my bowels. "You know what cornholing a woman is, don't you?"
He nodded only perceptibly as he sucked in a big glob of her tumescent boobie and gripped a fistful of her other breast so hard she scowled.
"Would you want me to let you fuck my asshole?" she breathed, feeling the stickiness starting to seep from the slot in the head of his cock and she milked his monstrous hard-on for enough of his honey to coat the smooth, ripe plum.
"You can give it to me from behind, dog-fashion, or you can put it up my butt belly-to-belly," she said softly, almost as if she were talking to herself. "You got a preference?"
Vern mumbled something she couldn't understand.
"I like to get my ass ream-fucked with the cornholer behind me. He can really get all his cock in my guts," she murmured in the same thoughtful, idle tone.
Norma stirred then, rising onto an elbow, smoothing her red-grey streaked hair with her left hand. Then she urged him away. "Help me over on my belly," she said, floundering toward the center of the rumpled bed. She gave him her left arm and he tugged and she made it to her stomach with a groan. "If you asshole-fucked me from the front, I'd say put a pillow under my rear end to hold my rump up so my butt hole was convenient for cock-stabbing. But I'll hold my ass up to your prick all the time you're goring me with your big tusk."
Even as she was getting in position, knees up against her dangling boobies, he was coming after her, close to her bottom with the massive globes of milk-white skin and the deep valley between them.
She knew his hand was shaking by the way he wobbled the knob of his prick around in her deep anal crevice. "Patience," she laughed shakily with deep anticipation as her guts churned, her anus itched and burned.
"Aaaaaahhh," she sighed, bracing herself as he found her, set the firm, rubbery head of his cock at her brownish dimple. Norma relaxed her sphincter, waiting for a knife-like thrust. Kids almost always were that way. The first go at an asshole was like a bull setting his prod in a heifer.
She swallowed as Vern gripped her flanks, dug in his fingers. Go, she wanted to scream at him. Yes, she mused, take a couple of tentative hunches to test the resistance. Her eyes lost their focus as he lunged, coming up off the bed for power.
"Aaawwwkkk," she croaked as her asshole took his cock in deep, the head still plowing into her bowels until she felt his belly against the rounded mounds of her ass. "You got me good and deep," she muttered, breathless, seeing stars. "Soak your cock a little bit before you start fucking it into my guts."
His hard lunge carried her forward and her head was crowded against the bookcase headboard. Marvelous, she thought dreamily, sweat springing out all over her body.
Norma didn't have to advise him. He backed out of her and she made her butt hole cling strongly to his long, vibrating prick. Before she could draw a breath, he rammed it back up her ass with a powerful bucking of his hips.
Her asshole muscles were so strong on a husky cock it was almost like a dog with a knob on his cock in a bitch, trying to get unhooked. His prick was abnormally huge for a mere kid, she thought wonderingly, taking his next plunge with a sigh of ecstasy. Fuck it to me, Kid, she wanted to say, but his deep-driving cock seemed to push the wind from her lungs.
"Cornhole the hell out of me," Norma gasped, her lust building to a tempestuous pitch. "Fuck it up my asshole, I'll cum pretty quick!" she panted, trying to help him fuck her in the butt.
His hands drifted from her flanks until he was hugging her waist, his chest up over her rounded, working rear. His prick glided into her with a soft meaty sound and she began whimpering. With the juice from his prick and her own lubricants his prick was going in and out of her rectum slickly, plop-squish, plop-squish. Rhythmically, like someone rubbing their ringers across a drumhead.
God, she could smell the hot, musky aroma of her gooey pussy!
"Huuuurrry!" she screamed, rectal orgasm on her before she was truly prepared.
Vern responded by driving his cock up her ass as fast as he could work his bucking hips. Norma hoped all he did was shoot his jizz in her. Vaguely, she remembered one time a guy cornholing her had cum, kept his prick buried in her and pissed her full of about two quarts of beer-pee.
"Work hard and jizz-cum in me!" Norma howled, wanting him to ejaculate while she was at the peak of her orgasm. He was rutting and bucking like a wild thing. Suddenly, he fucked in deep and sprayed jizz all the way to her belly button, she thought dreamily.
Her imagination was alive, in technicolor. She could visualize how his prick looked in her rear chasm, vibrating, the head expanding purple-red with each pumping of cum into her guts.
"Heavenly cornhole job," she breathed, completely enthralled.
Thirty minutes later they were in the shower together to rinse away their sweat and to cool off. After soaping Vern and rinsing him, Norma went to her knees and sucked his cock until he was ready to get out of the shower.
"I'm gonna get you all messy again," she purred, an arm around his shoulders, a hand on his rigid, swollen cock as she herded him back to the bedroom. "But I'll clean you up nice and neat.
You'll love it," she crooned, pushing him crosswise on the bed. "You just lie still and jack off a little bit and keep your beautiful cock hard and ready."
When she returned to the bedroom, she patted his pecker playfully. "Lift your cute bottom," she said. He raised his stiff legs straight in the air and Norma spread a soft, fluffy towel under him. With head up, he peered down at her with his feet resting on the edge of the bed, knees fanned out.
"Whaaaaaaat?" he whined, watching her as she poured thick chocolate syrup from a can all over his stiff prick and his balls, letting it flow slowly down into his crack, coating his asshole. "Whaaaaaat are you doing?" he complained, squinting as she sprinkled his sex zone liberally with raisins and chopped nuts.
"Making me a hot fudge sundae," Norma chirped triumphantly.
The apprehensive boy grew petulant, but didn't protest as she looped his legs over her shoulders, got her arms inside his thighs. He emitted a choking sound as she bent to him, began licking at the gooey concoction on his cock and balls.
Her tongue licked indiscriminately, from the pulsing head of his cock to his balls, into his crack, around his fluttering anus. When she nibbled at the floating raisins and crushed nuts, he whimpered and squirmed. But Norma seized his thighs with her arms and held him to her face.
As she tongued in the fruit and nuts, licking up the thick, dark syrup, she growled and chomped "lasciviously. She glanced up at the kid's face as it contorted with a feeling of ecstasy he could hardly bear. Slowly, his flesh began to appear, the shaft of his hard cock heavily blood-veined.
When she attacked his balls, they rolled high in their sac and his body lurched as she licked out his crack, dabbling her tongue at his taut, nervous asshole.
She gnawed all around his pole, sucking up the nuts and raisins. As she was licking his balls with her tongue, sucking one, then the other into her mouth, Vern could hold himself no longer. Norma felt the surge of his jizz-pump and held a hand over the knob of his tremendously swollen cock.
The cum gushed out to splatter against her palm and trickle down the quivering, pulsating shaft as he came and came and came. "Marslimallow," she murmured as his cum mixed with the chocolate syrup. He groaned and his butt bucked coitally as she licked her tongue up and down the sides, the underside of his prick.
After she had cleared away all around his pole of flesh, she took the head of his cock into her mouth and began sucking up the syrup and jizz, mumbling greedily as she slowly went down on him. He wailed softly, put his hands on the top of her head until she had consumed the entire hunk of meat and sucked ravenously.
When she leaned away, hauling his hard cock down from his crotch, he raised his head and stared into her glittering eyes. Her tongue washed along the sensitive underside of his prick. The old redhead didn't bother regular fuck-strokes, but used her mouth in gentle, yet demanding milkings of his quivering sex-stem.
His fingers tangled in her sweat-string hair as he dry-came. Her eyes were losing their lustful gaze, but his fuck-meat was beginning to wilt to a pulpy mass in her mouth and throat. When it had dwindled to about half its normal size, she let his prick plop from her lips and stood up, reaching for the gin and Seven Up.
"Come back anytime," she gurgled, sitting beside him and caressing his genitals. "I can find another five dollars, maybe. Or maybe I'll do your cock and balls and asshole just for fun."
CHAPTER TEN
Rhoda knew, as she rode toward home with Orville Hagerman and his kids, she had been within minutes of being caught, too, with Phil between her legs, fucking her. Back there in the brush when the police swooped in.
And Orville's tense attitude made it clear to her he was reflecting on the same thing. He had barely cleared out from where he had been with the school principal's young daughter-the same one her husband had gone to prison for screwing.
"How many were arrested?" she asked tersely, tone subdued.
"I don't think they were arrested," he answered in a monotone. "Too many prominent people in there with the you-know-who and three other girls.
A couple of city councilmen, a doctor, a lawyer, the school head and a preacher."
"Whew. Lucky," she exhaled.
"Yeah," he murmured. And she knew he knew she had taken on his son in the weeds, so to speak. And he knew she knew about him, too. "God, people got to be careful."
Rhoda smiled tremulously. He had used the general term "people", but his tone made it implicit he was referring explicitly to she and him. "How do people be careful in a thing like that?" she asked, feeling squeamish, referring to incest and messing around with minors as a 'thing'.
"Jesus Christ," he sort of exploded the words, in exasperation, implying condemnation of his own foolishness. "Not out in public, in the open like that-at a public picnic."
"In private?" she said.
Orville nodded, let his right hand fall to his lap, fingers idly caressing the long welt down his left pants leg. "In absolute privacy," he almost whispered, as if trying to shield their conversation from Doris and Phil who sat, slouched to either side of the back seat, in a kind of sullen silence, not really listening. "Jesus, if kids talk. Mine, won't," he said, almost defiantly.
"Nor Vern," she whispered. "He won't." She wished she could be sure about the Ormand boys. And a chilly fear gnawed at her. "What will the police do? With the men and the girls?"
Orville shrugged. "Be a helluva scandal if it's pushed. The town of Shaffer can't afford it-not with those wheels involved. Drop it, more than likely."
Softly, she said, meditatively. "We just have to be careful."
"And damned private," he nodded affirmatively. And Rhoda knew he had no intention of stopping-with Doris-and what other young girls was he getting to.
What happened at the Shaffer Municipal Water Company annual picnic wasn't lost on the kids in town. As Orville had surmised, there were no arrests. But the Shaffer Sentinel, in its back pages, carried a veiled, lurid account of the raid. No names, though.
Rhoda Myles was surprised, but not astonished when, the next morning, Phil and Doris and the two Ormand boys appeared at the back door of the Myles house. They had read the Sunday morning paper, listened to the adults in the house discuss it. (Orville, before going fishing with another mechanic, had casually cautioned his youngsters again about the necessity of silence-and caution-clearly meaning their experiences with Rhoda.)
"The paper, what happened at the picnic yesterday," Yancy Ormand said, slightly pale.
Rhoda clutched the lapels of her robe together over her breasts and held the screen door open for them to enter, trailing after the Hagerman kids and the Ormand brothers. "Want to talk about it?" she asked directly, bringing her coffee into the living room.
She sat in her customary chair and nodded agreeably when the four youngsters seated themselves on the floor in a semi-circle before her. "Vern," she called, figuring she might as well do a thorough job of explaining. And she spent an hour, and knew it was totally unnecessary to admonish them all again about the vitalness of silence-if there was to ever be any more of "that sort of thing". And they all nodded, needing no detailed explanation of what she meant.
The Ormand boys looked at each other. And it was clear in their eyes they weren't about to do or say anything, if the meant they'd never have another chance to see Mrs. Myles totally nude, have her let them fuck their peters in her and have her suck them off.
Doris and Phil exchanged mutual glances. And there was silent acknowledgement they sure wouldn't-even if Doris was only getting screwed and getting a cock to suck except for her daddy-well, except for that giant of a man the day before in the brush at the picnic.
"Well, you understand," Rhoda said quietly, confidence growing in her mind-along with a torrid heat in her loins that spread through her belly, into her rectum and upward to tingle and sparkle in the tips of her voluptuous breasts. Truly, she could see no apparent danger in sexing it up with these kids.
As she set down her cup on the arm of the chair, she was hotly aware she had relaxed, sitting with knees akimbo and the Ormand boys had tilted their heads in an effort to sneak a peek up between her legs. And Vern, too. She didn't know about his adventure Saturday afternoon and had no way of telling his attempt to get a glimpse of his mother's pussy was merely academic, natural.
The five kids were discussing their conversation and the paper as she went to dress-even though she would have given a "purty", as her old man used to say, to herd the boys, one by one-then all together into her bedroom and screw the juices out of them. Also, it would be an entertaining morning to watch all four boys romp with little Doris, see if the girl would balk at fucking them all, gang-bang style, and could handle all of them.
When she rejoined them, wearing a mini-dress, a slip she had shortened for such garments, panties and bra and sandals, the kids were sprawled in the center of the living room floor, playing some card game. For a few minutes, Rhoda stood over them, thinking-remembering the time a couple of years after she had married of her husband and her getting in a strip poker game. Well, there had been no swapping-everyone just content and excited at trying to get everyone else naked.
Yes, she remembered most of the rules-after these many years. And she could add a few rules of her own, now, as the game went along, if the kids were willing to play. She frowned. Doris was the only one she had any misgivings about.
She brought another cup of coffee and stood on her knees in the circle of youngsters. Yes, they all knew the fundamentals of poker. But she went over the rules-all those that were pertinent for her purpose.
"If anyone quits before the draw, he loses whatever he has put up to draw cards-ante," she said, shuffling the cards. There was a wiliness in all their eyes, then a flicker of excitement and daring when Rhoda said, "Okay, I put up my right sandal."
The boys quickly started to remove their right shoes. "Oh, no not necessary at this stage of the game. Leave your shoes on 'til you lose." And she dealt as Doris said meekly, "My right slipper."
"Remember," she smiled, "If you win a pot-or the others' clothes-you can't bet theirs back. Everyone always has to bet something of his own."
Quickly, she dealt five cards all around, amusedly aware the boys already were getting primed in their pants in anticipation of what was sure to come. "If you do win, though, you can keep betting the same shoe until you do lose-then you have to bet the other shoe." But what she was acutely interested in was getting the boys and Doris down to betting their underclothes. She planned, after everyone lost their shoes and socks that they would have to really put up everything else in the middle of the circle before cards were dealt for the next hand.
"Look at your cards, then we all draw," Rhoda said. "Then," she dealt, "everyone bets their other shoe or quits-folds."Without exception, everyone bet their footwear.
Rhoda folded, though-to prolong keeping her dress or her bra which would be difficult to take off. Doris won with a squeal of delight and excitement as her interest kindled quickly. "Gonna bet your pants?" she taunted the boys.
The deck passed to Vern to Rhoda's left. "My shirt," he said.
"Throw it in the pot," his mother said, explaining things now.
In minutes, Rhoda was faced with a dilemma. "I will bet my bra," she said with mock seriousness. All of the youngsters, including Doris, leaned toward her, eyes gawking, to watch her take it off. But she sprang to her feet and darted into the hallway to remove it. "There," she said, dropping it on the pile of assorted clothing in the center of their human circle.
She lost and stood, turned her back and removed her panties, careful no one could see a thing. "My almost new pink skivvies," she frowned, peering at Doris who removed her blouse. "Well, you guys?" she queried, eyebrows lifting in curious arches. And with nervous giggles, Vern, Phil and the two Ormand boys shucked off their pants, sat back on the floor, blushing modestly.
Rhoda won and, sticking out her tongue at her, Doris slipped out of her skirt. "You boys?" the teenaged girl frowned, eyes glittering.
"I don't want to take off my shorts," Jack Ormand pouted. "Me, either," the others echoed his modest objection. Rhoda shuffled. "We'll just consider them wagered," she grinned. "But if you lose, off they come. Right?"
Rhoda won. With a daring, I-don't-care smirk, Phil took off his shorts, as did Yancy, and threw them at her. "Oh, heck," Vern said and clumsily took off his shorts. But Jack objected, glancing at the other boys sitting with their hands shielding their somewhat excited genitals.
"Then you just crawl over here and do me a goodie," Rhoda said, not yet passing the cards to her son.
"A what?" Jack blushed, fingers absently tracing the huge welt of pecker in his shorts.
"A goodie," Rhoda said with finality. "Come on, Jack. Now, pay up; you lost."
There was a sharp twinge deep in her pussy as the kid scrambled toward her, awkwardly. "Get your head up under here," she said, lifting the hem of her dress demurely. "Get under."
"Hey! I don't want to," he complained, but didn't resist too much as Rhoda put a hand on his head and urged his head under her dresstail where he could smell her hot perfume and she could feel his breath fanning against her super-hot thick-lipped cunny.
She bent her head toward the tenting of her skirt by his head. "You owe me two minutes of sucking and licking my pussy," she whispered, her eyes rising to the clock on the mantel. "Go"' she breathed as he wiggled closer, his hands caressing the inner planes of her thighs and creeping around to clutch at her buttocks.
A delicious tremor danced through her as his tongue split open the thick, wet, hairy lips of her frenzied vulva and he licked her from the entry to her twat to her distended clit. "Ooooooooo," she wailed, eyes closing tightly as she savored the erotic delight of having her snatch licked and sucked.
"Whatcha doin' under her dress, Jack?" his brother, Yancy, smirked.
"Deal," Rhoda commanded her son, hardly able to talk as the kid's rasping tongue snaked into her cooking cunt. She squinted at Doris who sat with an arm folded across the proud, up-tilted titties as she picked up her cards.
"We got nothing to bet," Yancy, Vern and Phil muttered, bewilderment in their voices.
"Time is up," Rhoda said, reluctant to have Jack leave licking and laving her convulsing cunny. As soon as he crept out from under her dresstail, she arranged it over her nudity with a great show of care and modesty. "That was kind of nice," she winked at his red face as he picked up his cards, avoiding everyone's eyes.
His cock was enormously hard, about to bust out of his shorts.
Doris lost and vowed she wasn't about to surrender her panties. She stared sullenly, almost belligerently at Jack, who had won. "Not my panties," she said sulkily.
Rhoda reached around her naked son's back and gave her a nudge with her fingers. "Then lean over there and give his thing a suck, Doris."
The little blonde shook her head petulantly.
No, she said, tone indecisive. "For how long?" she murmured, careful to shield her young titties with her arm as she scooted across the floor.
"One minute," Rhoda said firmly, her pussy clutching deep and deliciously as she anticipated watching the girl give the boy a short-term blow-job.
"Just for one minute," Doris said, voice flat as she positioned her self before Jack, between his legs. "Well, I can't suck it for you, if you keep it in your pants!"
Eager for it, getting his peter sucked, Jack quickly took off his shorts and tossed them in the "pot". "Darned big and hard," Doris said fingers tentative on his column of meat. She sniffed deeply of his boy aroma, opened her mouth and lowered her face to take in the plump, glowing head of his cock.
Rhoda caught the time on the clock, then gave undivided attention to watching Doris suck and lick the knob on the tip of the kid's prick. Go down on him, she wanted to say. But, too, she didn't want the boy going off in her mouth-they had a lot of "fucking around" to do and she particularly wanted prick's gunning jizz in her cunt. All of the boy's if she could manage it.
Doris felt a little dizzy and a twinge of shame as she slowly curled her tongue around the boy's cock-knob. But his prick tasted so good-really better than that huge man's prick because it wasn't so monstrous and she was able to let her tongue work and savor it. Gee, sucking a boy's hard, hot prick was fun and exciting. She forgot keeping her boobies covered and let her hands fondle his firm balls and the root of his throbbing cock. She liked the way it probed the roof of her mouth and angled into her throat as she took in more and more of his tasty fuck-meat.
Dully, she wondered just how far Rhoda planned on the game going. Would they get around to doing more than eating cocks and pussies? A tremor of erotic anticipation fluttered through her as she contemplated all of them getting really serious and fucking all around. The ultimate possibility sent her heart to racing. But she wasn't sure she wanted all of them present, if it came to one or more of the boys shoving their things in between her legs. In private, it would be okay-even wonderful, she mused as she slowly sucked and fucked his cock with her slurping mouth.
"That's a minute. Now quit eating his pecker," Rhoda chuckled, a little boom-boom starting deep in her snatch.
Doris won the next hand and could barely mask her excitement, thinking of what the boys would do for and to her. Rhoda threw over her dress and sat without expression, naked, a finger fondling the thick curls of hair on her prominent love mound. "If a girl wins-Doris or me-the girl who loses just passes. Now, you boys all owe Doris something. Except Jack who just lost his shorts."
"What do we owe her?" Yancy sulked, a hand holding his massive hard-on.
"The same thing Jack gave me," Rhoda said brightly, hardly able to keep her fingers out of her raging pussy. "Two minutes of sucking her cunny-each!"
Phil scowled at his sister. "Well, how can we, if she sits there with her panties on?"
"Doris, you'll just have to take off your panties," Rhoda nodded.
The girl shook her head, then slowly speared fingers into the elastic and peeled them off, trying to shield her almost hairless crotch from all their eyes. "Well, Sis, lay back and get your legs open, if you want us to pay off."
"I don't know," she quavered, lying back, timid about parting her thighs. But she slowly spread herself open as her brother's hands were urgent inside her knees, pressing them outward. She peered accusingly at the tall, naked brunette, then closed her eyes, feet up, lifting her snatch to the lapping, prodding tongue of her brother.
She nearly went off before his two minutes were up. She lay, trembling, as the next boy, Vern, got his face in her straddle and began licking out her sticky, pink groove, dipping his tongue deep into her tight little fun-hole.
Her pussy did begin blasting away when he was only a minute in her, but she refrained from crying out or letting them know she was climaxing-unless they read her contorted face correctly. Just as Rhoda called time for Vern to stop, she emitted a soft, almost pitiful wail and her young butt lurched and bucked spastically against his face and diving tongue.
Doris squealed uncontrollably as soon as the impetuous Yancy socked his face right into her gaping little furrow and licked hungrily, emitting carnivorous sounds as he gobbled her dainty snatch that had completely recovered from the diligent fuck-pounding the big man at the picnic had given her.
Rhoda could hardly restrain herself from reaching for the boy's dangling hard cock and bloated balls as he pushed the girl's legs far apart so he could attack her fragrant snatch with a gluttonous fervor.
The petite blonde yelped and her feet danced high into the air as she really got a pussy-eating. Each time his tongue lanced into her hot little sex-boil, she shrieked cravenly, wantonly for more of his tongue up her pulsating snatch. Oh, how she wished he could stab his tongue all the way up her pussy and into her womb.
Rhoda, so near climaxing vicariously, she almost forgot to call time to let another boy assault the little girl's tormented pussy. But she reached to pat the kid's bare bottom for him to get his face out of her and let the next boy have a crack at her fiery little slit.
Doris' eyes rolled wide and wild as Jack's tongue-fucking sent her reeling through space in a violent orgasm. She locked her legs around his head to hold his face in her aromatic, steaming sex-split. His tongue was like resilient sandpaper up and down her little cutie trough, licking, tingling, yumming up the sweet honey that oozed freely from her quivering cunny.
"AAAAAAHHH, GOD, YESSSSSSS, EAT MY PUSSY OUT!" she cried soulfully, wiggling and shaking her ass in his hands.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Four big, hard, young cocks in front of her and Rhoda was itching in her pussy and her asshole for stabbing-one after the other. But she and Doris had lost to Phil and Yancy who had won, both with a pair of nines. Sixty nine, she thought, visualizing naked male and female bodies contorted into sucking cock and cunt.
"Well, I'll pay off your brother," Rhoda said, flopping across nakedly, titties swaying.
"Two minutes each on both guys," the Ormand brothers chortled.
"One minute," Doris corrected, slithering over Rhoda's curvy bare ass to take Yancy's mammoth prick in her mouth.
Ten minutes, a hundred minutes, Rhoda thought, slowly gobbling down Phil's pulsing prick. I could eat cock for hours-then I would want it fucked up my snatch and down my asshole. "Uuuuuummm-yuuuuummm," she purred, devouring the gigantic young cock Phil held to her mouth with fingers and thumbs at the base.
She took him down deep, opening her throat to consume his hot cock. She gloated mentally, hunching her slender, curvy body as if she were fucking when he gored her with a lift of his naked ass and groaned as if in agony.
She swung her gaze to watch Doris cock-sucking the boy who leaned back on stiff arms, giving her his rigid joint of flesh. Rhoda knew she had Phil on the teetering edge of orgasm by the way his prick expanded and she was famished to taste and swallow his cum.
But someone was swatting her exposed bare bottom and fingers were digging into her crack, prying it open, tickling her anus. "Time is up for them," Jack Ormand said, sitting in his brother's lap for Doris to start sucking him.
Rhoda whined with dissatisfaction as her son yanked on her hair, pulling her mouth from Phil's prick. "Ooooookay," she mumbled, grabbing her own son's prick and gulping it into her mouth. Her eyes crossed as she stared at the base of her boy's cock, saw lipstick and wondered who had been giving him a blow-job. She had no idea that he had been worked over the day before by Norma at the motel.
"You guys are getting more cock-sucking than we did," Jack Ormand and Phil complained, taking Doris and Rhoda by the ears and lifting their mouths from the two mouth-corking cocks.
"Let's play another hand," Doris muttered, sitting back in her place with an effort, now unmindful everyone could see all the sexy slot and hot, proud titties she possessed.
Doris burped, then giggled as she forced her face down, jaws aching, to absorb all the prick the boy sported. Rhoda had a feeling Vern wouldn't shoot jizz for quite awhile by the way his blood-veined prick lay laden and hot against her tonsil zone. He's been sucked and fucked, she thought happily, devouring his long John cock.
"Deal," Rhoda mumbled, licking her lips, savoring the flavor and memory of the cocks she had been sucking. "Yes, deal the cards," Doris yipped, throwing the cards at Yancy's rigid, wet prick. "What do we bet; we don't have any clothes left," she shrieked, rubbing fingers through her hot, wet, red slot.
Doris and Jack Ormand had pairs of jacks-no matter about high cards for tie-breaker. "Golly," Rhoda breathed, thinking of rules that would suit her purpose.
"Now what?" Doris demanded, dipping a finger deep into her tiny, tight vag. Rhoda pouted, masturbating unashamedly because her snatch was on fire, yearning for some stabbing prick-or pricks.
"Well, all you boys have to put your things in her for thirty seconds, take 'em out and let the next boy pay her off," Rhoda whined, wishing she had won the rights to all their cocks in her pussy.
Aaaaawwww? Doris gasped, lying back and bringing her slender legs up, knees canted open, reveling her reddish smile between her thighs.
"Because a girl won and I lost, being a girl, I have to let each of you boys put your things in me-deep as you can in the hole between my legs," Rhoda frowned with feigned resignation.
As soon as her brother fucked his cock into her, Doris orgasmed, her feet kicking high in the air. She grabbed her thighs behind the knees and kept her trim little ass up, arching her pussy to the pounding prick. Rhoda scowled, impatient to take on the kids for losing. She kept one eye on the clock, the other on Phil hammering his avid prick into his sister's snuckling pussy.
She knew Doris wanted jizz squirted in her twattie, but she did, too. "Time," she panted, tugging Phil's arm, pulling him out of his sister's hot sex-saddle. "I pay you off," she gasped, guiding his hunching body into her willing, greedy saddle. He mounted her quickly. He humped roughly and Rhoda grasped him behind the knob, guiding the head of his fuck-spear into her fluttering hole. "AAAIIIEEE!" she squalled as he hit the bottom of her pussy-well with the gristle-end of his cock.
He banged her hard and she felt his jizz coming. She bit her tongue to choke off an outcry. His cum scorched and burned her womb and his cock expanded, stretching her pussy walls. He sank his cock into her cunt and she pressed her folded legs against his flanks. She stretched an arm and cupped a hand over his humping ass.
He sobbed as she tickled his bulging asshole, dug the first knuckle into his rectum. He blasted cum into her cunt, drowning her cervix and tormented womb. A few feet away, Doris was shoving Yancy out of her legs and reaching for Jack Ormand. "You have to wait," she told Yancy who was holding his hard, cunt-soggy cock, "until he finishes jizzing my pussy."
Then Phil was lolling on the floor and Yancy was atop her, thudding his cock to her cunt. He got his hands on her big, hot tits and squeezed them crudely-she loved it-as he socked the cock to her pussy.
Jizz was leaking around his member and coating her asshole. Rhoda growled for him to make his prick bigger and cork her and fuck her into heaven.
She kind of lost count in the euphoria of being fucked. Her snatch was blasting, crumbling, rebuilding as she took on cock after cock. She was fairly certain she had had repeaters jabbing cocks into her flooded pussy.
Rhoda let her head flop to her left to watch Doris being turned onto her belly. There was a kid mounting her ready and willing bottom, shoving cock into her cunny. Doris sobbed for a minute, then she had a prick stuffed into her mouth and she was sucking as hard and as fast as she was fucking.
That was Vern fucking her in the mouth. And Rhoda felt a twinge of resentment that the little squirt might get more fucking and sucking and hot jizz than she would.
To compensate, Rhoda began hoisting her sprawled ass, consuming cock with her big sex-mouth as fast as she could stroke it. Her pleasure-throes remained steady as she stared dizzily at Doris who screamed with anguish as the boys swapped ends. Give it to her, she mused as she saw her son mount the girl's butt, hold his prick, set it.
Doris squalled around the mouthful of prick she was sucking. It all hurt like hell for a minute. Her insides, her guts, cringed as the more experienced Vern held her hip flare and shoved.
Cornholing her! Rhoda thought in awe, watching her son's naked wet prick skewer the girl's rectum, all the way to the tensed balls. She could see the grotesque pooching of his asshole as he began hammering cock into the little girl's bowels.
"YIIKKEESS!" Doris shrieked, at first drawing away, then humping her naked, spindled ass back to the plundering prick. It was almost as exciting to the older woman to be fucked diligently as watching the tender-aged girl get cock pumped and pounded into her two ends-cunt and mouth.
For just a moment, taking her eyes from the lascivious spectacle of the young girl getting humped, Rhoda reached for the unemployed kid. "Come on-let me get on my belly and you can shaft me-asshole or pussy-like a dog." Rhoda squirmed to all fours, got the kid's cock back in her twat, pounding away.
"I'll suck you-I mean, you fuck my mouth," she breathed heavily. Prick gorged her mouth and she was fucking her body back and forth, taking cock into both ends. She tensed her naked body-about ready to receive cock to the nuts as the boy readied himself to cum in her rampant pussy. "Give me your cock and cum," she mumbled on the cock that made her jaws ache.
The inner lips of her pussy came into play kissing around the slick, pistoning shaft of meat. Rhoda began weeping as she was catapulted into an orgiastic furor. Her tummy muscles flexed and her asshole felt full of cock, too, as she absorbed cock penetration, the head seeming to nudge her belly button.
Across from her, Doris was taking cum in her mouth; jizz was seeping around her lips and trickling out of her nose. As fast as it dripped, she backed her mouth off the cock and squeegied it into her suckling mouth.
The kid riding her ass humped her hard, bringing her up off her knees as he poured the cock to her cunt. Rhoda's eyes filmed with moisture with the prick in her mouth plummeting down her throat. Then it was spouting cum and she was swallowing as fast as she could around the massive bole of meat stuck into her face.
When she felt the head of the burning cock at her asshole, Doris' first thought was terror. But, before she could react, he had ripped the knob into her rectum, stretching the close-string of her butt hole out of proportion.
The sudden heat was almost unendurable. But it dwindled quickly, replaced by a warmth that inundated her entire naked body. Her titties seemed to balloon as she took several cock-lunges into her butt hole. Then the cock in her mouth erupted, spewing delicious jizz down her gullet. She grabbed a set of balls with both fists, holding the cock deep in her throat. She tried to focus her vision on the bony groin that was wavering before her eyes. His body was undulating like a snake as he drove his cock down her throat. And behind her, she was really getting a cornholing!
Vaguely, she heard Rhoda screaming with ecstasy, but she couldn't see the tall brunette, next door neighbor. It was all she could do, take the cock in her mouth and the wonderful prick stabbing deep up her tender ass.
The prick in her butt hole was socked in deep and spurting love-juice and Doris let herself cum and go, succumbing to the twin-fuckings. She felt split wide open in the crack of her tortured ass. But she loved the way the boy on her rump was spewing and spurting jizz into her bowels. She almost wished he would pee in her, so she could sense what it was like, a big prick up her behind and hosing her out.
But, Oh, God, her body ached from being sandwiched between two boys pounding cock into her. She felt her back bow upward. She wondered how many inches and pounds of prick she was taking down the throat and up the ass!
Doris couldn't see anything except the boy's hairless belly and groin and the base of his monstrous fuck-stump. But she could feel plenty, plenty of hard, pulsating, spewing prick. What, she wondered dazedly, was Rhoda screeching about? She wanted to look around at the older woman who had two naked youth punching prick to her, but she was so spindled in the mouth by ravaging cock, she couldn't move her head. Besides, the kid had her by the ears and hair and was gushing cock-cum into her face.
Her tongue toyed with the fleshy flange of the head and the rolled skin of the boy's prick and she savored the succulent flavor of pussy-punching prick.
Doris became acutely aware of four hands groping for her titties that dangled, quivering like bags of firm jelly. She screamed with ecstasy as the fingers and thumbs pinched her dainty nipples and dug harshly into the pulpy flesh of her boobies.
She could hear Rhoda romping on the floor, fucking with her mouth and pussy as hard and as fast as she could. Doris, then, clenched her teeth back of the boy's thick corona and nibbled, goading more and more jizz from the slot in the tip of the head of his cock.
An hour later, after having taken the four boys twice apiece in the mouth and her pussy/asshole, Doris emerged from Rhoda's bathroom and stood watching the tall brunette on her back, in the center of the living room floor, naked legs straight up and fanned wide, fucking her brother while the other three boys waited their turns at her pussy and asshole.
Dazedly, she gathered up her clothes. As she fumbled with her bra, she heard a car drive in next door. Daddy's home! she thought in dismay. He was supposed to be gone most of the day! Hurriedly, she slipped on her skirt and blouse, stepped into her shoes.
Quietly, she left through the back door and raced home, keenly aware she was all naked under her skirt and blouse. As she passed the little laundry room, she tossed her panties and bra into the washer. "No damned dinner started?" her father demanded, meeting her between the kitchen and living room.
"I didn't think you would be home 'til late," she muttered, eyes a little frantic when she recognized one of the mechanics from her dad's garage. "I can put a couple of TV dinners in the oven," she suggested meekly, sliding around him, smelling a faint sour odor of whisky on his breath.
"I told you to have dinner on," her dad said gruffly, grabbing her arm, leading her into the living room. "Damned kids don't mind worth a damn these days, Max," he growled. "Well, a blistering is all they understand anymore."
"Daaaadddy, pleeassee," Doris whimpered, her body chilling, then turning hot with embarrassment as she watched Max lean forward in the easy chair, a hand lifting his paunch, eyes glittering as he sipped the liquor in his glass.
"Don't, Daaaaaddy?" Doris pleaded as she was dragged down across her father's thighs, trying to hold the hem of her skirt down over her bottom and thighs. But her father tore it from her grasp and then her unpantied butt was revealed.
She felt goosebumps rise on the curvy surface of her buttocks and tears dimmed her vision. Max seemed to wear a ghoulish expression as he stared at her exposed cheeks.
The girl stiffened and the muscles tensed in her butt as her dad's big, callused hand landed with a sharp smack on her bare skin. She cried out, heard him mutter something about her not wearing panties and that made it that much easier to spank her ass.
There was a fever in her skin and she knew the rubbery half-moons were reddening from the crisp spanking she was receiving. "Goddamn kids just won't mind, Max," her father said and Doris didn't miss the tone of lust that had begun to glut his voice. "A father just has to teach 'em a lesson. And running around with no panties on."
Doris felt like a rag doll being dragged around as her father lifted her, sat her down on his knees, her skirt up around her waist. "Probably no tittie bags, either," he grunted, a hand groping over her jutting cones.
Without warning, his hand caught the throat of her blouse and he yanked hard, the buttons flying away. And she was naked to the waist, her firm, spongy boobies spilling into the open.
She sobbed with a combination of rage and humiliation as her dad tore off the blouse, leaving it a rag. Then he jostled her and her skirt was gone.
She tried to turn to face her dad to conceal her nudity from the leering man across the room. But her father held her so that her front was revealed to the short, chubby man who gawked with lascivious intensity at her bobbing titties, her flat tummy and the almost bare pillow across her split.
"Well, daughter, no dinner; so, you know what we're gonna eat?" her father grated, one hand rubbing up and down her bare back while the other fondled and pinched her throbbing titties. "And you're gonna have some lunch with us."
"Pleeaasse? Daddy?" the youngster whimpered, unable to lift her arms to shield her bosom from view. She knew what he meant!
CHAPTER TWELVE
"First, we gotta cook our meat in the oven-her oven," her father chortled, standing and dropping the naked girl roughly on the davenport. She huddled away, her back to them, knees drawn up, trying desperately to conceal her erotic nudity from their lecherous eyes.
Numbly, she heard the rustle of clothing and knew they were stripping off their clothes. "Okay, girl, turn over and take your medicine," her dad said tersely, grabbing her left arm and flopping her onto her left side so she faced them.
Doris' tear-filled eyes cleared slowly and widened as she stared at the two naked men standing over her, holding their ugly hard cocks in their right hands. She wasn't certain what they wanted her to do-or what they intended to do to her.
She protested unintelligibly as she was hauled off the davenport to flop awkwardly on the floor. She groveled, naked and helpless, as the two men sat side by side on the davenport. "Come and get it, little girl," her dad breathed lustfully.
There was no mystery, now, Doris thought numbly as she was tugged between her father's widely sprawled thighs. His hand was gentle, but firm on the back of her head. She hesitated, filled with a sense of shame that began to waver as she stared at the massive column of male flesh protruding up and out from his thickly forested groin.
The monstrous head of his prick was leaking its clear, sticky syrup and the veins were blue and expanded down the thick shaft, like rough wood grain in the weathered handle of the old shovel in the storage shed out back.
"No, Daaaadddddy?" she protested weakly, almost entranced by the way the twin eggs in his bag rolled up and down. Her eyes darted to the rotund man to her father's left and felt a twinge of disgust and disappointment when he began to jack off. He would surely shoot out his stuff-and she wouldn't get it.
As she reached to cup her father's hot, stony nuts, she was tempted to tell Max not to do that, not to play with himself, jack off-she would take care of it for him. She curled her fingers around the base of her dad's prick and squeezed the hot, resilient shaft as she flicked her tongue across the dark purple morsel of the head of his cock.
Sucking on the knob of prick, she swung her eyes to her right and watched Max masturbating slowly, milking out a trickle of clear sex-honey. Idly, she wondered how he could really fuck, with that wide roll of fat across his hairy belly. Could he really get all his prick in a girl with it in the way?
As she began taking in more thick cock, little strokes, her father groaned with pleasure. To further stimulate his pulsing prick, she sucked hard and long on the succulent bulb. Obscene noises were loud in the still room as she slurped up the sweet cock juice and saliva. She hoped he would and hoped he wouldn't cum-she wanted him to give her a sound fucking or cornholing!
She stiffened, glanced again at the short mechanic when he moaned and his fists quickened on his grotesque cock. Her father knew he was on the verge of cumming.
"Stop it, Max! Get on her ass! Get your cock shoved up her snug little pussy," he moaned. "Doris, little girl, get your cute butt up in the air and let Max in you!"
Obediently, she got onto her knees, lifted her fanny as high as she could as the chubby man, flopped his gross body atop her lean frame. As he searched with the wet knob of his prick for her slot, she waggled her ass, trying to capture the point of his cock in her steamy trough.
She was forced forward, taking all of her father's cock down her throat when he found her hole and speared his cock to the balls into her flinching pussy. Doris wailed mutedly as the long, thick cock slithered past her cerfix and aimed relentlessly for her womb.
Doris was unable to continue mouth-fucking her father because the obscene man on her ass was fucking her ruthlessly, shafting cock to her tight cunny in a wild frenzy. All she could do with her dad's immense, swollen cock was suck and slither her tongue around the base, try to lick down onto his balls.
Her clutching pussy burned fiercely as it absorbed the pistoning prick that Max was slam-banging deep into her body. A sensation of glowing enchantment flourished through the teenager as she reveled in the glory of sucking a big prick while another was hammering away up between her weak, trembling legs.
Hazily, she wondered about her father's bringing home Max to fuck her. He must be pretty sure she wouldn't never, ever tell anyone and there would be no trouble. And he must be certain Max wouldn't talk. But how could anyone, any of them-Rhoda, or Vern, or Phil or the two Ormand boys-wouldn't let something slip? To her, naive as she was, that seemed like a lot of people to keep a secret-a dangerous secret!
The inner and outer lips of her pussy were scalding around the cock that was plowing rampantly up into her body. As he began to rock up over her and weave his body from side to side, her father placed his hands on her ribs, the tips of his fingers nudging into the fleshiness of her dangling boobies to steady her while she took Max's industrious fucking.
She glub-glubbed in anticipation of her dad's cock-spewing, but he tensed, held himself back and the spasm throughout his cock ebbed. He would shoot his jizz in her mouth later, she mused-unless he held off and waited to gun his huge cock up her snatch or her recently ravished asshole.
Doris shuddered, clenching her cunny muscles around the plunging cock, milking the fat knob and the monstrous barrel. "Fuck it to her, Max!" her father muttered, reaching a hand under her belly to lift her ass up high while his other hand played with her titties.
She sucked hard on her dad's cock as she squeezed and coddled his balls. The little extra height of her butt improved the angle and Max's cock thumped against the bottom of her sex-well, stretching her insides. "Make her little twat smoke!" her father howled as she got a little room so she could fuck him off with her slobbering, sucking mouth.
Her previous curiosity about how the fat little man could fuck a girl with his flabby paunch was dispelled as he slammed cock to her, his belly plopping meatily against the curved cheeks of her saucy little ass. He could do it-was doing it-was really fucking the cock to her cunt, she thought, a little dizzy from the time she had been sucking prick and being screwed from behind.
In, out; in, out; in, out, the man's cock plundered her aching cunt. And her jaws ached from being forced to gape around her dad's gigantic fuck-tool.
The prick pounding in and out of her pussy vibrated, expanded and Max threw it into her faster and faster. Doris tensed, squeezed with her cock-milkers, ready for the flood of jizz in her tight cunt. A tremor fled through her body, causing her titties to tingle delectably in anticipation of the heavenly pleasure of being gushed full of jizz.
Tensing her sphincters sped her toward climax and she screamed on her dad's cock as she exploded into a shattering orgasm. Her asshole seemed to go all squirrely from the tension of her pussy and she sort of half wished Max would haul his cock out of her cunt and cornhole it to her before he shot off his flood of lust and passion.
Even though she sucked hard and fucked her mouth frantically on her dad's mammoth cock-stem, she knew he wasn't going to cum-yet. "Aaaggggh!" Doris gasped as Max crammed all of his cock up her twat and hosed a torrid stream of jizz into her frail, panting body.
Doris knew she would have collapsed, if it hadn't been for the cock burrowed up between her legs and her father's hand on her tummy, holding her ass up in the air.
The enthrallment seemed about to tear her apart. Her senses reeled and the only reality of the moment was the spurting cock in her cunt and the delicious raw fuck-meat stuffed into her numb face. Her eyes wouldn't focus and her father's pubic wool tickled her nose and her eyelids and her forehead that was filmed with sweat.
Her skin crawled delectably as Max began rubbing the rounded globes of her ass, up her flanks, over her back, across her shoulders, then back down her sides, over her bottom, down her thighs, fingertips tickling the inner planes, exciting fun-places she hadn't known about before. It really sent her blasting her pussy, his hands caressing her bare body while her dad held her tummy and mauled her cute young tits.
Doris tensed. Her pussy felt as if it were ajar of boiling liquid with a monstrous wiener cooking in it. She must be completely full of jizz, she mused dreamily, savoring the delightful pleasure of being tightly plugged with cock-in both ends.
As Max's prick stopped pulsating and he was content to let it soak deep in her pussy, Doris wondered dazedly whether her father would pull this stunt again, bring other men to the house to fuck her.
"Gawd, Orv," Max groaned, "her pussy is melting my cock. You were right; her twat is tight and hot as hell could ever be. Jesus, you're a lucky son of a bitch to have a young daughter like this to fuck and suck off your cock."
"You about done fuckin' it to her, Max?" Orville Hagerman grunted. "Then flop out there on the floor and I'll set her on you."
"Huuuuh?" Doris muttered, disappointed when her father lifted her and she lost his cock from her mouth. Before she could realize what was happening, her father set her down on Max's round face and his tongue found her little pecker-purse instantly.
She felt she would die of ecstasy as his tongue dipped into her cove and began siphoning out his jizz and her sex-secretions. She gawked timidly at his wet cock lying up across his belly, still hard and forbidding. But the girl groped for the shaft with both hands, lifted it and sucked it into her mouth as Max gobbled her juicy hair-pie, his tongue dancing and stabbing in and out of her flooded cunt.
Doris pressed the ample gourds of her breasts against his fat gut as she slowly, tantalizingly fucked his prick with her bold, wanton mouth. His tongue was so delightful in her pussy it almost gave her a toothache. Ooooohhh, how she loved sucking cock and having her little pussy swabbed out with a tongue and sucked by expert lips.
"I love it," she mumbled, scoring her pussy on his face.
She was about to cum again! Trying to tell him to eat her out and, maybe, suck on her little clit, she began bobbing her face up and down on his fuck-bone rapidly as she sucked and savored the plump, ripe fruit on the end of his cock.
Max responded by tonguing her clitoris, scooping out her hot, wet trough that was fucked to a brilliant red rawness, then delving it up her twat as far as he could reach.
Doris screamed, sound muffled by the mouth and throat full of hot, hard cock. Her insides convulsed and quivered as she blasted into a climax that about drove her insane with erotic pleasure. There was a squishiness deep in her snatch and she knew she was flowing passion juices that burned the clutching walls of her cunny.
She wished she could make his huge prick squirt again-and she began nibbling the rubbery flange of the head and raking her teeth up and down the thick-skinned shaft. Max responded with a shrill groan, up-fucked his cock into her face, split open the melons of her butt and reamed a finger deep into her seething bowels, finger-fucking her tight little asshole as he gulped her sweet, hot cunt-honey.
Doris mauled his heavy, hairy balls, twisting them from side to side and milking his massive rod. She couldn't see his anus, but she could see the wild forest of dark hair that sprang from his crack. She kept his nuts in one hand and searched with a finger, found his pucker and stabbed a finger into his asshole.
His bony-fat bottom lurched, driving his prick into her gullet as she twisted her finger back and forth in his butt hole. Then the finger was yanked from her rectum and her bottom was lifted from Max's face. Hands were on the flare of her hips and there was a hot, heaving probing.
"Aaaahhh, yessss!" she sighed, closing her eyes, waiting for it.
But not for long. She winced at the twinge of lightning-and her daddy succeeded in spearing his cock into her asshole and began cornholing her with long, ravaging strokes. And it was wonderful;
Max raised his face and he resumed licking and sucking her cunny.
Doris communicated her pleasure by mouth-fucking cock, licking and sucking the plump head, determined that Max would blow up, his prick explode jizz in her mouth.
"Uuuuummmm," she mumbled, sucking her cheeks in against his marvelous fuck-wand that was starting to vibrate and tremor as she went 'way down on him, completely absorbing his cock in her pixie face. She gobbled noisily on his prick to stimulate his passion as her own mounted as her daddy cornholed her to the root of his ass-distorting cock.
Older men, she thought in awe, really can do it. They're lots better than young boys. They can make a fuck and a cock-suck last a long time by holding back and not shooting their cock-cum right off the bat. And they had a little bit bigger pricks-a real mouth and cunt and asshole full.
"Little girl, you ready for it?" her father grunted, starting to toss cock up her ass in rapid, ripping hunches of his ass. "Baby, I'm not gonna be able to hold it off now. Get your guts ready, for here comes all my prick in your tight, hot bowels with a gallon of jizz."
She barely had time to nod she understood he was about to fuck her butt hole full of prick and cum when Max's throbbing joint shot a torrent of jizz that splattered the roof of her mouth. Instead of going all the way down on his cock, she milked the shaft with one hand and sucked voraciously on the head of his prick.
Then she was taking cum up the ass and down her throat. And her own fuck-gun was firing rapidly as Max licked out her pussy and tickled her stinging clit. "Ooooohhh, let's fuck me all day," she mumbled, swallowing thick, hot, pearly cum.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The four boys were puzzled and frustrated. After being introduced to fleshy delights of fucking, they were now shut off. Vern's mother was not putting out and Phil's father was so covetous of the dainty little Doris, Phil was no longer permitted to bang her tight, hair-smooth little pussy.
And the Ormand brothers, Yancy and Jack, were disgruntled, only half-believing Phil and Vern when they said they weren't "getting any" either. Their denials were especially suspect when Phil and Vern declined to discuss in detail how they were refused a "piece of ass."
Early that evening, Phil, sulking in front of the television, was resentful of his father when Orville Hagerman came in from the garage and undressed right in the living room, called little Doris from the kitchen and helped her strip off her clothes while she stood docilely, smiling up into her daddy's sober face.
Even with the volume up high and the water running, he could hear their squeals and laughter in the shower. His virile young nuts ached to the point of cracking and he hunkered deeper into the easy chair, legs sprawled open as he gently stroked his aching hard-on.
He could visualize their doing all sorts of things in the bathroom-his sister down on her knees in the tub, fingers loving their dad's heavy balls while she gave him a blow-job or their father had her down in the tub and was fucking the pee out of her juicy little hole.
Phil briefly considered taking out his peter and jacking off. But they might emerge from the back of the house anytime and he didn't want them to catch him playing with his pecker. Like Vern, he couldn't understand why his mother, suddenly, had changed from a hot-assed piece of tail to an aloof, sarcastic woman who had slapped both of them hard when they even touched her jutting titties or put a hand on the sleek, flaring curve of her butt.
He adjusted his position in the chair when he heard his father and sister coming down the hallway, laughing and conversing in low tones. As hard as he tried, he couldn't ignore them when Orville Hagerman slouched naked onto the davenport with a drink while the nude Doris with pale, golden skin curled onto his lap, careful to push his prick down between his legs so she didn't mash it with her shin bones.
If he stared hard at the TV screen, ignored the picture, he could actually see their reflection in crisp detail. He wasn't sure-but it seemed so-that Doris' firm, rubbery boobies were bigger than the first time he had seen them, touched them-the first time he had screwed her.
God, how his nuts hurt! he mused, squinting to watch the reflection of his dad pinching and squeezing her proud little globes and caressed the sweet, smooth turn of the cheeks of her small butt. Jealously, he wondered whether he would have a pecker as big as his father's. It was sure getting hard now; he could see the giant, purplish head jutting out from under the bottom of the naked little girl. The thick foreskin was rolled behind the massive flange, making the head of his cock seem even larger.
Then Phil reddened and flinched, jerking his gaze from the pair's reflection when he noticed they were pointing at him and laughing softly. But in a moment he again was watching them, feeling immensely envious when his sister reached under her and seized their father's cock-knob and pinched it, rubbing the bowled palm of her hand over it, smearing it with its sticky juice.
A deep resentment grew in Phil, realizing they were teasing him. Why didn't they go in the bedroom and do it? he fumed mentally, wishing his balls didn't hurt so stony-like. He would have picked himself out of the chair and stalked out, but he didn't want to suffer the embarrassment of them seeing he was disturbed, had a huge hard-on in his pants.
It would have been tolerable if only Rhoda Myles would have let him and Vern at her, between her long, slender legs. But she had changed so that she wouldn't even let them look up her dresstail. Phil was sure Vern was telling him the truth when he said his mom hadn't let him diddle her for more than a week-the day when they had played that exciting card game-a mere excuse for all of them to suck cock and pussy and fuck out in the open in the middle of the Myles' living room floor. His breath caught when he saw his dad plow a finger into the crease of his sister's bottom and she wriggled her eager young ass on it and squealed like a silly girl.
Phil was almost certain Vern wasn't fucking his beautiful mom. At least, he sounded convincing and he talked just as hard-up as he and the Ormand boys did. Man, he would give about anything for a piece of ass, pushing his peter in and out of a hot, wet pussy-any cunt at all.
Darn, how his fingers hankered to be doing what his dad's were! He squirmed in the chair as he watched the reflection of his dad's hand roaming over the delicate pink skin of his sister's enticing butt. He drew a deep, painful breath, watching his dad extend his big finger and push it deep into the valley between the twin hillocks of Doris's rump.
"Eeeeeeyiiiikkkkeeeesss, Daaaaddddy," she wheezed, stiffening, her body lurching into the air, "that's my assey-holey! Don't put your finger in me there; finger-fuck me, if you want to, though."
She moved her lean young legs far apart and wiggled her bottom. "Aaaaaahhhh-ah-ah-ahhhhh, yeeeessss," she sighed noisily, working her steaming little pussy down on the stiff finger, taking all of it into her cunny that was lubricated instantly.
She hugged her daddy's neck and pressed her titties against his chest as she worked her pussy on his delving finger. "Yessss, ooohhh, yes, Daddddddy, you're really finger-fucking me dandy now. I love it, the way you squiggle your finger inside my pussy-wussy. Make me feel so good, Daddy; make your finger make me cum-wum," she wailed, lapsing into baby-talk.
Quickly, climax seized her and she joggled her frail body wildly, fucking herself on his long finger. "It's good, Daddy! My pussy is on fire and burning up! Do it to me faster and deeper, Daddy! Really finger-up-fuck my cunny! Oooohhh, pleeeeassse, do it in deeper up me and make me feel heavenly. Ooooohhh, God, Daddy, finger-fuck me up deep and far and fast! I want more!" she screamed frantically, "I need more in my hot, itching pussy!"
She wailed in anguish until her father lifted her, turned her squarely on his lap. Deftly, he held her with a palm on her bare bottom, lifted his monstrous cock and set her pussy entry down on the gigantic cock-plum.
Doris screeched with pleasure as his massive prick slowly penetrated her. She spread her thighs so she could get all he had up between her legs. Doris' asshole bulged obscenely as her insides were bloated by huge cock. She pitched her head far back, bowing her back. Her mouth was open, lips curling as a shudder rippled through her.
"I got all your cock-now help me fuck you, Daddy," she whined, trying to raise her body so she could plunge her stretched pussy down on his thick column of flesh. "Pleeeaaassseee, Daddy, help me make my cunny slide up and down on your lovely prick."
Orville Hagerman snorted and palmed the quivering cheeks of her hot little ass and lifted her light body until cn the bulging bulb of his cock was imbedded up between her slender thighs. He dropped his hands and the girl tumbled down on his spearing prick.
Doris squealed in a long, wavering howl as heated ecstasy flashed through her heaving loins like lightning. With her hands on his shoulders, she leaned back at arms' length, her head rolling from side to side. "Do it again, Daddy! Fuck me on your handsome prick!"
Again, he lifted her and her well-oiled pussy slithered down on his cunt-cramming cock. She writhed on his impaling phallus, twisting her cunt on it as she rocked her ass from side to side, rutting her pussy back and forth to caress her clit and her swollen cunt-lips on his long, pulsing sex-bone.
Her silky body began undulating frenetically as she threw herself up and down on his slick-sticky cock. "Gooolllleeeee, Daddddy? Can you give me more? I want more prick in me, Daddy! Please, fuck it to me, fuck me way up inside my pussy!"
With the frail youngster spindled on his lengthy prick, he shuffled to his feet then toppled her to the davenport. He seized her ankles and pushed her legs beside her, her feet far beyond the top of her head. Her bottom end was round and bony with her snatch presented to him totally. She wheezed as he bucked his ass, driving inches of prick into her that were unavailable while she was top-riding his cock.
The girl tried to struggle under him, but was wedged against an arm of the davenport, held in a lewd, helpless coital position as he grunted, driving his lust-slimed cock sloshing into her thin body. Doris yelped and her eyes rolled as she took his plunging cock in punishing lunges deep into her coiling snatch.
Doris squeezed her hands between his hairy arms and her chest to cup her proud, hard, passion-surging boobies. She tweaked her nipples and yipped with delight with each masterful plunge of monstrous prick into her squirreling twat.
"Ooooohhhh, God, yes! Fuck it to me, Daddy! I'm blasting inside where your cock is pounding my pussy," she squealed in shrill, weeping tones.
"Shake your ass, little girl, and let's fuck the jizz out my prick and into your fucking, cock-lovin' cunt," her father grunted, snorting and chuckling as he threw the prick into his daughter's snug, slick, hot pussy.
"Yes, Daddy; I'll do it as best I can," she whimpered, trying to comply and help him shove cock into the dainty, cock-bulging hole between her legs.
Doris could feel the expansion of the head of his thudding prick and tremors began along the pistoning barrel as he slammed his cock to her. In response, the walls of her snatch contracted around his swelling prick, milking his grotesquely huge cock.
Her father snorted and grunted as he levered his plunging prick back and forth, reaming out her steaming fuck-chasm. For a minute, savoring the cock-pounding her pussy was getting, she glanced over at Phil, felt a twinge of pity for his tortured condition, wondered why her daddy had told her not to let him screw her anymore.
After all, Phil had a lovely cock and he could shoot her full of jizz in the cunt or the mouth lots faster than her daddy could. She loved his cock and having him fuck her and cornhole her ass and fucking her mouth. And Vern next door-and Yancy and Jack Ormand-were all good fucking their cocks into all of her sex-loving holes.
Too, she couldn't understand-"EEEEEIIIIAAAHHHGGGHHH!" she screamed, cumming hard deep in her pussy like bombs going off-why Rhoda was no longer taking the boys between her long legs. The way she loved to be fucked and to suck off handsome young cocks.
"Here it comes, little girl," her daddy growled, slamming cock far into her cunt and stretching her, gushing her full of jizz that plastered the insides of her fuck-cave.
"Jizz my pussy," she sobbed, body squirming in enchanting pulses as his cock hosed her cunt full of love-juice.
In a daze of enchantment, Doris glanced fuzzily at her tormented older brother, could see the ridge in his pants, the outline of his cock down the left leg. She sighed with ecstasy as her daddy released her ankles and let her body unfold so her legs stretched down along the shanks of his legs.
His spewing prick was buried so deeply in her, however, it held her quivering little butt off the davenport seat. She felt so sorry for her brother and would gladly have him screw her to relieve his sexual tensions. Also, she reflected dreamily, he could really fuck her, being young and all.
She scowled in dismay as her brother began crying, tears running down his wan cheeks, and he sprang from the chair and ran from the house, a hand covering his monstrous, rocky hard-on.
"Aaaaaahhhh, Daddy, your nice, big cock feels so good in me, shooting me with jizz," she crooned softly, wiggling her small bottom on his big, pulsating prick. "Maybe I could sleep with you tonight and you could be easy with me and do it in my buttee-holee-cornhole me nice?"
Her young mind turned shrewd. Maybe she could slip around with Phil and they could have fun, fucking and sucking. She liked the feeling of having her highly sensitive little pussy licked with hot, rasping tongues. And if they were careful, Daddy would never know. And if Vern Myles would promise not to say anything-not even to his mom-she would think about letting him do it to her with his prick.
And there were Yancy and Jack Ormand. They were really good at fucking cocks into her, too.
Doris squirmed under her daddy's naked, feverish body. "It feels like your cock has stopped, Daddy," she whispered. "Why don't you lie down and I'll do it to it with my mouth. I like the taste of-" she started to say cocks, but changed the sentence-"YOUR cock."
With a groan, Orville Hagerman shuffled off his young daughter and she clambered atop him as he slumped to his back, spreading his legs wide for her to get her hands on his big, hairy nuts and gobble up his slackening prick.
In seconds, she had sucked and mouth-fucked him back to a full hard-on. As she savored his lusty cock, her thoughts grew wily. If she did decide to do it with the boys and Daddy did find out, she might tell. Tell who?
She forced her face down, her lips stretched around the thick bole of his fat, stiff prick and twirled her tongue around the thick root of his delicious fuck-organ. It didn't matter; she'd just say she would tell-and he better not whip her either.
Doris squeezed her father's stony nuts and she giggled soundlessly with his huge prick corking off her excited mirth. She would bet the boys could have their way with Rhoda Myles, if they hinted they would tell on her.
She sucked hard on her dad's cock and shivered delectably as he delved fingers into her soppy little pussy and into her torrid, itching rectum.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Norma Patterson had lived on pins and needles, so to speak, since she had devoured Vern Myles that afternoon for fear the youngster would talk around to his friends and knowledge would filter out and she would be in trouble again. Her uneasiness had been amplified after she had heard of the police raid at the annual picnic of the water company.
She had resolved she would confine her sexual antics to adult men. A lot safer, she frowned that evening after showering and dressing in half-slip, white panties and matching bra and a simple, light cotton dress.
But men had no appetite for an old woman almost fifty years old. Before buttoning up the front of the dress, she lovingly settled her ample breasts comfortably in the bulging cups of the brassiere.
Her eyes blinked back tears rapidly behind the dark glasses. Was she doomed-that was the proper word, she thought, pouring half a water glass of gin and gulping it-to live out the rest of her life without the pleasure of diddling around with husky cocks? Something she had been obsessed with most of her life.
Norma pulled up the hem of her dress and eased the double-ply of her panties from the pinch of her pussy. Tears escaped under the dark glasses and spilled from her chin. How she wished she was a young girl again, so innocent and attractive.
The most exciting times of her life had been when she was a desirable girl and young woman with the boys making passes at her and she was fighting them off-subtlely making it clear she wasn't serious about making them stop.
It had been such fun, being seduced-even when the seduction would be classed as rape by more moral girls and young women. But she had loved it-being manipulated by older, experienced men or being mauled and forced, almost, by eager young bulls.
Well, she just couldn't afford the chance of scandal and arrest from messing around with young boys anymore. She measured gin into the glass again and guzzled it noisily, hiccupping sharply. It was saddening, the prospect of never being fucked again, never having the pleasure of going down on a nice, tasty, hard cock and blow-jobbing it.
Instinctively, Phil Hagerman hurried down the darkened alley to an old, abandoned warehouse near the railroad tracks where a lot of the boys gathered to scheme and brag and talk in quiet excitement about girls. It was there he found Vern Myles with an old kerosene lantern looking at naughty pictures of naked women in books and magazines the boys had hidden in a metal box under loose flooring.
Because they had pondered it before, Phil asked, "What's gotten into your mom, Vern?"
Vern shrugged, offered to share the magazines. He ignored the question. "You need it, too?" It was clear he meant a hot, wet pussy in which to soak his cock that was still hard.
Phil winced, looked away into the darkness, nodded solemnly.
"I bet," Vern said softly, determinedly, putting away the lascivious material under the boards, "I know where we can get it. I bet she would be glad to have us do it to her-pussy."
Seeing the quick interest in Phil's eyes, he continued, feeling superior and triumphant, "She even paid me once to screw her and let her suck my peter."
"Yeeeeah?" Phil breathed heavily, running fingers over his stiff prick. He hunkered toward Vern who buttoned his own cock back in his pants as he explained. All about Norma Patterson-"that hot old bag who went really wild being fucked and sucking peter."
Norma heard the bell tinkle over the entrance to the motel office and emerged from her quarters to find Vern Myles and Phil Hagerman getting root beers from the machine. Her heart bounded from a mixture of trepidation and yearning.
"Boys," she said huskily, trying to make it a question inferring what they wanted. Vern's burning eyes on the twin mounds bulging the bodice of her dress told her exactly what they wanted.
"Ooooohhhh," Vern said in a tone of indifference, "talk, maybe. We got nothin' to do and ... How about talking in your place."
Nothing to do, Norma's eyes squinted behind the dark glasses, bur get me down and on top of me and squirt off your young pricks in between my thighs.
"You kids better go," she said decisively, yet not as convincingly as she knew she should be.
A chill lanced through her, replaced by a warm flush that seemed to emanate from between her tense thighs. She knew she should retreat into safety as Vern Myles swaggered toward her, but she seemed frozen to the floor just a few feet from the concealing curtain of her apartment.
"Vern," she gasped in a hushed exhaling of breath as he reached clumsily, amateurishly to squeeze her left tit, let his hand glide down over her belly that was in sudden turmoil. She flinched when his hand rubbed over her backside, fingers pinching at the taut rubberiness of an ass cheek.
"You boys better get out of here," she stammered, gaze swinging in alarm as Phil advanced and felt a firm tit, timidly at first, then in growing confidence.
Jesus, Norma breathed shallowly, they planned this; both of them have hard-ons already. "Scram, you two," she wheezed. She moved backward toward the curtain, would have edged around the counter, but was blocked by Phil Hagerman whose finger and thumb found a nipple and tweaked it sharply, sending a needling sensation racing down through her belly, into her dry pussy.
"What do you think you're going to do?" Norma panted, trying to brush away a hand that was unbuttoning the bodice of her dress. "Quit!" she gasped, looking down at her heaving breasts, the crowns milky and smooth as they bulged above the cups of her bra.
"Nah," Vern grunted, giving her a push and Norma stumbled back to the curtains. "Get in the back, Mizz Paterson. "You know-back in the bedroom." Another little push in her mid-section propelled her through the curtain into her living room.
She was unprepared for Vern's embrace, crushing his bony chest against the hillocks of her bosom, and his frantic, feverish kiss. Phil was behind her, his hands lifting her dresstail up high so he could feel the taut loaves of her ass. His hands were like fire through the sheerness of her panties.
"I could tell you-about that day of the picnic," Vern breathed against her intrepid, nervous lips. "I haven't-yet. But I could," he murmured, "if you don't let us."
Norma was aware of a sinking feeling of helplessness, of dread. Her head hung slack, chin against her breastbone, as she was led by each arm toward her bedroom. What could she do? Would Vern really tell? Could she risk his challenge as a bluff? My God! she thought miserably, standing unmoving as the two boys stripped her naked, almost tearing away her dress.
She heard a tearing sound as one of them struggled with the three hooks of her bra. Then her big titties spilled free and eager hands were mauling them all over her chest.
The elastic in the hem of her half-slip was stretched to its limit before the frail garment was dragged down to her feet. She trembled as her ass was patted and a hand scooped between her thighs to palm the meatiness of her cuntal lips.
Half-hobbled by clothing around her ankles, she was shoved toward the bed, sprawling across it. Her panties were peeled off over the rounded voluptuousness of her big ass and she was finally naked. With her head twisted to one side, she watched the two eager youths quickly tear off their clothing, their hard, young pricks springing to attention, balls uptight in their scrotums.
"You wanta fuck her first, or me?" Vern wheezed. "I mean, in her twat or her mouth? You can have her cunt and I'll shove my cock in her mouth. She sucks prick real good and I like the way she gives a blow-job."
"Get her around on the bed and I'll hump her from the rear," Phis said huskily, a fever of lust in his voice.
"Uuuuuuhhhhh-unnnnnhhhhh," Norma snorted in surprise as a finger gored her snatch, driving in, pulling the inner leaves of her vulva into her cringing sex-hole.
"Get in the middle of the bed," Vern growled, spanking her bare bottom, stinging her tight skin.
Norma crawled, trying to dislodge the finger from her snatch, but Phil kept her twat spindled. She flattened out on the bed, but Vern slapped her ass again and she obediently drew her knees up until they nudged the plump globes of her boobies.
Her heart was hammering frantically as she lay on a cheek, looked back as Phil climbed after her, mounted her upturned butt. "Sink your cock in her pussy, then I'll get at her head," Vern commanded.
Norma blinked repeatedly, feeling the inept kid probing at her with the hot head of his sticky, drippy prick. Not the asshole, not right now, she prayed silently as the bulging knob of his cock punched at her anus, then slid down into the velvety folds of her vulva.
She tensed, back bowed upward as he nudget at her with the bulb of his prick. Fire flashed along her channel as he prodded at her entry and the head of his cock popped inside her.
Her back caved in for a minute, then straightened when he hunched and plowed several inches of prick up her cunt. "Jeeeessssssus!" she whined, legs weakening and trembling as he hugged her waist and he humped roughly, penetrating deeper and deeper.
"Iiiiieeeeeee!" Norma squalled impetuously, surprised her cunny should be so snug around the rampantly burrowing young cock. He banged at her twat and she hunched her ass back at his exploring prick, feeling the head bound past her cervix, going up her very deep. She could feel the slap-slap of his balls against her Venus mound, sending a wonderful tingle stinging into her swelling clitoris. Her bowels clenched and rumbled painfully as the cavity between her legs was stuffed full of vibrant, virile cock.
"Getcher head up!" Vern demanded, straddling before her on his knees.
Norma sniffed deeply, smelling the musky aroma of his lust-goaded prick. "Wait a minute," she gasped to Phil who had his belly flat against the hot cheeks of her ass.
She drew a deep, quivering breath and slowly struggled up, folding her arms under her and cupping a voluptuous breast in each palm. "Let me get up," she complained when he huhched obscenely, pumping prick in and out of her several times.
When Vern clasped his hands to the sides of her head, she lifted her face and stared at the oozing slit in the bulbous head of his prick that was only inches from her nose. The fragrance was heady and enticing and she opened her mouth in tentative jerks until her jaws ached, ready to take his cock fucking into her mouth and down her gullet.
Vern thrust with his hips and his prick sloughed up beside her nose, dislodging her glasses. She was grateful that he picked them up and put them out of the way in the bookcase of the headboard.
The knob of Vern's cock dabbled all around her lips and she licked at it, trying to capture it so she could suck his delectable raw sex-meat. "Uuuuuugggggghlluuuuummmmm," she gurgled when he succeeded in aiming it and the tasty plum of fuck-flesh snocked into her mouth.
Norma's pussy warmed rapidly and exuded sticky lubricant that greased the glide of that fabulous young cock pumping into her ravenous snatch. "Sssssllllluuuuurrrrrrpppp," she sucked ravenously, voraciously as Vern began fucking her in the mouth.
The meaty squish of cock pistoning into her pussy and down her throat was the only sound in the dark room except for the coarse, harsh breathing of the three of the licentiously coupled threesome. Norma knew her jaws would ache for hours after they finished making her give them blowjobs. And the roof of her mouth and the curvature into her throat would be extremely tender.
But how she loved it! Her fingers bit into the pulpy melons of her bosom. The gash of her vulva, now O'ed around the prick plowing into her twat, was like a smoldering fire and the depths of her pussy was sucking and milking and caressing along the plunging fuck-shaft.
She was going to cum any second and she let her teeth rake Vem's marvelously mammoth sex-tool. Ooohhh, how tasty, she mused dreamily, savoring the seeping honey of his hot meat.
As she built passionately toward orgasm, Norma began rocking her naked body back and forth, helping them fuck her in both ends. And they were really throwing cock into her, their balls bouncing against her belly from behind and against her throat up front.
"Aaaaaawwwwwwkkkkkkggggghhhhh," she gurgled, going off hard, cumming so painfully-enchantingly on Phil's prodigious hard-on. She sort of wished both of them would jizz her at once, right then, while she was in the throes of climax. But she could cum again and again, could almost time her cuntal and anal orgasms to match their delectable cock-ejaculations.
Snockety-snock; squish-squish.
The boy on her butt was really thumping his cock into her, Norma reflected, all her senses singing as she took the twin-fuckings with increasing passion.
She rolled her big ass around and around on Phil's fuck-axle so the fat knob pried against the convulsing walls of her exploding cunt. Her eyes opened wide, then pinched closed as Phil's torrid, thick jizz sloshed into her grateful fuck-well.
The reddish-grey haired woman concentrated on working her sphincters on his still-thudding cock to fuck and milk out his gorgeous love-juice. By holding his pulsing prick in her cunt-vise, she kept him pumping his cock in and out of her.
And she continued fucking her ass back at him until Vern's prick was shoved down her throat and he began flooding his cum into her gullet. Then, trembling in every fiber, she held herself rigid to enjoy the floodings of both pricks.
I got you going, haven't I, she gloated, listening to them snorting and gasping for breath as their cocks flowed copiously down her throat and deeply into her snatch. Well, I can keep going all night. Every nerve was alive, a-tingle as she let them haul their cocks out of her and sit on the edge of the bed, chests heaving from their exertions.
Norma remained as she was on the bed, her ass up in the air, waiting for them to change ends. Just keep your hard-ons, she prayed, staring at the backs of their naked backs and the lean curves of their asses with just a pinch of their butt cracks visible.
Okay, she thought, watching them stand and change positions, climb back on the bed. Even while Vern was searching for her, she gobbled in Phil's tasty prick and began sucking him off.
That's it, she thought gratefully as Vern found her, set the hot, wet, sticky head of his cock. Shove it up my ass and cornhole me good.
"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee-Aaaarrrggghhh! she screamed dully as his prick was lanced to the balls into her heaving, seething bowels. Ooohhh, yes, cornhole me, you wonderful little fucking bastard.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
They hadn't said a word, but their expressions prompted a trapped feeling in Rhoda as she clutched the house coat about her. "Vern isn't home, you guys. And I was just going to bed," she said, swallowing against a choked feeling in her throat.
"We know," Yancy Ormand grinned, nudging his younger brother, Jack, in the ribs. The fourteen-year-old giggled and rubbed his crotch with both hands.
"Vern and Phil are out getting a little," Jack tittered, unbuttoning the waistband of his Levi's.
Rhoda scowled, shivered slightly as a chill of dread iced through her body. "You boys better go on home," she murmured, feeling naked in spite of the house coat and the ankle-length nightie under it.
"We'll tell our mother-unless," Yancy, the fifteen-year-old, said meaningfully. "Unless you...."
Rhoda bunched the lapels of the house coat at her throat, feeling stripped of pride and self-determination, knowing full well what the two leering youths wanted and demanded of her. What should or could she do?
It wasn't that she didn't want to. No. The very core of her pined for what the two kids carried between their legs. But there had been so much talk lately and editorials in the paper and news stories that the Shaffer Police Department was conducting intensive investigations about depravity in the community involving juveniles and adults.
Very plain, in spite of the language that flirted with situations involving incest and adults debauching young boys and young girls. How could she have been so damned stupid? It was bad enough, screwing her own son-but actually inducing and enticing outsiders to give it to her. Willingly going down on them and teaching them how to fuck and cornhole her!
That damned bastard-Orville Hagerman-next door was much responsible. And he better watch his step with Doris. But, hell, that little split-tail was headed for a life of whoredom. So, could she really blame the bachelor father?
But she was just as bad-or worse. Seducing her own kid!
"Go on home and knock off your foolishness," she said weakly, aware that her legs were trembling.
"And tell our ma," Jack giggled. "Tell her all about out here that time on the patio. And the day in your living room. All of us in that silly card game. All of us naked and screwing you and little Doris and how you kissed and sucked our peters."
"Okay, we'll go home-and do that," Yancy smirked. "Unless...."
Rhoda flinched as he reached quickly, hand as fast as a striking snake, and untied the belt of her house coat. "You rotten little turds," she muttered, a frigid sensation engulfing her.
Rhoda winced as one of the kids rubbed a hand over her mound, rasping the crinkly pubic hair, sending tingly shivers through her taut, flat belly. She backed through the back door, tried to pull the screen door shut, but the two boys followed too closely, actually crowding her into the house.
Damn! She believed they would tell. So where did that leave her? Did she have any choice but to comply with their demands? She brushed at the two hands that caressed her opulent titties. She turned away from their greedy pawing and was stopped short by a hand grasping the collar of the house coat.
"You guys," she protested in plaintive tones as the garment was tugged from her shoulders and down her arms. One of the kids looped an arm around her slender waist, holding her still in her tracks while he massaged the rubbery cushions of her enticing behind.
A warm thrill flushed through her. It did feel good, the hand rubbing her bottom, the silkiness of the nightie cozy against her goose pimply skin.
Almost blindly, she stumbled toward the bedroom where the covers were already turned down. It's inevitable, she thought, standing before the bed, staring at the opposite wall, listening to the rustling of clothing, knowing the two boys were undressing.
She tensed as the hem of the nightie was lifted and avid hands were running up the insides and outsides of her legs, over the voluptuous flare of her buttocks.
"Youuuuuu kids," she muttered, shivering with unbidden ecstasy as fingers pried into the tight, deep valley between the hillocks of her smooth, satiny ass.
Her fists clenched as the shoulder straps were slid down her stiff arms and the filmy garment fell around her bare feet in a soft whisper. "Ah-ah-ahhhhh," she sighed, tone choking and she swallowed hard as hands were all over her, rubbing her tummy, her thighs, her hot, hard titties, over the prominence of her hairy mound.
In spite of her revulsion at being mauled and manipulated, they were bringing her out, stroking lascivious fires deep in her womb. God! She could even smell herself, the warm-sweet fragrance of hot pussy. The cheeks of her ass pinched sharply and she hunched her front forward as her skin was seared when the kids pressed their hard, ready cocks against the hillocks of her bottom.
God, yes, she did want them-their vulgar young cocks. In her cunt; in her asshole; in her mouth. A finger probed into her moist, pink vulva and found her fluttering cuntal doorway. "Aaaaaggggghhhhh," she gurgled as her twat was penetrated, the finger hooking around inside her, the nail goading her to intense heat.
She looked down at her tits, glistening pink-golden in the flimsy light emanating from the bedside lamp. Lordy, her nipples were hard and taut and slick from passion. And it felt sooooo gooood, having the tips of her tits tweaked.
Her tendency was to beg the kids to suck her titties and get her down and fuck cocks into her. But she stood impassive, as if merely tolerating being raped by the daring little monsters. The loaves of her butt pinched snugly on the cock that was dry-fucking her hot crack.
Rhoda squealed, half in surprise, half in delight as her butt hole was punctured. She didn't know whether it was another finger, or the kid behind her had succeeded in fucking his cock into her rectum that smoldered and churned around the object spearing in and out of her anus.
"Eeeeeeasy," she whined as her feverish breasts were abused by cruel fingers and the fingers in her twin holes were doubling inside her. "Ouch," she whined. In spite of the keen pangs of pain, it was enthralling, being finger-fucked in the cunt and the ass.
She shuddered, fighting against climaxing cuntally and anally on the stabbing fingers. She squealed in surprise and disappointment when the fingers were yanked from her, uncorking her pussy and asshole. She was really starting to savor being fingered. With a soft yelp, she felt across the bed when she was shoved roughly, a hand across the golden, milky crowns of her ass.
Rhoda raised on an elbow and stared back at her two "assailants" and ogled their pair of prominent pricks that stood up bravely from their young crotches. She moved forward when they crawled onto the bed with her. She squawked sharply when she was spun onto her back.
She drew her knees up, arms folded around them, thighs crushed together in a gesture of defending her succulent cunt. But when Yancy, the oldest confronted her, she drew her arms away, let her legs slack open so her long, hairy, cuntal smile was exposed to his glittering eyes.
Rhoda spread her legs wide as he shuffled forward. She could feel the heat emanating from the head of his virile cock that was only inches from her puffy labia. Without taking her eyes from his intent face, she reached into her straddle and opened her lips wide, exposing the rosy inner folds of flesh and her pulsing hole.
Then he lay against her, the length of his prick lying snugly in her deep crease. She pushed against his belly, groping for his prick. "Rise up a little, Yancy," she murmured, getting control of his cock, pursing the hot, slick knob back and forth through her deep sex-slot. "That's it, Yancy," Rhoda purred, positioning the fat knob at her cove. "Push a little and put it up my cunt."
Her vision went out of focus as her insides focused on the jerky inward jutting of the boy's cock. She drew a deep breath, wiggling her curvy ass slightly, encouraging him to stab it to her, make her pussy smoke, make her pussy erupt in enchanting spasms of passion and depraved lust.
She took her hand away as he steadily drove cock deep into her twat, in sweet pleasure as the fantastically huge knob slid past her cervix, plunging toward her aching womb. Then Jack was straddling her and she lifted her face, trying to capture the head of his cock so she could suck off his thick, pearly jizz. But his cock was too far away, nestling between her feverish titties.
With a faint, slow smile, Rhoda pushed her tits against his hard shaft, smothering it. "Go ahead," she cooed, keeping her fanny active as she was being steadily fucked by the kid in her fuck-saddle, "go ahead," she repeated, "fuck off between my titties. Just do it like you were up in my snatch or were cornholing my ass."
The prick fucking her faster and faster really had her pussy smoking and she was rapidly approaching her own orgasm. Her neck ached from holding her head up, but she liked the sight of the cock-head plowing between her twin breast globes. It was oozing honey and it was all wet and sticky as it traveled back and forth between her boobies.
"Fuck me fast, Yancy," she pleaded, reaching her peak and blowing her gun around his plunging prick. "Up my snatch all the way and make your cum flow," she whined, consumed by obscene desire. "Shove it to me!" she wailed, bouncing and bounding her hot ass as his prick speared into her, hot balls plopping against her tendering, itching asshole.
Yancy groaned and he slammed it to her hard, his prick flooding her with thick wads of hot jizz.
He hesitated only a moment, prick burrowed all the way into her, then he resumed fucking her.
Rhoda sobbed with heavenly release as her snatch was gushed full of prime cum. She let her head flop back on the bed, feeling vibrations beginning in the delving prick she held trapped between her titties. She tried to lift her face to watch the beginning of his ejaculation, but hadn't the strength.
With a shrill yip that dwindled to a wavering, panting moan, Jack's prick blossomed and spewed jizz that splatted against her chin, over her face and throat. Great gobs of it splattered her closed eyes and she sniffed hungrily at the musky sweetness of male fuck-sap. Even while he was spurting jizz all over her face, she opened her mouth wide to trap whatever blobs of cum fell there and licked it from her hot lips.
Rhoda released her breasts as Jack shuffled upward and she put her hands behind her head to hold her face up as the kid pounded his prick down into her throat, fucking her in the mouth like crazy.
She gulped loudly, savoring the taste of cock and cum, at the same time shaking her ass, encouraging Yancy to keep popping the prick to her pussy and cumming in her again.
"I'm really fucking her cunt!" Yancy howled, wrapping his arms about her doubled legs, pounding cock into her in soggy-sounding thrusts. "You got her sucking you, Jack?" he grinned.
"I'm fucking her in the mouth, right," his younger brother panted. "She's taking all my prick right down her throat and licking me good."
Slowly, so as not to lose his prick, Rhoda let her head slack back onto the bed. The boy stayed with her, driving prick into her face in long, frantic strokes. She searched for him, caressed his flanks, ran her hands around to love the cheeks in his ass.
Acute sensations danced through her loins from the pounding her pussy was taking from Yancy's marvellous, massive hard-on. He was really giving it to her deep, the way he was holding onto her legs and rocking in her saddle, socking cock slickly in the hole between her thighs. The walls of her snatch were contracting delectably around pumping prick as Yancy poured it into her faster and faster, their bellies smacking from the perspiration of their joint passion.
Rhoda mumbled incoherently, feeling the convulsions starting in Jack's meaty staff, knowing he was on the verge of jizzing her in the mouth, hoping she would be able to swallow without choking when his fuck-fountain began spraying jizz.
She had no idea how long they lay atop her, draining their cocks in her mouth and her pussy. She peered at them glassily when she finally got off her and she lay there, panting for breath, her heart pounding. She kept her legs drawn up, knees agape, pussy quivering all the way to her womb.
"Some more, pretty soon?" she whined, feeling briefly like a wanton slut, but needing all the cock-fucking-cornholing they could give her. "Yes, you guys rest a little bit-but keep your pricks hard and ready, then screw me and up-my-asshole next time around."
They crawled up beside her and she reached lazily and seized their cocks in her hands. Slowly, she jacked them off, teazing the slick glans with the balls of her thumbs.
"Nice, big, handsome cocks," she crooned. "Gosh, you're hard; are you ready to do it to me again? Please?" she whimpered, eyes brimming with tears.
Then she had a liscentious thought. "Let's see, Jack you fucked my tits and my mouth, didn't you? Well, you lie on your back in the center of the bed."
And she got up so he could lie prone. Quickly, she straddled him, holding his cock up in readiness. She steeled herself for initial pain as she lodged the thick knob against her anus. "Yancy, get lip here in front of me so I can go down on you and suck you off. But wait 'til I get Jack's cock in me."
She reached to grasp the buns of her ass, pull them wide open to stretch her sphincter. "Uh-uh-uh-uhhhhh," she groaned, settling her bottom slowly, forcefully until the head of his cock overcame her resistance and popped into her back chute. She sobbed as knife-like pain slashed deeply into her bowels.
Then she brought her ass down determinedly and his cock tunneled far into her asshole. "Ooohhh, Jesus, your prick stretches me," she whimpered, gasping for breath as the pain slowly subsided, replaced by a wonderful sensation of scorching heat.
"I loooooove it," she sighed, leaning forward, opening her mouth, O'ing her lips to accept the monstrous prick Yancy offered her with both hands holding it at the base.
"Uuuuummmmm-yuuuuummmm," Rhoda gloated happily, gobbling his cock, nodding her head to indicate she wanted him to start punching his prick all the way into her gullet.
In minutes, she settled into a routine of fucking her butt up and down, top-riding Jack's prick in her ass while she rocked back and forth, fucking her face on Yancy's husky sex-column.
The muscles deep in her rectum contracted strongly around the cock she was spindling her butt with. God, how she loved the feel of the fat bulb with its thick flange and the foreskin wadded behind it. And the boy was getting the idea, hunching with his hips when she brought her punctured asshole down, driving his cock upward into her steaming orifice.
And Yancy was rapidly becoming an expert at fucking her in the mouth, holding her by the ears as he slam-banged his cock down her throat. Damn, but she liked the earthy odor of the human male and the scrumptious taste of solid, raw fuck-meat.
She had both boys whimpering now as she set their cocks to vibrating with her tongue and lips, asshole muscles. Her wanton lust soared to new heights and a sense of peace and contentment burgeoned in her brain.
Her butt hole erupted around the cock she was cornholing herself with and she sucked hard on Yancy's prick. Maybe this was an ideal situation; the kids' threatening to tell if she didn't come across to them. At least, she wouldn't have guilt feelings about seducing them.
All the cock she wanted-her own kid and Phil next door and the two Ormand brothers.
A delectable shudder rippled through her, flushing her with heat as Yancy began romping his cock very fast into her sucking mouth. She slammed her asshole down hard on Jack's prick as it began erupting. And she was getting lots and lots of lovely fuck-cum juice poured into her. Lordy, how her every fiber seemed to sing with pleasure as she had them sobbing as their pricks gushed jizz down her throat and into her starved bowels.
Keep jizz flowing, she prayed, sucking voraciously on the fabulous cock Yancy was slamming into her vacuuming mouth and Jack's cock seemed to be growing even larger up her torrid ass.
She held his balls in both hands, steadying his pulsating shaft. She lifted her lips from it long enough to yell happily, "Let's fuck and suck and cornhole me all night." Then she crashed her mouth back down on his tasty phallus. I love all this cock in me, she thought dreamily.
