Psychologists have long noted that man is a gregarious animal whose need for affection and approval is as real and basic as his need for food and shelter.
This social need is reflected many times over in our everyday lives. There is the teenaged boy who frequently smokes marijuana, though he dislikes it, because he fears being branded a "straight" by his friends. There is the suburban housewife who turns to an illicit affair because her husband, totally dedicated to his business, cannot or will not give her any affection.
This is the story of a fifteen-year-old girl, Kitty Wiley. A typical teenager who enjoys going out on dates, gossiping with girl friends and listening to the latest records, Kitty seeks to fill one big void in her life-the urgent need to experience sex in all its varied forms. In her overwhelming need to fill this void, however, Kitty ignores all the moral rules she has been taught and dares to venture onto forbidden ground-even into the worlds of incest and bestiality. And is Kitty to blame?
For Kitty, seeking affection becomes a way of life, her norm. And for how many other children like her?
Horny Cousins-a novel that poses a timely question for every American family.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
At the age of fifteen Katherine Wiley was the picture of innocence. She was a petite girl with long shining golden hair, huge blue eyes, and an unblemished creamy skin that was the envy of her girlfriends. Neat, well-mannered, a good student, Katherine impressed the small town of Riverdale as being the perfect daughter, and when other girls misbehaved, their parents would sigh, "Why can't you be more like that Wiley girl?" They would have been horrified if they'd been able to read her secret thoughts. She liked to be called "Kitty", because she thought it had a naughty ring to it, and she was sick of being considered a "nice" girl. She was sick of Riverdale and her old-fashioned parents. She was even sick of being a virgin, though virginity was very much in fashion with Riverdale girls. Kitty wanted to know all about life, and she wanted to know now.
On a hot July evening Kitty was trying very hard to learn about that most mysterious and exciting aspect of life, the opposite sex. Her date, a high school senior named Jim, was doing his best to teach her, although he didn't know too much about lovemaking himself. He would never have confessed this to Kitty, however. After taking her to a movie, he'd driven her in his father's car to a quiet dead-end street and had begun to kiss her with all the authority of an international playboy. Kitty responded eagerly-it wasn't very often that her parents allowed her to be alone with a boy, and she intended to take full advantage of the chance.
Jim was reasonably good-looking, if not too bright, and Kitty figured that because he was two years older than her, he must know everything. It thrilled her to think that at his age, Jim must surely know all about sex, and that he'd actually-well, as the wilder boys at school called it-"fucked". Kitty had heard that word bantered about a few times, but she didn't have a very clear idea of what it meant. It filled her with a vague dark sense of adventure and excitement. Certainly she felt excited when Jim started to kiss her.
He began with conventional kissing, a timid and clumsy rubbing of lips, which Kitty had experienced a few times, but before long he progressed to something more interesting. Holding Kitty tight against him, he stuck his tongue into her mouth and began to wriggle it around. Kitty was very impressed, and she imitated the gesture, inserting her little slick tongue into Jim's mouth and exploring the silky wet lining of his cheeks and palate, performing a sinuous dance on his tongue. She imagined that this was the way wicked people did it, and Kitty wanted very much to be wicked. Being good was a terrible bore.
"Oh, wow," muttered Jim, coming up for air. "I'm really getting excited."
"Me, too," sighed Kitty. It was true, though she didn't mean it exactly as Jim did. She was just generally excited, but to Jim it was a euphemism for "horny". He seized her again and pressed her to him, and as he kissed her, Kitty noticed that this time his hands didn't remain on her back. They began to wander, exploring more and more of her soft body, her shoulders, arms, waist, and then began inching upward toward her tits.
This made Kitty very excited indeed. She knew that only bad girls allowed boys to touch their tits-and she could hardly wait to be bad. She trembled hotly when Jim's sweaty nervous hands at last touched the soft but firm rounds of her budding tits. Jim trembled, too, and thrust his tongue almost into her throat. Kitty sighed contentedly. At last she was learning something about real life. There was not a bit of guilt in her mind, either, as she allowed the horny boy to paw her virginal tits, for she was convinced that grown-up rules about sex were a crock of shit.
Kitty had received all of her sex education from an older neighbor girl named Martha. The conservative Riverdale school board had voted not to allow sex education courses in the schools, and Kitty's parents had never said a word to her on the subject except that she should not let a boy touch her till she was married. So when Kitty began to be interested in boys and sex, she went to Martha to have her questions answered. Martha was in her twenties, not very pretty, and worked as a waitress. Having failed so far to find a husband, she still lived with her parents, but she was hardly without experience. Sipping beer and puffing on a Salem, Martha seemed the picture of worldly knowledge to her younger friend. She listened calmly when Kitty blushingly explained what she wanted to know, and she answered without hesitation.
"Listen, sweetie," Martha had said, "it's real simple. Don't let anybody kid you about that. All girls want is to get married, and all guys want is to ball. If you're smart, you work it so he gets his kicks and you get him. It's fun to ball, I sure can't deny that, but it's more important to get set for life, get a guy who can support you. Don't be like me-don't give it away for nothing. That's my problem. I like to do it too much."
But Kitty wasn't interested in marriage. She was going to be an independent woman, not hampered by domestic chores and dirty diapers. She just wanted to know about sex. "But how does it feel?" she persisted. "How do you do it?"
Martha laughed. "That's pretty simple, too. The guy just lies on you and puts his cock in you, and then you fuck. Sounds dumb, but it's fun. Believe me," she sighed, "it's fun...."
"And that's how you get babies?" said Kitty.
"Not if you're smart," Martha answered quickly. She went on to run down various ways of preventing babies, but Kitty finally interrupted her to press for more details about "balling", as Martha called it.
"What does a guy's thing-his cock-look like?"
Kitty demanded.
"You've never seen one?" said Martha. "Jeez. But with your parents, no, I guess you wouldn't have. Well, it's hard to describe. It's about the size of a hot dog, only uglier. You'll just have to see for yourself. Only, for chrissake, don't get knocked up. Have fun, kid, but don't get caught."
Kitty fully intended to follow Martha's advice. She went into the city one day on the pretext of shopping and visited a birth-control clinic where teenagers were helped with no questions asked. She obtained a supply of birth-control pills. She was ready, ready for anything, she felt-and now all she needed was a boy to teach her a few things. Ironically, that proved more difficult than getting the Pill. Her parents were absolutely paranoid about boys. They didn't even let her date till she was fifteen, and even then her potential dates had to undergo an investigation so intensive that you'd have thought they were applying for top security work in the government. She was allowed to go out with a few guys who sang in the church choir and were so innocent and repressed that they didn't even hold her hand. Finally she was given permission to date Jim, mainly because his father was a deacon in the church-and on their first date Kitty was discovering that her parents had made a big mistake. She was very glad of that.
"Oh, wow," Jim sighed again. His vocabulary was pretty limited, but that didn't bother Kitty. He knew what to do, and that was enough. His hands were tightening more confidently over her plump young tits, molding and squeezing them through her thin shirt, and she liked the feeling. It caused little bursts of excitement to race right from her aroused tits to that warm hidden place between her legs which worldly-wise Martha called her "pussy". Kitty wasn't well informed even about her own anatomy, but she felt her pussy getting very hot and moist as Jim played steadily with her tits. When she didn't resist, he grew bolder, and Kitty felt him slowly raising her shirt.
She hadn't worn a bra, and Jim was greeted with the sight of two apple-round tits sticking out pale and firm in the bright moonlight. Kitty's tits were a little more than average size, topped with lovely bright-pink nipples, and they were perfectly firm and saucily pointed. The boy felt his young cock going stiff and eager in the tight confinement of his jeans. He was really surprised about Kitty. He'd thought this date was going to be a bore. Kitty's parents were incredibly strict, the girl herself so prim and proper-but once he'd gotten her alone, he'd been pleasantly surprised. The innocent-looking girl seemed ready and eager for anything. When he raised her shirt and exposed her superb little boobs, she only grinned at him.
"Oh, wow," said Jim for the third, or maybe millionth, time. Impulsively he bent down and began kissing her hot round tits, and Kitty sighed happily. It felt nice, and even nicer when he stuck out his tongue and started running the hot wet tip over the taut sensitive flesh of her tits. He tickled and tongued the pretty pink nipples, and Kitty squeaked with surprise and pleasure. That felt incredibly good. Sharp little bursts of excitement raced from her tender nipples right down to her cunt, which contracted sharply with lust and spat out a hot burst of pussy-juice that wet the crotch of her panties. She tingled all over with her first really horny feelings.
Jim followed his blind sexual instincts, which were to explore and touch and taste every delicious inch of her body. He licked her pointy little tits all over and finally returned to her exquisite nipples, fastening his lips around them, drawing them slowly into his mouth and out again, one after the other. At last he concentrated on the left nipple, drew it into the wet heat of his mouth, and began sucking it. He didn't know what prompted him to do that, but it felt nice and it was very exciting to him. He'd touched a few tits before, but never had a girl allowed him to go this far. Hot excitement rushed over him as he thought that possibly, with some luck, he might get fucked tonight. This surprising little chick seemed ready for anything.
Kitty slumped back against the seat as Jim noisily sucked her nipple. The fantastic sensations continued, burning waves of pleasure racing from her nipple to her cunt, making her panties wet with her juices, making her tremble and sigh. Everything he did felt so good. She wanted it to go on all night.
She was expected home by ten-thirty, but in her excitement Kitty lost track of the time. She put her hands on Jim's strong shoulders and began to caress him, while he popped his hot mouth off her left nipple and began sucking the right one. Kitty was fascinated to see that the left nipple was taut and erect now, the right still soft-but as Jim began hotly sucking it, it also sprang up stiff and pointed. Her virgin cunt spat out another steamy river of cream, and Kitty found herself wriggling uncontrollably, her slim hips moving back and forth in a horny fucking motion. She'd heard the word "horny" before, but she didn't know really what it meant, didn't connect it with this hot impatient squirming. She only knew that she was having fun, that at last she was beginning to understand why people got so excited about sex.
"Let's lie down," said Jim breathlessly. "I mean, let's get more comfortable."
Kitty thought that was a good idea, and just to be more comfortable she also pulled her shirt off over her head before lying back. No sense in wrinkling her shirt, and besides, it kept sliding down and interfering with Jim's delicious sucking of her tits. Jim gawked as she got rid of the garment, but as she slid down onto the seat of the car, he followed eagerly. Wedging himself up close beside her, he began to caress her feverishly, running his hands up and down her ripe young body. Kitty liked that, and she didn't protest when at last he placed a sweaty eager hand on her knee and began moving it up under her skirt. She knew that "nice" girls didn't permit this, either. She'd heard other girls at school saying with great indignation that their dates had tried to feel under their skirts. Kitty decided that nice girls simply didn't have any fun.
Jim's hand moved slowly and cautiously-he'd been slapped for this particular maneuver more than once-but to his relief, Kitty made no move to stop him, didn't protest. She just lay there, sighing and trembling a little, and let him do it. Her skin was wonderfully soft and warm, and as Jim inched his hand slowly up her thighs the flesh grew even hotter. Kitty ached with anticipation. How would it feel when he touched her "there"? "There" was the place her mother had told her never to touch, because it was "evil" and "dirty". But that was silly. She had to touch it to wash it, and it wasn't dirty, because she kept herself very clean there. But that moist shadowy place was somehow connected with sex, and no doubt that was what made her mother uptight. Her mother was very uptight about sex, boys, and anything having to do with the body. Poor Mother....
Kitty's thoughts scattered as she felt Jim's hot sweaty hand approaching the moist crotch of her panties. He sighed deeply and then made a bold move, placing his palm directly on her cuntal mound. Through the thin material of her panties he could feel the springy texture of the hair, the moist heat of her cunt. Kitty still said nothing, and so he dared the ultimate, inching his finger under her skimpy panties and contacting the delicate moist fur of her cuntal bush.
Still no protest. Surely this chick was giving him permission to go all the way. Jim boldly seized the waistband of her panties and began tugging the garment down. To his delight, Kitty assisted by raising her cute little ass so he could slip her panties off. Clumsily he tugged them all the way down, over her feet, and dropped them on the floor of the car. His cock was very hard by now, weeping a steady stream of juice.
Shivering with horny excitement, he again placed his hand on her fluffy cuntal patch and began to play with it. It was the first time he'd ever been allowed to explore between a girl's legs, and he didn't know exactly what to do, so he began to experiment. Just kneading and pressing her furry little cuntal bush didn't seem to excite her, so he explored around with his fingers and finally discovered plump furry lips that parted. He wriggled a finger between them and touched a tiny wet shaft of flesh. He fingered it curiously, and as he did so, Kitty gasped with pleasure, and he felt a hot burst of wetness around his finger.
"Ohhhh," she sighed, "that feels good!"
Neither Jim nor Kitty knew that the tiny button of flesh was her clitoris and that it was the most sensitive spot on a woman's body. They knew only that touching it gave Kitty great pleasure. Jim went on rubbing the little bud, and Kitty squealed and her cunt creamed and she moved her hips helplessly in a horny fucking motion. She'd heard that sex was fun, but she'd never imagined this sharp keen pleasure. Her little cunt creamed furiously, scaldingly, onto Jim's busy hand, and she felt a red-hot impatience in her virgin pussy. Yet she didn't know what she was impatient for. She only knew that the longer Jim played with her clit, the hotter her body became, and more juice gushed from her funny little hole.
Along with her hot excitement came the urge to touch Jim, to explore his body. She ran her hands feverishly down his hard young frame till she encountered something surprising and mysterious. At the fly of his jeans there was a big hard bulge, something long and sausage-shaped. She rubbed it, and it seemed to move with a life of its own, twitching and squirming.
"What's this?" she asked innocently.
"That's my cock!" Jim laughed.
Kitty remembered Martha's little lecture on "balling". The cock was what went into a girl's pussy. She was delighted to have found it. She just hadn't expected it to be so big and hard. "Can I look at it?" she said eagerly.
Again Jim laughed with delight and disbelief. "Sure," he said. "Play with it if you want."
Kitty eagerly seized his zipper and began tugging it open. It seemed as if all her life she'd been curious about cocks-their size, shape, and general appearance. She remembered once, years ago, when friends were visiting her parentis and had brought their baby boy along. The woman was changing the baby's diapers, and Kitty, a naturally curious six-year-old, had hurried over to watch. At that time she hadn't even known there was a difference between girls and boys, but she quickly found out when she saw that this boy baby had a funny little finger of flesh between his legs. She was gawking at it when her mother came into the room, gasped, and dragged her away. Her mother took her to her room and spanked her very hard. Kitty didn't understand why she'd been spanked, and her mother only explained that she'd done something "very bad". Well, she wished her mother could see her now.
She finally got Jim's pants unzipped, and she reached eagerly inside for his cock. She found an enormous wiener-shaped organ that was very hot and hard and long. Jim shivered with pleasure as she eased his cock out of his jeans for a good inspection. Martha had been right-it was ugly. But not ugly in a putting-off way. Rather, it was ugly-funny. It stood up straight and stiff in Kitty's little hand, and the circumcised head was dark red in contrast to the pale shaft. Right at the tip there was a little dark slit, and from this opening pearly little bubbles of juice were coming.
Kitty began to pet and explore his stiff-standing cock, and she found the flesh very warm and silky, pleasant to touch. Jim more than enjoyed her eager petting-for a second he got so excited that he almost came. But he steeled himself to hold off. There was a good chance that he might get his first fuck tonight, and he didn't want to blow it. He distracted himself by exploring further between
Kitty's legs.
There was that funny little shaft of flesh which had grown stiff and wet from his rubbing. He moved on from there and encountered a confusing area of convoluted flesh, plump wet folds that felt steamy hot to his fingers. He began to poke around there, and suddenly his finger glided, as if on a natural path, into a very narrow juicy hole. It was so tiny that he could hardly get his finger into it, and as he gingerly inched his way upward, Kitty squealed and wriggled, and a steamy flood of cunt-juice soaked his hand.
"Ooooo!" she shrieked. "That feels nice!"
Jim realized belatedly that this must be her cunt, the place he'd be putting his cock-if he was lucky. He explored it with intensified interest, easing his finger inside as far as he could, finding the narrow passage wet and hot and silky. He could imagine how great it would feel to sink his achingly stiff prick into that deliciously clinging little hole. Kitty squirmed and whimpered and creamed furiously around his probing finger. In her excitement, she speeded up her hot rubbing of his erect cock, and again Jim almost shot his load. Christ, if he was going to fuck her, he'd better get on with it ... He was more than ready, and he figured Kitty was as ready as she'd ever be. He pushed her skirt up over her belly and gazed longingly for a moment at the sweet little golden puff of her cunt. Then he gasped, "Just a sec, let me get my pants off."
Kitty thought that was a good idea-she could see him better then-so she waited calmly while Jim shucked his clothes. He was wearing only jeans and a T'Shirt, so it didn't take long. As he removed his pants, Kitty stared with undisguised curiosity at his crotch. Besides his long stiff-standing cock, which she'd already seen, there was a fat sac of rosy flesh, lightly covered with dark hair, just below the root of his cock. She reached out to touch it, and Jim gasped and trembled. It was hot, very hot, and the silky flesh slid loosely over a hard inner core.
"What's this?" said Kitty.
"That's my balls!" gasped Jim. Damn it, it was fun having the chick play with him like that, but it was threatening to make him come, too. He didn't want to rush her or make her angry, so he held still for her eager exploration, but it was hard as hell not to shoot his load right in her pretty little face.
Kitty cupped and gently squeezed his hot nut bags, wondering what they were for. She eased her hand farther back between his legs and found a flat empty space where a girl's cunt-hole would be. Moving farther back she touched the bumpy little mouth of his asshole, which was just like hers. Mischievously she tickled him there, and Jim gasped loudly.
"Hey, baby," he said breathlessly, "I dig that, but you better stop. I don't wanta come yet."
Come? Kitty didn't know what it meant. She didn't want to show her ignorance, however, so she only nodded wisely and withdrew her hand. Jim took a deep breath, then slid his arms around her and gently pushed her down on her back. Kitty went willingly, anticipating more enjoyable play, and when Jim clumsily crawled on top of her, she remembered Martha's words: "The guy just lies on you and puts his cock in you, and then you fuck...." Kitty boiled with excitement. They were actually going to do it!
"Jim," she said eagerly, "are we going to fuck now?" She felt him start with surprise, felt the sweat breaking out on his body.
"Well, uh, yeah," he stammered, "if that's okay with you."
"Oh, yes!" Kitty said eagerly. "I'm just dying to find out what it's like."
Jim couldn't believe it. Kitty Wiley, the most prim and proper and carefully guarded girl in town, was actually asking him to fuck her. It blew his mind. He had a crazy urge to laugh, but an even stronger urge possessed him-and that was to jam his achingly stiff cock into her before she changed her mind. "Okay, Kitty," he said unsteadily, "we'll fuck. Just relax and let me get it in...."
Kitty understood that much. He had to work that big cock of his into her cunt. Patiently she held still and limp, spreading her legs wide for him, while Jim panted and sweated and clumsily tried to get his cock into position for his very first fuck. He couldn't find the hole, and he wriggled with impatience. The sensitive drooling head of his prick nosed and slid all around in her mushy hot cuntlips, but he couldn't seem to find the right place. At last, however, he felt the fat hot head of his cock sliding into the tight narrow mouth of her cunt, and she made a purring sound and slipped her arms around him. He was there, or almost. All he had to do was push.
Jim was just lifting his hips to prepare for a strong thrust into her cunt, when a flashlight shined suddenly into the car. The two teenagers yelped and leaped apart, and then someone was wrenching open the driver's door. Kitty looked up and saw her father's contorted face. He grabbed Jim and yanked him naked out of the car and began hitting him with the flashlight. Kitty leaped after them, seized her father around the waist, and pulled him away from the stunned boy. "Daddy, NO!" she screamed. "Stop! You'll kill him!"
"I'd like to!" hissed Homer Wiley. "God help me, I'd like to." He shook himself free of Kitty's arms and stood there with his back to her, his narrow shoulders heaving and shaking. "Get dressed," he said. "You're going home with me. Needless to say, you're never to speak to this boy again."
Kitty and Jim dressed quickly, casting each other mournful glances. It all figured: they'd been careless about the time, and Mr. Wiley had come looking for them at the popular local necking spot. But what a hell of a time to get interrupted! Just when they'd been about to fuck. Kitty vowed passionately to herself that she'd see Jim again, and that this time no one would stop them.
But her parents thwarted that plan. When they got home, Mr. Wiley marched her into the front room where her mother sat pale and tense. He said, "It was as we suspected, Agnes. I got there just in time."
"Oh, dear Lord," said Agnes Wiley, burying her face in her hands. "How could you, Katherine? How could you be so evil?"
"What's evil about making love?" Kitty said angrily. "Why are you two so uptight about it? You always call it 'dirty' and 'wicked', but it's the most wonderful thing in the world. It's a perfectly natural-"
Her father hit her hard across the face. "That's enough of that filthy talk!" he screamed. "I don't know where we've gone wrong, but you're hopelessly depraved, Katherine. You have no morality that I can detect."
"You're no daughter of mine," said Agnes stiffly. "I don't want a shameless slut in my house. I don't want to be disgraced in front of the whole town." She looked at her husband. "Homer, we must send her away. At least for the summer, we must send her where she can't get into trouble. I think she should go to my sister Dora."
"An excellent idea," said Homer.
"Oh, NO!" shrieked Kitty. "Not Aunt Dora!"
"Oh, yes," her father said. "It's the perfect place. I'm glad to see you don't like the idea, because that means it'll do you good. Dora will see that you attend church regularly, that you pray every day, and that you don't meet any boys. Your mother and I don't have the time, since we have to work at the store, but Dora will be with you twenty-four hours a day."
"I know," Kitty said dismally. It had been many years since she'd seen Aunt Dora, who lived far away on a West Coast farm, but she vividly remembered her fat, humorless, religious-fanatic aunt-not to mention her little brat of a son, Kent, who used to tease and bully Kitty unmercifully. She wished she could die and go to Hell-it had to be more pleasant than living with Aunt Dora. "Please, Mother-Daddy-please," she sobbed, "I'll do anything, but don't send me away."
"No arguments," said Homer Wiley, setting his thin face in a stubborn frown. "You go-and you go tomorrow. We won't have any whores in our house."
"Amen," said Agnes.
CHAPTER TWO
Getting off the plane in San Francisco, Kitty was tempted to make a break for it. So far she hadn't had a chance. Her father had put her on the plane, and Dora was to meet her. She didn't see Dora right away in the crowded waiting room, however, and if she was going to get away, this was her chance. But where would she go, and what would she do? How could a fifteen-year-old girl survive without money and friends in a strange part of the country?
Kitty hesitated-and was lost. She looked up and saw her Aunt Dora plowing toward her like a
Sherman tank. Dora hadn't changed at all. She was still huge. Nearly six feet tall and over two hundred pounds, she dwarfed everyone around her. People stopped to gawk at the overweight Amazon in overalls and plaid shirt who wore her jet-black hair piled in a gleaming bun that resembled a beehive covered with tar. Kitty wanted to die of embarrassment-and it became a more urgent wish when Dora spotted her.
"Oh, poor lost lamb!" Dora trilled in a piercing voice. "You have sinned! But I am here to help you find your way back to the Lord!"
She enveloped Kitty in a smothering embrace, then hauled her and her baggage out of the airport. They climbed into Dora's pickup (the back was full of crated squawking chickens which Dora had purchased in the city) and started for the remote farm where Kitty was to be a prisoner all summer.
"I'm so glad your dear parents decided to send you to me," cooed Dora. "God is the answer, and I can bring you to God."
Whoopee, thought Kitty.
The drive to the farm took three hours, and Kitty spent the whole time being miserable. Her summer was more than ruined. Not only would she be separated from Jim-from all boys, for that matter-but she'd be bored pissless. Dora had the radio tuned to some fundamentalist religious station, and during breaks she sang hymns in her ear-splitting voice. Kitty would have to listen to that for three months. All for making out with a boy. It seemed an incredibly cruel punishment.
She writhed with misery and impatience when she thought of Jim and the way he'd caressed and aroused her virginal body. It made her lonely little cunt juice and ache to think of him. But she was stuck, and all she could do was daydream till next fall when she could be back in male company again. Then, if it was the last thing she ever did, she was going to find out all about sex!
The farm was neat and tidy, a rather pretty place, and Dora's farmhand, Shep, was there to meet them. He was a rugged-faced gray-haired man of about forty, with strong teeth stained yellow from chewing tobacco. Kitty's first impression was that the dude wasn't too bright. He grinned and shuffled and nodded but didn't say very much as he hauled Kitty's bags into the house. "Nice to meetcha, ma'am," he drawled to her. Big deal.
Kitty followed listlessly after her aunt into the big farmhouse, where the smell of roasting chicken and baking bread greeted her. She wasn't hungry. She wanted to drop dead. She wanted to-
Kitty's gloomy thoughts were interrupted when the front door opened and a stunningly handsome boy walked in. He was tall, with a great tan, intelligent dark eyes, and long straight black hair. He was about sixteen, but was already developing a man's body, his shoulders broadening, his hips taut and narrow, his arms and legs Well muscled. Kitty had never seen such an attractive boy in her life. They sure didn't make them like that in Riverdale. She gawked at the boy, who stood there grinning at her, and her cunt seemed to melt. Oh, please, she thought, let him be a farmhand or something, let him live here....
"Katherine," said her Aunt Dora, "I don't think you remember my son Kent."
Cousin Kent? That obnoxious little brat who used to pull her hair and break her toys and rub dog shit on her bicycle seat? It was hard to believe. But Dora did have a son a year older than Kitty, and this had to be him. Kitty immediately forgot all her bad memories of Kent and gave him a huge smile. "Hi," she said. "You sure look different."
"So do you," said Kent. "I like the change."
In those few words Kent and Kitty expressed their strong interest in getting to know each other better-much better.
In the evening, after dinner, Kent asked his mother if he could take Kitty along while he fed the livestock.
"That's a lovely idea, Kent," said Dora in her fluty voice. "I want Kitty to learn all the farmwork so she can keep busy this summer. The Devil makes work for idle hands."
Kitty gave her aunt an innocent smile and hurried off with Kent. He strode out into the farmyard and started swilling the pigs.
"What do you do for fun around here?" said Kitty.
"Not much," Kent admitted. "The nearest town is thirty miles away, and our nearest neighbors are about a hundred and ten years old. I read, watch TV, swim in the pond, go to a movie when Mom lets me have the truck. That's about it, except for-" He stopped and blushed a little.
"Except for what?" Kitty demanded.
"Well, watching the animals," said Kent shyly.
"Big deal," said Kitty. "I bet that's a blast."
"You don't quite get what I mean," Kent grinned. "Come over to the barn and I'll show you."
Kitty followed him into the barn, and there were two enormous horses, a black stallion and a white mare. They were pacing nervously around each other.
"Just stand still and watch this," whispered
Kent.
Kitty did, and presently the stallion circled around behind the mare and mounted her. Kitty saw the horse's enormous cock, menacingly long and thick, just before it rammed deep into the quivering female. It was a quick, noisy, brutal fuck, but Kitty was totally overcome by it. She felt her own hot little cunt going wet with need, felt her body tremble just like the mare's. Glancing at Kent, she saw that the scene had had the same effect on him. He was red in the face-with lust, not embarrassment-and he was shivering a little.
"Wow," said Kitty.
"Yeah," said Kent. "Did you dig watching?" Kitty nodded vigorously.
"Good. We'll watch the other animals doing it, too. It happens a lot on the farm."
Kitty was distracted as she followed Kent around for the remainder of his chores. The scene with the horses had aroused all her budding lust, and she wanted desperately to be cradled in a boy's arms, loved, petted, touched. She thought of that interrupted scene with Jim, and she writhed with frustration. Why couldn't people be like animals, fucking whenever they felt like it, wherever they wanted? Why did people make all these silly rules about when and where to fuck, and who can fuck who? It was maddening. For instance, right now she wanted to walk over to Kent, unzip his jeans, and pull out his cock and play with it. It seemed a perfectly natural thing to do. Yet society forbade it, her conscience forbade it. Damn, damn....
"That's it," said Kent. "The animals are fed. Wanta take a walk around the farm?"
"Sure," said Kitty. Anything to be away from her nutty aunt.
It proved to be a very short walk. Kent merely led her out of sight of the farmhouse, into a little grove of trees, and then sat down. Kitty sat close beside him, wondering what was on his mind. "How did it feel to you, watching the horses?" he said.
"Strange," said Kitty. "Kinda hot. I don't know how to put it."
"Horny," said Kent, "that's how it made me feel."
"What does horny mean?" said Kitty. Kent grinned. "It means wanting to make out."
"Oh," Kitty laughed, "that's how it made me feel, too."
They looked at each other a moment longer, then fell toward each other. Kitty slipped gratefully into the hot crush of his arms, and they slumped down onto the grass, clumsily kissing each other. Finally they got it together, Kent's warm mouth fitting smoothly and hungrily over hers, Kitty thrusting her little pink tongue into his mouth, as Jim had taught her to do. She felt Kent trembling against her, growing very hot and sweaty, and she pressed her nubile little body firmly against him, showing him that anything he wanted was all right. She felt blissfully happy. The summer wasn't ruined after all. Unknown to her parents, she'd been removed from one "danger" only to find another. Cousin Kent! Who would have believed it?
Kent had never tongue-kissed before-he'd hardly kissed at all, because his mother said he was too young to date, and the only girls he ever saw were at school. He quickly got the hang of the new technique, though, and was soon thrusting his tongue deep into Kitty's steamy little mouth and throat. He, too, was blissfully happy. At sixteen he was as horny as the next boy, but he'd had no chance to do anything about it. It seemed as if he'd spent years, centuries, getting off in various unsatisfactory ways just to appease his lust temporarily-jerking off while he watched the animals fucking, jerking off while he read well-thumbed dirty books secretly circulated among the curious farm boys, jerking off in the john and the bushes and the privacy of his bed at night. That's all he ever did, just jerk off, and he was tired of it. Seeing his beautiful little cousin Kitty, finding her as horny and eager as he was, seemed like a gift from Heaven. Not that he believed all that religious crap his mother spouted. If God was up there and passing out favors, He surely wasn't going to give Kent a girl to fuck. He was definitely not that kind of God, according to Dora.
Anyhow, here he was, sixteen years old, and all he'd ever done in the way of sex was kiss two girls. He remembered both occasions vividly. Once a classmate named Nancy had contrived to meet him at the movies, and they'd held hands for four hours, till their palms were literally slithering in sweat. Outside the theater, Kent kissed her, and she slapped his face, burst into tears, and accused him of trying to "rape" her. The other time, during a recess at school, the class bad girl, Annie, had lured him into the bushes and kissed him; Kent thought it was really hot stuff till she used her tongue to thrust her huge wad of chewing gum into his mouth, roared with laughter, and fled.
He'd concluded that he'd be at least eighty before any girl let him go all the way. Girls seemed to have a prejudice against it. Except Kitty. Kitty was deliciously different. She was clinging to him ravenously, kissing him with real passion. He prayed she wasn't just a cockteaser like Annie. He was ready for the real thing, so damned ready....
At last they paused for breath, both flushed and trembling by now, and Kitty said, "Would you like to play with my tits?"
Kent thought he hadn't heard right, but on the off chance that he had, he nodded vigorously. Without a blush, Kitty unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. She was wearing a demure blue silk bra trimmed with lace, but Kent could see already that she had bigger than average tits. It seemed strange to see such plump full tits on such a small girl. He was very excited, having never seen naked tits before, and when Kitty began fumbling with the catch of her bra, he felt his young cock spring into hard and rampant life, straining in the confinement of his jeans.
"Here," he croaked, "let me do that."
Kitty smiled warmly at him, and with sweaty trembling hands Kent reached behind her and worked the hook catch of her bra. He felt the smooth warm skin of her bare back, and his hands shook even more. He began to wonder if he'd ever master the fucker, but at last he got the idea and managed to unhook it. The straps slipped down over her smooth tan shoulders, the cups fell away, and Kitty's perfectly round firm milky-white tits bounced out, the bright-pink nipples appearing to wink mischievously at him. Kent just gawked at her lovely pointed breasts. He couldn't believe his luck. At last he'd found a girl who didn't have a lot of silly notions about sex.
"Well, go ahead, Kent," she laughed. "Touch them. It's okay with me."
Kitty lay back in the grass, but her pert plump tits didn't flatten at all. They stuck straight up, topped with those cute strawberry-colored nipples, and when Kent slowly moved his trembling hands toward them, Kitty sighed with blissful anticipation. She heard Kent sigh, too, as he finally placed his shaking hands on the delicious firm mounds of her young tits. His hands were scalding hot and wet with nervous sweat, but she liked the sudden heat, the slippery caress, as the horny boy began to play with her tits.
Once he had touched her, he was bolder than Jim, running his big hands swiftly, hungrily over her quivering hot tits. He used his thumbs to rub and explore her pink nipples, and the sensation was just as she'd remembered; sharp blasts of arousal shot from her sensitive nipples right down to her hot virgin cunt. She felt a flood of steamy cream from her pussy that soaked the crotch of her panties, and she writhed in horny abandon. She'd been interrupted with Jim, but if she was lucky there'd be no interruption tonight. Her handsome cousin would show her exactly how it felt to fuck.
The same thing was on Kent's mind, and he was wondering just how far he could go. "Are you a virgin, Kitty?" he asked breathlessly as he played with her sweet firm tits.
"Yes," she sighed.
"Me, too," Kent gloomily admitted. "If there was anything I could do about it, I would, but grownups really make it hard...."
"I'm here to tell you," Kitty said indignantly. "Wait'll you hear what happened to me last week." Briefly she told him about the episode with Jim, how she'd come tantalizingly close to losing her virginity, only to have her father wreck things at the last moment.
"Shit," said Kent, "that's a bummer! That's barbaric!"
"Don't I know it," sighed Kitty. "'But maybe this summer I'll get lucky. Maybe you will, too, Kent."
The soft suggestion in her voice made him dizzy with horniness. She hadn't come right out and said she'd fuck him, but he had a happy feeling that it was possible. He didn't want to blow it, so he said nothing, only lay down beside her and began to kiss her big firm tits. As Jim had done before, Kent followed his natural instincts, which were not only to touch but to taste. He found himself running his tongue over the hot firm mounds, tasting the light salt of her horny sweat, circling her cute pink nipples with the tip of his tongue, till Kitty sighed and curled her fingers in his modishly long hair.
"Oh, I really like that," she cooed. "It feels great...."
Kent pressed his mouth to her right nipple and sucked it in. It was silky soft, and he liked the sensation of sucking on it like a greedy calf. Kitty seemed to enjoy it, too, for as he wetly tugged and sucked on the tender pink lump of flesh, she squealed and wriggled and sighed. What he didn't know was that his hot hungry sucking was arousing her virgin cunt, but Kitty knew it all too well. The faster he sucked, the more urgent became the vague ache in her untried cunt, the more heavily she creamed, till finally the crotch of her jeans was wet and steamy.
Kitty was too innocent to know what it all meant, to realize that her blossoming pussy was begging for a cock. She knew only that Kent's sucking was getting her very excited, making her want to cling closer to him, rub herself against him ... Her little soft nipple responded to his hot mouth, too, slowly going long and rigid and bumpy, becoming as stiff and erect as his aroused cock. Kent ran his hot slick tongue swiftly around the aroused nipple, and Kitty squealed with pleasure and felt another hot burst of cunt-juice seeping through her panties.
"Let me touch you," she said breathlessly.
"Touch me?" Kent said innocently. "Oh, sure. Go ahead."
He didn't know what she meant, but when her hot little hands sped to his fly, he got the idea fast. Kitty wasn't a city girl, she only came from a small town, but she sure knew a lot. Kent was surprised at how deftly she unzipped his jeans and drew out his achingly erect cock. He forgot his surprise the instant she touched him, however, for the pleasure was so great that he yelped with horny approval. Her hands ran quickly up and down his bloated hot cock, and then she curled her little fingers around the rock-hard shaft and began to pump it. Kent moaned and started to thrust himself back and forth in her hot embrace. It was a strange thing-he did exactly the same movements when he jerked off, but it felt so much better, so much more exciting, when Kitty pumped his cock.
Kitty was pretty impressed with her cousin's hard young prick. It was slightly longer and thicker than Jim's, and Kent wasn't circumcised, either. His cock ended in a cute pale wrinkled tip, in contrast to Jim's naked purple cockhead. Kitty placed her thumb and forefinger gently on the loose folded skin, rubbed it, and found that it could be slipped back to expose the dark-red swollen glans. Then he looked more like Jim-the fat head, the dark slit that oozed thick cream. As she eagerly worked back his foreskin, Kent went wild with pleasure, bucking and yelping and moaning.
"Oh, Christ," he cried, "that feels fantastic! Ahhh, yeah...."
* * *
It was Kent's helpless cries of pleasure that attracted Shep the farmhand, who was taking his usual after-dinner stroll around the farm. Shep was enjoying a Camel (Dora didn't allow smoking in the house), inhaling deeply, letting the nicotine jolt and dizzy him as he sauntered past the pig pen and barn. He slept in a little shack across the field, and he intended to go there now, get a little drunk on his hidden bottle of com whiskey, and maybe jerk off while thinking about big-titted women. He usually spent his evenings that way. It wasn't ideal, but it was good enough. Long ago he'd chosen a loner's life-herding sheep, working on remote farms-and he liked it much better than the hectic, crowded, dirty atmosphere of towns and cities. It would have been nice to have a woman in his shack, too, but you can't have everything....
Shep was musing on these things as he passed the little grove of trees and heard Kent's blissful yelps and groans. He stopped still and listened, just in time to hear the boy cry hoarsely, "Oh, Christ, that feels fantastic...."
Shep had been a professional hunter at one time, and he knew how to walk through dense underbrush in absolute silence. He employed his skill now to creep into the little grove and find out what was happening. He caught sight of the kids and crouched low in the bushes, hidden from them but preserving a good view through a gap in the leaves. He saw that sexy little blonde, Kitty, lying on the grass with her titties bare, naked to the waist. The kid, Kent, was lying beside her, yelping like a frantic calf, and she was pumping his cock in her little fist. Shep gawked, and only his innate caution kept him from swearing out loud.
He was pretty surprised. He didn't think those kids were old enough to know tricks like that. He could remember back to his own adolescence, when he seemed to be urgently horny every moment of the day, but he'd never found a girl to relieve his tension-and certainly not one as skilled and knowing as little Miss Kitty. He'd fucked a few sheep, he didn't mind admitting it, but he hadn't had a woman till he was nineteen and some older ranch hands had taken him to a whorehouse for a joke. Times certainly had changed.
As his initial surprise passed, Shep grinned happily and settled down to watch. He got a kick out of watching the kids, just as he liked to watch the animals fucking. His cock began to twitch with excitement, his balls began to swell ... He sure as hell wouldn't have minded trading places with Kent, the boss' son. That was one hot little girl, in spite of her tender age and angelically innocent-looking face. But she wouldn't want a grubby old farmer like Shep, he supposed. Yessir, you couldn't have everything-but this was plenty good enough. He watched Kitty's little hand flying faster and faster up and down Kent's pale straining young cock, and he grinned savagely. Hell, it was better than the boss-lady's color TV....
* * *
"Kent, touch me!" Kitty cried.
She kept pumping mis handsome young cock as fast as she could, for he seemed to like it, and she dug it, too. She liked the amazingly soft hard flesh, the throbbing heat of his thick cock in her palm. But her cunt was growing unbearably hot, demanding the friction of his touch.
While Kent gawked at her, not understanding just what she wanted, Kitty used her free hand to unzip her jeans and tug them down, exposing her skimpy blue bikini panties. Kent's eyes widened, then almost popped as she tugged down her panties, too. He'd never seen that part of a girl before. There was a cute little puff of fur at the base of her belly, the same golden color as her hair-but mainly he was curious to find out what lay behind and beneath that springy little forest. He didn't have long to wait. Impatient Kitty seized his big sweaty hand and thrust it between her thighs.
Kent's first impression was of scalding juices. His hand was instantly bathed and soaked with her gushing cunt-cream, and the slick wet tissues between her legs were feverishly hot and swollen. Then she let go of his hand, leaving him to explore for himself, and went back to her hungry play with his stiff creaming cock.
Kent began to feel around. He didn't recognize anything he touched. Girls were certainly different from boys. No cock, no balls, just a lot of wet folded flesh ... He couldn't make any sense of it till his finger slipped into a slick hot depression at the very center of her body. He pushed farther and felt his finger sliding into a narrow hole that was incredibly slick and hot and juicy. He was able to insert his finger all the way into this tight little velvety sheath, and as he slid it in, Kitty wailed with pleasure and pumped her slim hips. He felt the silky wet walls tightening around his finger, tugging and squeezing it, and her cunt-juice gushed around him, fiery hot and soaking in its abundance.
"Oh, yes," she panted, "yesss ... Keep doing that! Move your finger in and out...."
Kent obeyed, and Kitty seemed to go crazy with pleasure. He began to piece together the little sex education he'd had, mostly from other guys at school and from years of observing the farm animals. He understood that this squishy little hole was her cunt, and that what she dug was the cock-like movement of his finger, the swift hard in-and-out motion. Knowing this, he went at it gladly, wanting to give her as much pleasure as she was giving him. Her little hand was hot and sweaty as it pumped furiously up and down on his achingly hard cock. It felt great to him, and he could tell that she loved the swift stiff jerking of his finger in her red-hot little cunt.
Kitty more than loved it-she felt herself almost fainting with horny excitement. She knew this was how a cock must feel inside her, only bigger, and she could hardly wait to try the real thing. She loved the jerking, sawing, stuffing sensation of his stiff finger in her hungry little cunt, and she helplessly ground her creaming pussy around it, keeping perfect time with his probing. Her sweaty little fist pumped faster and faster on his handsome stiff cock, and he, too, pumped his hips helplessly, feeding his rigid meat in and out of her busy hand. She decided to stop in a moment and ask him to fuck her, but for now she wanted to enjoy their hand play a little longer. Neither Kent nor Kitty, in their young innocence, realized that they were hand-fucking each other very close to a climax.
Suddenly Kitty felt a very strange sensation which first frightened and then delighted her. With the hot friction of Kent's jerking finger in her boiling little cunt, her whole body suddenly seemed to melt and explode. She shrieked with dizzy pleasure and began jerking her hips furiously as the delicious convulsions of orgasm swept over her again and again. It was her very first come, and she didn't know what it was, except that it was unbelievably good, the deepest pleasure she'd ever known. She couldn't control her movements, and her hand tightened fiercely on Kent's wriggling hard cock, squeezing and milking it. Kent let out a yelp, and she felt some thick liquid splattering her face and arms. She glanced at his cock and saw that it was shooting a high arc of creamy stuff. Kent was flushed and convulsing, just like she was, and moaning loudly.
"What happened?" Kitty asked when their spasms had ended.
"We came," panted Kent. "At least I did. I think you did, too."
"'Came'?" said Kitty. "What's that?"
"Hard to explain," said the breathless boy. "It's just what happens when you fuck or jerk off. That's how it ends."
"WOW," said Kitty, "it was really great!" She started to tug down her jeans, which were still around her knees. "Listen, Kent, let's try the real thing. Let's fuck. I'm just dying to find out-"
They were interrupted by Dora's powerful voice, yelling from the farmhouse: "Kent! Kitty! It's bedtime!"
"Aw, shee-it!" said Kent. "We better get home. She'll come looking for us."
"Oh, damn," moaned Kitty. "Interrupted again! I HATE grownups!" But secretly she was not too displeased. There was always tomorrow, always a chance ... And she'd be alone with Kent all summer.
* * *
Shep waited till the kids left, then blissfully jacked off. He was real glad that Kitty had come to stay at the farm. He knew those horny kids wouldn't be able to keep their hands off each other, and when they got together again, he intended to be there, watching....
CHAPTER THREE
Under the dinner table, Kitty felt Kent's foot nudging hers. Just the act of rubbing sneakers drove her wild with lust for him. All day they'd been trying to get alone together, but Dora kept thwarting them, finding chores for Kent, teaching the farm routine to Kitty. By evening they were wild with impatience. Shep, who shared the family dinner, couldn't help smiling at the kids' obvious frustration. He knew the reason for it, even if Dora didn't. But he expected their ingenuity and lust would get them together sometime this evening, and he looked forward to watching.
But Dora thwarted everybody that day. After dinner she announced, "We've got to go into town for supplies. Kent and Shep, I'll need both of you. Kitty can stay here and do the dishes."
"Aw, Mom!" yelped Kent. He was going to lose his last chance to be alone with Kitty that day. "Do you think it's safe to leave Kitty alone? What if there's a coyote?"
Fat Dora chuckled good-naturedly. "Why, boy, there hasn't been a coyote around here in years. Of course she'll be safe. It's nice that you're concerned about your cousin, Kent, but don't worry. Now you go and warm up the truck."
Kent and Kitty exchanged a mournful glance. "Now, Kitty," Dora went on, "while you do the dishes, think about God. Think about the things I told you, ridding your soul of evil and all that."
"Yes, ma'am," said Kitty dismally. Her mind was so full of "evil"-particularly the deliciously naughty things she wanted to do to Kent-Hhat the task seemed hopeless. But you didn't say no to Dora.
When the others had gone, Kitty washed the dishes in record time, opened a Coke, and went to watch TV. A perfectly normal teenage girl, she knew a thousand things she'd rather do than work, and although TV wasn't first on her list, it would do. She began to watch a popular detective show, but one of the guest stars was a young man who looked so much like Kent that she soon found herself as horny and impatient as ever. Kitty watched the actor longingly, her cunt aching with need, and quite without realizing it, she began to caress herself.
She started with her firm plump tits, rubbing and cupping them just as Kent had done last night, sighing and squirming. Her hand traveled slowly down her body till it rested on the crotch of her jeans, and just by accident her fevered rubbing reached her sensitive clit. Kitty gasped with pleasure when she accidentally touched herself there. Even through the rough cloth of her jeans, it felt fantastic. Her cunt grew very hot, and a spurt of cream shot from her pussy to moisten the crotch of her panties. She'd never played with her cunt before, and she was delighted to discover how good it felt.
Her mother had told her once that some very sick people "do things to themselves", and that it drove them crazy, stunted their growth, or made them break out in ugly boils all over their body. Kitty somehow understood the act her mother was referring to, even though she'd never done it-and she also understood, with a child's unerring instinct for hypocrisy, that what her mother said was bullshit. Only now, however, did she understand what her mother had been so alarmed about. She knew that by rubbing her clit she wasn't going to stunt her growth or go crazy or any of that stuff. It felt GOOD. That's what bugged her poor repressed Mom.
Kitty smiled mischievously to herself and rubbed her clit a little harder. The stiff cloth of her jeans made delicious friction against the tender little bud, and again her cunt creamed hotly. Yes, it felt great ... Now, if only Kent were touching her there! But beggars can't be choosers.
Kitty did the best she could, rubbing firmly and steadily over her fleshy little clit, working herself gradually toward the dizzying release which Kent called "coming". She kept watching the television, and the boy who looked like Kent, but she found it increasingly hard to focus her eyes or to concentrate on the story. Sweet waves of pleasure swept through her body every time her busy hand rubbed over her moist little clitoris.
"Ohhh," sighed Kitty, "oh, Kent, yesss...."
What would he do if he were really here? For sure he wouldn't confine himself to rubbing her jeans. He'd reach inside her jeans, her panties, and touch the real thing-her cunt. Breathlessly Kitty unzipped her jeans and thrust her hand down into the moist springy curls of her pussy. She wriggled a stiff finger between the furry cuntlips and touched the red-hot juicy bump of her clit.
"Oooo!" she cried.
It felt a thousand times better when she made direct contact, when flesh touched flesh. She slouched on the sofa, spreading her legs wide, and began rubbing her hot little clit for all she was worth, squealing with pleasure....
Suddenly the front door opened.
Kitty screamed and leaped to her feet, her hand still sticky with her warm cunt-juices. Then she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was Kent and that he was alone. He grinned mischievously at her.
"Hi there!" he said.
"Kent, what are you doing back so soon?" said Kitty.
"I pulled an old grade school gimmick," he laughed. "Said I had a belly ache. Mom didn't want to let me go, but Shep said it was better than having me puke in the truck-so they let me off down the road, and I walked back."
He strolled over to the couch and plumped down beside Kitty, eyeing her hungrily. "Hey, what were you doing just then?" he said slyly. "I saw you through the window."
Kitty blushed but confessed, "Rubbing myself. I got so horny for you, I pretended it was you."
"Well, the real me is here now," said Kent, chuckling. "Accept no second-rate substitutes! But, wow, Kitty, you were really getting off on it, whatever you were doing. Show me."
Kitty felt at ease with Kent because he was a kid, too, not a grownup with crazy ideas and fucked-up morality. She tugged down her jeans and panties till she'd uncovered the pretty little golden puff of her cunt, and then she carefully separated the plump pussylips and uncovered the bright-red moist shaft of her tiny clit. Kent watched with fascination, deciding that even if girls were very different from boys, they were still pretty-even down there. The flesh of her girlish cunt was a healthy pink, plump and juicy. Kitty used her finger to indicate the tiny scarlet lump of her clit.
"I don't know what it is," she said, "but it feels really great when I rub it."
"Oh, yeah?" said Kent. "Let's see."
He stuck out his finger and applied the tip to her taut little clit, rubbing gently but steadily. Kitty moaned blissfully, and he saw a rush of moisture, a reddening of tissues, in the part of her cunt she had exposed. He went on rubbing the funny little hot bump, and Kitty moaned and squealed, and her little clit began to twitch and swell and stiffen, just like a cock.
Kitty's angelic face went pink with arousal, her big blue eyes fluttered, and she began to pant loudly. Kent really dug getting her excited like that. He wanted to drive her wild with horniness. An idea came to him, kinda crazy but exciting. Some of the older boys at school had mentioned
"giving head" and "eating pussy". Though he'd caught only vague details, he decided to try it. The older guys said it drove chicks wild.
"Hey, let's lie down," he said to Kitty. "And let me take off your jeans so I can touch you better."
"My panties, too," Kitty giggled.
She obediently flopped down on her back, making room for Kent, and the eager boy seized her jeans and tugged them off. He had a little more trouble with her skin-tight panties, but Kitty raised her cute little ass to help him, and at last he got them off. He felt very excited. Last night Kitty had let him feel between her legs, but he hadn't had a look at her cunt yet. It would be the very first time he'd seen that part of a woman-plus he had a big surprise for Kitty.
Kitty obligingly spread her legs for Kent, and he bellied down between them, his nose brushing the fine golden hairs of her cunt. She felt his hot moist breath on her naked little slit, and even that aroused her. She sighed and tried to control her horny wriggling. Soon Kent would play with her funny little button again, and it was going to feel so good....
Kent fully intended to play with her clit, but for the moment he was busy gawking at his first sight of cunt. It seemed very pretty to him, if confusing. Where his cock and balls would be, Kitty had a light fringe of golden hair surrounding a narrow slit of bright-pink flesh. He saw the plump curly lips of her cunt, the naked rim of her cunt-mouth, and, farther back, the light-brown wrinkled mouth of her asshole, the only part that matched his own equipment. He zeroed in on the strange territory, gently probing with his index finger, trying to find the all-important cunt-mouth. If he got her hot enough, if they had enough time, he'd be putting his cock in there ... At the very thought of it, his young prick went rigid and full in his jeans. He decided to hurry up and get her horny. He didn't want to be a virgin a minute longer than he had to.
His finger slipped suddenly into a tiny wet hole concealed by her swollen moist cuntlips. Kitty squealed with sharp pleasure as Kent's stiff finger slid up her cunt. Kent grinned and began pumping his finger in her tight slick sheath, and the girl wailed with delight. He was ready to spring his surprise now. As he continued to jerk his finger in and out of her creamy little cunt, he bent low over her, stuck out his tongue, and wriggled it between the furry lips of her pussy, seeking out that funny little nub of flesh which gave her so much pleasure. He soon contacted it with the tip of his tongue and immediately subjected it to a stiff tickling. It tasted salty and good, and it was silky to his touch.
Kent was pleased with himself. The older guys hadn't steered him wrong about this pussy-eating business. It made Kitty more excited than anything else he'd done to her. Her slim hips jerked wildly in time to his finger-fucking and clit-tonguing, a helpless fucking motion. She felt dizzying jolts of pleasure from her tiny clit each time Kent's stiff tongue-tip lashed or circled it.
Obeying her blind instincts, she threw her slim legs wide apart, one up over the back of the couch, the other over the edge, lewdly exposing her moist pink virgin cunt. Cream began to spurt in a steady stream from her tiny cunt-mouth, wetting Kent's busy finger. Her voice became husky with pleasure as she moaned helplessly. Kent's tongue raced faster and faster around the trembling shaft of her hot little clit, and she felt the tiny organ stiffening into fierce erection, just like Kent's cock did when he got horny. She was almost fainting with pleasure when Kent paused to catch his breath.
"You like that?" he panted.
"Fantastic," sighed Kitty. Her innocent little face was bright pink with lusty excitement, and her blue eyes glowed devilishly. "But I want to touch you, too, Kent. If you lie upside down...."
Kent got the idea immediately, grateful for Kitty's inventiveness. Neither of them knew that countless horny couples had "invented" this idea for at least a million years. They knew only that they could both have fun that way, and fun was all that counted.
Kent stood up and stripped off his clothes as fast as he could. Kitty got rid of her shirt and bra, but she didn't take her eyes off Kent's slim muscular body, focusing with special hunger on his cock. It was very stiff by now, standing straight up and hugging his belly, the shaft pale and swollen, blue veins standing out sharply against the white skin. His hard-on was so fierce that his foreskin had retreated to expose the dark-red bulbous glans, and from the little slit at the very head of his cock clear cream oozed. Kitty found it all very exciting, and she could hardly wait to touch it and play with it.
"Hurry, Kent, hurry," she said breathlessly.
The eager boy almost tripped over his scattered clothing in his race to get at her sweet little body. He hadn't seen her stark naked in the light before, and she looked delicious to him, her plump creamy tits standing up boldly, the strawberry-pink nipples stiff and taut. Her body was tiny, yet shaped like a woman's, with sharply nipped-in waist, swelling round hips, and nice legs. Even the golden fur of her cunt seemed to quiver with anticipation as he climbed onto the couch beside her.
Kent arranged himself opposite Kitty, his nose brushing her cute little cunt-muff, his stiff cock rubbing hungrily against her face. "How's that?" he panted.
"Super," Kitty sighed. "Do what you were doing before, Kent. Lick me."
"Sure," said Kent, "if you'll lick me."
"Lick your cock?" Kitty giggled.
"Why not?" he laughed. "It won't bite. It might spit, but it won't bite."
Kitty thought it over. She'd never heard of such a thing before, but it sounded like fun. She felt a strong urge to put her mouth on his rigid young cock, to taste his swelling meat. And if Kent licked her, it seemed only fair that she return the favor. "Okay," she said, "I'll do it."
"Right fuckin' on!" said Kent, jamming his face between her legs.
Kitty felt a sudden mind-blasting burst of pleasure as Kent's hot slippery tongue found her horny little clit. He lashed and licked and circled it with blinding speed, and she squealed delightedly. Steamy juice gushed from her greedy little cunt to soak his chin. She could easily have relaxed and been swept into orgasm in seconds, but she had a job to do. She'd promised to lick Kent's cock.
Shyly but eagerly she reached out and took the long stiff prick in her little hand. It throbbed and writhed in her curled fingers like a lively little animal, the dark slit of the glans bubbling out thick man-cream. Kitty gently tugged the stiff cock closer, then stuck out her little pink tongue and ran it teasingly up the rigid shaft, leaving a scalding wet line of saliva. Kent moaned and twitched. She began doing it faster, racing her stiff wet tongue-tip up and down his bloated cock, and he trembled and moaned. Kitty was proud of her work. Clearly Kent was getting a lot of pleasure from what she was doing. She was digging it, too. She liked the silky hard texture of his swollen cock-flesh, the way his stiff prick throbbed and jerked under her swift licking.
Growing bolder, Kitty ran her tongue from his dark pubic bush right up to the dark-red bulb of his cockhead. His dribbling cream met her tastebuds, and she found it strong and salty but good. She ran her little slick tongue all around the hot hard head of his cock, and Kent's body jerked violently as he reacted to the delicious licking on the most sensitive part of his young cock. She dug her tiny tongue-tip right into the slit of his glans, reaming out his cock-juice as fast as it appeared, swallowing it greedily. Kent twitched like crazy and made a horny gurgling sound, but still he managed to go on tonguing her stiff little clit, making her hot and wild with pleasure.
Kitty felt as if she couldn't get enough of this new game, this delicious play of tongues on cock and clit.' She wanted to learn about fucking, for sure, but it could wait. She wanted to go on licking and tasting her cousin's handsome young cock, to eat his cream as fast as it came. Her little pink tongue zipped around and around his fat purple cockhead. She wanted to lick and taste him everywhere at once, but she couldn't move fast enough.
Moaning, whimpering, she suddenly dipped her gleaming blonde head between his legs and slithered her slick hot tongue over his swollen nuts, right back to the bumpy brown mouth of his asshole. When she touched him there, swiftly and wetly circling the wrinkled anal mouth, Kent thought he would shoot his load. He just missed coming when she moved on, trailing her dripping tongue back again to tickle and wet his taut plump balls. She licked greedily, thoroughly, soaking every inch of his lightly furred nut sac, wriggling her tongue into every hot cranny, before moving back again to his writhing stiff cock. Though she had licked and tasted everywhere between his legs, she found herself still hotly eager and hungry for him. His tongue still played stiffly, wildly on her rigid little clit, and the pleasure was driving her wild. She didn't know where her horny urges would lead her next.
Dizzily she eyed Kent's stiff-standing cock as it trembled in her sweaty fingers. Thick white man-cream still dribbled from the slitted head, and she felt a hot rush of saliva in her mouth as she watched it. She thought of a way she could get all that delicious cock-cream. Impulsively she popped the fat purple head of Kent's hard prick into her mouth.
"Uhhh!" groaned Kent. "Oh, yeah, YEAH!"
Kent's cock seemed very thick to her, stretching her small mouth almost painfully, but she really liked taking it into her mouth. She felt the oozing cream dripping onto her tongue, tasted his salty juices. Gurgling crazily, she stuffed more of the stiff fat cock into her mouth, as much as she could, till the drooling fat head of his prick butted her throat and his furry nuts rubbed her chin.
Her mouth was fully stuffed with his thick throbbing cock, yet she wanted more. She drew in her cheeks sharply, raised her tongue till his red-hot dick was pressed against her palate, and Kent trembled and moaned. Instinctively she began to suck on his cock, shyly and clumsily at first, then with increasing speed and confidence. Kitty had never heard of cocksucking and probably would have giggled in disbelief and amusement if anyone had described it to her. She invented it all for herself, and her natural instincts told her just how to do it.
She sucked strongly, swiftly on his long hard prick, applying all the pressure she could with her greedy wet little mouth, and again Kent felt as if he'd shoot his load at any second. He didn't want to yet, however. He wanted to wait and fuck his cute little cousin. So he distracted himself by running his stiff tongue farther back between her legs, exploring with it and, at the same time, driving Kitty wild with new pleasures.
He licked and tongued deep into the steamy folds of her wet cuntlips, then farther back till his tongue sensed the pinpoint bumpy mouth of her asshole. He tongued it fiercely, wriggling the pointed tip of his tongue into the little clenched mouth, and was answered with a scalding burst of cunt-cream that drenched his chin and cheeks.
Even with her mouth full of cock, Kitty was whimpering and moaning as his red-hot tongue reamed and circled her asshole and cunt. She sucked harder and harder on his rigid cock as her excitement grew. Kent responded by snaking his soaked tongue back again, right to the tiny gushing mouth of her cunt. He knew how much she liked his finger in there, and he suspected she'd like his tongue even more. He felt hungry for her pussy-cream, and this was the source. Eagerly he stuffed his thick tongue into her hot virgin cunt, thrusting upward as far as he could.
Kitty moaned loudly and trembled violently as she felt Kent's tongue deliciously penetrating her hungry little cunt. It was the best thing she'd felt so far. She threw her legs as far apart as she could, wanting him deep in her cunt, and Kent managed to push in all the way to the root of his tongue. Kitty went wild with delight as he began to work his stiff tongue in a swift cock-like motion, in and out of her horny little cunt-hole.
She returned the favor by sucking his big stiff prick faster and harder than ever. Her mouth served as a cunt to his cock, and his tongue was like a hard-driving cock in her eager cunt. The two kids whimpered and writhed and mouthed each other fiercely. Without knowing it, they were about to bring each other off. But they were too lost in their horny little game to realize it....
* * *
As the truck bounced homeward over the bumpy country road, Shep could hardly sit still. He was impatient and horny, dying to get back to the farm. He'd known damn well that Kent's belly ache was faked, that the kid just wanted to be alone with his pretty little cousin. Shep didn't blame him a bit, but he was really pissed off at missing out on the action. He could have spent a delicious evening spying on the kids instead of lifting hundred-pound sacks of grain into the truck. But Dora had needed him, and Dora was the boss.
Shep glanced over at her as she expertly guided the truck over the dark rutted road. He'd never really thought of her as a female before, just as "The Boss", but in his frantic horniness he saw her as a woman for the first time. He noticed that her tits bounced heavily during the jerky ride, without the restraint of a bra. That figured. Dora dressed like a man, in plaid shirt and jeans and heavy boots, and her get-up didn't include anything fancy like lacy feminine underwear. It meant that her tits swung free-and they were big. Man, were they big! Shep wondered why he hadn't noticed them before. Size 44-D at the very least, and swinging and bouncing like tumbling watermelons.
Dora kept her eyes on the road, completely oblivious of Shep's lusty stare, but Shep was extremely conscious of her. She was a mighty big woman, taller than he was, fat as a pregnant elephant, but she turned him on. He knew the townspeople laughed at her gross fatness and religious fervor, at her weird clothes and hairdo, but Shep wasn't put off by any of it. He liked a little meat on his women, liked big hot cushiony jugs and bellies and thighs.
He wondered how the boss-lady would be in bed, and he grinned to himself. He'd sure like to try. She'd been a widow for as long as he'd known her, ten years and more, and she'd never shown any interest in men that he knew of. Dora was strictly business. If she wasn't at church or asleep, she was working on the farm. Yet she was a woman, she must have some need for a man....
Shep hungrily considered making a pass. Big Dora intimidated him, however, with her brisk manner and massive strength. Instead he waited for a sharp turn in the road, then contrived to "fall" against her. His arm brushed the enormous hot mound of her right tit, and he felt a dizzying wave of lust.
"Shep, you clumsy idiot, sit up!" Dora barked.
"I'm trying to drive!"
Shep straightened up fast. He was used to taking orders. Still he kept sneaking glances at Dora's mountainous swinging tits all the way home. Someday, if he got nervy enough, drunk enough, he'd sure as hell try for a feel of those enormous hot jugs....
"Shep, you asleep?" Dora rumbled. "We're here. I'll back the truck up to the barn. You go get the lantern."
"Yes, ma'am," Shep said, hopping out of the truck. Sighing, horny, he ambled over to the farmhouse to get the lantern. He happened to glance in the well-lighted front window, and what he saw made him snort with surprise. Those damned kids! They didn't have any sense at all! Leaving the curtains open and the lights on, they were sprawled naked on the couch right in front of the window, sucking each other off.
Shep gawked as he watched Kitty, her tiny mouth stretched almost to bursting, sucking hungrily on her cousin's rigidly swollen prick. She had the whole damned thing in her mouth, the little imp. And Kent's dark head was bobbing up and down like crazy between his pretty cousin's out-flung legs. Shep could see his pink tongue zipping in and out of the girl's juicy little cunt. As the dazed farmhand watched, the kids achieved a powerful mutual orgasm, writhing hotly against each other. Kitty's throat muscles worked overtime as she greedily swallowed every drop of Kent's squirting cum....
"Shep, what's the matter with you?" bellowed Dora from the truck. "Get that lantern-or do I have to get it myself?"
Shep jumped in alarm. If Dora came over by the window, she'd see the kids, and there'd be hell to pay. She'd spoil their fun-and his. "Be right there, ma'am!" he called.
As he approached the front door he walked noisily and cleared his'throat loudly. The kids sprang apart and gathered up their clothes and split from the room. Shep entered the house grinning, feeling that he'd done his good deed for the day. But he didn't always want to be the Good Samaritan. Someday, by God, he wanted to get a little for himself....
CHAPTER FOUR
Kitty tossed in her bed half the night, wild with frustration. Would there ever be a time when she and Kent could be alone together without being interrupted? Was she ever going to get adults off her back? It seemed as if the whole world was conspiring to keep her a virgin, and she wanted to scream with impatience. She felt a wild urge to sneak out of her bed and down the hall to Kent's room, but she couldn't satisfy it because he slept right next door to his mother-and those big ears of Dora's never missed a sound. And Dora could be around all the next day, assigning them chores, keeping them apart. Damn, damn....
But Kitty was wrong about the next day. She'd forgotten it was Sunday. Dora dragged her and Kent off to church, of course, but in the afternoon, leaving the kids to do the chores, Dora went back to town again to attend some kind of church meeting. Two hours of a boring sermon weren't enough for her-she had to give her whole Sunday up to it. Anyhow, it was the chance the kids had been waiting for. Dora couldn't possibly make it into town, attend the meeting, and be back in less than three hours, and in three hours Kent and Kitty could do just about anything they wanted....
"Now, Kent," boomed Dora as she started off for town, "I want all those animal pens cleaned out by the time I get back. You've put that chore off too long."
"Yes, ma'am," Kent said miserably. How the fuck was he going to do all that work and still get some time with Kitty?
"And Kitty," said Dora, wagging a finger at the girl, "I wants yeu to pick and shell enough peas for dinner, and when you finish with that, pick enough cherries so we can make a dozen jars of jam. No lolling around and watching the television today, young lady."
"Yes, ma'am," Kitty sighed. It seemed that Aunt Dora had the power to fuck up her day even when she wasn't present. Kitty could have murdered her.
Shep was watching the whole scene with barely contained amusement, and when Dora went off in the truck, he grinned as the unhappy kids started for their separate chores, sighing and looking longingly at each other. He knew exactly what was on their minds, poor little bastards-still cock and hot cunt, that's what. He didn't blame them a bit. Shep was a hard man, but he also had a soft heart. So what if he didn't get his Sunday afternoon off? So what if he missed a little fun? He was going to do these kids a good turn.
"Wal, now," he drawled, "I bet you two ain't very excited about them chores, are you? Bet you'd rather go swimmin'."
"I'm here to tell you," Kent sighed.
"Seems like we never have time for fun," said Kitty gloomily.
"Tell you what," said Shep. "I'll do them chores for you, and you two go off and have some fun. Maybe sometime you can do me a favor."
Kent grinned delightedly and clapped the rugged farmhand on the shoulder. Kitty squealed and threw her arms around Shep's neck and gave him a big wet kiss on his grizzled cheek. He felt her sweet hard little tits rubbing his chest, and he experienced a sharp pang of lust.
"Oh, Shep," she said, "you're a sweetheart."
Yeah, thought Shep, you should see what a sweetheart I am in bed, little girl ... But he quickly dismissed the notion. The girl was half in love with Kent, and Shep couldn't blame her. Kent was young, handsome, and just her age. She'd never even notice a hardened old veteran like Shep. He grinned and shrugged off her embrace, giving her a playful pat on her cute round little ass.
"Run along now, you two," he said gruffly. "I got work to do."
Holding hands, barely able to disguise their lust and excitement, Kent and Kitty headed off for the woods. Shep sighed. He wished he could follow and watch, but the shit would hit the fan if those chores weren't done by the time Dora got back. Damn the boss-lady, anyhow. Why couldn't she ever relax and have fun and give other people the same privilege? Shep wistfully considered what a happy farm it would be if she let the kids ball and if she came down off her high horse and had a little fun with Shep. He watched the kids disappear in the distance, sighed again, and then started off to clean the animal pens. It seemed just too hard to be raking out hog shit when he'd much rather be exploring his boss' big swinging tits....
* * *
Kent and Kitty didn't have to talk or discuss where they were going. Without a word-but with many sighs-they headed for that secluded spot in the woods where they'd first explored each other's bodies. By the time they crawled through the brush and found the hidden meadow, Kitty was trembling with anticipation and Kent had a massive hard-on that threatened to burst his tight jeans. By God, nobody was going to interrupt them this time! They were going to lose their virginity today, and nothing could stop them.
As soon as they reached the clearing they began feverishly stripping off their clothes. They gawked longingly at each other's naked bodies. Kitty was the most beautiful thing Kent had ever seen in his life, a tiny blonde Venus, perfectly shaped, young and fresh, her gleaming corn-colored hair hanging straight and heavy to her shoulders. He licked his lips at the sight of her round firm tits which so perfectly fitted his palms, at the pert strawberry nipples he loved to suck. His eyes darted down to her golden patch of cunt-fur, that sweet and funny little puff at the base of her belly, and he felt his eager young cock twitching impatiently in his jeans. Yeah, today was going to be the day, all right. No fooling around, no wasting time-he was just going to jump on that delicious little chick and fuck her for all he was worth.
Kitty's blue eyes gleamed hotly as she studied her handsome cousin's superb young body. Kent looked like a naked god to her with his broad shoulders, slim hips, and long muscular legs. His skin was beautifully bronzed, his raven-black hair blowing softly in the slight afternoon breeze, and she experienced a wave of lust for him that caused her hot young cunt to cream heavily. She could feel the blazing burst of juice from her cunt, feel it trickling down her legs, and she wondered if Kent noticed. It didn't matter. She felt not the slightest bit of shame standing before him naked, her cunt-juice trickling down her inner thighs. She just wanted him, that was all.
As he got out of his pants, she watched hungrily when his stiff young cock popped into view, taut and engorged and hugging his belly. Again, as last time, his hard-on was so fierce that the loose wrinkled foreskin had drawn back, completely uncovering the bright-red glans. A pearly droplet of cock-cream oozed from the dark slit of his prick-hole. Kitty trembled with longing. She wanted to seize his superb young cock and suck on it, taste it, as she'd done last time they were alone-but she knew they mustn't waste time.
That had always been their problem before-too much foreplay and fooling around, only to be interrupted before they got to the real thing. Well, today they were going to be smart. They were just going to fuck, Kitty was sure that her cousin felt the same way, and she knew with certainty that half an hour from now she wouldn't be a virgin any more. The knowledge excited her terribly, but it also frightened her a little. This was really it. She was actually going to be fucked....
"Well," Kent said a little nervously.
Now that the moment had come, he was filled with doubts. Would he really know how to do it? Would he do it right? Would she like it? Would she even let him do it, or had she just been teasing him all this time? His knees felt a little rubbery, and suddenly he felt too shy to approach her. He just stood there like an idiot, looking hungrily at his lovely little cousin. He wanted her terribly, but he couldn't seem to move.
"Well," said Kitty, equally nervous.
She wondered if it was going to hurt. She'd heard that it hurt a girl a lot the first time. Sure, it felt great when Kent put his finger or tongue into her cunt, but his cock was bigger than a finger or a tongue-a helluva lot bigger. Looking at it now, that enormous hard drooling sausage, she wondered how he could possibly fit it into her pussy. She wanted the experience, but she didn't want pain. She stood there uncertainly-then suddenly experienced a burst of annoyance with herself. Shit, she had to do it sometime, and she'd never get a better chance than this. All summer she'd been trying to get fucked, and now she was just standing there like a dummy. To hell with that. She was going to be brave.
"Kent," she said firmly, "fuck me. I want you to fuck me."
She laid down on the mossy ground, settling on her back and opening her legs. She tried to stifle her nervousness. If it hurt too much, she could always ask him to stop, couldn't she? She was going to stop being childish and silly. She looked at Kent and waited.
Well, thought Kent, here goes.
He tried to control the trembling of his legs as he walked over to his adorable little cousin and got down on the ground beside her. He didn't know what to do, where the hell to start. He remembered some of the dirty books he'd exchanged with his pals, and as far as his flustered brain could recall, the guy was supposed to lie on top of the girl and put his cock in her.
Sweating, red-faced, Kent got clumsily between Kitty's legs, kneeling close so that his knees brushed the soft warm flesh of her inner thighs. She obligingly opened her legs wider to give him more room, but she looked really scared. It hadn't occurred to Kent that she might be as scared as he was, and he quickly bent to give her a reassuring kiss.
Kitty trembled and wrapped her arms around him, drawing him down onto her delicious warm little body. He felt her taut plump tits rubbing his naked chest, felt his rigid cock slipping into the steamy crevice where her legs joined. All of a sudden he forgot his fright and became unbearably horny. He wanted to bury his rigid aching prick in that juicy little cunt he'd explored with his fingers and tongue. Christ, he wanted it more than anything in the world!
Kitty felt the long hard pole of her cousin's cock sliding between her legs, and she experienced a sharp burst of lust for him. Moaning, she arched her hot little body and began to rub her horny little clit against the hard shaft of his erect prick. Her cunt-juices began to gush out, wetting his engorged cock, and she didn't care any longer if it was going to hurt. She had to have it, that was all. She just had to.
"Oh, Kent," she moaned, "do it to me, do it to me...."
Kent was more than willing, but he still wasn't sure just how it was done. Firmly held in Kitty's passionate embrace, he could hardly move, but he managed to wriggle his slim hips around, to maneuver his achingly full cock, till at last he felt his creaming sensitive glans nosing into the slick little valley of her cunt-mouth. He seemed to be in the right place, headed in the right direction. Now all he had to do was push.
Kitty trembled with excitement. This was exactly as far as she'd gone with Jim in the car that night, just when her father had caught them. It had been like this, the hot bulbous head of his cock resting at the very mouth of her cunt, half an inch from real penetration. But this time the fun wouldn't end there. They would go farther-all the way. Her steamy cunt-juices bubbled out to encourage his advance, and she shook in his arms with horniness.
"Oh, hurry, Kent," she cried, "hurry! Push it in me!"
Kent trembled violently as he prepared to do as she asked. He drew back his hips, being careful not to dislodge his bloated red cockhead from the slick hot mouth of her heavily creaming cunt, and then he thrust forward breathlessly....
* * *
Shep looked down at himself disgustedly. He was covered with animal shit, all over his best
Sunday jeans, too. His boots were stinking and encrusted with it. Ordinarily he didn't mind this particular form of filth, because he'd worked on farms all his life and was used to it, but today it seems just too much. It was too much that he should be standing there in the hot sun shoveling shit, while those lucky kids were off in the woods fucking. It seemed as if the rest of the world had all the fun, while Shep went on working his ass off-and for what? Wasn't it time that he had some fun,too?
Impulsively the rugged farmhand threw down his pitchfork and marched off in the direction of the woods. He was a good experienced worker, and he could do all those chores in half the time it would take the kids. He could go watch them, get a few kicks for himself, and then hurry back and do the work before Dora got home. He just hoped he hadn't missed the show. The kids had a ten-minute start on him, and he might have missed all the good stuff already. He didn't even know where they'd gone, but he suspected they'd returned to the place where he'd watched them before. In their frantic lust, they weren't likely to be careful.
Shep slipped silently through the brush, glanced around, and then grinned. He hadn't missed the main show. It was funny that it'd taken them so long to get to it. If he'd been Kent, he would've been in that little girl's pants before she knew what was happening. Shep settled down to watch. Kitty was lying on her back, stark naked, her little legs opened wide for Kent to fuck her, but the dumb kid hadn't gotten in yet. He was red in the face and just sort of gawking down at his cock like something was wrong with it. Shep shook his head in amusement. There wasn't anything wrong with that long swollen meat. The kid was really well hung and had a hard-on any grown man would've envied. So why didn't he use the damned thing?
"Kent," he heard Kitty say, "what happened?"
"It slipped," Kent said, blushing deeply. He felt so stupid and clumsy, he wanted to disappear. "I guess it just slipped. I'll try again."
Shep watched as the boy clumsily fitted the bright-red head of his cock between the girl's legs. Suddenly he had to restrain a snort of laughter-that fuckin' kid was cherry! It had never occurred to Shep before that Kent might be a virgin, but it was obvious now. He didn't know how to fuck. Shep shook with silent amusement. Crap, in spite of his high school education, Kent didn't know the most basic and important things in life. He'd had plenty of chances with that horny little chick, and he hadn't even fucked her yet. You oughta give me a chance, boy, thought Shep. I sure wouldn't waste any time.
"Oh, Kent, do it," Kitty sighed desperately. "Can't you just get it in and do it? I'm dying to find out what it's like!"
Shep cocked an eyebrow. So the girl was cherry, too? This really ought to be fun to watch!
"I'm trying," Kent said miserably. "I'm trying."
For the third time he fitted the bloated red head of his prick snugly into the slick recess of her cunt-mouth. It seemed well lodged, and now all he had to do was push-and pray that he wouldn't skid off the track again. This time he didn't risk drawing back his hips for a big thrust. He just stayed right where he was and began gingerly pushing into her. This was going to work. He was going to make it. Oh, Christ, he was going to make it....
Steady, boy, Shep silently coached. Go slow, get it in. Get it all the way into that hot little cunt. You can do it, boy ... He felt almost as excited as Kent, and he leaned forward in his leafy hiding place to get the best possible view. In his loose overalls he felt his own cock rising in horny sympathy, stiffening and growing long and hard.
Without taking his eyes off the oblivious young lovers, he unzipped his pants and thrust his hand inside to clutch his hardening cock. His fingers curled smugly around it, and he began to pump it helplessly. He could well imagine what Kitty's virgin cunt felt like to the panting boy-tight, juicy, red hot. Right now he would have given his left nut to be pushing into a wet little cunt like that one, but his hand was going to have to do the job instead. He frigged himself lightly, steadily, not wanting to come just yet. He wanted to spin out his enjoyment of this scene. Two virgins losing it to each other-that was something you didn't see every day.
"Come on, boy," he whispered softly, "don't be so slow! Stick it in her! Give it to her!"
Even if Kent had heard Shep's whispered encouragement, he would not have taken his advice. He was too afraid of falling out again, and he knew Kitty was at the end of her patience. She was panting and wriggling helplessly beneath him, aching to have his cock inside her, and he didn't want to goof again. Clinging to her tightly, he pushed inward with torturous slowness, till even he was shaking with impatience.
"Hurry, Kent," she whined, thrusting her hot wet little cunt up to meet his cock. "Hurry, hurry ... I want it NOW!"
Maddeningly, he didn't hurry, and Kitty couldn't understand why. She'd thought he was as eager as she. She could feel the deliciously thick head of his cock, hot and hard, resting just at the mouth of her hungry little cunt-hole, but he moved so slowly that he seemed to be getting nowhere. Shit, by the time Dora came home, he might be halfway in. Kitty couldn't stand it any more. She suddenly clapped her hands onto Kent's rock-hard straining asscheeks and pushed down with all her strength, forcing his long cock into her virgin cunt.
"Oh, JESUS!" yelped Kent.
"OOOOO!" shrieked Kitty.
Both were taken by surprise with the sensations they experienced then. Kent felt his achingly horny prick suddenly swallowed into a wet tight sheath that was hotter than a furnace. His beautiful cousin's virgin cunt was deliciously snug, fiercely gripping, but at the same time red hot and slick and flooded. It was the greatest thing he'd ever felt, and he almost shot his load in the heart-pounding excitement of thrusting into a woman's body for the very first time. Sweet Jesus, it felt great ... He moaned loudly and pushed in without her help. He was in less than halfway now, but he wanted to be in all the way, to bury his achingly stiff cock completely in her delicious wet clinging cunt....
When she first pressed down impatiently on his taut ass and forced his slow cock into her body, Kitty had experienced a dizzying wave of pleasure. The fat long penetration felt good, so good ... Her cunt-cream flooded helplessly around his rigid cock, and her whole body seemed to melt with lust. These blissful feelings were soon replaced, however, by a sharp sensation of pain. Kent had come up against some barrier inside her, some fleshy obstacle, and it hurt like hell. Kitty could have wept with frustration. Just when she was having so much fun, it had to start hurting. Well, she'd been told that it would hurt the first time, and she wasn't going to let that stop her. She'd just fuck till it stopped hurting, dammit.
"Go on, Kent," she said breathlessly. "Keep doing it. Fuck me. Get in farther."
"I can't," Kent muttered.
"What do you mean, you can't?" Kitty cried desperately. "Why not?"
"That's as deep as it goes," said Kent, red-faced with the effort of trying to get his cock in deeper. "I came up against something."
Little Kitty knew damned well that her cunt was deeper than that. She knew that something was in the way, and then the realized what it was. Her friend Martha had told her about it, a fleshy barrier called the hymen. It had to be broken when a girl lost her virginity, and that was what hurt. Nevertheless it had to be done. They couldn't fuck with that damned thing in the way.
"That's not as deep as it goes, Kent," she said bravely. "You have to break through it. Push as hard as you can."
Kent figured she knew more about it than he did, so he took her word for it. After a deep breath, he pushed forward as hard as he could. Shep, watching eagerly from the bushes, whispered, "Right on, boy! Slam it in there! Pop that little bitch's cherry!" He caught Kent's excitement and wondered if the kid would prove himself a man today or not. If he couldn't shove through that cherry, he'd never be a man ... Shep fingered and pumped his fat cock with growing excitement as he watched Kent's straining naked
/' asscheeks.
"OOOO!" wailed Kitty. "OUCH!"
"UHHH!" Kent grunted.
He realized he was hurting her, but he couldn't stop the rough plunge of his cock against her taut cherry. It was too late, and he gasped with effort as he felt the hard sharp head of his prick slicing through the fleshy membrane which had preserved her virginity for fifteen years. Then he was through, sinking into incredible heat and wetness, moaning with the intense pleasure of it. He was in all the way, his eager young cock completely buried in her cunt, his fat young balls rubbing roughly against her wet pussylips. Shit, it felt great, and best of all, he wasn't a virgin any more.
Neither was Kitty, but her reaction wasn't quite as ecstatic as her cousin's. The breaking of her cherry had been the worst pain she'd ever felt in her life, and it was all she could do to hold back her tears. Kent's cock felt too big for her little tight cunt, much too long and thick and hard. With that rigid throbbing meat pushed all the way into her tiny pussy, she feared she would split or be torn. Still she was too stubborn to tell him to stop. She'd waited too long to find out what fucking was like, and, dammit, she was going to find out even if it killed her.
"Go ahead, Kent," she whispered, "do it. Keep doing it. Only not too hard, okay?"
To her horror, he didn't seem to hear her. Kent could think of only one thing now, getting his rocks off, and his instincts told him that the best way was to fuck her as hard and fast as he could. Even in his very first fuck, he knew the way that would give him most pleasure, the hard intense jabs of his hungry cock in her mushy tight little cunt.
Vaguely he heard Kitty's voice, but he mistook her cries for pleasure. He worked his hips and ass quickly, harshly, jabbing his drooling cock deep into her blazing cunt. He panted with excitement and moaned his pleasure loudly.
"Oh, yeah," he wailed, "YEAH! Christ, it's good! So fuckin' good...."
From the bushes, Shep caught the boy's pleasure and excitement, and he damn near came. He began pumping his cock harder, in time to the boy's eager strokes, and he couldn't restrain his whispering, though he kept it low enough so the kids wouldn't hear.
"That's it, boy," he whispered, leering at the fucking couple. "Fuck her, baby, do it to her! Fuck that little chick raw!" He was proud of Kent, glad to see the kid finally getting laid. He'd watched the boy grow up and had become like a father to him over the past ten years, so it seemed only right that he should be watching now. "Get her!" he rasped. "Sock it to her, boy. Hard, baby, hard!"
Now it was almost as if Shep's thoughts went straight to Kent. The panting sweating boy was fucking for all he was worth, slamming his rigid young cock into Kitty's defenseless cunt with dizzying speed and brutal force. She was so wet and his cock was so thick that their fucking took on a loud slurping noise, so loud that Shep could hear it. He grinned lewdly and frigged his cock even faster. "That's the way, boy," he whispered. "That's the way to fuck, you lucky little bastard."
Kitty lay there, stunned with the realization that Kent wasn't going to be gentle, that he was going to fuck her hard and fast in spite of her tears and protests. He was so excited that he didn't even hear her, so it was no use crying out. All she could do was endure it. As she lay and trembled beneath him, however, she felt her sensations slowly changing. The pain seemed to numb and go away, replaced by a keen burning pleasure as Kent's thick cock gave her plenty of sweet friction deep in her eager little cunt. It was beginning to feel good, damned good....
His thick hard cock was a helluva lot more fun than his tongue or finger. She discovered that once the pain was over, she really dug getting fucked. She relaxed, let her legs fall wider open, and presently she was creaming hotly all around his impaling cock and working her little hips homily in time to his eager jabs.
Shit, it was fun! Fucking was more fun than she'd ever dreamed. She was glad she'd had the courage to continue even when it hurt, because now she was getting a delicious reward. Her excitement mounted so rapidly that she got dizzy, almost senseless, and she began to cry out her pleasure without shame.
"Oh, Kent," she shrieked, "I love it, I just love it! It feels so great! Ball me, Kent, fuck me, give it to me ... Ahhh...."
That was too much for Shep. When the beautiful little blonde girl cried out for more, when she told Kent how good it felt, Shep's lust rocketed out of bonds, and he barely suppressed a yelp of pleasure when he felt his hot sticky jism jetting into his hand. He fell back into the fallen leaves, writhing and panting in his dizzying orgasm. Man, what a show it had been....
Kitty was so excited by now that she couldn't even form intelligible words. She shrieked, wailed, screamed and moaned her pleasure, working her hot creaming little cunt furiously around Kent's deep-digging cock. Then she felt a powerful orgasm overtaking her, and she yelled shrilly in her blinding pleasure. She heard Kent yelling, too, and something weird happened deep in her convulsing pussy. She felt Kent's cock suddenly contracting and twitching, felt a delicious bath of steamy fluid in her wildly nipping little cunt. She understood that he was coming, too, and she found that she loved the hot rush of jism in her receptive cunt.
Kent shuddered violently as he shot his load of cum into a woman for the first time. He felt kind of dumb yelling like that, but he just couldn't help it, it felt so good. Her cunt was going crazy, nipping and milking and pumping his cock, making him squirt load after load of sizzling jism deep into her belly. Jacking off was never like this. That was just kid stuff compared to this head-spinning pleasure. At last he finished coming, and he sank blissfully into her arms, exhausted and sweaty and extremely proud of himself.
"Wow!" said Kitty.
"You're telling me!" laughed Kent. "I wonder why we waited so long?"
"I don't know," she giggled, "but I do know what I want to do for the rest of the summer."
Kent snickered. "Yeah, if we can just get Shep to do the chores."
Fuck that, thought Shep. It'd been great fun watching the kids, and he'd come like a sonofabitch, but now that his excitement was over, he began to feel resentful. Why should they have all the fun, while he did their work? Why couldn't he get a little cunt for himself? They might think he was just an old man, too old to be interested in sex, but he was barely forty and still plenty interested. He zipped up and marched back to finish the chores, his mind set and determined. Even if he had to rape that little girl Kitty, he was going to have a woman of his own-and damned soon.
CHAPTER FIVE
Once Kitty and Kent had learned the excitement of actually "doing it", they were wild to try it again, but Dora's return from her church meeting prevented them getting together. All the long evening and most of the next day they kept looking at each other wistfully while fat Dora ranted on about the chores they must do and how they should turn their thoughts to God. God, indeed. All either of them could think of was the other's warm firm body.
Kitty thought she would go wild if Kent didn't touch her soon, and she suspected he felt the same way. But it was very difficult to escape her aunt's constant scrutiny. Kitty wished Dora would drop dead-or find herself a man to keep her busy. It was pretty funny to think of mountainous hymn-singing Aunt Dora with a man, but if that miracle ever happened, Kitty was sure it would keep Dora out of the kids' hair.
In the evening they all sat in the large and comfortable front room of the farmhouse watching TV. It was the only amusement after dark-the only one, that is, but sex, which Dora naturally wouldn't have approved of. Indeed, any time there was a hint of sex on the television screen, Dora would cluck and frown. "Hussy," she muttered at some flirtatious teenage actress. "She'll end up in Hell."
Shep maintained a poker face and continued chewing on a toothpick, but he couldn't resist glancing at Kitty out of the corner of his eye to see how she'd taken Dora's pronouncement. The girl looked flushed and defiant. No, Miss Kitty had no fear of Hell. She was just impatient to get her hot little cunt banged, that was all, and the boss-lady stood in her way. Shep chuckled softly to himself. He could well imagine how horny those kids were, and he wondered how they'd manage to find time alone together.
"Look at that!" said Dora, scandalized. "Why, that chippie has hardly any clothes on!"
"Aw, Mom," said Kent, unable to contain himself any longer, "it's just realism. In this scene she's going to bed, so they have to show her undressing."
"Not before a family audience," said Dora, lumbering to her feet and stalking over to switch channels on the TV. She flicked the dial around till she got a religious crusade of some sort, and everyone else moaned under his breath. As Dora sat back contentedly to watch the preaching and hymn singing, the others rose.
"Time for me to turn in," said Shep. "Good night, all." He liked TV, but not this boring crap. He'd rather be in bed with a stiff belt of booze and an old girlie magazine.
"I'm tired, too," said Kitty. "Good night, Aunt Dora."
"Good night, Mom," said Kent.
Without taking her eyes off the screen, Dora said sternly, "Now, you two children have a glass of warm milk before you go upstairs. It'll make you strong and help you sleep better."
Kent and Kitty made horrible faces at each other. They hated the nightly warm milk that Dora forced on them. But there was no arguing with the big woman. Dutifully and miserably they strolled into the kitchen, and Kitty set some milk to heat. While it warmed, they furtively caressed each other, keeping a lookout lest Dora should turn their way and see them through the open door. They found that the brief kisses and caresses only made them horny, however, and did nothing to satisfy their pent-up lust for each other. They drank their milk quickly, grimacing, and then started for their separate beds. But as they passed through the front room they got a pleasant surprise.
Dora had fallen asleep in front of the television set. Slumped down on her back, her mountainous tits rising and falling heavily under her mannish plaid shirt, the big woman was snoring blissfully. Kitty and Kent exchanged delighted looks. Then Kent reached for Kitty's hand and led her outdoors.
"We can't risk doing anything in the house," he whispered. "She might hear. But as long as there's no noise, she'll just snore away."
"Where can we go?" Kitty asked eagerly.
"The barn," said Kent. "It won't be too cold, and there's all that hay to lie in."
"Far out," sighed Kitty, squeezing his hand. The eager young couple ran in the direction of the dimly lighted barn.
Shep had been standing in the shadows on the other side of the porch, lighting the Camel he'd been hungering for all evening. When he heard the kids' conversation, he grinned lasciviously. He wouldn't have to spend the evening alone in bed after all. He was going to get a show much better than anything on TV. He waited until Kent and Kitty had disappeared into the barn, then followed in his practiced cat-like walk, making not a sound. Through a crack in the wall he watched the boy and girl climb into the hay loft. That was okay-he knew where he could get an excellent view of that place. He went around the side of the barn, climbed a ladder, and crawled onto the roof. There was another crack there, just wide enough to afford him an excellent look at the loft which Kitty and Kent were just climbing into. Shep took a deep drag on his cigarette and settled down on his belly to watch. He had to suppress a chuckle of delight when the kids instantly grabbed each other and began embracing passionately, too eager to take off their clothes. Poor little fuckers, they'd had to wait more than twenty-four hours for this. He well remembered the urgent horniness of adolescence.
"Oh, Kent, I've missed you so much," Kitty said breathlessly, squeezing his hard young body against her. She felt like she couldn't get close enough to him, couldn't get enough of him.
"Well, I sure as hell missed you," sighed Kent, pawing her lovely round tits through her cotton shirt. "It got so bad, I had to jack off in the John last night."
Kitty giggled. "Really? How do you jack off? What does that mean?"
Kent flushed a little. He was ashamed of that childish practice. "Aw, it just means bringing yourself off. Making yourself come."
Kitty thought this might be a very convenient thing to know about. What if you couldn't find a boy and were very horny? It would be great to know how to satisfy yourself. "Yes," she said, "but how do you do it? Please tell me, Kent. I want to know."
Kent turned redder but tried to explain. "Well, you just pump your cock till you come, that's all. You do it with your hand."
Kitty frowned. "Well, that wouldn't do me any good, because I don't have a cock. I wonder if girls can do it? And how would they do it?"
"Shit, I don't know," said Kent. "I'm not a girl."
Kitty wished her friend Martha was there to tell her all about this new erotic phenomenon. She was sure there must be a way for girls to "jack off", but she couldn't figure it out by herself. Anyhow, it wasn't necessary just then. She had a real live boy, a very handsome and sexy one, to do the job for her.
"Quick, Kent," she said excitedly, "let's take off our clothes and ball."
Kent laughed delightedly. He still couldn't believe his luck with his beautiful blonde cousin. It seemed like all his life he'd been hungering for sex and girls, and suddenly he had it all. Kitty seemed to have no "hangups, no modesty, no inhibitions. She was like a sexual fantasy-ready, willing, and eager. "Right on," he said happily, "but let's undress each other for a change."
"Okay," Kitty giggled, "if I get to start."
Kent grinned at her and waited, and Kitty eagerly moved to him and began removing his clothes. In her eagerness to get to his cock, she was rough and clumsy, popping a button from his shirt, jerking off his sneakers. Her little hands trembled with anticipation when she got to the zipper of his jeans. She began to tug at it impatiently.
"Hey, take it easy," Kent laughed. "If you get my cock caught in the zipper, he won't be able to fuck."
"Sorry," said Kitty contritely. She worked the zipper more slowly and carefully, and was quickly rewarded with a glimpse of his pale cock. Trembling, she slipped his pants down over his slim hard hips, revealing the long pale line of his young cock and the rosy soft bag of his lightly furred balls. She could hardly wait to touch them. She tugged his jeans down over his muscular thighs, his ankles, his feet, and tossed them aside. She gazed adoringly at his milk-white prick-but there seemed to be something different about it this time. "Kent," she said wonderingly, "how come your cock doesn't look the same? I mean, it looks smaller, and it's not standing up."
"It's not hard yet," said Kent. "It only gets hard for fucking. Most of the time it looks like this. But don't worry-if you play with it, it'll get hard plenty fast."
Kitty eagerly reached out to touch the soft doughy "worm of his limp prick. It felt very silky and snuggly in her palm, and she enjoyed petting it, but she could see what he meant-he could never fuck her when his prick was soft and tiny like that. She also couldn't understand how it got hard, but it didn't take her long to find out. As she pumped and squeezed and petted the drowsy little worm, it began to twitch in her hand with a life of its own, stretching out in her palm, growing miraculously long and fat. She could hear Kent's quick excited breathing as this process took place, but she didn't look at him-she was too absorbed in the transformation of his cock. It seemed to grow to three times its length and twice its width, and the doughy feeling went away, replaced by stiff hardness and tautly drawn pale skin. The wrinkled foreskin at the head of his prick slowly drew back, uncovering the red bulb of his cockhead. Finally the process was complete, and his rampantly erect young cock slowly rose right out of her hand to hug his belly.
"Wow," said Kitty, staring at his stiff-standing prick. "That was really something. What's it called when that happens?"
"A lot of things," Kent beamed. He was really proud of that erection. "It's called a hard-on, a cock-stand, an erection. It means you're horny and ready to fuck."
Kitty petted his engorged stiff prick admiringly, and as she did so, a little clear droplet of juice bubbled from the dark-slitted mouth. She caught it with her finger and rubbed it all over the hot slick head of his cock, making him shiver hornily. Then her eye caught something else.
"Hey," she said, "your balls got bigger, too."
"Yeah," said Kent. "They're full of cum, I guess."
Kitty ran her hand down the hot smooth rigid shaft of his cock till she trailed her fingers through his springy black pubic bush and touched the warm trembling flesh of his rosy nut sac. It had a light coating of fur, but not enough to conceal the lines and ridges of those strange round organs. When she touched his balls, Kent trembled again.
"Does it feel good when I touch you there?" Kitty asked.
"Yeah," breathed Kent, "but never do it too hard. A guy is really sensitive there."
"Oh, that must be where that expression comes from," Kitty said brightly. "Something about a kick in the balls."
"Ouch," said Kent, "don't even mention it. Anyhow, it's my turn to undress you."
Kitty would have liked to go on asking questions about this mysterious male body and to go on playing with his cock and balls, but she took her hands away and waited patiently while Kent fumbled with her unfamiliar feminine clothing. Girls' shirts button backward from boys' shirts, so it took him a while to get that garment off. Then he began to try to unhook her bra. Damn that thing. Kitty didn't like wearing it. It was uncomfortable, and she didn't really need it-her pert young tits stood up all by themselves. But Aunt Dora had insisted on it. Kitty remembered the first time she'd walked into the kitchen with her tits bouncing loosely under a T-shirt, and how Dora's plump face had turned beet red. "Young lady," she'd said, "you go right back up to your room and put on a brassiere."
"But, Aunt Dora," the girl had said, eying her aunt's mountainous loose tits that seemed to fill her shirt," You don't wear a bra."
"I'm too old for any man to notice," Dora replied crisply, "but you're not. You'll arouse the Devil in men if you let your breasts swing loose like that. Now, do as I say."
It was damned unfair. If Dora didn't wear a bra, why should Kitty be tortured? She writhed impatiently as Kent's sweaty fingers struggled with the tight hook of her blue silk bra. At last he had the thing loose, and she gave a sigh of relief as the strong elastic band slipped away. Her lovely round tits jiggled into their natural shape-rounder and prettier than any bra could make them. Kent had to stop and play with them, eager as he was to get to her cunt. They were almost the size of small cantaloupes, rather big for a girl Kitty's age, and they were creamy-white with a faint pattern of tiny blue veins. The bright-pink nipples contrasted deliciously with the pale flesh. Kent cupped and gently squeezed his cousin's lovely full tits, rubbing the pretty pink nipples with his thumbs. Kitty sighed happily, and he watched in awe as her tits seemed to tighten and plump up under his massage, the soft strawberry-colored nipples going taut and bumpy.
"Gee, that's weird," he said. "It's like your tits get a hard-on. They got bigger and stiffer."
"Umm-hmm," replied Kitty blissfully. "It feels great when you touch them. Makes me horny."
Kent now reached for the zipper of her jeans and found that this, too, was backward from a boy's clothes. He got a further surprise when he started tugging her jeans down over her sweet round hips-she wasn't wearing any underpants. This was Kitty's secret way of defying her puritanical Aunt Dora-if she was forced to wear a bra, then she'd go without panties, a rebellion Dora couldn't detect. Kent knew nothing of this secret war with Dora, however. He was only surprised and delighted to glimpse the cute little golden puff of her cunt. He quickly tugged her jeans all the way off, tossed them aside, and laid his hand on the moist springy curls at the base of her belly. The fur patch felt warm, almost alive, and when he pressed down on it, he felt plump hot cunt-flesh beneath.
Kitty sighed and opened her legs a little for him to explore. She sat before him, her shapely little legs out-flung, and smiled shamelessly as his big sweating hand pried open the golden-furred lips of her cunt and discovered the tiny bright-red lump of her clit. She still didn't know the name of that funny little organ, but she sure as hell knew what it could do for her. It was a joy-buzzer, the most erotically sensitive place in her whole body, the button to press when she wanted sharp pleasure. Kent pressed it now-delicately, with the tip of his finger-and Kitty's eyes fluttered and her pretty little face flushed as she felt a stinging flash of pleasure all through her pelvis.
Kent noticed something else, too. When he pressed and rubbed that cute little red button of flesh, her tiny cunt spat out a flood of creamy hot juice. He tried it a few more times to make sure, and it happened each time. "Hey," he laughed, "I know how to tell when you're horny."
"How, Mr. Know-It-All?" Kitty grinned.
"Juice comes out of your cunt," said Kent. "Can't you feel it?"
"Yes," Kitty admitted. "And my whole tummy feels strange, like it was melting. Oh, Kent, this playing around is fun, but I really can't wait any longer. Let's fuck. I want to fuck so badly, I could scream."
Kent stared at her in wonder and delight. Could this really be happening to him? An awkward farmboy who'd never had any success with girls before, it just seemed impossible that this beautiful little chick should be begging him to fuck her. And yet it was true. He studied his lovely blonde cousin-her flushed face, her hot glance, the steady trickle of cream from her recently deflowered cunt-and there was no mistaking the fact that she was horny. Horny for him. Kent felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
He lunged for her, knocking her down into the springy hay, and Kitty squealed happily, opened her legs as wide as she could, and held out her arms to him. Kent caught a brief glimpse of her sweet scarlet cunt-slit and its moist plump tissues, but he was too impatient to sit there and explore. His cock was achingly full, he was dying to shove it into that scalding wet nest between her legs, dying to shoot the heavy load of jism that stretched and weighed down his balls.
He fell onto her, flattening her perky little tits beneath his chest, and he wriggled his slim hips between the softness of her thighs. He began panting and poking around with the hard naked head of his cock, trying to find the snug hole of her cunt. Kitty was panting, too, and she assisted him by wriggling and thrusting her hot little cunt all around his cock, trying to impale herself on that rigid pole. The kids were clumsy and inexperienced, however, and couldn't seem to make contact. Finally, her patience gone, Kitty reached down, seized her cousin's rigid cock, and shoved it into her cunt. The result was immediate and full penetration which made both of them gasp with pleasure.
"Oh, Jesus," Kent whined as he felt his hungry cock swallowed up in her clinging wet cunt, "that's so good, so fuckin' good...."
"Oooo!" wailed Kitty, grinding her famished young pussy around the delicious pole of his hard young cock. "I love it, Kent, I just love it! Fuck me, fuck me hard ... FUCK me!"
* * *
Six feet above them on the barn roof, Shep sighed deeply. For a while he'd thought he'd have to go down there and put Kent's cock in for him. The kids were eager enough, but they hadn't got the hang of it yet. Shep had never heard or seen such ignorance and innocence. He'd been highly amused at their exploration of each other's bodies and at Kitty's naive questions about Kent's cock and balls. Well, they were going to learn fast, those two. They wouldn't be ignorant for long, not at the rate they were going. Once Kent was in, they started fucking each other like crazy, squealing and panting and jerking their hips as fast as they could.
Shep watched, but without his usual excitement. It was kind of a turn-on, yes, but this peeping business was losing its appeal for him. He wasn't content to watch any more-he wanted some action for himself. Wistfully he eyed Kitty's lovely naked body, just budding into womanhood, and reminded himself that the girl would never want a grizzled middle-aged man like himself. But if he couldn't have Kitty, what would he do? He'd tried to score in town, but all he found were a bunch of prissy housewives and a lot of spinsters who were real dogs and far too eager to get married. On his brief yearly vacations he always went into San Francisco and holed up with a whore, but he was a vigorous healthy man who needed to get fucked more than once a year. He'd managed to hold his lust in check till Kitty moved in, till he began watching the kids make out-but now he couldn't hold it in any longer. He just had to have a woman of his own.
Jealously he watched the scene below him in the loft. Kent's slim taut asscheeks were jerking up and down at a furious rate as he eagerly worked his rigid young prick in his cousin's deliciously tight wet cunt. The kid's back was sweaty with effort, and even on the roof Shep could hear his gasping and moaning. Kent's pink balls flopped as he fucked, slapping audibly against Kitty's cute little white ass. The boy was having the time of his life, and Shep envied him acutely.
In her eagerness, Kitty was digging her fingers into Kent's sweaty shoulders, and to get deeper penetration she suddenly threw her slim legs around his straining back, drawing him farther into her boiling wet cunt. Her pretty little face, ordinarily innocent and angelic, was glowing with lust-her blue eyes rolling wildly, her nostrils flared, her pretty pink lips twisted in a horny grimace. Shep could hear her squeals of joy and the wet slurp-slurp of her juicy little cunt as it was repeatedly and thoroughly reamed by Kent's fat pounding prick.
"Oh, God, Kent," she wailed, "I love it, I LOVE IT!"
Shep couldn't stand any more. He didn't even have a hard-on this time. All he felt was terrible jealousy and the aching need for a wet warm cunt to fuck. He tossed his cigarette away and quietly climbed down off the barn roof, leaving the kids to finish their fuck alone. Even as he reached the bottom of the ladder, he could still hear their ecstatic cries, and he wished he could warn them to be more cautious. If they didn't keep the noise down, the boss-lady might hear them, and if Dora found out-Dora.
Even after ten years as her employee, Shep found it difficult to think of her as a female. It had only happened once, that night in the truck when he brushed against her tit. Now it happened again. Dora, a living breathing woman with no man of her own, was just a few yards away from him in the farmhouse. Was it possible that she might welcome a good fuck? She'd been alone for over a decade, ever since her husband died, and surely she must miss sex. Shep was determined to find out.
Eagerly but quietly he strolled over to the brightly lit window of the farmhouse and peered in. Dora was still sound asleep on the sofa, her huge full tits rising and falling majestically with her slow breathing. Now Shep felt some tingling arousal in his cock, the heavy and gradual plumping of his balls. He wondered how those huge jugs would look without the mannish plaid shirt. He'd always gone for big women, the bigger the better. His cock sprang into full rampant life, straining at the confinement of his jeans, and with determination he started for the front door.
Something stopped him, a faint sound that somehow prompted him to duck into the shadows beside the porch and crouch low so as not to be seen. His hunter's instincts had served him well again. He saw Kitty and Kent coming out of the barn, strolling hand in hand toward the house. Shit, a fine mess it would have been if they'd come in and found him trying to rape Dora.
They paused on the porch to kiss each other hungrily, and Shep could hear every word they said.
"Oh, Kent," sighed Kitty, "I wish we could do it again."
"I wish we could do it all night," said Kent, "but we can't take the chance. What if she wakes up and finds out we're not in bed? She'd raise hell, maybe even send you home. No, baby, we just have to be patient and do it when she's not around."
"Oh, fuck," said Kitty, "shit, piss, and damn. It isn't fair. Why can't adults leave us alone?"
"It sure does seem like they don't want us to have any fun," Kent admitted. "But don't worry. We'll find a way. We'll-"
"Oh-oh," cautioned Kitty, "I think she's waking up. We better get inside."
Just as they hurried in the door, Dora blinked and sat up on the couch. Unconscious of how much time had passed, she only saw the kids starting for the stairs and had no suspicion that they'd been out of the house. "Did you drink your milk?" she said sleepily.
"Yes, Mom," said Kent. "Good night."
"G'night," muttered Dora, slumping onto the couch again. She started to drift back to sleep, unaware of the hungry eyes that watched her through the window.
CHAPTER SIX
Well, thought Shep, it was now or never. The kids had gone to bed, and he could be alone with Dora. It was as good a chance as any to try making it with her, to find out if his buxom boss had any interest at all in sex. Shep was used to obeying her, to taking her orders, and he didn't want to risk losing his job. He stood on the porch in nervous uncertainty, but finally his acute lust won the day. He had to have her. He'd die if he didn't fuck a woman tonight. And Dora was the only woman around.
He opened the door and sauntered into the front room. Dora lay half-asleep on the sofa, and the TV was still blaring some dumb musical show. As he walked into the room, Dora blinked at him and said, "Shep? I thought you'd gone to bed."
"Couldn't sleep," Shep said casually. "Shove over, okay, so I can watch the TV, too?"
The couch was the only good place to watch from, so Dora naturally sat up and made room for him. Shep sat as close to her as he could get, so close that he felt the warmth of her big body without quite touching her. In her half-asleep state Dora didn't seem to notice anything odd about this. She was so used to Shep that he seemed like another piece of furniture or livestock, and she rarely took any notice of him except when she needed him for a job.
"This ain't a very interesting show," he said. "Mind if I switch?"
"No, go ahead," said Dora. "I'm too sleepy to notice what's on. I'm going to bed in a minute anyhow."
But not alone, thought Shep, not if he could help it.
He got up to switch channels, then sat down close to her again. He was pleased with his choice of programs-a late-night foreign film that showed lots of overt sex. If Dora had been fully awake, she'd have demanded he turn it off, but she only blinked at the screen. After a few minutes, though, she began to get the drift of it as the young couple in the movie fell passionately into bed with each other.
"You really like watching this garbage?" she asked Shep.
"I get a kick out of it," he said. "Why? Something wrong with it?"
"It's filthy," said Dora, "indecent."
"How come?" said Shep. "It's a natural thing, everybody does it. I don't see nothing filthy about it."
"Shep," she sighed, "you should come to church more often. Then you'd see that sex is the work of the Devil."
"I don't care who invented it," said Shep. "I just like it. Anyhow, boss-lady, how were you born? Did the stork bring you? No, you gotta thank sex for being alive. And you gotta thank it for that fine strong son of yours. There musta been a time in your life, lady, when you liked sex. Otherwise you wouldn't have a kid."
Dora turned scarlet and quickly averted her eyes from Shep. Her heart was pounding. Shep's remarks had awakened memories which she'd struggled for years to bury. Yes, there'd been a time when she'd liked sex. There'd been a time when she loved it, couldn't get enough of it, a time when she'd acted like a shameless slut. But when her husband died young of a heart attack, Dora had become convinced that this was God's punishment for her evil lust. She'd lived for sex, and God had punished her by killing her husband. From that day on, Dora started going to church and preaching against the evils of the flesh. She sternly repressed all sexual thoughts and never looked at a man. When the farm animals mated-which was all too often-she turned her eyes away so as not to be tempted. She'd worked for years to root out all her sexual urges-but Shep's words reminded her that she hadn't quite succeeded. Unwillingly she experienced a flood of memories, visions of her husband's strong stiff cock just before he put it into her, the delicious thrust of his penetration, the way she'd almost bellow her pleasure as he began to stroke his rigid meat in her boiling cunt ... But\ no, she mustn't think of that. The Devil wanted her to think of it, and she rejected the Devil and all his evil.
"I don't like that kind of talk," she told Shep sternly. "If you can't behave, you better leave."
"Behave?" Shep chuckled. "Lady, I ain't begun to misbehave yet. I was just talkin'. Now we're gonna have some action."
Before the astonished Dora knew what was happening, Shep had his arms around her and was kissing her lewdly, ravenously, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth and snorting with lust. It was the first time she'd been kissed or touched by a man in over ten years, and the shock of it made her dizzy and unable to fend him off for the moment. She smelled those long-forgotten male odors-sweat, tobacco, a faint touch of after-shave-and to her horror, they awakened sharp lust in her long-denied body. She felt her loins melting, felt a boiling sensation deep in her cunt, and, the final humiliation, a sudden hot gush of pussy-juice that wet the crotch of her jeans.
She trembled violently in a mixture of horror and desire and made frantic gurgling noises in her throat. Shep's tongue was rough and tireless, exploring every inch of her mouth, and the husky farmhand held her brutally tight against him, one hand on her trembling back and the other brushing the huge soft rounds of her asscheeks. Dora felt her huge sensitive tits pressing against his hard chest, and her nipples seemed to be on fire with the unaccustomed contact. She felt herself drifting into hopeless horniness, and in a panic she used all her strength to push Shep away.
Flushed but laughing, he fell back against the couch and then rebounded toward her. Dora shrieked and tried to get up, but her great weight prevented any swift movements, and he was on her again before she could rise. She struggled and pushed at him as he ran his hands over her big ripe body.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, Shep," she cried, "what's got into you? You know I don't want this!"
"I'm horny," Shep panted. "Don't you ever get horny, boss-lady? I bet you do. I bet you're shittin' me, too. I bet you really want this as much as I do. So why don't you admit it, and you an' me can have some real fun?"
"No," wailed Dora, frantically trying to fend him off, "nooo...."
Shep succeeded in thrusting one horny hand between her plump thighs, and immediately a lewd grin came over his rugged face. The crotch of her jeans was soaked, and through the rough material he could feel the pulsing red hot heat of her cunt. Dora cried out and tried to jerk his hand away, but it was too late. He'd already discovered her secret. He rudely thrust his strong hand more snugly between her thighs, and she blushed with humiliation to know that he felt her wetness.
"Lady," he grinned, "you WERE shittin' me! You're wet, honey, real wet. You want me. You need something good an' hard in that nice wet pussy."
It was agonizingly true, but Dora would have died before admitting it. Sex was evil, sinful, and she wanted to be a good woman. She was thoroughly ashamed of herself for backsliding after all these years. She'd tried so hard to get rid of her need for sex, but this tussle with Shep showed that she hadn't succeeded at all. Her desires were just as powerful and urgent as they had been ten years ago, before she gave up sex. But she wasn't lost entirely. She'd still be pure and decent if she fought this man off.
"No, Shep," she cried, "you're wrong! I don't want you! I don't want anybody! Now, you get your hands off me and get out of this house, or you're fired. I mean it!"
Shep panicked for a moment-he didn't want to lose his job, but, fuck it all, he needed this woman desperately. What to do? Her words told him one thing, her soaked crotch another. She was horny, he was sure of it. Maybe with just a little more persuasion....
He began to rub his hand slowly and teasingly over the tight wet crotch of her jeans. Through the cloth he could feel the plump pussy lips, the trickling wetness of her cunt. Dora opened her mouth to argue with him again, but all that came out was a horny gurgle. Her brown eyes fluttered wildly, and she began to pant. Her plump but handsome face slowly turned a light-rose color as Shep's expertly stroking fingers sent sharp jolts of pleasure through her whole pelvis. The hot cream gushed more heavily from her long-denied cunt, soaking the crotch of her jeans, leaking through to wet his busy hand. She could have died of shame, and yet she couldn't help herself. Her body wanted him desperately. Even as her conscience shrieked out against it, her starved cunt said yes, yes, yes....
"Oh, God, Shep," she said hoarsely, "don't do this to me...."
Shep's heart softened. He understood what was happening with this handsome church-going woman. She was a perfectly normal woman with a steady need for fucking, but her mind was screwed up, her religious principles told her that the natural needs of her body were evil and wrong. He slipped his arm around her hefty shoulders and, while he continued to caress her soaked crotch, he said gently, "Now, Miss Dora, come to your senses. There ain't nothin' wrong with us makin' love. The good Lord wouldn't of given us the urge if He didn't mean for it to happen. Those folks that tell you sex is wrong-well, they're wrong. They're just a lotta old cranks who can't get it any more and don't want anybody else to have any fun. Get that shit out of your mind, Miss Dora. Start living for a change. I swear to you; there's nothing wrong with being good to yourself."
Shep's words were very persuasive to Dora-and so was his hand. He went on skillfully rubbing her famished cunt through the thin material of her jeans, and she helplessly imagined how good it would feel if he were touching her bare flesh, if he were making love to her. My God, she'd loved to fuck back in the old days. There wasn't any greater joy on earth. Her body cried out for it now. Dizzy, overcome with lust, she slumped against him and said weakly, "You'd never tell anybody, Shep? I'd die if anybody found out."
He squeezed her. "Hell, no, I ain't no snitch. Now, you just stop worrying, honey, and let me give you a good time."
Dora gave a little sob as she submitted to his embrace. She knew she'd hate herself later, but, God help her, she just had to have it. Her whole big body was hot and trembling by now, the ache in her cunt too much to bear. She moaned hoarsely as Shep eagerly began to paw her opulent body.
Shep could hardly believe his good luck. What with the boss-lady's religious fanaticism and the fact that she'd never looked at a man in ten years, he was surprised that she'd gotten so hot-for him. Maybe it was because no man had tried it on with her in all that time. He could have kicked himself-ten years of good fucking lost, all because he hadn't had the nerve to approach her. Well, he was going to make up for lost time now.
His hard eager hands made short work of the buttons on Dora's mannish plaid shirt, but he wasn't prepared for what he saw when he drew the garment open and slipped it off her shoulders. He'd always been aware that she had huge tits, but he sure hadn't expected anything like this. Dora's heavy milky-white boobs were mammoth, the biggest he'd seen in his whole life, and topped with light-brown areolas which were each the size of his palm. It was all his sexual fantasies come true. Shep loved big women, fat women, tall women, and especially the enormous tits that went with such a body. He was delighted with Dora. With a snort of lust he reached out and began to play with her monstrous tits. Dora moaned hungrily, lay back against the couch, and closed her eyes, giving him tacit permission to do what he wanted.
The huge white globes were heavy and hot, overflowing his hands. Shep squeezed and pawed them in hot excitement, enjoying the silky-soft flesh and the undulating plumpness. Each one of her fantastic tits was as big as his head, maybe bigger. He simply orgied in them, rubbing his face against them, licking them, kissing them. Night after night in his lonely cabin he'd jerked off to just such a fantasy-a horny fat woman who'd let him play with her enormous tits-and now it was coming true. His aroused cock grew even tighter and stiffer in his jeans, till it felt like it was going to burst. It'd been a long time since he'd had a woman, almost a year....
Dora kept her eyes closed so as not to look at Shep, for she could well imagine the unbridled lust in his eyes as he played with her tits. Men had always looked at her chest that way, even when she was a teenager. There was a time when she'd flaunted her unnaturally large tits, just to get men, but now she was ashamed of them. She felt they were nothing more than works of the Devil, a flagrant invitation to sex. She wished she was flat-chested, so she would present no temptation. But since she wasn't, she'd tried another way of spoiling her attractiveness-getting fat. Monstrously fat. For years it had kept men from wanting her, but now even her obesity wasn't working. Shep seemed to want her anyway, and his lust excited hers.
The touch of his eager hands on her big quivering tits was like fire, sending violent jolts of excitement all through her big lush body. Her cunt was red hot now and gushing out its cream in uncontrollable floods, wetting the cushion beneath her. She knew she was being evil, doing wrong, but she felt she simply couldn't live unless she had Shep's hot stiff cock inside her. xHer passions hadn't been stifled in ten years of chastity-they'd only grown.
Shep could have gone on playing with her great milky tits forever, if he hadn't been so urgently horny. Watching the kids these past few days had been too much for him. He had to get some cunt for himself. Reluctantly he slid his hands off her enormous hot tits and seized the belt of her jeans. This was going to be no easy task. Although Dora wore a man's size and got the biggest jeans she could, they were still very tight on her body, and Shep had one helluva time getting them off. He tugged, he grunted, he sweated, and Dora even tried to help by raising her massive asscheeks a little, but it was a full minute before the panting farmhand finally tugged the jeans off over Dora's surprisingly small ankles and feet.
The rest of her was huge, pale, and superb, at least in Shep's eyes. Here were the massive round asscheeks, the Amazonian hips, the soft swelling legs of his fantasies. He growled lustily and reached for her out-size white cotton panties. They, too, were tight and almost impossible to tug down, and in lusty impatience Shep ripped them in half and tore them off her huge trembling body. Then he paused to feast his eyes on her snatch.
Her belly was fat but not pendulous, and he had a full view of her expansive black cunt-patch, a huge triangle of fur that reached nearly to her navel. This pleased him, too. His fantasy women always had huge snatches. With a horny gurgle he reached out to pet it, rubbing his hand over the silky hairs, feeling the burning warmth beneath them.
As he touched her there, Dora blushed beet red. She'd always been ashamed of her enormous cunt-patch. She remembered having to take showers with the other girls in high school gym classes, and how everyone had gawked at it. One girl even called it "the jungle". Even when Dora had been tall and a little on the plump side, but now, more than sixty pounds heavier, she knew she must present a spectacle. How could Shep possibly want her? Timidly she opened her eyes and glanced at him. His face was leering, excited, blatantly horny. Dora blushed and closed her eyes again. He wanted her, all right, but she couldn't figure out why, except that maybe he was as hard up as she was.
But unknown to her, Shep would have preferred her over a hundred slender girls, young girls, the standard American beauties. He wanted a woman with meat on her, a woman who had lived a little. He wanted Dora. Indeed, he could hardly wait to get at her. He slipped to the floor and knelt before her and gently but insistently separated her mammoth soft legs.
Dora blushed deeply but allowed Shep to part her thighs. Then she felt his hot moist breath on her naked cunt, and she almost fainted with lust. She wanted desperately to be touched there, caressed, penetrated. Cream gurgled helplessly from her aroused cunt, and in spite of her embarrassment she readily opened her legs all the way when Shep pushed at them. If the sight of her fat cunt didn't turn him off, nothing would.
Shep was far from turned off. He gazed in wonder and delight at Dora's mature slit. The flesh was bright scarlet, the cuntlips fat and pendulous, the mouth of her creaming cunt clearly visible-for her pussy was gigantic, just like the rest of her. Shep seized the dark-furred lips of her cunt and drew them apart, revealing the biggest clit he'd ever seen in is life. It was almost the size of his little finger, bright red and trembling. He wondered if it would be as sensitive as its size suggested. He bent forward and applied his stiff tongue to the quivering finger of flesh. He licked and lashed it roughly, and Dora trembled violently.
"Aw, God," she moaned, "awww...."
A flood of juice gushed from her red-hot cunt, wetting his chin as he went on licking her giant red clit. She liked it, all right. She liked it so much, she seemed to go crazy. She moaned loudly and hoarsely, she creamed uncontrollably, and her big body shook with violent pleasure each time his rough expert tongue tickled her long-starved scarlet clit.
Suddenly Shep snaked his stiff hot tongue right from her clit, through her plump red pussylips, and into the furiously creaming mouth of her cunt. The pleasure was so intense, she almost came. It had been so long since anyone touched her there, but she was as sensitive and receptive as ever. As Shep began to work his thick rigid tongue up her boiling cunt, Dora gave a shrill squeal of joy, and her big body flushed the mottled pink of intense arousal.
Shep tongue-fucked her with real pleasure. He liked to eat pussy, the bigger and creamier the better, and she was the best he'd ever tasted. He found the walls of her wide cunt red-hot and silky and abundantly wet. He sawed and probed with his tongue, as deep as he could, and Dora whimpered and gurgled and squealed. He got wild excitement from arousing this big stern woman into a jelly-like state of horniness. It wouldn't be long now before he gave her even more excitement, till he drove her crazy with his cock. His prick was stiff and sore, too big to hold in any longer. Much as he enjoyed playing with Dora's big voluptuous body, the time had come to get down to serious fucking.
Dora sighed softly, regretfully, when Shep withdrew his tongue from her hungry wet cunt. She opened her eyes just a little to peek at him and saw that he was undressing. She noted his broad hard chest with its thick mat of silver hairs, his trim waist and hips and flat belly, and finally his cock-the first cock she'd seen in over a decade. Even now she had a vivid memory of her husband's prick, because it had given her so much pleasure, and she noted at once that Shep's was bigger and thicker, a good seven inches long and very swollen and hard. It hugged his belly, and the bloated purple head oozed a steady stream of thick juice. His balls loomed fat and menacing below the thick nest of silver pubic hair. He was a fine figure of a man, and again Dora wondered what in the world he saw in her.
Shep caught her eye and grinned lewdly at her. She was the most exciting thing he'd ever seen, this stately two-hundred-pound woman sitting utterly naked before him, her plump legs widely parted to show her red dripping cunt. Never had he wanted to fuck a woman so much as he did this shy giantess with her huge furry snatch and watermelon tits.
"Wal, boss-lady," he drawled, "you ready for a good screwin'?"
She was more than ready, ready enough to die for it-but as the leering farmhand approached her, something in Dora's head snapped, went off like an alarm. She couldn't possibly be doing this lewd thing, not her, a good Christian woman! She must be out of her mind. For ten years she'd worked to get the Devil out of her body, and now she was about to welcome him back in. It was wrong, horribly wrong.
"No!" she cried. "No, I don't want to! Get away!"
Shep gawked at her incredulously. "You kiddin'? You're as hot as a woman can get, Miss Dora. You want it bad. What the hell's the matter with you?"
"Nothing's the matter with me," Dora sobbed, catching up her shirt to cover her nakedness. "I refuse to sin, that's all. Now get out of here, Shep, before I fire you."
"You fuckin' cockteaser!" Shep shouted, furiously angry at this unexpected refusal. "How come you led me on? How come you went this far? I'll tell you what's a sin, lady-that's leading a guy on, promising it to him, and then holdin' out. You can fire me if you want, you hard-hearted bitch, but I'm gonna have my say. You can go through life punishing yourself, but you got no right to punish me."
Dora sobbed loudly. "Oh, I'm not going to fire you, Shep. I just want you to leave me alone. This whole thing is against my principles, can't you understand that?"
"Fuck your principles," said Shep, angrily getting dressed. "They ain't worth shit. You ain't no Christian, lady. You're a prickteaser, plain and simple."
He stalked out the door, and Dora collapsed onto the couch and wept. She wept because she was ashamed of her lewd behavior, but also because she was so frantically horny. Shep had aroused her till she thought she'd die if she didn't come. She had resisted the temptation of his big thick cock, but she couldn't resist the comfort of her own finger. She hadn't played with herself since she was a little girl, already budding into womanhood but too young to date. She would lie in bed at night and play with her developing cunt, giving herself exquisite sensations.
That was almost thirty years ago, but Dora still remembered how. Weeping, ashamed, but desperately lusty, she ran her plump little hand down her lush body, over the light silky fur of her cunt, till she located the longer fleshy finger of her sensitive clit. She moaned gratefully as she began to rub it just as Shep had done, roughly and insistently, sending sharp bursts of pleasure through her hungry body. She let her legs fall wide open, closed her eyes, and gave herself up to the delicious rubbing and massaging of her clit.
* * *
Kitty awoke suddenly, sitting right up in bed. Her room was nearest the stairway, and even through her closed door she could hear the strange noises. A man and a woman arguing, a door slamming, desperate sobbing. Was Aunt Dora in trouble? Irritating as the woman was, Kitty still had some feeling for her. She knew Dora meant well, and she felt sorry for the lonely fat hymn-singing widow. Kitty leaped out of bed in her thin nightgown, opened her door quietly, and crept down the stairs. As she did so, the noises changed. The sobbing was replaced by hoarse moans, deep sighs, and little squeals. Kitty couldn't understand what it was all about. Alarmed, she reached the bottom of the stairs and peered around the corner into the front room.
What she saw made her eyes go wide and her mouth drop open. She simply couldn't believe it for a moment. Aunt Dora lay stark naked on the couch, an impressive spectacle with her lush growth of cunt-fur and her enormous quivering tits with their huge brown nipples. Her fat legs were flung wide apart, giving Kitty an unobstructed view of her big scarlet pussy, and she was working a finger steadily over that little lump of flesh which
Kitty knew to be the greatest source of pleasure in a girl's body. Dora had her eyes closed, and there was an ecstatic expression on her face. Now Kitty understood that her strange noises signified intense pleasure, and that the pleasure came from what she did with her finger.
Kitty smiled with wonder and delight. The question she'd asked Kent that afternoon-how a girl can bring herself off-was answered. All she had to do was watch Aunt Dora, because there was no mistaking what Dora was doing. Odd as it seemed, Dora the religious fanatic was playing with herself.
Kitty sat down at the bottom of the stairs to watch. As long as Dora kept her eyes closed, she wouldn't be noticed, and she could quickly duck out of the way. Even if she was caught, she wouldn't have missed this scene for the world. Her stern prissy fat aunt playing with herself-it was just too much, too fucking much. Kitty grinned as she watched the moaning fat woman. She enjoyed the lewd spectacle Dora presented, but she also wanted to learn, so she riveted her wide blue eyes to Dora's busy plump finger.
The moaning woman rubbed her finger faster and faster over the bright-red finger of flesh, which Kitty noted to be much larger than her own. The finger flicked and flashed with blinding speed, and as it did so, Dora's excitement increased. A steady river of cream flowed from the wide dark mouth of her cunt, wetting the couch beneath her, and her great body shook and trembled and turned beet red. As she aroused herself more and more, Dora's fat faced screw up into a grimace of lusty joy, her tongue lolled out, and her eyes rolled wildly and blindly. She moaned, shrieked, wailed....
"Aw, God, YES," she babbled, "fuck, fuck, screw...."
Kitty stifled a guffaw. To hear puritanical Aunt Dora use words like that-it just cracked her up. She wished she could tell Kent about it, but Dora was his mother and he might not be amused. No, she would have to keep this delicious scene to herself. She watched studiously to see what big moaning Dora did with her finger, and presently she saw the panting fat woman slide it off her stiff aroused clit, down through the dripping plump folds of her pussylips, and into the quaking wet mouth of her mature cunt. The finger shot into the moist hair-fringed hole and began pumping in and out, just like a stiff cock.
Of course, thought Kitty, of course that's how to do it. Just make like a cock, that's all.
But Dora wasn't content with one finger. It didn't seem big enough for her experienced and fully developed cunt. She tried two fingers, three, and at last her whole hand which, to Kitty's amazement and admiration, totally disappeared up her gasping wet cunt. She pumped her hand roughly, deeply in her famished hole for a minute or so, then let out a bellow which threatened to wake the whole county.
"AHHHH!" wailed Dora. "AHHH, YES, YES, OOOHHHH!"
Kitty understood that her aunt was coming, but she'd never dreamed that coming could be so violent. Dora's two-hundred-pound body rocked the couch like it was some flimsy object, her huge tits flopped up and down and slapped loudly against her chest, and cream spurted from her orgasmic cunt as if from a hose. Kitty watched, open-mouthed, till Dora's spasms ended and her soaked fist slipped from her satisfied cunt. Then the girl scurried up the stairs, afraid her aunt might spot her. As she hurried away, she heard Dora say in a conscience-stricken voice, "Oh, my God. God forgive me."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kitty crept into her bed snickering and grinning. She knew something about Aunt Dora now that helped a lot to counteract her resentment of the woman. Aunt Dora was human, after all. She needed sex like everyone else, though she tried her best to disguise it with all her preaching and business-like manner. She was a hypocrite, like all adults. Kitty wished she could have had a movie of Aunt Dora thrusting her fist right up her cunt, moaning, coming. She'd use that movie against her to get everything she wanted. Alas, all she had was a memory, but she decided to make the most of it.
Even if she couldn't use her knowledge against Dora, she could at least have some fun for herself. She drew off her nightgown and prepared to play with herself just like Dora had done. She trembled with anticipation, wondering how it would feel.
Parting her slim little legs, Kitty gingerly laid her hand on her silky little blonde snatch, but just petting her cunt didn't do much for her. It kind of tickled, in fact. Impatiently she parted the lightly furred lips of her cunt and uncovered that funny little bump of flesh which gave her so much pleasure when Kent played with it. She wished she knew its name. Anyhow, that was where Aunt Dora had started touching herself, the way she got herself so aroused. Kitty placed the side of her finger on the tender hot little bump, just as she'd seen Dora do, and began to rub it.
"Ummm!" she murmured.
Her efforts were immediately rewarded with sharp little stabs of pleasure that raced through her belly and melted her loins. She rubbed harder, and the melting sensation spread. She felt her young cunt growing hot and creamy, and she experienced the urge to move her little hips in time to the busy strokes of her finger. It felt fantastic, and she could readily understand how Dora got so much fun out of it. She remembered how large Dora's clit had been, just like a little finger, and found that her own was just a tiny lump in comparison. That was okay-it still felt great. She snuggled happily against the pillows and sighed blissfully as she worked her finger faster and faster over the tiny joy-button between her'legs.
She noticed that the longer she rubbed it, the harder it got, just like Kent's cock when he got horny. Not only did it get hard, it got very hot and wet. The wetness made her finger fly faster, which gave her even more pleasure. Soon she felt like squealing her joy aloud-but the heavy tread of Dora's feet on the stairs stopped her. Kitty held quite still and breathless as she listened to her aunt pass the door. Dora lumbered on to her own room, and presently Kitty heard her heavy peaceful snoring. She breathed a sigh of relief and began busily frigging herself again. The enforced wait had only increased her eagerness, and now she rubbed her wet stiff little clit with furious speed.
Kitty felt not a bit of shame at playing with her cunt. Unlike Dora, who belonged to a more repressed generation, Kitty thought that any bodily pleasure was okay, so long as it didn't hurt anyone else. And who could she possibly be hurting, alone in the dark? No, she felt no shame, only wild joy as she discovered the wonderful things she could do with her own body, without a man's assistance. Shit, if she'd known about this last year, she would have done it every night.
She remembered tossing in her bed night after night, daydreaming about boys and fucking, but she'd been so dumb then, she didn't know what to do about it. Now she did, and it really excited her. The more she frigged her hot little clit, the more juicy her tiny cunt became, till a steady trickle of cream was oozing out to wet her hand. Kitty grinned lustily in the dark and let her little legs spread wide open so she could work her hand freely over all her mysterious female parts. She touched the hot plump folds of her pussylips, her surprisingly sensitive asshole, and the tiny gushing mouth of her young cunt. Everything responded to her fingers with sharp bursts of pleasure; everything she did to herself felt marvelous.
Panting and moaning now, Kitty realized that she was very close to coming, and she remembered what Aunt Dora had done when the time came. Kitty couldn't feature shoving her whole fist up her cunt, but she was perfectly willing to start with one finger. She made her middle finger stiff and straight, then gingerly introduced it to the wet slippery mouth of her almost-virginal cunt.
"Ooooo!" she cooed.
It was good, very good. It gave her the same exciting sense of penetration as Kent's cock. She slipped her stiff finger in deeper, and she felt the marvelous stuffing sensation she'd gotten when Kent thrust deep into her cunt. Shit, it was almost as good as fucking, and she could control the motions, too. One finger was going to be plenty for her fifteen-year-old cunt. Blissfully she began pumping her finger in and out of her pussy just the way Kent used his cock, and red-hot jolts of pleasure rippled through her writhing body. She felt the inside of her cunt for the first time-tight, slick, hot-and could well imagine why Kent liked sticking his horny cock in there.
She gurgled her pleasure, whimpered, bucked her horny little hips as she pumped her stiff finger ever faster and deeper in her wildly creaming little cunt. She was having a perfectly good time, when suddenly she felt herself jolted by a wave of pleasure so powerful that she cried out. Wave after wave of heart-pounding orgasm ripped through her body, and she couldn't help it, she wailed and screamed with joy.
Just as her frantic spasms began to die down, she heard thundering feet in the hall, then someone wrenching open her door. Kitty reluctantly whipped her soaked finger from her drenched cunt-just in time. As she pulled the covers over her naked trembling body, light blasted into the room and there was Aunt Dora in her tent-like flannel nightgown, gawking at her.
"Child, child!" cried Dora. "What's the matter? I heard you screaming."
"It was a nightmare, Aunt Dora," Kitty said meekly. "I'm okay now. Sorry I woke you up."
"You sure you're all right?" Dora persisted.
"Oh, yes," said Kitty. "I'm fine. I'll go to sleep now."
Satisfied, Dora turned off the light and closed the door. Kitty snuggled down into bed, her horny cunt temporarily satisfied, and thought sleepily, Shit, I didn't yell as loud as she did!
* * *
The first thing Kitty thought of when she woke the next morning was Kent's cock. It was like a vision right before her, stiff and pale and drooling. Her cunt flared into horny heat, and she sighed deeply. It seemed that all she could think of this summer was sex. That was okay, she felt no shame about it. The bummer was that it was so hard for her and Kent to get together. If only people would let them alone-but it seemed as if adults were always around.
Today was no exception. In the house Dora followed her around, making her do chores, and when she had finished and gone outside to find Kent, old Shep kept poking his nose into their activities, so they didn't even get a chance to touch each other. Kitty could tell that Kent was just as horny as she was, by the moony way he looked at her and the slight bulge in the crotch of his tight jeans. Damn, damn it all, it seemed so unfair that they couldn't just jump on each other and fuck. The whole adult world was stupid and crazy.
Finally, though, they got a break. After lunch Shep announced, "Gol' darn it, Miss Dora, but when I was in town yesterday, I forgot to buy chickenfeed. I better go get it."
"But, Shep," said Dora, "I need you this afternoon to drain the pond. You knew that. It's got to be done today."
Shep scratched his head in apparent befuddlement, then suddenly brightened. "Wal, hell," he laughed, "there ain't no problem. Kent can drive. We can send him an' Kitty into town for the feed, and I can drain the pond. No problem a'tall."
For reasons Kitty couldn't understand at all, Aunt Dora turned beet red and looked very frightened and nervous. "Well, Shep," she said quickly, "maybe you can go get the feed and Kent can drain the pond."
"Nope," Shep said decisively, "he don't know how to do it. He'd screw 'er up for sure."
Instead of being insulted, Kent eagerly agreed. "That's right, Mom. Better let an expert do it. I'll be glad to drive into town and get the feed. Kitty'd enjoy coming along, too-she hasn't been into town yet, and I'm sure there's things she needs to buy."
"I certainly do," affirmed Kitty.
Dora looked around at all of them, bewildered and defeated. Somehow things were conspiring to leave her alone with Shep while the kids went away on a trip that would take at least two hours. She felt panicked, but there was nothing she could do. Everyone else had logic on his side.
"Very well," she said nervously, "but don't you two hang around in town. There's too much mischief to get into. I want you back here with that chickenfeed as fast as you can do it." She looked meaningfully at Shep to make sure he got the point.
"Right, Mom," said Kent, leaping up from the table. Kitty joined him, and the two teenage cousins went off smiling meaningfully at each other. To Dora's relief, Shep rose and followed right after them. Hopefully he'd gotten her message and was going to go drain the pond-and leave her alone. She didn't know if her lusty body could hold out if he tried to make love to her again.
Shep hurried after the kids and caught them just before they got into the truck. He said in a low voice, so Dora couldn't hear from the house, "You ain't gonna have to go far for that chickenfeed, boy. It's right in the barn." He grinned meaningfully.
"Huh?" said Kent. "What d'ya mean, Shep?"
"I mean, why don't you two go off and have some fun, you dummy?" Shep snorted.
The kids grinned at him. Shep was a real pal. He'd saved the day for them again. Thanks to his deft lie to Dora, he'd given them a whole afternoon to play around in.
"Okay, Shep," Kent said in a loud voice, "we'll go get that chickenfeed now. See you later."
The kids hopped in the car, and Shep waved goodbye, chuckling to himself. He'd achieved his plan, which was to be left alone on the remote farm with Dora. He figured from her behavior last night, when she'd almost given in to him, that he could wear down her resistance, that it was only a matter of time before she let him fuck her. He hoped today would be the day. He had to play it just right, though, and not alarm her. She was pretty spooked just now. Shep hummed to himself and started gathering up the tools he'd need to drain the pond, hoping that Dora was watching him out the window.
She was, and she breathed a sigh of relief. He was going to leave her alone. She did the lunch dishes, then decided to take a shower. It was a hot sticky day, and Dora didn't like to be sweaty. In spite of her mannish dress and behavior, she had feminine delicacy when it came to her body. She went to her room, gratefully stripped off her heavy work clothes, and padded naked down the hall to the bathroom. The cool water felt delicious as she stepped into it, and she sighed sensuously. She began to soap and clean her mammoth silky body, a process which usually took some time, for there were so many curves and crannies to wash.
She soaped and scrubbed industriously, beginning with her arms and shoulders and back, then working downward. It was only when she touched the soap to her cunt that she experienced an unusual sensation. The flesh was hot and a little sore, and she was sticky with her own cum. Her face went red with shame. She'd tried to put it out of her mind, the shameless and terrible thing she'd done to herself last night, but now it came back to her full force. She remembered, with a groan of embarrassment, how she'd let Shep undress her and lick her clit, how later she'd lain naked on the couch and lewdly frigged herself, using her whole fat fist in her cunt. God, how could she have done such a thing?
All the while she remembered this, Dora mechanically soaped her pussy, as she did every day of her life-only this time something different was happening. Usually she blanked her mind when she washed herself there, refusing to have any sensation, but today, helplessly, she was getting herself aroused. Moving the slick bar of soap over her sensitive swollen cuntlips and big hungry clit, she just couldn't help thinking of Shep's cock and how long and rigid it had been. If only she had his cock there now, teasingly and tantalizingly rubbing back and forth over her horny pussy, then pushing roughly and deeply into her long-starved cunt. Oh, God, it would be heavenly....
"NO!" said Dora firmly. No, she would not sin again. It wouldn't be easy fighting off this new attack of lust sent by the Devil, but she would win. She was a decent woman, a pure woman ... She rinsed herself off as fast as she could, stepped from the shower, and turned off the water. Determinedly she padded down the hall toward her room, intending to get dressed and go inspect the animals.
Halfway down the hall she glanced up and saw Shep.
He was standing just at the top of the stairs, leaning lazily against the wall, and grinning lewdly at her. The look in his eyes meant only one thing. He moved his gaze meaningfully up and down her body, then licked his lips. Dora was so stunned that she just stood there staring at him, naked and defenseless.
"Nice," drawled Shep. "Mighty nice."
In fact she looked even better to him this morning than she had last night. Naked, without those mannish clothes, and with her thick black hair streaming down her back, she looked exactly like the woman of his horny fantasies, a great Earth Mother whose body he longed to ravish. Her huge tits, the size of watermelons, were surprisingly firm for a woman of forty, and the big brown nipples seemed like a pair of taunting eyes. The huge black triangle of her cunt-fur shone glossy and curly after her shower, and Shep wanted to bury his nose in it and smell her soapy fragrance. He wanted to lick her, taste her, tongue her-and most of all to fuck her till she was raw. This time, he vowed, none of her silly notions were going to stop him.
"Let's just go on in your bedroom, Miss Dora," he said, grinning. "No games this time. You an' me are gonna do what we both want-we're gonna fuck."
Naked Dora gasped and took a step backward. She couldn't run out into the yard, naked as she was, in case a neighbor came by, and she wasn't built for running anyhow. All she could do was flee into the nearest room and lock the door behind her-if she could move that fast. She glanced around quickly and saw that the door of the empty guest room was open. As fast as she could, given her two hundred pounds, she made for it. She heard Shep give a snort of surprise, then come thundering after her, but she managed to squeeze through the-door, slam it shut, and lock it behind her. She leaned against the door, panting, her heart pounding from effort and alarm.
"Gawd dammit," Shep shouted, "what kinda shit is this? You know damn well you want me, Miss Dora. Open that door!"
"No," whimpered Dora, "no, I don't want you. It's against my beliefs. Go away!"
"Fuck your goddamn beliefs," snarled Shep. "You're a woman, and you need cock, honey. You need it bad. I could tell that last night. Give yourself a break-and give me a break. Open the door, Dora. I'll give you the sweetest fuck you ever had in your life."
Dora moaned. Everything he said was true. She was a woman, she needed a man, and she felt instinctively that Shep would be a great fuck. She wanted it, wanted him. Her cunt boiled with need, and streams of horny juice trickled down her fat inner thighs. But her stern conscience told her that if she gave in to this evil urge, she'd be damned. She'd go to Hell. No, she couldn't do it, even though she was dying for it.
"No, Shep," she sobbed, "I won't, and that's final. You pack your things and clear out. You're fired. I want you gone in an hour."
Shep eyed the door. He had nothing to lose now. He'd lost his job, but he wasn't going to lose this woman. If need be, he'd rape her. His cock had ached with need for almost a week now, and last night's thwarted lovemaking had sent him over the edge. He'd fuck this woman if he had to die for it.
"I ain't going nowhere," he told her menacingly, "except into that room. Stand out of the way, boss-lady, 'cause I'm gonna kick down that door!"
"No!" screamed Dora. But she had enough sense to leap out of the way, knowing her words wouldn't stop him.
Shep's heavy boot hit the door with a thunderous crash, and the door flew open violently, hitting the wall and cracking the plaster. Dora screamed and tried to cover her naked body from his sight, but a body the size of hers was impossible to cover. Shep grinned at her-wolfishly, triumphantly-and began to move toward her. "Ain't nothin' gonna stop me this time, honey," he leered. "You an' me are gonna screw."
"Shep," Dora cried desperately, "for the last time, please understand that I don't want to! I'd feel too guilty. Please!"
"Guilty, my ass," said Shep, coming even closer. "You're only gonna feel good, baby, I kin guarantee you that."
He sprang at her, and her great bulk prevented her from moving fast enough. Shep's big rough hands were pawing hungrily at her huge swaying tits and at the wide silky expanse of her cunt-patch. In spite of her panic, Dora felt her body responding immediately to his touch, growing hot and aroused. She wanted this man so much ... Her long-neglected cunt boiled into life, and she felt hot juices trickling down her thighs. Shep felt them, too, as he thrust an inquisitive hand between her cushiony legs. He rubbed the sticky juices all over her glowing swollen cunt, sending sharp bursts of pleasure through her body, making her cream again and again.
"Oh, you want it, baby," he said hoarsely, "you want it bad."
As he pressed against her, Dora felt the long hard line of his erect cock beneath his jeans. She imagined how delicious it would feel inside her hungry cunt, sawing, probing ... But, no, she was falling for the Devil's tricks again. She simply couldn't spoil a decade of purity in one moment's lust.
Sobbing, she pushed hard at Shep's shoulders, sending him spinning backward. Desperately the big woman lumbered toward the open door, but Shep was too quick for her. He sprang there ahead of her, grinning and blocking the way. "You ain't going nowhere, Miss Dora," he panted. " 'Cept to bed-with me. Come on, now, quit fightin' it. You know you want it-and you know I can give it to you. Just take a look at this, boss-lady."
Before Dora's horrified eyes, Shep began to strip. Off came his blue work shirt over his hard hairy chest, and then he tugged down his well-worn jeans, uncovering his big erect cock, which Dora didn't want to see. Didn't want to-but couldn't help staring. Her eyes seemed glued to the swollen pale organ as it hugged his taut belly and dribbled thick juice from its slitted mouth. Dora saw it, and her loins melted with need, her cunt spewed forth another urgent blast of cream. Every cell in her body wanted to give in, to receive his fucking joyfully. Only her stern conscience held out.
Shep stood naked before her, his rigid red-topped cock swaying lewdly and heavily. He grinned lustily at her and said, "Look good to you, boss-lady? I bet it does, after all them years alone. Wal, you don't hafta wait no longer. I'm gonna give it to you right now."
He advanced on her again, still blocking her path to the door, and in desperation Dora ran to the bed and threw herself face down on it, huddling up to protect her tits and cunt from his eager hands. "No," she whimpered, "no, you can't have me ... I won't do it ... "
Shep grinned delightedly at the spectacle she presented-her huge quivering white asscheeks held high in the air, her scarlet wet cunt fully revealed from behind. He could clearly see the dripping dark mouth of her cunt-and if he could see it, he could reach it. He had to chuckle. Miss Dora must be pretty innocent, if she thought there was only one position to fuck in. He approached the quaking woman from behind and began lightly caressing the mammoth cushiony rounds of her ass. Dora trembled and wept. "All right," she sobbed, "go ahead and touch' me, for all the good it'll do you. I won't make love to you, no matter what."
Shep chuckled. "Why, honey," he drawled, "of course you're gonna make love to me. Ain't you ever heard of doin' it doggy style?"
"What?" muttered Dora. "D-OOHHH!"
She wailed in surprise and chagrin as she felt Shep's long hard cock roughly thrust into her cunt from behind.
* * *
At just that moment, in a little grove of trees about a mile away, Kent was eagerly thrusting his achingly erect cock into his pretty little cousin's hot nipping cunt. Kitty lay on the grass, naked and grinning, the picture of innocent lust. Her pretty legs were spread wide open, shamelessly allowing him entrance, and as Kent knelt between her thighs and wedged his hungry cock into her dripping little hole, he marveled again at his luck in finding this girl. A pretty girl, willing to fuck whenever he wanted, never giving him any bullshit-it was just too much. Kent sighed happily as he sank his engorged prick into the juicy clinging sheath of her wet cunt.
"Ohhhh, man," he sighed.
"Ummm," sighed Kitty as she felt his long stiff cock slipping into her, "it's so good, isn't it, Kent?"
"You better believe it," said the happy boy. "How do you want me to do it, Kitty? Hard? Fast?"
"Yesss," moaned his naughty little cousin. "Ball me, Kent, fuck me, do it as hard and fast as you can! And, Kent-don't be afraid of hurting me. I want it really HARD!"
Kent grinned delightedly as he lowered himself onto her quaking little body and began to fuck her for all he was worth. Kitty's unrestrained and ecstatic response made him feel like the best lay in the world. She clung to him, digging her fingers into his back, and she pumped her hot gushing little cunt all around his pounding cock as if she couldn't get enough of that sweet friction. She whimpered and gurgled and shrieked her pleasure, and he could feel her newly deflowered cunt nipping and squeezing all around his cock. It all made him very proud of his sexual talents.
Unknown to Kent, however, his cousin Kitty was far from satisfied with his performance. It was great fun fucking Kent, yes, and all her movements and sounds were genuine-but she felt there must be more to sex than this. It couldn't just consist of a guy climbing onto a girl and fucking her for a minute or two. Her accidental discovery of Aunt Dora, passionately frigging herself, had given Kitty a clue that there were many, many ways to have sex. She wanted to discover them all, but she would never be able to with Kent, who was as inexperienced as she was. She dearly loved her handsome cousin, but she knew he couldn't teach her what she wanted to know. The question was, who could?
All these thoughts were only vague and hazy in her mind just then. She was having too much fun to think of them very seriously. Kent's thick rigid cock was digging deep down in her hungry hot little cunt, giving her dizzyingly sweet friction, and Kitty moaned with joy. Fucking was good, so damned good. She felt she wanted to do nothing the rest of her life but grind her horny hot cunt around rigid cocks. She arched her little body high under the heaving, sweating boy, and managed to position herself so that with every thrust his deliciously hard cock rubbed across her greedy little clit. It felt fantastically good, and in another moment she was coming, her little body writhing, her cunt gripping his prick in a velvet vise of lust.
"Oh, God, YES, yesss...." she moaned.
Kent was glad that Kitty could get it off so quickly, because she excited him so much that he had trouble holding out. As soon as he felt the gripping contractions of her hot little cunt, the sign of her climax, he let himself go, yelped with joy, and began squirting his hot cum into her cunt. She seemed to like that, too. He noticed that she always held him tight against her when he came, keeping her legs together so she didn't spill a drop of his jism. At last their spasms quieted, and Kent raised his flushed face to gaze at her.
"Pretty good, huh?" he said proudly.
"Fantastic," Kitty sighed. "I just love it when you fuck me, Kent."
In fact her comments were exaggerated, because she didn't want to hurt his feelings. Kent was good, but not good enough. Already she was getting bored with the standard way of fucking, she was sure there were other things to do, but she didn't know how to find out. Perhaps when she got home again, she could meet some older man ... But that was a whole summer away. Kitty sighed.
"I guess we better get back," she said. "Dora will be wondering where we are."
"Yeah, dammit," said Kent, crawling off her. "I just wish sometime we could fuck all day."
The kids put on their clothes and drove back to the farm. Being healthy and normal teenagers, their first thought was of food, and they trooped into the farmhouse, hoping for the smell of Dora's cooking. But the kitchen was empty.
"Hey, that's strange," said Kent. "She hasn't even started supper yet. I wonder where she is."
"Kent," said Kitty, suddenly pointing to the ceiling, "listen to that."
The guest room was right above them, and they could hear distinct and strange sounds coming from it-the violent creak of bedsprings, a man's harsh voice, and Dora wailing, "No, NO, nooo!"
Kent and Kitty exchanged wondering glances, then made for the stairs. Thinking that Dora was in danger, they didn't bother to be quiet-but furtunately for them, Dora's own noises covered their pounding footfalls. They arrived at the open door of the guest room undetected, and what they saw made them stop short and gawk.
"Holy shit!" Kent said under his breath.
"Ssshhh," said Kitty, grabbing his arm. Her pretty little face was an impish mask of glee. "Let's be quiet and watch."
Kent heartily agreed. He'd never seen grownups fucking before.
* * *
Dora had thought she was safe, curled up in a tight ball that prevented Shep from mawling her tits or playing with her clit-that highly sensitive finger of flesh which always betrayed her. She'd buried her face in the bed so she couldn't see him, like a child that hides its face in order not to be seen. She knew she was too heavy for him to move, that he could paw her all day and still not get what he wanted. She was incredibly surprised, then, when she felt Shep's thick rigid cock entering her cunt from behind. She let out a wail, but before she could do anything else, he had thrust fully into her, the hard hot head of his erect cock butting her womb. Ten years of abstinence were ended. She had a hard throbbing cock in her again, and in spite of her dismay, she welcomed it. Her conscience continued to fight, but her cunt boiled and creamed greedily around his deeply buried dick.
"Oh, God, no, Shep," she sobbed. "Take it out of me. I don't want to."
Shep laughed. "Bullshit, boss-lady. I can feel that nice wet cunt. I can feel you wanting me. Why don't you just relax and enjoy it, honey? I ain't a bad lay. In fact, if I do say so myself, I'm pretty damn good."
That was just the problem-he was too good. Even as she wept in protest, Dora felt her big body going red hot with lust for his long engorged cock. It filled her starved and lonely cunt, filled it deliciously, and occupied its whole seething wet length. She couldn't help the eager and independent actions of her cunt-she creamed furiously around his buried meat, the lining of her cunt growing hot as a furnace, and her hips began a horny fucking movement. She heard Shep sigh happily and seize her big rolling hips to steady himself. He stood just behind her, working his rigid cock in short sharp jabs that almost made her squeal with joy. It had been so long, so terribly long since she was fucked ... Oh, God help her, she needed it, loved it ... Her voice continued to protest this rape, but her body responded joyfully.
"Noooo," she cried, "noooo! Ahhhh, QHHHHH!"
Behind her, Shep grinned triumphantly. He was in, and although she kept saying no, she was making no attempt to get him out. Her cunt-surprisingly tight and nipping for a middle-aged woman-was juicing like crazy and almost burning his jabbing cock. She wanted it, all right. He gazed down proudly at his own performance, at his pale rigid dick slipping in and out of the bright-red hair-fringed pussylips that guarded her cunt-hole. Every time he emerged, his prick was more wet and shiny with her juices. Goddamn, she was a real woman after all....
"Oh, Lord," moaned Shep, "oh, Miss Dora, ain't it good? You can tell me now, honey. Don't you like it?"
Dora answered with a flood of cream that overflowed her stuffed cunt and spattered out to wet his belly. "Awwww," she wailed, "Oohhh, yes, YES! My God, yessss...."
Dora answered with a flood of cream that overflowed her stuffed cunt and spattered out to wet his belly. "Awww," she wailed, "oohhh, yes, YES! My God, yessss...."
Shep lost control of himself with his final victory. She was all his, wanting him and admitting it. The great soft Amazon of his fantasies was here, real, welcoming his stiff cock in her boiling cunt. He began to snort and sweat as he fucked her with all the strength and speed he could command. Red-hot friction grew between his engorged cock and her gripping cunt, and Dora, too, lost all self-control.
"Oh, Shep, darling," she babbled, "fuck me good, fuck, ball, screw ... Hard, oh, yesss...." Shep clung with grim determination to her huge writhing hips, trying to keep from falling out as big Dora suddenly went into violent spasms of orgasm. He'd never seen a woman come like that in all his days. Her whole lush body was violently rocked and shaken, and her voice came out in a bellow of ecstasy. Cream gushed from her stuffed cunt like an endless river, and he felt his cock bathed in fiery juices, gripped by her powerful cuntal walls. It was too much. He felt his loaded balls contracting sharply, almost painfully, and then he gave a shrill cry as he felt his hot jism rushing out to fill her cunt. Half faint with pleasure, he collapsed onto her big heaving back and with his last strength reached around to cup her mammoth quivering tits.
Dora gave a little sob, half of shame and half of satisfaction. She didn't move, didn't want to. Shep's exciting masculine body lay heavily on her, his hot hands deliciously cupping her tits, his limp dripping cock still inside her. She felt reborn. All those years of abstinence had only made her sour and lonely and unhappy. Now she felt like a real woman, fulfilled and content.
"How about that?" sighed Shep. "You still gonna tell me you don't want it, baby?"
Dora giggled. She hadn't giggled since she was a girl. "Don't tease me, Shep," she said shyly. "You know I liked it."
Shep gave her bulging tits an affectionate squeeze. "Wal, honey," he said, "you ain't ever gonna do without it, not as long as old Shep is around. That suit you?"
"Umm-hmm," Dora admitted blushingly. "In fact, Shep, we still have a little time before the kids get back. Maybe-" She stopped, shocked at her boldness.
Shep laughed and slapped her enormous soft ass. "Maybe we could do it again? You better bet we will, sweetheart. Only you gotta help me get hard again."
He slipped off her, and Dora sighed as his limp cock popped from her soaked cunt. She didn't want it to be out of her for even a second. Shep crawled onto the bed beside her and sat there waiting. It was hard for Dora to conquer the habits of a decade, but, with a great blush and a shy glance at her lover, she uncurled herself and moved over next to him. Driven by her pent-up lust, she did something she'd never done to a man before. Her plump white hands seized his limp cock and raised it to her full pouting mouth. She opened wide and stuffed the dripping soft meat inside, then began to suck it hungrily.
Shep sighed loudly. "Oh, yeah, honey," he gasped, "eat me ... Suck that cock!"
* * *
Kitty gave Kent's arm a tug, and the boy reluctantly turned away from the scene in the guest room and followed her quietly down the stairs. "They might have noticed us," Kitty explained.
"Yeah, I suppose," Kent said wistfully. "Wow, that was really something, wasn't it?"
"Far fuckin' out," agreed Kitty, still tugging him along by the arm.
"Where are we going?" Kent asked.
"Out to the barn," Kitty giggled. "We're gonna try it the way they did it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
"WHAT?" said Kent as his impish blonde cousin dragged him out the door.
"You heard me," said Kitty. "I want you to fuck me the way Shep did Dora."
Kitty was delighted. She'd been wanting to learn other ways of making love, and their accidental witnessing of the scene between Shep and Dora had taught her something new. It had been quite a spectacle, watching huge wailing Dora get fucked by the grinning farmhand, but what chiefly aroused Kitty was the discovery that the girl didn't always have to lie on her back with the boy on top of her. Why, you could do it any way you wanted to. To naive young Kitty, this seemed the most wonderful discovery in history.
Kent was still a little bewildered. After all, he'd just watched his own mother getting fucked, and it had been a bit of a shock. Always he'd thought of her as sexless, above all that. He'd been sure that her religious principles didn't allow her to be interested in men. So he was still reeling from the surprise of seeing his mother stark naked, wailing with joy as old Shep worked his hard stubby cock in her dripping cunt. He felt strange, jealous-anything but aroused. He hadn't even noticed the new position for fucking, he was so busy watching his ecstatic mother. So when Kitty dragged him into the barn, he really wasn't ready to fuck.
"Hurry up, Kent," Kitty said impatiently. "Get your clothes off."
She was lying naked in the hay loft, tapping her fingers, her sweet scarlet cunt already oozing horny juices. Kent glanced down at her and absently began tugging off his T-shirt.
"I just can't get over it," he said thoughtfully. "I mean, my mother. Do you think she really enjoyed it?"
"Are you kidding?" laughed Kitty. "She loved it!"
"But-but-" Kent stammered. "She's my mother."
"No shit?" said Kitty. "Just because she's your mother doesn't mean she can't dig fucking."
"Well, can you imagine your parents doing it?" said Kent.
Kitty guffawed. "No. They're too old, and they never approved of it anyhow. Maybe they did it once, to have me, but I bet that was it."
"Well, that's how I think about my mother," said Kent. "Seems like she'd be too old for it, not approve of it. I just can't believe it."
"Oh, stop fussing about it, Kent," said Kitty, squirming impatiently in the hay. "It happened. Accept it. Besides, it's a good thing. With Shep to keep her busy, we'll have more time together."
"Yeah, I suppose," Kent said absently as he got out of his jeans.
To Kitty's dismay, his cock was absolutely limp, a pale floppy finger that dangled loosely before him. She was all ready to try the grown-up way of fucking, and she'd hoped Kent's cock would be stiff and ready. She sighed, trying to conquer her irritation.
"Sit down, Kent," she said, "and I'll make you hard."
Kent did as she said, flopping into the hay beside her, but his mind was far away-back in the house, still watching his buxom wailing mother as she enjoyed Shep's vigorous lewd fucking to the hilt. How long: had she been letting Shep make love to her? Were they going to get married? Above all, how could she go on preaching that sex was sinful, trying to keep Kent and Kitty "pure," when she was guilty herself? Kent puzzled over these questions-but was suddenly distracted when he felt his limp cock sucked into a deliciously hot wet nest.
"UMMM!" he yelped. "Hey...."
Kitty was bending over him, her long shining blonde hair hanging down to tickle his naked belly. The mischievous girl had seized his soft cock and popped it into her mouth, just as she'd seen Dora do when Shep wanted her to make his prick hard. And as Dora had done, Kitty began to suck on the limp doughy meat with wet greedy speed and force, making loud slurping noises.
She sucked Kent's soft white cock all the way into her mouth, till his lightly furred balls tickled her chin. She liked having a mouthful of his salty cock, and she was determined to do an expert blow job on him, to prove herself Dora's equal in everything. She made a tight nest for his doughy little prick, drawing in her cheeks sharply, using her eager tongue to press his soft dick against the slick roof of her mouth. She bathed his sensitive cock in hot saliva and sucked it as fast and hard as she could.
"Oh, wow," moaned Kent, who was no longer thinking of his mother, "oh, yeah, YEAH!"
He felt his cock sucked hotly to life in a matter of seconds. In fact she was sucking him so hard and hungrily, it almost hurt-but he dug it. He felt sharp jabs of pleasure stinging through his loins, and then his limp nut sac was filling and swelling up tight and hard. Against her busy tongue and silky palate, he felt his cock twitching with a life of its own, slowly springing into ready hardness. The skin went taut and stretched from the force of his hard-on, and he felt his loose wrinkled foreskin slipping back to uncover the sensitive cockhead. Hot horniness washed over him, and his juices oozed out onto. Kitty's tongue and tastebuds. She didn't seem to mind his dribbling prick at all. She swallowed his cock-cream as fast as it came. But when he reached full erection, his prick was too big for her busy little mouth, and she made a gagging noise and spat it out.
"Wow," she said, "you sure got big!"
She and Kent eyed his suddenly bloated prick, slick with her spit and hugging his belly. Kent grinned proudly, and Kitty looked awed and horny.
"Now what was it you wanted to do?" he said.
"Fuck," said Kitty, still gawking at his wonderfully taut stiff cock, "just the way they did it. Remember, Kent? They did it different from us."
"No, I don't remember," said Kent, puzzled.
"Oh, Christ," said Kitty, "I'll show you."
Boys! How could they be so dumb? Kitty rolled over onto her belly and stuck her sweet little white ass in the air, just the way she'd seen Dora do it for Shep.
"Now, you kneel behind me," she told her gawking cousin, "and fuck me that way."
"Just like dogs do it?" said Kent, a little put off.
"Not just dogs," snapped Kitty. "Your precious mother did it that way, too. Come on, Kent, get with it. I'm dying to know what this is like."
Kent shrugged. What did it matter how you did it, so long as you did it? He knelt behind Kitty and briefly admired the light-brown pucker of her little asshole. Could you fuck a chick there? He'd have to find out sometime-but right now Kitty's impatient sighing and wriggling ass told him he'd better swing into action. He seized his rigid drooling cock and wedged the cherry-red head into the tiny wet mouth of her cunt.
"Oh, yessss," whimpered Kitty, "put it up me, Kent! Yessss...."
* * *
Shep gazed fondly at Dora as she slept. She was the best fuck he'd ever had, his ideal woman, and already he was half in love with her. He could have kicked himself for not becoming her lover sooner-but better later than never. Tonight, or sometime soon, he'd ask her to marry him, and then she'd have no more reason to be ashamed of their lovemaking. For now, however, he'd let her sleep. That second fuck, long and violent, had really tired her out.
He got dressed quietly and strolled downstairs. Far from feeling exhausted, he seemed to be a new man, cocky and energetic and full of mischief. He had his woman, a good woman, and life seemed perfect to him. He ambled out of the farmhouse and saw that the truck had returned, but the kids were nowhere in sight. Shit, those silly kids-were they at it again? He'd thought they'd have sense enough not to do it within Dora's hearing. He went over to the barn to investigate, and sure enough-he could hear them squealing and sighing and panting in the hay loft. He decided to have a peek and see if they'd learned to do it any better. This time he didn't go onto the roof, however, but crept into the barn, went quietly up the ladder, and peeked over the side of the loft. He figured they'd be too busy to notice him, and he was right.
Well, at least they'd learned a new position. Impish little Kitty was on her hands and knees, her adorable little ass raised high, and Kent was industriously fucking her from behind, his slim pale cock zipping in and out of her tiny hair-fringed cunt-mouth. Shep watched for a moment, and then something completely unaccountable happened-he felt violently horny.
Shit, how could it be? He was forty, past his prime, and he'd just fucked Dora twice. How the hell could he be wanting more? He only knew that he did, that his cock was once again going fat and straining in his jeans-and that this time he wanted some young tight cunt. Kent had hogged that little girl long enough. Shep sensed that she was getting a little bored with the clumsy kid, anyhow, and might welcome a variation on the theme. He didn't have to worry about the kids' objections. He could threaten to tell Dora about them, and that would keep them quiet. Shit, he should have thought of that before. Kitty was his for the taking.
Just then Kitty let out a wail of impatience as Kent's rigid cock slipped out of her hot eager cunt. "Oh, dammit, Kent," she cried, "do you have to be so clumsy? Can't you keep it in?"
"Honey," said Shep, "here's somebody who can keep it in."
The kids started, gasped, and whirled around to see the grinning farmhand climbing into the hay loft beside them.
"Oh, Christ," said Kent. "Please, don't tell my mother you saw us, Shep. She'll send Kitty away."
"Yeah, Shep," said Kitty, "please don't snitch on us. We'll do anything."
Shep gazed hungrily at Kitty's fifteen-year-old body, its delicate curves and sweet plump tits and faint golden cunt-puff. He saw the tiny scarlet line of her young pussy, the pearly drops of horny juice from her little cunt. It was all his. His aroused rigid cock bucked and strained in the confinement of his jeans, and he grinned lewdly.
"Wal, kids," he drawled, "I'm an understanding fella, and I ain't gonna tell Miss Dora nothin'. I ain't no snitch. You all can do whatever you want, and I'll help you get together every day-but you gotta do me just one favor in return."
"Sure, Shep, anything," said Kent eagerly. "What is it?"
"You gotta share that little girl with me, sonny," said Shep. "And you gotta start right now."
Kent gawked at him and slowly went beet red. "Now, wait a minute," he said angrily. "You mean you wanta ball Kitty? Hell, no, she's my girl!"
"Then I guess I gotta tell your mother I found you two fuckin' in the barn," said Shep menacingly.
"Oh, Kent, don't argue with him," said Kitty. "It won't hurt me, and if we don't do what he wants, she'll never let us see each other again."
It was true. Kent pounded his fist into the hay with frustration. He knew he was at Shep's mercy, and he hated it. "Oh, all right, dammit," he said, "go ahead. But I'm not gonna watch."
"Yes, Kent," said Kitty. "I think that's a good idea. After all, Shep's been doing it a lot longer than you have."
"I'm here to tell ya," Shep sighed.
He quickly got out of his clothes and approached the blushing girl. Kitty wasn't blushing out of fright or embarrassment-she was blushing with eagerness. Although she loved Kent, she had no notion of faithfulness. Monogamy seemed silly to her, a blight on everybody's fun. Why fuck only one person, when you could fuck as many as you wanted? It made perfect sense to Kitty, and she was thrilled at the prospect of doing it with a grown-up man.
As Shep crawled toward her, grinning, she eyed his big rigid cock with hunger. It was different from Kent's in a lot of ways-longer, thicker, springing from a much thicker bush of pubic hair, and his long pendulous balls with their thick coat of silvery hairs excited her, too. She sensed power, brutality, and rape in Shep-and she wanted it. She wanted to be seized, forced, and fucked silly. As he laid one rough hand on her plump white tit, she shivered with anticipation.
"Wal, little girl?" Shep grinned. "You ready for some real action?"
Kitty wanted to shout her readiness, but in order to spare Kent's feelings, she only nodded shyly and lowered her eyes. Shep chuckled and reached for her. To her surprise, he rolled onto his back and lifted her up to straddle him. She found herself sitting over his loins, a knee on either side of his hard sweaty body, and his heavy prick pointing straight up and tickling the soft blonde fur of her cunt. Shep leered up at her and licked his lips.
"Go ahead, honey," he said, "put it in."
Kitty got the idea at once. Giggling, she seized his prick-it was red hot and hard as a rock, throbbing with its load. She maneuvered the bulbous dripping cockhead into the steamy folds of her pussylips, guiding it eagerly to the tiny recessed mouth of her cunt. Shep watched her with a lewd expression that really turned her on. Unlike Kent, Shep was absolutely sure of himself, not clumsy or hesitant.
"That's right, honey," he said lazily. "You just take that good meat and stick it in that sweet little pussy of yours. I'll give you a ride you ain't never gonna forget."
Kitty believed it, and in hot anticipation her tiny cunt spat out a flood of steamy juice that wetted the curly gray hairs of his pubic bush. Horny and trembling, she stuffed the giant purple head of his big prick into her hot little cunt-mouth. It was a very tight fit, almost frighteningly tight, and Kitty hesitated for a moment, remembering the pain of her first fuck.
"It ain't too big for you," Shep said soothingly. "You just slide down on it, sweetheart, nice an' easy. It'll be okay."
Lust overcame her fear, and Kitty did as he said, slowly impaling herself on his mammoth rigid cock. As it went into her, she felt fantastic pleasure, and her little nipping cunt boiled in welcome.
"Ooooo," she squealed, "oooo, it's so BIG!"
Again Kent pounded his fist in helpless anger. Dammit all, why did Shep have to move in on his action? Kent knew he was no match for the older man. Shep had the experience, the confidence, and he even had a bigger cock. But Kent refused to be defeated. He'd wait in silence, but when Shep finished with her, Kent was going to give his naughty little cousin a fucking she'd never forget....
As Kitty slid slowly down the deliriously fat hard pole of Shep's engorged cock, her normally angelic face twisted into a leer of lust. Her blue eyes rolled wildly, her little teeth flashed, and her nostrils flared. Hot steamy juice poured from her slowly penetrated cunt to soak Shep's wiry gray pubic bush, and her cuntal walls got so hot that he felt his dick was burning up. She was tight-oh, God, was she tight-the snuggest, hottest little cunt he'd ever been in. He loved Dora, but this little chick was going to make a fine diversion when he felt like having something different. He grinned up at the flushed girl and reached out to fondle her plump white titties.
"You're doin' jes fine, honey," he said. "That feels mighty good to me. You like it?"
"Oh, wow, yes," sighed Kitty. "I just love it, Shep ... OH! It's all the way in now!"
"It sure is," sighed Shep as he felt his balls come to rest against her silky inner thighs. "Now you jes hang on, baby, and I'll give you a good hard fuckin'."
Kitty gasped as Shep began to fuck her-hard and deep and fast. At first it was a little frightening to feel his mammoth hard cock raking and stuffing her tiny passage, filling her so full and so hard that the breath was knocked out of her. In a moment, though, she realized that this brutal fucking was exactly what she'd wanted. Kent's gentle strokes, his considerate lovemaking, were fine, but she'd also needed this virile pounding to satisfy her seemingly endless horniness.
Yes, why have only one lover, when you could have two? Indeed, why limit yourself to two? Lusty little Kitty felt like she wanted to fuck every man in the world. She wondered how long that would take her-but she couldn't concentrate. Shep's big jerking cock was fucking her into mindless joy, and all she could do was ride with it, bouncing and squealing on top of him, her pretty tits jiggling wildly. Red-hot friction seethed in her nipping little cunt as his gigantic cock reamed and sawed and pounded. It was really a grown-up fuck, and she loved it.
"OOOOO!" she wailed. "Yes, YES...."
Shep grinned triumphantly as he watched the ecstatic girl who straddled him. He could tell she was having the time of her life and that she enjoyed every second of his brutal fucking. So she didn't think he was too old for her after all! It was great for Shep's ego to fuck this cute little girl silly, to have been the lover of two women in one day. He felt a little sorry for Kent, who was sulking nearby, but what the hell. The kid had his life ahead of him, while Shep intended to make good use of the years he had left. He redoubled his efforts, fucking Kitty so hard that she bounced heavily on his belly and almost fell off.
"Oh, Shep," she gasped, "it's so good, so fuckin' good ... I'm gonna come ... OHHHH!"
Kitty's blue eyes rolled wildly, and her voice became shrill as the violent waves of orgasm washed over her. Shep didn't slacken his pace a bit, though sweat poured from his laboring body. Only when the pretty teenager had stopped shaking and shrieking did he allow himself to come also. With a yelp of delight he shot his thick steamy cum into her narrow cunt, overflowing the tiny passage so that the sticky juice flooded down the rigid pole of his cock and soaked his pounding balls.
"Aw, man, what a tight little pussy," Shep sighed as the exhausted girl finally slipped off him. "That was a damn good fuck, honey."
Kitty giggled. "I'll say it was!"
"Now will you leave us alone?" Kent said angrily to Shep.
The older man grinned. "Aw, don't take it so hard, boy. She's still your woman. After all, it wasn't fair for you two to have all the fun, was it? Us old folks need a few kicks, too."
Kent nodded grudgingly, and Shep laughed again and clapped him on the shoulder. They'd been friends a long time, and he figured the kid wouldn't hold his grudge for long. Shep got dressed and slipped nimbly down the ladder, leaving the kids to their fun. He didn't want to monopolize
Kent's girl. He just wanted a little fun with her now and then. He headed back to his true love, Dora, to see if she was awake.
When Shep had gone, Kent said coldly to Kitty, "You really got off on that, didn't you? I suppose he's a better fuck than I am?"
Kitty gently put her arm around him. "Kent," she said, "I love you. I'd rather be with you than anyone else. But there's nothing wrong with having a little fun, is there? It didn't mean anything more than that. Come on, let's start where we left off."
"You mean you wanta fuck again?" Kent said incredulously.
Kitty grinned mischievously. "Why not? The more the better."
In fact she felt as if she could fuck all night. Once she'd been introduced to the joys of sex, she just couldn't get enough. She wanted it all the time, and the brutal deep fuck with Shep had only been like an appetizer to the horny girl. She rolled onto her hands and knees and stuck her cute little white ass into the air, lewdly inviting her cousin to fuck her. There was not an ounce of shame or shyness in her pert body, only joy and excitement.
"Come on, Kent," she said. "Don't just sit there sulking. Let's have some fun!"
Kent eyed her for a long moment, his pride competing with his lust. He wanted Kitty terribly, but she'd just fucked with another man-and she'd done it right in front of Kent. He felt hurt and jealous. Above all, however, he wanted to be Kitty's favorite, and now he had a chance to win her back. He wanted to prove to her that he was a much better lover than Shep. By God, he'd do it, if he had to fuck her all day! He wasn't going to let a dirty old man beat him out.
"All right," he said determinedly. "Get ready, because I'm gonna fuck you a lot harder than Shep did."
Kitty grinned delightedly. This was exactly what she wanted, for Kent to be spurred by anger into improving his performance. Her little cunt grew hot and steamy with lust as she waited for the flushed boy to mount her. Even though her tiny pussy had just been thoroughly reamed and stuffed by Shep's big thick cock, she was already eager for more.
Kent knelt behind his pretty cousin and prepared to ram his rigid young dick into her as hard as he could. By God, if that was the way she wanted it, that's how she was going to get it! He seized her slim silky hips to steady himself, aimed the rosy drooling head of his cock toward her plump little wet cunt, then pushed forward with all his strength.
"OOOOOO!" Kitty screamed. "Kent, NO! You've got the wrong place!"
Kent didn't understand for a moment. He had his eyes closed in bliss, for with that single cruel jab he felt his hungry cock lodged in exquisite clinging tightness and burning heat. Never had Kitty been so tight, in fact, even when he'd popped her cherry. Her agonized screams alerted him, however. Something was wrong. He looked down and saw, to his amazement and horror, that he'd thrust his thick cock right into her tiny wrinkled brown asshole.
"Oh, wow, I'm sorry!" he gasped. "Jesus, I didn't mean to do it to you there!"
Poor Kitty's tiny asshole was stretched almost to bursting by his thick cock. He'd thrust his cock halfway into her, but he couldn't understand how he'd gotten even that far, she was so tight. It felt delicious to have his swollen prick gripped and squeezed by the strong muscles of her asshole, and secretly he wanted to go on fucking her there. But it was hurting her, and he must stop. Very gently Kent began to withdraw.
"Ooooo," Kitty moaned, "oooohhhh ... Oh, Kent, it hurt so much when you did that ... But now ... Oh, wow, Kent, I think I like it. Fuck me a little. But gently, okay?"
She had to be kidding! Kent couldn't understand how she could enjoy a thing like that. He looked again at the seemingly monstrous girth of his cock and at the small mouth of her asshole, now stretched and distended by a thickness which was never meant to be there. Shaking his head in disbelief, he nevertheless did as she asked, gently and slowly working his rigid cock in the exquisite tightness of her shit chute. Kitty breathed very softly and hardly even moved for a moment, and then he felt her steamy cunt-juices trickling over his swollen balls.
"Oh, wow, yes," she whimpered. "It's really good, Kent. Fuck me in the ass, yessss ... Oh, yes! You can do it harder now. Just like it was my cunt!"
Kent was only too glad to obey. It wasn't just like her cunt-it was better. It was so tight and hot and slick in her burning ass that he had to fight himself to keep from coming. Moaning blissfully, the boy began to work his drooling cock deeper and deeper into her steamy gripping asshole, and as he did so, she moaned, too, and her cunt-juice flooded over his dangling balls. It seemed hard to believe, but little Kitty liked getting it in the ass every bit as much as she liked it in her cunt. Her voice became husky with pleasure as Kent completed his slow delicious penetration, pushing into her pungent little asshole till at last his balls came to rest against her quivering tight asscheeks.
"Does it hurt?" he asked nervously.
"N-no," panted Kitty. "It's far out, Kent! I just love it! Fuck my ass hard, darling, HARD!"
Kent obeyed, and Kitty was soon yelping and moaning like a wild woman, completely lost in the joy of his swift deep ass-fucking. She loved the deep thrusts, the full stuffing, and the sweet burning friction of this strange new way of making love. It wasn't long before she experienced the most powerful climax of her young life, and not much longer than that till Kent shot load after load of sizzling cum into her receptive nipping asshole.
Kitty flashed that every part of her body, even her asshole, was a source of pleasure, and that she wanted to experience every kind of kinky sex act there was. She wanted to do it with Kent, with Shep, with any man who could get his cock up and use it. Kitty felt ready for anything.
As the sighing cousins collapsed into each other's arms, they heard a plaintive howling and barking from the ground floor of the barn. "Oh, it's my darn dog," said Kent. "I guess he misses me.
"Then bring him up here," said Kitty. A very wicked idea had just occurred to her.
CHAPTER NINE
Kitty wasn't too fond of dogs, and she'd never liked Kent's big German shepherd very much. In fact she'd chase it away when it tried to follow her and Kent, and the poor animal would slink mournfully behind them, wanting his master's attention but thrust aside in favor of Kitty. Often Rex would howl and bark to get Kent's notice, but up to now Kitty had demanded that he keep the dog away from her.
"You sure you want him up here?" Kent asked. "It'd make him really happy, but I know you don't like dogs."
"Oh, it's all right," said Kitty casually. "I know he misses you. Go ahead."
"Great," said Kent, "maybe then he'll shut up." The naked boy leaned over the side of the hay loft and called, "Rex! Here, boy! It's okay-come on!"
Rex yelped joyfully and sprang for the ladder. The huge shaggy animal was up the ladder and into the loft in what looked like a single bound. He joyfully licked Kent's face and practically knocked the boy over. Kent laughed and petted him. "Yeah, boy, it's okay," he said. "But take it easy. Shit, you'd think I'd been gone for weeks."
"He's just glad to see you, that's all," said Kitty. "I wonder if he'd let me pet him?"
"Sure," said Kent, "but I don't get it. I thought you said he smelled bad."
"No worse than other dogs," said Kitty. "Here, Rex. Come here, boy."
The big panting dog looked at her doubtfully. He knew the girl didn't like him, and for a moment he hesitated to approach her. Kent gave him a reassuring pat, and the big dog finally trotted over to Kitty and smelled her. He liked what he smelled. There was no fear or hostility, and there was a very strong scent that powerfully attracted him. It was the strong smell of sex, the combined odors of Kent's cum and Kitty's horny cunt-juices.
Rex pricked up his ears, wagged his tail vigorously, and began to sniff all around the smiling girl. He wanted to find the source of that enticing scent. He allowed Kitty to pet his shaggy gray coat, and soon the girl was caressing him all over. Kent watched, puzzled and amused. How come Kitty had changed her mind about the dog?
Kitty could not have told her cousin just then why she'd had a change of heart. She felt only a wicked curiosity about the dog, a desire to explore his powerful furry body. She petted his back but slowly worked her way to his thick-furred belly, and soon she found what she was seeking. Dogs were built like people, after all. Rex had a huge hot pair of balls that overflowed her little hand, and he had a long drooping cock bigger than any human's. That was what really excited her, that incredibly long thick dog-cock. She wondered how an organ that size would feel in her ever-horny little cunt. She blushed a little when she thought of it, but really she felt very little shame over her naughty idea. To Kitty, life meant having fun, and she didn't care what form the fun took. If she could get it on with a dog, why not? Nobody would be hurt.
Rex stiffened, then trembled with mounting pleasure as the girl touched and caressed his cock. His master had never touched him there, and he liked the sensation. Her small warm hand curled around his cock and began mischievously pumping it, exciting the big dog into a frenzy of panting and tail wagging. There was still that enticing scene, too, the strong sexual smell of the girl which so much aroused him.
Rex obediently stood still for her bizarre caressing, but he continued to sniff the air for the source of that arousing odor. At last he located it-right between her legs. He was sure it was there, and in his eagerness the huge dog thrust his cold wet nose into her little golden cunt-muff, knocking her over onto her back. Kitty squealed in surprise as the German shepherd slid his wet nose right into her dripping little snatch and began to lick her there with his long red lolling tongue.
"Rex, no!" cried Kent. "Bad dogi"
"No, wait, Kent!" Kitty gasped. "It's all right. I want him to do it."
Kent gawked at her. His pretty little cousin lay on her back in the hay, stark naked, and opened her slim legs wide to the panting dog. She exposed her whole pink wet runt and shivered with delight when Rex's rough hot tongue began to lap all the way from her cum-filled asshole to the sensitive little bud of her clit. The dog's tongue felt much better than any human tongue-it was rougher, bigger, wetter. Stabs of pleasure radiated through her loins, and the eager cream flooded from her horny little cunt as Rex licked her into a panting frenzy of pleasure.
"But, Kitty," Kent said, horrified, "he's a dog, for chrissake! A dog is licking your pussy!"
"I know that, silly," Kitty said impatiently. "I want him to. It feels great, Kent. It feels fantastic. Ohhh, it's good!" She reached up into the dog's shaggy belly and seized has big cock again, pumping it eagerly. Already it was bigger and stiffer than when she'd first touched it, and she knew, with secret delight, that she was getting the dog aroused.
Kent shook his head in wonder. Was there no end to Kitty's lust? He was content just to fuck, but already she was looking for strange and kinky ways of increasing her pleasure. She actually dug having the dog licking her cunt, and now she was playing with his cock. Kent didn't know whether to disapprove or laugh. He reserved judgment and just watched. In spite of himself, he found the lewd scene kind of a turn-on. But what could Kitty be thinking of? Why had she gone out of her way to arouse the animal? Kent couldn't figure it out.
"Oh, fantastic," Kitty moaned. "So good, so goood...."
In his eagerness to lap up all her delicious juices, Rex was licking her hot little cunt furiously, digging into every orifice and fold. Not even the tight muscular mouth of her asshole could keep out his eager tongue, and he reamed it deeply and thoroughly in his search for her salty juices. Kitty squealed with delight as the dog's long slick tongue snaked up her sensitive little asshole, sending incredible jolts of pleasure through her whole quaking body. She'd had her cunt eaten before, but never like this.
Rex's slick hot tongue cleansed her tight little asshole of every drop of tasty jism, then glided tantalizingly through the sensitive folds of her pussy lips, making the girl squeal with pleasure. She held her breath in taut excitement as the dog's tickling tongue lingered just at the mouth of her hungry little cunt.
"Ahhhh," she wailed as the long stiff tongue snaked into her creamy little pussy. "Ooooo, yesss...."
Kent watched in amazement as his innocent-looking little cousin threw her legs wide open to the eager German shepherd as the dog's gleaming red tongue disappeared up her wet cunt. Kitty's face reflected the ecstasy and excitement she felt as her greedy little cunt was completely reamed and cleaned by the hungry dog. Her blue eyes rolled crazily, her nostrils flared, and her little pink tongue darted out to lick her lips.
In spite of himself, Kent began to get a hard-on of mammoth proportions just from watching her. He disapproved of what she was doing-at least he vaguely felt it wasn't right-but her obvious lust and enjoyment were catching. He leaned closer so as to get a better view of the scene, and he noted that even in her wild bliss Kitty was still maintaining a firm grip on Rex's huge canine prick and was pumping it like crazy.
"Kitty," he cautioned, "you're making Rex too excited."
"Ummm," replied Kitty, not even hearing him.
But Kent was right. The big shaggy dog was becoming powerfully aroused. He whined and panted, his hair stood on end, and his great body shivered as Kitty went on pumping and squeezing his cock. Kent gawked at the huge canine organ and saw that it had grown immensely long and thick and swollen from Kitty's petting. No doubt about it, Rex was ready to fuck-which was too bad, because there wasn't a female dog within ten miles. It really wasn't very nice of Kitty to get the animal aroused like that, since Rex could get no satisfaction for his shivering, whining lust. But Kent didn't interfere. He knew Rex, and the dog would be angered if he were pulled away from the scene now.
Rex meanwhile finished cleaning out Kitty's tasty little cunt and moved on to lick the tiny twitching bud of her clit. Kitty turned pink all over with horny arousal and threw her slim legs even wider apart to give the hungry animal room. Fierce pangs of pleasure melted her loins as the wet rough tongue played teasingly over the most sensitive part of her body. She was very close to coming, yet she held out, wanting to prolong this bizarre but delightful sex-game as long as she could.
She glanced up at Rex's huge doggy prick, which she still held tightly in her little hand. His giant cock was about nine inches long, bright red, and hard as a rock. Its size almost frightened Kitty, yet at the same time it excited her. Could she possibly take a prick that size into her cunt? Would the pain be too awful? She hesitated, yet she yearned to try. Well, what could she lose? If it hurt, she could always pull away.
Kent gawked as Kitty suddenly rolled away from the dog and onto her hands and knees, sticking her cute little ass high in the air. What the hell was this crazy chick up to now?
"Come on, Rex," she panted. "Good doggie. Come on!"
Rex looked a little bewildered. He didn't understand what the girl wanted. He approached her eagerly enough, wanting to lick all those tasty places between her legs again, but she said, "No, Rex. Not that."
The dog whined uncertainly and wagged his tail. The sexual scent was still strong and tantalizing from between her legs, yet she wanted something else from him. Then something came together in the dog's mind-the enticing scent, the lust to mate, and above all, the girl's posture, which exactly resembled that of a bitch in heat. The raised ass triggered in Rex the response Kitty wanted.
With a lusty growl the huge German shepherd leaped behind her and mounted her, his tail wagging furiously. His long red tongue lolled out, dripping saliva, and his brown eyes gleamed with life as he wrapped his long furry forelegs snugly around her soft little body. Kitty felt herself wrapped in a powerful furry embrace, and she realized that she could not pull away from the determined animal even if she wanted to. Rex had the idea, all right, and he wasn't going to let go. Kitty whimpered in sudden fright as she felt the hot hard tip of the dog's giant cock butting roughly in the tender tissues of her cunt, seeking entrance to her body. My God, what if he was too big for her?
Kent was alarmed, too. Once his astonishment had passed and he realized that Kitty actually meant to fuck the dog, he said-nervously, "Kitty, his cock's much too big for you. You better stop him."
"I can't, Kent," she said weakly. "He's holding me too tight. You'll have to-OOOHHH!"
Kitty gasped loudly as the gigantic dog cock slammed into her tiny quaking cunt. She hadn't expected it. She'd thought Rex would be too clumsy to find her cunt, that she still had time to get away. But suddenly it was stuffing her so full she could hardly breathe, stuffing her tiny teenage cunt almost to bursting.
Rex gave a blissful howl as he struck the mark and felt his hardened cock encased in delicious wet tightness. The powerful animal jerked his hips violently, seeking to penetrate her all the way, and in moments he was successful, his mammoth prick butting her tender womb. Hugging the girl fiercely, his lolling red tongue dripping saliva on her trembling back, the dog settled down to fuck her in the only way he knew-quickly and brutally. His furry hips jerked with blinding speed, and he panted loudly, a blissful doggy grin splitting his face. His enormously thick cock reamed her tiny cunt so thoroughly that her cream was forced out in loud squishy blasts to wet his furry belly.
"Oh, shit," cried Kent, "he's doing it! Should I pull him off, Kitty? Does it hurt?"
Her reply was a while in coming, for she hadn't caught her breath yet. That mammoth dog prick seemed to fill her whole body, hardly giving her room to breathe. At last she caught the dog's quick rhythm, however, and learned to move her horny little body along with it. That was when her fright passed, when it started feeling good. Fantastically good. She knew her tiny cunt was close to splitting with that huge cock pounding deep in it, but she also knew that if she relaxed and rode with it, she'd be all right. Now she began to love the huge cruel dog cock, the savage pounding, a mightier fuck than any human being could give her. She knew instinctively that this was the greatest fuck of her life, the best she'd ever have-unless she and Rex became permanent friends.
"Oh, no, Kent," she panted, "don't stop him. It feels great! Oh, WOW, is it good...."
Kent flopped back in the hay and grinned fiendishly. At last he understood his strange little cousin and realized that he need never worry about her. No, all he had to do was enjoy. Kitty could take care of herself. Kent now understood that all she wanted in life was pleasure, every kind of kinky pleasure she could find, and that if he wanted to go along with her, he could have those pleasures, too. When Rex finished with her, that amazingly horny little girl would be ready for yet another fuck-this time from Kent. He intended to fuck her in the ass, recalling how deliciously tight she was there, and his cock strained and swelled in anticipation. Yet he wasn't impatient. Kitty would always welcome him, always be ready....
* * *
"Oh, Shep, I just can't believe it. I'm so happy." Dora lay naked and glowing on the guest bed, Shep's long limp cock still snugly lodged in her satisfied cunt. He'd wakened her from her nap and fucked her again, a fantastic pleasure in itself, but now something even better had happened. He'd asked her to marry him, and she'd gladly accepted. Not only could she fuck him without a guilty conscience if she was his wife, but she also felt a deep fondness for this man who'd worked so hard and faithfully for her over the years. Her loneliness was ended. She didn't need religious fanaticism, didn't need a puritanical mind, not now. With the farm, Shep, and the kids, she had everything she wanted.
"I'm glad you're happy, Miss Dora," Shep said fondly. "It'd please me more than anything to keep you happy."
Dora blushed. "Why, Shep, I want to make you happy, too. I'll start right away. I don't need to be this fat. I can take off weight-"
"Oh, no," Shep interrupted. "Hold on. I like you just the way you are, lady. I like some meat on my women. No, don't change a thing for me. Nothing needs to change around here except one thing."
"What's that, Shep?" said Dora.
"Miss Kitty," he said. "She's gotta be one of the family. She's better off here with us than with her parents. She's been a good girl all summer, Dora, and I think you should keep her. What do ya say?"
"Why, Shep, I think that's a wonderful idea," said Dora, "and so thoughtful of you. Kitty makes such a nice companion for Kent, too. I'm sure they'll be very happy if we keep Kitty on."
Shep averted his face so Dora couldn't see his lewd grin. Oh, yes, those kids would be very happy-but he could never tell Dora the reason why. She'd loosened up a lot the past few days, but not that much. Not enough to allow two horny teenagers to fuck each other all over the farm. But at least he'd made it possible for them to stay together-and he knew that sweet little Kitty would be available to him, too, any time he wanted her. Yessir, a happy ending, just like in the movies.
"Well," Dora said briskly, "I guess I'd better go start the supper. Maybe you can round up the kids, Shep, and get them in here in about an hour?"
"Sure will," said Shep. "I think I know where to find 'em."
* * *
Shep strolled out of the house humming to himself, swaggering along toward the bam. By Jesus, he had it made. He wouldn't be a hired hand any more, but the husband of the boss. He wouldn't be alone at night any more, forced to jerk off, but would have that big beautiful woman to fuck any time he wanted to. There was just one more thing to settle-would the kids go along with it? As long as he was getting lucky, he wanted to get real lucky-and that included having pretty little Kitty at his disposal whenever he wanted some variety. He just didn't know if the kids would buy it, though. Young Kent hadn't been too pleased today when Shep fucked his girl.
Shep cocked his ear outside the bam, heard the expected noises, and then padded softly inside. The ecstatic cries, the loud panting, the wet slurp-slurp of cock reaming cunt-all told him that the tireless teenagers were at it again. He chuckled softly and shook his head, wishing he had their energy. Silently and swiftly he climbed the ladder to the loft and peered over the edge.
"Holy sheee-it!" he exclaimed.
He knew Kitty was a brazen little bitch and would try almost anything for kicks, but he'd never expected this. Kent was sitting to one side, watching goggle-eyed, as Kitty tried it on with a brand-new partner-the big German shepherd, Rex. For a moment Shep couldn't believe his eyes.
The tiny girl was on her hands and knees, wrapped in the dog's powerful furry embrace, and her whole body shook under Rex's savage sexual assault. From where he stood, Shep could see the animal's enormous cock, bigger than any man's, pounding relentlessly and deeply into that nearly virgin cunt, whose tightness Shep well remembered. It seemed an impossible fit, seemed it would hurt her, and yet Kitty was in a fit of crazy ecstasy, wailing and moaning her joy, clawing the hay, slamming her little cunt blissfully in time with the dog's deep strokes. She grinned lewdly, licked her lips, and was totally unaware of her wondering audience. In short, little Kitty was getting fucked by a dog and loving every second of it.
"I'll be a sonofagun," said Shep.
He climbed up into the loft and sat down beside Kent to watch. The boy only nodded at him, intent on the bizarre scene a few feet away. The mammoth dog cock kept up its furious pounding in Kitty's tiny cunt, and her pussy-cream poured out steadily to lubricate Rex's assault. Shep had only been watching a few moments when Kitty suddenly let out a piercing scream of joy and began to come. Her tiny body was rocked and shaken with the most powerful climax she'd ever experienced, and the dog had to cling to her tightly in order not to be thrown off. Her tiny cunt went into violent spasms, nipping and squeezing the dog's deeply buried prick, and this in turn triggered Rex's orgasm.
The dog howled shrilly, his brown eyes rolled, and his shaggy hips began pounding even faster, at blinding speed, as he jerked out his steamy dog-cum. Rex pounded her relentlessly right up to his last ounce of strength, then fell panting from her body to lie in the hay. Kent and Shep could see the heavy thick flood of dog-jism pouring from her tiny cunt-mouth as Kitty, too, slumped into the hay and sighed with deep satisfaction.
When she had caught her breath, she looked up and said casually, "Oh, hi, Shep."
"'Hi'?" he laughed. "That all you got to say, little lady? It ain't every day I come into the barn and find a girl fucMn' a dog. Whose idea, was that, anyhow?"
"Mine," sighed Kitty. "I just thought it'd be fun. And it was. Oh, wow, was it fun!"
Shep laughed and shook his head. "If you say so. But, listen here. I got some good news. Me an' Miss Dora is gonna get married, and she says it's okay if Kitty stays on, just like a daughter. How about that, Miss Kitty? You wanta go home or stay here?"
"Are you kidding?" Kitty laughed. "Of course I want to stay here. I don't ever want to be away from Kent. But do you think Aunt Dora will loosen up a little and let us be together more?"
"She may not loosen up," said Shep, "but I'll see that you two have all the time together you want."
"Far out!" said Kent, clapping the older man on the shoulder. "You're so good to us, Shep. Can't we do you a favor in return?"
Shep leered at him, and Kent blushed. "Oh, I get it. You want-"
"Yep," said Shep. "Whenever the urge hits me, I wanta have a little fun with Miss Kitty here. Whaddya say, boy? Is the price too high?"
Kent sighed. He knew he'd never be man enough to hold Kitty, for no man could dp that. She needed many men, many experiences, and no single person could satisfy all her wants. She'd always love Kent, of course, but he had to give up the notion of monopolizing a girl like that. He gave up graciously. Kitty would always have enough for him, even if he didn't have enough for her.
"It's a deal," he told Shep. "That is, if it's okay with you, Kitty."
"Great," said Kitty, without a blush. "And we keep everything secret from Aunt Dora?"
"That's about the size of it," said Shep. "So it's settled. We can get on to some action now."
"Action?" said Kent.
"Yeah, I got somethin' in mind that little Miss Kitty will really like," Shep chuckled. "If I know Miss Kitty, that is-and I think I do."
"What is it, Shep?" Kitty said eagerly.
"You'll see in about one minute," said Shep, beginning to take off his clothes. The two kids watched, admiring his powerful hard body and its matting of silver hair. His big cock snapped to attention as he pulled off his jeans, grossly swollen, drooling thick cream, and hugging his flat belly. His huge balls loomed fat and swollen below the thick bush of silver pubic hair. Kitty found herself enormously excited by it, even though she'd just been vigorously fucked by the dog, and again her cunt boiled and creamed lustily. She knew she'd never get enough of sex, but for the time being she didn't have to worry about getting off. She had
Kent, Shep, and the dog, and many delightful days lay ahead of her.
Shep moved over to Kitty and expertly flipped her onto her belly, pulling her on top of him. He could hardly wait to stick his swollen cock into that red-hot little pussy of hers-and in fact he didn't wait. The astonished girl was hardly on top of him before he jabbed his cock deep into her mushy little cunt, making her gasp with sudden pleasure.
"Now, you just hang on, honey," he said. "We ain't ready yet."
"I'm ready," Kitty sighed, wriggling impatiently on the thick impalement of his swollen cock.
"Boy, come here," Shep said to Kent. "You get behind her and stick it in her ass."
"You mean we both do it at the same time?" said Kent, gawking.
"Sure, why not?" Shep grinned. "Saves time, don't it? And nobody has to be left out."
"Sounds weird," said Kent, "but I guess it makes sense."
He felt up for anything. Crawling behind Kitty, he spread the plump white cheeks of her adorable little ass and eyed the tiny wrinkled brown mouth of her asshole. He fitted the drooling head of his stiff cock to the little clenched hole, then pushed. Kitty was way ahead of him, as usual, and had already relaxed the tight sphincter muscle so he could get in. She gave a shrill squeal of pleasure as she felt Kent's thick cock gliding swiftly up her ass, plunging deeply into her bowels. Kent shivered happily to find his horny cock encased in that tightest of all places.
"Everybody set?" panted Shep.
The kids sighed their acknowledgement.
"Then let's go!" Shep barked.
Kitty wailed blissfully as she felt the combined pounding of two stiff cocks in her cunt and asshole. What more could a horny teenage girl want? It was going to be a fantastic summer, that was for sure. She thought briefly of her stern strict parents, and she didn't miss them at-all. She just felt sorry for them, because they'd never know the joys of sex, of being free and wild and open to all kinds of fun. Poor Mom and Dad, they'd die if they could see her now.
Kent sweated and moaned and fucked her eager little ass with his swollen cock. Shep sweated, too, as he fucked her nipping wet cunt with all his strength. He grinned up at her, and Kitty met his eye and grinned back.
