The onset of puberty invariably brings with it the dawning awareness of sexuality, of a child's inherent masculinity or femininity, and the struggle to put that sexuality into proper perspective.
For some, the transition occurs with relative ease. For others the change is marked by tension and anxiety, and a growing awareness that their world is changing much faster than they would like.
For the young farm girl in this book, the initiation into the world of sexuality is both a delight and a terror. Eager to explore the bounds of her femininity, she finds herself looking not only toward her boy friend, but also her younger brother, who himself is just now experiencing his sexual awakening.
And then her world is turned upside down by events which are beyond her power to control. She finds that there is as much hate in the world as there is love, and she learns to distinguish between those who hate -- her depraved sister and aunt -- and those who love -- her father, her boy friend, and even a young clergyman.
THE FARMER'S DAUGHTER -- the story of a young girl's struggle to make her own, very personal transition into adulthood, a quiet struggle evolving behind the facade of her day-to-day existence, yet inexorably leading her onward into maturity. Her story is an intimate reminder of the pitfalls standing in the way of those growing up. It is a lesson for society.
The Publisher
Chapter One
For the third time in as many minutes she cursed her father for neither fixing the hot water heater nor the wheel on the small wagon. If she had to haul firewood up to the wash house, so the water could be heated for the chores, then the least her father could do was fix the wagon so she could haul it.
Perspiration ran in rivulets off her face, across her neck, and disappeared into the deep cleft between her tits. The tits themselves were barely contained by last summer's halter. Pa had told her that things had changed this year. There just wouldn't be enough money for new clothes. Consequently the silver-dollar-sized areolas around her nipples peeked out above the material if she moved to any position other than standing exactly straight up.
Kneeling beside the wagon, pushing with all her might to get the pesky wheel back on the flimsy axle, one side of the garment gave up and her right tit leapt free. Rather than lose the advantage she had gained on the wheel, she paid no attention to it.
"You need some help there, Alma Mae?"
She looked up. The blond-haired, handsome face stared directly down at her, the pixie grin belying the well over six-foot-two frame it topped. "What are you smilin' at, Rafer Clooney?"
"Oh, nothin'. It's just that I ain't seen you much since last summer, what with you in school an' me workin' an' all. I was just noticin' how much you growed up."
She followed his stare down to her naked, swaying tit. Her face turned crimson as she let the wagon fall and stood. She tugged at the halter and pushed at her tit until most of the fleshy globe was again secure inside the material.
She should have been wearing a bra, she thought, but they too had gotten too small for her and they hurt.
He stood, smiling like an idiot as he let his eyes take in what he saw as the suddenly matured perfection of her young body. Long brown legs seemed to go up forever until they met her tight, cut-off jeans. There they molded into wide, flaring hips and firm asscheeks. Her waist was so thin he could have gotten his huge hands all the way around it. The tits were a different story. One of his hands could never encompass the round fullness of just one of them.
He was right, she thought. That winter everything had happened to her body. She had blossomed, both mentally and physically. Her younger brother, Able, had discovered it, even before she had noticed it. She had the sneaking suspicion, from the looks he gave her, that Pa had discovered it too.
From the time she was eleven, living on a farm as she had all her life, she had known about sex as if she were an adult. But that winter, right after her thirteenth birthday, she had realized that physically she had come of age.
"You sure have."
His voice jerked her back to the present. "I've what?"
"Growed up... and out," he said, his smile becoming a leer.
He was looking directly at her crotch. She lightened her muscles and realized why. The cut-offs were also too small for her. They had crept up and the lips of her cunt had opened so the material had slipped inside her crack. Without looking she knew her cuntal mound was clearly outlined in the jeans.
"Yeah, I need some help," she said, grasping the bottoms of the jeans and pulling them down.
He smiled. "All right. I'll hold the wagon up and you push the wheel on."
She knelt with the wheel in her hands as he did easily, with just the strength in his heavily muscled arms, what she had been forced to use a long pole in order to accomplish.
As she worked with the wheel she couldn't help but notice and admire the corded rippling beneath the tawny skin on his arms. He worked his father's fields, across the creek, from daylight till dark during the season. The sun and hard work had given him a broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped athlete's body.
As she shoved the wheel over the axle and used a small nail for a cotter pin, she sensed his eyes, above her, staring down her front at the dark valley between her tits.
When she was finished they stood up at the same time. She found herself so close to him that the hardened nipples of her tits touched his chest. They both jumped awkwardly as the tension of passion passed between them. And, as their eyes met, they both wished they hadn't.
But, for the moment, the slender thread between them was broken.
"Where you goin' with that wood?"
"Wash house."
He laughed. "Water heater broke down again, huh? I'll tote it up there for ya."
He didn't wait for her to agree or disagree. He grabbed the tongue of the wagon and started puffing, heading for the rocky, pot-hole infested path that led up to the house.
She was almost glad that he had taken the initiative even though she was sure she would have to fight him off once they got up to the wash house.
She remembered the times they had played together the previous summer. She hadn't fought him off then. But then she couldn't have gotten pregnant even if he had been able to get his big cock inside her cunt.
Two or three times a week, that summer, Rafer would come over, after chores and supper, to play catch with her brother, Able, who was a year younger than Alma Mae.
One night Able had gone into town on his bicycle to buy tobacco for Pa. Rafer said he might just as well wait around until Able came back. He followed Alma Mae around for company while she curried her one prize possession, her mare, Lady Belle.
"You're gettin' to be pretty as all get out, Alma Mae," he had said.
"Go on!" she replied, her face turning red under his stare. But, secretly, she had liked what he said. At only twelve, Alma Mae would truly have loved to take Rafer away from Sue Ann Halle. She hated Sue Ann, who was so uppity just because she had big tits already and hair around her cunt.
"No, I mean it," he said, placing his hands on her hips. "How about you lettin' me kiss you once an' I'll show ya?"
"No, we daren't," she said, feeling the warmth of his hands move up across her back. "Pa's liable to come out."
"You know he won't. Hell, you couldn't pull him away from that television set of his this time of night, no way."
"Well... all right. Just one."
He kissed her, his tongue slowly insinuating itself between her lips, and then her teeth, until it met hers.
At first she fought it but slowly things started happening to her mind and body, as his tongue bathed the whole inside of her mouth and sucked on her tongue. She returned the ardor of his kiss with hers and melted her body against his.
Just outside the stall an old car seat rested against the barn wall. Before she realized it he had guided her to it. She felt him falling backward. He still clutched her tightly and suddenly she found herself on his lap. One of his big hands shifted to a position under her knees and between her legs as he kissed her on the cheek and neck and rolled her across his body.
"I said just once, Rafer." She knew there wasn't much conviction in her voice, but she struggled halfway out of his arms anyway.
When he laughed and pulled her back down his hand was higher, between her thighs. She squeezed her legs tightly together, not letting his hand come clear up to her cunt.
"I suppose you do this with Sue Ann Halle," she said.
"Sum, all the time," he replied. "Hell, Alma Mae, me and Sue Ann do a lot more than this."
"Like what?" Her curiosity was heightened.
"Want me to show you?"
"Tell me."
"We fuck."
Alma knew what he meant, but she wasn't sure she believed him. She had been to Sue Ann's house a lot and she was sure that if Sue Ann had really been fucking already she would have bragged about it to her.
"I don't believe you," she said.
"It's true, I swear."
Suddenly Alma Mae did believe him and it made her mad. She knew she could do anything Sue Ann could do and probably do it a lot better. Ever since she had spent a whole night with Sue Ann and the girl had bragged about how big her tits had gotten and how wonderful it was to at last become a woman, Alma Mae had wanted to spite her somehow. Especially when the other girl had pranced around nude in front of her and dared her to take all of her clothes off. Alma Mae had been stung with embarrassment by her own barely developing nubs, her lack of a period, and the baldness of her tiny cunt.
"Show me some of it... what you do with her," Alma Mae said, a tone of determination coming into her voice.
He slipped his hand higher between the softness of her young thighs until he could cup her asscheeks through the thin panties. This time she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. She couldn't place exactly when his other hand had started fondling her tits but she did know that she felt soothed by what he was doing. She liked the warmth of his body against her.
Gradually, between kisses she became aware of his hard cock pressing on her hip. The size of it, even under the clothing, shocked her. Again she became frightened. She tried shifting her position but he wouldn't let her move.
Then she was electrified. He had wormed his hand underneath her panties from the rear, and now he was steadily drawing them down her legs. She remembered the lack of hair on her cunt. Her neck burned red afraid that he would look at her cunt and compare its nakedness to Sue Ann's lush wealth of fur. She looked down. Her cunt was clearly visible where her skirt had hiked clear up to her waist. She quickly folded both her hands over the mound.
"What are you gonna do, Rafer Clooney?"
"Just take these off so's I can touch you easier. It'll make you feel good, Alma Mae."
It must have been an imp in her brain that made her say what she next said. "If you're gonna look at me like that an' get to touch me, I wanna see you too..."
Her eyes widened as he moved her around him to lie on the car seat and he jumped up in front of her. In no time he had loosened his belt and stepped out of his pants and shorts.
She saw his long cock raving, already hard, between his legs. It was much, much bigger than her brother Able's, thicker and longer. And the sac beneath it that held his balls looked like it might burst with their swollen holdings.
"Now you see it, Alma Mae."
"You like it, Alma Mae?"
"It's big, Rafer, real big."
"That's good when it's big, Alma Mae. You'll see. Touch it! That's it, curl your hand around it just like that. Now jack it!"
"Huh?"
"Move your hand up and down on it. Like this."
He placed his hand over hers on his cock and moved it back and forth. "Oh shit, Alma Mae. Shit, shit, shit, you don't know how good that feels!"
His cock pulsed and throbbed in her hand. His hips moved it back and forth making the bulbous head disappear and then reappear, its glans rippling as she squeezed the shaft harder and harder with teach stroke.
He winced as he felt the pressure of her fist around his cock. She was a little skinny, he thought, but he sensed in her, the rampant, all-consuming desire for sex. She would be a good piece, he told himself, and she would get better.
She had become so absorbed in the manipulation of his cock that she had completely forgotten to cover her cunt. Its mound under her flat belly pooched white, its lips pinkly inviting beneath the hair that curled toward the crack. He looked from her cunt's puckered, tight opening to the blood-gorged head of his cock and wondered absently if he could get it inside her.
He fell forward, pinning her to the car seat with his weight. With one hip he prodded a leg aside. With an arm under the knee of her other leg he eased his body completely between her thighs until the head of his cock was touching, nestling the exposed outer lips of her pink cunt.
She felt the pressure of his cockhead against her cuntlips and stiffened. Instinctively she contracted her ass and cuntal muscles. He ran the head of his cock up and down her delicious slit. It was sopping with the juices of her cunt. He was sure she was good and ready for his cock.
He moved downward until he was sure his cock was resting at the perfect place for entrance. He moved his hands around her until he could cup her fleshy asscheeks and lift her ass and cunt toward his cock.
He could feel his cockhead pushing against her tiny hole, seeking entrance. He moved his hands lower on her ass. She shivered involuntarily as his fingers tightened, two of them delicately tickling her spread asshole. The moisture between her glued cuntlips had built to a lake of cuntal juices. Her whole being wanted his cock but her body remained stiff and tense. The soft lips of her cunt refused to open.
He lunged, pulling at her ass in the same motion, but her body wouldn't respond. Again and again he drove his cock forward, bunching his asscheeks and digging his toes into the dirt floor for added leverage.
But nothing did any good. No matter how hard his cock, or how much pressure he could produce for it, her sweet cunt refused him entrance.
She could feel the sticky juices trickling from the lips of her cunt and running down into the crack of her ass. Her mind screamed at her pussy to open and take his cock, but it elicited no response.
He paused, panting, and sagged to his knees between her legs. Just below him he could see the delicious mound of her cunt, its juices glistening from the light of dusk coming through the door.
He raised the thin blouse until the light danced tantalizingly over her small, rose-tipped tits. Again Alma Mae was embarrassed. Her tits weren't half the size of Sue Ann's. On top of that she hadn't been able to satisfy Rafer by taking his prick into her cunt. She pulled her blouse down just as he was about to dip his mouth to her nipples.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Nothin'," she said, and wriggled her body to a standing position.
"Hey," Rafer said, standing beside her and slowly pumping his hard cock, "you're not mad are you?"
"No," she said, pulling her panties back on. "I ain't mad. I'm..." She fell suddenly silent and looked directly into his eyes. "I'm sorry."
"Shit," he said, a winning smile creasing his handsome face. "It's all right. Here... watch!"
She watched and became fascinated as his hand began pumping and punishing his cock. The huge red head was like a phantom that was there and then gone again, inside his fist.
And then he came, in great globular streams that shot in tempo with his hand from his pulsing cockhead. Again and again his cock jerked spasmodically, sending yet another spurt of white, milky cum onto the ground beneath him.
Then his breathing lightened and his smile returned as he squeezed the last remnants of cum from his prick.
"Damn," Alma Mae said, fascinated by the exhibition.
He squeezed the last few drops of jism into his palm and held it toward her. "Taste it!"
"No."
"Why not?"
"'Cause."
He dipped the tip of his tongue into his palm and brought it back into his mouth. "Won't hurt ya."
They didn't do anything after that, together, for almost two weeks, even though Rafer still came over regularly to play ball with Able. Then her parents had to attend a farm bureau meeting in to one afternoon and the car broke down on the way back. They called and Able went in on his bicycle to help. Soon after that they called again, saying that it would be late before the car could be fixed so they decided that they would stay in town and go to a movie.
Alma's older sister, Rosebud, was away for the whole summer in Memphis with their Aunt Gussie, so Alma suddenly found herself, for the first time in weeks, all alone in the big old house. The first thing to hit her mind was, "call Rafer." Just about the time she picked up the telephone she heard the throaty roar of his motorcycle in front of the house.
She met him at the door. "How'd you know I was home alone?" she asked when he openly kissed her and fondled her tits and ass in the front hallway.
"We got a party line... remember?" he said, laughing loudly.
It was better in the bed than it had been in the barn but the result was still the same. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't will her cunt to open up enough for him to gain entrance.
Again he wasn't angry or frustrated. She was, and she was sure now, that her lack of ability and her youth would drive him back to Sue Ann.
He surprised her. This time he urged Alma Mae to do for him what he had done for himself at the conclusion of their last try.
This time Alma held his cock in her hand caressingly, fondling it, skinning it back, letting its throbbing hugeness fascinate her. She leaned her face closer and closer to the cockhead until it was very near her lips.
He couldn't resist it.
He took her head in his hands and guided her lips to his throbbing cockhead. She seemed to sense what he wanted and, with courage, flicked her tongue out to lick at the tiny eye in the bulbous head of his cock. He moved his hips forward to encourage her.
"Suck it, Alma. Let the head of it go into your mouth and lick and lick and suck on it!"
She opened her mouth wide, felt the cockhead enter, and then her lips were skimming along the glistening staff. She liked it, the hard and the soft of it all at once in her mouth. She let him know it by taking more and more of his cock inside her. It filled her mouth until it searched out the rear of her throat.
He took her free hand and placed it under his balls. She hefted them, testing their weight and the texture of the hairy skin.
He groaned and moved his hips in tempo with her bobbing head. From the loud sucking sounds coming from her mouth he knew she had built a passion for his cock. Alma Mae was a virgin and he might not be able to fuck her tight cunt, but she was more than satisfying him with the joy of her throat, her tongue, and her cocksucking, saliva coated mouth.
Suddenly she felt the cockhead swell. It filled her throat as the barrel throbbed and pulsed in her hand. His balls too, seemed to take on a life of their own as great globs of hot cum spurted into her throat. Her head was nearly knocked back by the tremendous surge of his hot jism.
Letting his dripping prick slip from her mouth she looked up at him, smiling as she swallowed his huge load in one massive gulp.
At least twice a week throughout the rest of the summer they found the time and the way to slip away together. He would go down on her, slipping his hot tongue between the lava-like folds of her cunt. She had her first, spine-tingling come that way, with her thighs pressed tightly around his head and his tongue greedily lapping at her clitoris.
But still, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his cock inside her cunt. Always, when they were finished with sex, they would lie in each other's arms and she would urge him to tell her, that she was the only one for him.
He did just that right up until the time Alma Mae found him, during the Labor Day turkey shoot, with his cock buried deeply in Sue Ann Halle's big cunt.
She had followed them away from the picnic grounds and watched while Rafer took her clothes off, spread her legs, and poured his meat to her in the deep weeds that covered the ground by the riverbank.
First she hit him over the head with an old, dead oak limb. Then she told him that the next time she saw him on her daddy's place she would personally put two full loads of buckshot in his ass from her daddy's gun.
Later, Able, being the younger-brother spy that he was, confided in her that Rafer had been doing it all along. The older boy had been fucking Sue Ann on all the nights he hadn't been at their house.
It had become common knowledge around town that wild young Rafer Clooney had gotten himself the ideal situation; one girl who gave great head and another who had a willing and a snapping cunt.
So, for Alma Mae, the glorious summer of her romance and her introduction to sex with Rafer came to a jarring end.
Alma's mother became ill and died in October. So she and Rosebud had to take care of the house for their pa and Able. Alma continued going to school even after Rosebud stormed out of the house one morning over a fight she had had with their father. She had packed and moved up to Memphis for good.
Rafer's grunting efforts became louder as he pulled the wagon up over the last hill toward the house. Alma Mae felt some of the old desire for him creep into her thoughts as she watched the muscles dance under the bronzed skin of his broad back. She could feel her nipples tingle as they rubbed against the material of the halter. She was sure her cunt was secreting juices that would soon soak the crotch of her jeans.
As they passed the wheelless body of the old, wrecked Oldsmobile behind the barn she saw him glance at the car and then at her. There was a broad grin on his face. She knew only too well what it meant. The back seat of that old car had been their special hiding place many times. She turned her head back to the wagon as if she hadn't noticed.
He pulled the wagon in front of the wash house door and started stacking the wood.
"Goin' to the Fourth picnic Sunday?" he asked as they worked.
"Don't know," she replied. "It's only Tuesday."
"Don't have to get mad," he said.
"Sorry," she said, thinking. She decided last summer was a long time ago. She might just as well talk civil to him. "I suppose we will. Rosebud's comin' down from Memphis with Aunt Gussie and the family's comin' over from Groter County. Yeah, we'll all go."
"It'll be a hell of a weekend," he said, moving toward her.
"I s'pose."
"Why don't we make it like last year's Fourth weekend?"
"Or last year's Day weekend?"
"You still got that on your mind, Alma Mae?"
"Why shouldn't I," she said, moving away from him.
"I'd like to say I'm sorry and maybe try to get back together again," he said, still advancing on her.
"It ain't the same."
"Why not?" he said, lowering his hand to the swelling bulge in the front of his jeans.
"'Cause it ain't," she said, still backing away from him. "We're older now, or at least I am."
"You sure are," he said, smiling and grabbing her wrist.
She wrenched free and lurched away from him. Her ass struck the fender of the old Oldsmobile. She rolled to the side, trying to escape him.
He was on her in an instant, his lips groping for hers, his crotch grinding against her pelvic bone, his chest mashed against her massive tits.
"Rafer Clooney, you let me go!"
"Why Alma Mae? I want you... I truly do."
"You let me go... I don't wanna get in no trouble, you hear me?"
"Trouble?" he said, his grin widening. "What kinda trouble?"
"You know what kinda trouble."
"How'm I gonna get you in trouble, Alma Mae... when I can't even get my pecker inside you?"
"Well," she said, her face again turning the color of a beet. "We're older now."
"Does that mean that now I can get inside you?"
Again she tried to get away from him. In the process her left tit found its way to freedom from the halter.
He saw his chance and cupped it with one of his hands. "Jesus!" he exclaimed when he felt it overflow his hand. "Jeeeessus, Alma Mae..."
His hand was hot on her tit. Almost too hot. She felt the old fires start to smolder in her body and mind. But now they were even stronger because now she was no longer a little girl. She was a woman.
When he again bent his head and lovingly kissed her she heard her own voice moaning in response to his tongue. She tried but she couldn't stop the mound of her cunt from responding to the grinding force of his hardened, pulsating cock.
All her muscles seemed to turn to putty as he easily pushed her back through the opened door of the car. Before she knew it she felt the coolness of the seat against the bare skin of her ass. He had pulled her jeans off in one smooth, fluid motion.
Next she felt his hands at the strings of her halter. Again she tried to stop him but her movements were arrested when she felt the long, rigid warmth of his bare cock move across her belly. He had somehow managed to slip his pants down. His hard cock against her own bare skin made her momentarily forget what his hands were doing.
"Oh shit, Alma Mae!" he exclaimed when her halter fell away and the twin bulges of her rising, pink tipped tits met his eyes. "Damn, you have growed up. Them's the biggest and the prettiest titties I ever seen in my whole life."
"You gotta stop, Rafer!" she hissed. But she knew it would be hard for her to make him stop. His hot hands on her tits, kneading the bulges and pinching the nipples, sent shock waves of heated desire directly to her cunt.
She could almost hear his heart hammering in time with hers as he rose and looked down at her naked body beneath him. She closed her eyes, knowing what he was seeing and knowing that it would inflame him even more. She knew how she looked with the huge dark-ringed nipples on her tits, the flat heaving stomach with its dark, curling vee of black pubic hair. The curvaceous, wide hips and thighs now held close together.
She squeezed her knees harder together and locked her ankles as she felt him lower his hard cock and push against the top of her cunt. His cock slid between her legs. She could feel the ridge of the crown nestling between her asscheeks and the hard barrel nudging the soft lips around her clitoris.
It felt so good that she couldn't help but moan aloud and squeeze her thighs together around his cockshaft. He started an up-and-down motion that was bound to drive her crazy. She wanted his cock but still she kept her legs locked tightly together.
"C'mon, Alma Mae," he said, his voice barely audible as he panted out the words. "I want you... I want to get it inside you in the worst way."
"We can't," she said as he continued to fuck the soft flesh between her thighs. She bent her knees just a little and braced her feet. She practically lifted him in the air with her womanly thighs as she helped him fuck the warmth of her cuntal slit and the crack of her ass without actually getting his cock inside her.
"Oh God!" he shouted. "That feels Goddam good, Alma!"
"Let me suck you, Rafer."
"Not now, Alma. I want to get inside your pussy."
"Let me suck your cock off. Please," she said.
"I'll swallow you an' all, just like we used to do."
"No!" he said, driving his cock into the dampness between her legs, each time trying to arch the shaft so it would go up, into her cunt, on the downstroke.
He was driving her crazy. The pressure of his cock on her clitoris was soaking the seat beneath them, and the crack between her asscheeks where the juices ran down in streams.
Suddenly she was coming. She could feel the pressure building like the water behind a dam on the inside of her hot cunt. She wanted his cock inside her and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Fuck me, Rafer! Stick your cock up me and FUCK THE HELL OUT OF ME!"
Chapter Two
Her legs scissored open and her hips came upward to meet him. She could see his nostrils flare and his eyes grow wide. He smelled the strong musk rising in waves from her cunt, she knew. Because she too could smell it as it mingled with the strong odor of his glistening cock.
Hurriedly, his arms swept back, catching her behind the knees. He rocked her forward, her ass rising to meet his down-coming cock. He felt the soft curling hair of her cunt first. Then the warmth of her cuntlips, wetting his cockhead first and then caressing his shaft. And then he was inside her clear to his balls. Her damp heat flooded his body. It drove his blood to pound with desire as his hips went down, burying his cock deep in her throbbing cunt.
Up and down went his hips as his cock filled and retreated from her tight pussy. She could feel his huge cockhead at the very entrance to her cunt. It hesitated and then plunged in again. Her pubic hair blended with his forming a soft mat between them. With each stroke came more cock and more power into her cunt as she felt, again and again, his balls bounce delightfully against the puckered hole of her ass.
"Ain't this as good as suckin'? Ain't it better?" he panted.
"It's as good. But I think I'm gonna like tastin' your cock again, and its cum just as much as I do gettin' it in my cunt," she sighed.
"Oh drive those hips, Alma," he sighed, loving the way she was grinding her pubic bone into his.
"Fuck me, Rafer! Pound my cunt with your cock!"
"I'll give it to you, honey doll!" he said.
His grasping hands left her knees. They slid down inside her thighs. They became anchored on her spreading asscheeks, his fingers playing, grasping.
She twisted under him, squealing and lunging, her cunt at last having its day. Her clitoris was heated by his cock until she was sure that it would explode. She felt her hot cunt juice saturate his prick as his cock made sucking sounds going in and out of her pussy.
He reached behind her and carefully slid one of his fingers into her asshole as he felt her come. It added no end of joy to the thrill already running through her cunt. When her hips came down again his whole finger entered her asshole. Her hips rose. Her asshole contracted around his finger. Her hips came back down and she was grabbing cock and finger from both ends at the same time.
"Oh, Rafer, honey, Rafer, that feels good as shit in my ass!"
His fingers held her ass tightly, pulling her to him. He felt his balls tingle. It was a sure sign that he was about to come. He lunged against her with all his might. She took the full size and heat of his cock and, with her clutching cunt, begged him for more.
A whining, loving sound escaped her lips as she felt the first wave of his hot cum shoot against the far reaches of her cunt.
He felt the fullness of his ejaculation, from the head of his cock to the base of his spine, and it was good. Again and again his cockhead spurted, sending streams of his white, hot jism splashing into her hungry, wet cunt.
Her ass made short, jerking motions, milking from his balls every ounce of his cum. Her young cunt was strong, not yet stretched, so that it seemed to be wrapped like a tight glove around the fat shaft of his cock.
She smiled up at him.
"Alma Mae," he said, returning her smile, "if I never get another fuck in my whole damn life, that one was worth them all."
"It's been a long time," she said.
"Too long," he replied.
He took her hand and moved it down beneath them as she felt his cock sliding out of her cunt. She obligingly wrapped her hand around the shaft and felt it pulse.
"You're still hard," she said.
"And ready," he replied. "You said you wanted to suck it?"
"Inside," she murmured. "I want more room. It'll be better on the bed."
They didn't bother dressing. Naked as the day they were born they jumped from the old car and ran for the house. Inside they went directly into the bedroom and, without ceremony, dumped their clothes on the floor.
Alma Mae didn't wait for any talk or foreplay. It had been too long since she had felt Rafer's big hunk of beautiful cock in her mouth. And now that she was again started with him she wasn't going to let him forget that she was not only beautiful, but the best all-around fuck that he was ever going to get.
She dropped to her knees in front of him and scooped up the head of his cock with her mouth. She toyed with his balls, bouncing them in her hands while she used her lips, her tongue and her cheeks to expertly suck his pounding cock. Then she slid her warm lips down along the shaft, taking more and more of his cock inside her mouth.
He remembered the beautiful times the previous summer when she had sucked him off, but it had never seemed like this. He was dumbfounded as she took more and more of his cock into her mouth.
"Lay down!" she said. "I want to really enjoy all of this!"
Dazed, he let himself fall back onto the bed. Her eyes took on a dreamy look as she closed them, sucking and pulling at his cock with her mouth. He reached below her chest where her gigantic tits swayed in globes of white flesh.
"Yes... yes," she moaned around his cock as he gripped her tits tighter and twisted them in his strong hands. She moaned happily as her mouth gripped his inflamed cock tighter. She began a lapping motion with her tongue that drove him into throbs of ecstasy.
He began to quiver. The soft skin inside her mouth felt just like the skin of her inner cunt. She began prodding him with her fingernails as she sucked. He moaned as his passion built and became more heated.
She jerked her head back and forth on his cock, sucking fiercely, making soft growling noises. She seemed to sense from the throbbing of his cockhead that the hot agony was building up inside his balls.
Then he looked down and was amazed as more and more of his long, thick cock disappeared into her mouth. The bed rocked back and forth as he suddenly felt that he could do anything with her head. There seemed to be no back to her throat. His cock was slipping further and further into her.
And then his cock was gone; it had disappeared. He gasped as he realized that she had taken all of his cock down her throat. Her lips were pressed into the thick mat of pubic hair at its base. He couldn't believe it but he was seeing it. The bottom of her throat was distended with the thickness of his cock. She had swallowed all of him.
He started fucking her head with great, powerful hinges of his hips. Still she took all of his prick with every thrust.
Again and again she took it all in her throat until finally he was coming, shooting his load of cum into her avid mouth.
She took him deeply into her throat while milking his cock of its juices with her tongue and lips. With her hands she squeezed his blasting balls, urging them to shoot their fiery liquid into her. She seemed to be in heaven as he watched her throat twitch, swallowing all his juices with avid hunger.
When she lifted her head up, he saw her lovely eyes were foggy as if her driving passion had addled her mind.
"Damn, Alma Mae! You never did anything like that before!"
She never answered him. Instead she was back at his cock again. She purred contentedly. Her mouth clung to his long, glistening shaft as again she jerked her head from side to side, taking the last drops of cum from the head of his cock. She devoured every last drop of his cum as if it would be the last she would ever receive.
"Oh God, Rafer honey, that was good," she said, "that was so good."
She crawled up and snuggled in close to his body. Her tits came to rest close to his face. He nestled his lips between them, loving their salty taste and their musky odor. What a woman, he thought, what a woman she had turned into. With her, no man would need another woman.
"Was it good?" she said. "Did I do a good job on your cock?"
"Where did you learn all that?" he asked.
"From you," she said, squeezing one of her nipples into his mouth.
"Bullshit," he laughed around the mouthful of tit. "I never had a suckin' on my cock like that in my life."
He couldn't see her eyes, or he would have seen the strange look of smiling, all-knowing womanhood pass across their darkness. He couldn't know where she had learned both to fuck and to suck like that, but she was more than willing, from that point on, to give him the results of what she had learned all by herself, after he had first known her.
Again he pressed the point but she refused to answer him. Instead she slid upward on the bed and pushed his head down between her legs. "Now it's your turn," she said, hunching upward with her hips, driving her cunt into his face.
Rafer looked up from the sweet moistness of her crotch to the wealth of her flawless tits. She took one of his hands and placed it on her cunt. As she moved her hips he felt his fingers insinuating themselves into her slit.
She moved slowly at first, pressing hard against his hand. Harder and harder, faster and faster went her clitoris against the heel of his hand as three of his fingers sunk inside her hungry cunt. She moaned delightedly as she felt the heel of his hand begin to crush harder against her clit.
Just as she felt her orgasm begin to overpower her, she reached for him. She pulled his head down between her thighs until he had glued his lips against the soaking lips of her cunt.
Her legs were spread wide, the soft, glistening lips of her cunt gleaming between them. He could smell the sweet wetness of her cunt and he wanted it. He wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything.
She rolled her cunt around his face, writhing like an animal in heat. His tongue felt good, so good on her hardened clit.
Rafer's mouth went at her cunt inch by inch, kissing it, licking the slit, wallowing in the glory of her soft, sensuous loins. He worked at her cuntlips, enjoying the moaning he was cawing in her throat. Then he dipped his tongue inside her pulsating cunt hole.
"It's so good... I love to have it eaten up like that!" she gasped. "Do it good, lover man! Eat me up good! I want to come this way!"
She slipped her soaking thighs around his face as he gripped her asscheeks and pulled her cunt into him. Deeper and deeper he ground his mouth and tongue between the lips of her slit. With the tips of his fingers he tickled her asshole, much as he tickled her clitoris with his tongue.
He curled his tongue, snakelike, in her cunt as he licked harder. In and out went his tongue, its end curled up like a spoon, taking her juices greedily into his mouth.
Then she was twisting and shuddering as he massaged her cunt with his lips and tongue. She pulled at the back of his head, forcing him to dip deeply with his tongue into the flowing swamp of her cunt.
When she came she ripped and clawed at his back with her nails. She screamed in ecstasy, urging him to suck ever harder on her yawning pussy.
At last the tremendous convulsions of her orgasm subsided and she drew his head up to rest between the pink-flushed mounds of her titties.
"Alma Mae," he said, his voice barely a croak "if that's the way you always been... I mean, if you was like that when we was together before, I woulda never even thought of pokin' Sue Ann Halle. I mean, I never dreamed, in my whole life, of ever gettin' it like this."
"Let's just forget about Sue Ann," she said, "and let's just start from now."
"I mean it's only right for a man to get around a little bit... but Sue Ann, well, that was just too much."
"What do you mean?" Alma asked.
"Well, she tried to claim it was me what knocked her up."
"I thought it was."
"Well, it mighta been, but shit, Alma Mae, she was fuckin' half the boys in the county. I mean, any of them ol' boys coulda knocked her up. I didn't see any reason why I shoulda had to marry her."
All of this angered Alma Mae, but at the time she didn't really know why. She wondered if she got pregnant, if Rafer would marry her. Then she wondered if she would want to marry him. No matter how much she had wanted his cock she suddenly realized that maybe that was the only thing about him that she really wanted.
"Did you love her?" Alma asked.
"Not like I think I love you," he replied. "I mean, she'd never suck or cuddle up or nothin'. All she ever wanted was just for me to stick my cock in her cunt an go, go, go. That's all."
She mumbled an "oh", and fell silent, dropping back into her own thoughts.
The silence lasted for quite some time before he spoke again. "Alma Mae?"
"Yeah?"
"Where'd you learn to suck an' fuck like that since last summer?"
"You taught me."
"Oh no I didn't. We never did nothin' like that together. You could never take all my cock in your mouth like that before. An' when I stuck it in your cunt... well, you ain't no virgin."
"Did you want me to be? Wasn't it more fun this way?"
"I don't know," he mumbled. "It's just that... well, I done a lot of fuckin' myself and I ain't never seen no woman..."
"No, I ain't no virgin," she said, interrupting and silencing him by pressing his face closer between her full tits.
She wondered if she should tell him. She wanted to laugh about it but she knew it wasn't right. What would Rafer say if he knew that she had learned all she had learned from her baby brother, and he, in turn, had learned it from her older sister.
It had all started innocently enough a week or so after Rosebud had blown up and left. Up until then Able had slept on the sofa in the living room. When the bed became available neither Alma nor her father saw any reason not to let him use it.
It had turned cold and the old stoker furnace could barely keep the house warm under normal conditions, let alone near zero temperatures. So even though extra quilts were added to the beds, it remained close to freezing in the house during the coldest of winter nights.
Alma Mae could hear Able rolling around in his bed. Once in a while he would groan and, often, she could hear the bed shaking. "What's the matter with you?" she whispered across the room. "Why don't you be quiet and go to sleep?"
"I'm cold."
"Well, get another quilt!"
"There ain't no more. Can I come in bed with you?"
"I guess so," she said grudgingly, without giving it much thought. "But don't roll around all night. I got to get up early in the morning."
She heard his bare feet hit the floor and then the padding steps as he scampered across the boards to her bed. She turned on her side away from him and concentrated on sleep.
Some time later, she wasn't sure how long, she became conscious of his nearness. She was half-asleep and paying little or no attention to his hand on her hip and his knee now and then touching and moving up and down the back of her thigh.
She had been dreaming of Rafer and, in her sleep, her brother's touch had served to excite her.
Inch by inch the hand moved up to her waist. When she didn't move or object Able got bolder. He moved his body in behind her until their bodies were together like two spoons in a drawer. The hand continued its upward movement until the fingertips were just touching the fleshy part of her tits.
She was just about to move his hand away, assuming that he was doing it in his sleep, when she felt a pressure against her asscheeks.
He was getting a hard-on, she thought, amazed. She had never imagined her brother with an erection. Somehow it excited her, but it also embarrassed her. She didn't know what to do. She felt she should stop him but she really didn't want to.
By this time his hand had gone on up to stealthily cup her tit. She could feel the nipple harden and rise to meet his palm through the material of her pajama tops. Behind her, his cock was rock-hard and pressing against the crack of her ass.
Carefully, not wanting to wake her and spoil it all, he massaged first one tit and then the other. She stayed as still as she could and continued to feign sleep, thinking that he would go ahead and maybe fuck her if he thought she was asleep. She couldn't tell just how big his prick was but from the touch of it against her ass she was sure it was smaller than Rafer's and, therefore, capable of getting inside her tight cunt. She also rationalized that if Able thought for sure that she was asleep through the whole thing, she wouldn't be embarrassed to face him the next morning.
He removed his hand from her tit and lowered it to her ass. Gently he pulled the shortie pajama bottoms aside until he could caress her bare asscheeks. Running his fingers lightly up and down the crack of her ass, he used the palm and heel of his hand to bunch and squeeze the flesh of her asscheeks.
Then his hand was gone and she wanted to cry out for him not to stop. Her body was on fire. She wanted to roll over, dip her head beneath the covers and take his hard cock deep into her mouth.
But he came back. This time with his cock. Again he slid the panties aside and she knew he had taken his cock out of his shorts. She felt the quivering head slide up the crack of her ass. He gently pulled her cheeks apart and placed the shaft of his cock between them.
He must have put saliva on it, she thought. It slithered easily up and down between her asscheeks. Still he was very careful. He went slow and she could barely hear the tiny groans of passion escaping from his throat as he worked the shaft of his prick between her warm asscheeks.
She continued to feign sleep even so far as to utter a low snore now and then as she felt his cock start to pulse against her ass.
Why didn't he try to stick it in her cunt? she wondered.
Then he suddenly rolled away from her. She felt the bed shaking very slightly as he finished himself off with his hand.
Silently she cursed herself, wishing she had been brave enough to lift her leg and help him guide his prick to her cunt. She was still afraid but she was also burning up with need and passion. When she was sure Able was sound asleep beside her she crept from the bed and went into the bathroom.
Sitting on the stool she lowered her panties and spread her legs wide. Then she parted the soft, soaking lips of her cunt with one hand while she pounded and kneaded her clitoris with the other. She came quickly and well, but still she didn't stop until a second orgasm racked her mind and body.
The next day she and Able both went to school and spent the day as if nothing had happened. During the evening meal she could feel her panties getting wet just thinking what might happen that night in bed.
Just as she had hoped Able again begged to enter her bed. This time she didn't answer him at all. Instead she snored lightly as if she had already gone to sleep.
She felt him slide into the bed and move across to her side. Gently he touched her shoulder. "Are you asleep, Alma Mae?"
Still she didn't answer him. She reasoned that if he were sure she was asleep he would waste no time in getting hard and ready. She was ready. Instead of pajamas Alma had worn a nightgown to bed. As she had gotten under the covers she had made sure that it was hiked up until it was just resting on her hips. When she felt him beside her she moved and groaned a little as if in sleep. The nightgown slithered on up to her waist leaving her ass bare for his touch.
He slipped his hand around her body and felt for her tit. She almost laughed when she heard the surprised gasp come from his throat. She hadn't buttoned the front of the nightgown at all. It hung open so that his hand went right inside it and cupped her bare tit. The nipple was like a tiny steel ball as it throbbed in his palm.
His other hand moved downward until the fingers were cautiously probing between her legs. Again he gasped when the sticky juices from her cunt bathed his palm. He moved closer to her until she could feel the head of his cock exploring the moistness between her legs. His whole body seemed to shake with joy behind her as his throbbing cockhead dipped between the wet cheeks of her ass.
Again she wanted to trap his cock and lift her leg for his entrance, but she was afraid of what might happen. She thought he might become frightened and go soft.
He tensed his hips and pushed forward, and she sensed that he was about to fuck her. He threw all caution to the winds and started to lunge with his hips.
No, she wanted to scream, that's my asshole! I want it in my aunt!
Without either one of them realizing it she had moved her ass farther back and opened her asshole at his cockhead's insistence. Before she knew it pain struck her brain. His knob had parted the tiny outer ring of her asshole.
Slowly, carefully, he forced his knob into her ass, thrilling to the sweet warmth that met his cock.
She started to stop him, but the further his cock went inside her hot hole the better it felt. Her heart started to sing as his cock went deeper. Her whole being, her body and soul, were concentrated on the pulsing, steel-like rod of flesh that was filling her shit chute.
His joy was as great as hers. He lost all sense of time and space. All he could feel was his cock, thick and long and hard, sliding deeper and deeper into his sister's warm, tight asshole.
Occasionally she twitched her asscheeks but most of the time she settled for just opening and closing her tight hole around his cockshaft. At last, when she was sure she had all of his cock in her, she snaked her hand down to her cunt and began pressing her clitoris toward climax.
Able could feel his cock deep in her ass as his balls bounced lightly against the soft, mushy lips of her cunt. He placed his hand on her hips to steady himself. Her asscheeks were smooth and flowing under his touch. They were braced far back to better absorb the full length of his thrusting cock.
The boy felt his passion rise. He trembled between her warm thighs. He wasn't sure but he thought he could feel her backing against his cock, taking and begging for more and more of his young prick.
Alma's fingers worked on her cunt while her brother's cock impaled her asshole. She felt herself starting to come. Her asshole contracted as the lips of her cunt spewed forth her sticky juices. She wanted to scream out, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" But she bit her lips and held back all sound as she felt the supreme joy of her come, spurred on by his, flood her whole body.
Cum spurted from his cockhead in great gobs into his sister's ass as Able buried his cock in her to the balls. His testicles quivered as they emptied their load of hot jism.
Without moving or speaking they both passed into a deep sleep. In her dreams Alma Mae was fucking her brother. When she awoke the next morning she vowed to herself that that was exactly what she was going to do when they went to bed again that night.
And so that night, when she was sure her father was asleep, she whispered across the room, "Able?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"Yes you are. You're jacking off," she said, and waited for a reply. When there was none she called again. "Able?"
"I wasn't asleep last night when you fucked me in the ass."
"I know it."
"Wanna do it again?"
He was by her side in a flash. When he slid into the bed she wasn't surprised to discover that he was naked, also.
She reached for his cock. When she found it she closed her hand around it and reveled in its hardness. "I wanna see it," she said.
"Don't turn the light on," he hissed. "Pa'll come in!"
She thought for a second and then jumped out of bed and rummaged in one of her drawers. When she returned it was with a flashlight. She shined it on his erect cock beneath the covers. She reached out and skinned it back with her hand. The light gleamed on the red, throbbing cockhead when it emerged from the tight layer of skin. She continued skinning his cock back and forth as she talked.
"I pretended I was asleep last night 'cause I thought you would be scared if you knew I was awake."
"Shit," he said. "I've fucked up the shit chute before."
"Who?" Alma asked, amazement blanketing her face.
"Rosebud," he replied.
Alma jerked her hand away as though his cock were suddenly a burning poker. "You're lyin'"
"I'm not lyin, Alma Mae. For a long time now Rosebud's been comin' out to the livin' room when everybody else's been asleep."
"What did you do with her."
"Bout everything, I guess," he replied. "For a long time she just wanted me to suck and eat on her cunt and she'd suck my cock. Then when my cock got bigger and real jism started comin' out of it, she started lettin' me fuck her in the pussy an' in the ass."
Alma Mae was amazed. She had no idea that so much had been going on in the house right under her very nose. "How'd you know you could do that with me last night?"
"I didn't," he said. "But I figured since you wasn't suckin' Rafer's big cock no more then maybe you'd start suckin' mine."
Again she was shocked. "How'd you know about Rafer?"
"I used to watch you out in the back seat of the Olds when he'd eat you and you'd suck him."
"Why, you little shit," she said, and laughed. Again she shined the light on his cock. It wasn't as big and thick as Rafer's but it looked awfully good. Alma could almost feel it going into her cunt as she fisted it and watched the head swell above her hand.
"Suck on it, Alma Mae. I love to have a girl suck on it."
"I will if you'll promise to put it in my pussy." He smiled. "I'm gonna put it in all parts of you, Alma Mae." He reached up and placed his hand on the back of her head. Carefully he guided her lips over the throbbing, red tip of his cock.
She responded to her brother's cock in her mouth like a bitch in heat. He urged her to suck harder by kneading her whole body with his hands, squeezing her tits and tugging at the nipples. She was amazed at how expert he was and realized then that her older sister must also be an expert. She hadn't ever seen Rosebud date many boys. Absently Alma wondered where Rosebud had gotten her training.
She heard Able groan with pleasure as he thrust upward, inserting more and more of his boy cock between her sucking lips. She also groaned, but it was with joy and surprise; Able's rigid prick was just enough smaller than Rafer's that she could take it all the way into her throat. She felt the ridge of his cockhead on the roof of her mouth, and then down her throat it went. She felt him stiffen and quiver as she swallowed all of his cock.
"Oh Alma," he said, "you suck even better than Rosebud. Oh suck, suck, suck my cock, Alma Mae!"
She sucked harder, taking it all again and again into her throat. At the same time, she played with his balls. They felt almost heavy, nearly filling her small hand. She raised the other hand now to hold his cock. As she stimulated him to further excitement with her lips and her hand she felt her cunt moistening. Her head dipped forward and back as she sucked, her lips tightening and loosening with each bobbing stroke.
Able was starting to breathe harder. His legs became stiff and his muscles were tightening. The cock in her mouth became thicker, enlarging until it seemed that it would strangle her. He thrust upward with his hips, filling her throat with his hard cock.
"Oh shit fire, Alma, I'm gonna come! I can feel it... I'm gonna come!"
"No, no," she said, letting his cock slip from her mouth. "I want you to come in my pussy... put it in my cunt."
She rolled over on the bed beside him and scissored her legs high into the air. She grabbed the flashlight and shined the beam on her naked cunt. They could both see the beautiful glued-together lips glistening with her cunt juices.
"There," Alma said. "Now you can see exactly what you're doing."
Able moved his body between her yielding thighs. In his hand, his young cock was throbbing, wanting. He moved forward until the red tip was mixing in the gooey juices of her cunt. It slid easily through the outer folds and then stopped. He pushed again, a little harder this time. His cock bent from the pressure.
"Don't stop," she moaned. "Fuck it! Fuck my cunt with your cock!"
He steadied himself and lunged with the full force of his hips. At the same time Alma pushed against his cock, her mind willing the folds of her cunt to stretch and yield to his assault.
He was in. The pain was momentary but intense. She felt his cockshaft, hard and demanding, sliding up her channel. The pain became less and less as he started his strokes and the hard ridge on the top of his prick moved across her clit.
"Yes... yes, Able, this is what I've been waiting for. Fuck me! Give me that cock!"
Her cunt was around his cock like a vise. She felt herself being raised into the air and suddenly she was atop him. She didn't even know how he had accomplished it but she knew it felt wonderful. She sank lower and lower until she rested on the hilt of his prick. She felt her warm asscheeks rest against his balls, and sighed with ecstasy when she realized that, in this position, she could get even more of his cock up her cunt.
"Ummm, so nice," she moaned, "that is so nice." She wiggled her hips and started to ride him hard, going up and down, sighing with closed eyes, her head thrown back, her lips between clenched teeth.
He began to move, timing his movements to thrust upward against her, clutching at her tits, squeezing them. Her brother was manhandling her tits like a man and she was loving it. The harder he gripped her nipples the louder she moaned and the harder she fucked.
Able held her tighter, thrusting more fiercely as he felt his cum start to boil in his balls. Her blood and the juices from her cunt had soaked both their groins. He could hear his cock slurping around inside her.
She began to quiver and moan as her body became wild with passion, and she humped up and down uncontrollably. "Oh baby, here I go, here I come now, hold onto my ass, baby!"
He thrust his cock full bore into her cunt, held it and felt himself spurt his cum into the softness of her waiting hole.
"Oh, that's it! Oh fuck, shit, it feels so good coming in me! Let me have it all, honey, all your good cum!"
That night was only the beginning. Able taught her everything that Rosebud had taught him about fucking and sucking. And, together, they had experimented until they had tried just about everything that could be done in the way of sex.
In the course of that winter they both developed. Her tits and hips grew and her ass filled out womanly. Able also grew until his cock was nearly as big as Rafer's. And under Alma's guidance he learned to use it like a man.
"Alma. What the hell are you doin' layin' around in the middle of the day. Get yourself up outta that bed and get some supper on the table."
She rose up like a shot in the bed to see her father staring at her from the open door. In a flash she realized that she must have dozed off and Rafer must have slipped away while she slept.
"Yes, Daddy," she said, meeting his level gaze until he turned and left the room.
Then, to her horror, she realized that she was still stark naked. And what was worse Rafer's cum was oozing out of her cunt. She wondered if he had noticed. He hadn't seemed to mind seeing her naked. She couldn't remember for sure if her father had seen her naked since she had developed in the hips and tits and spawned a wealth of hair around her cunt.
She wondered if he was at all surprised when his daughters grew up and he could see that they weren't little girls any more. She also wondered if he had ever seen Rosebud naked after she had grown up.
Chapter Three
That night she lay in her bed and thought about Rafer, and his cock. She massaged the crevice of her cunt and thought how much things had suddenly changed for her. Even though she was only thirteen, she had, through her brother and Rafer, fully discovered her body. She loved the feelings that erupted in her cunt and belly during sex. It had been, and would always be good with Able. It had been even better with Rafer when, at last, he had been allowed to put his whole cock up her cunt. Fucking Rafer again had been fascinating because his was a new cock in her body. The excitement of variety exploded in her cunt under her masturbating fingers. She wished Rafer were there at that very moment so she could fuck both he and Able at the same time.
She had three fingers bunched up the channel of her cunt. Her palm and the rolling swells of her asscheeks were soaked from her juices. Her body was writhing with passionate need.
"Yeah," he answered from the other bed.
"I'll tell you a secret."
"What?"
"I met Rafer today. We fucked and sucked all afternoon."
"Really?" the boy said, and bounced across the room to join her in bed. "Tell me all about it! How it felt and everything?"
Alma Mae described in detail the whole afternoon. As she talked Able slipped his hand down between her legs. He replaced her fingers with his own in her cunt while she fisted and pulled on his cock until it was rigid and hard in her grasp.
"Jesus, that's neat!" he said when she had finished. "I want to watch the next time you do it. You think he'd care?"
"I'll ask him," Alma said. "Turn around. I'm hotter than hell. I want to suck you."
Able wriggled his body around until he could feel the head of his cock pass smoothly between her lips. With her hand she held the shaft so the skin would slide back and expose the wet, throbbing head of his cock as it entered her throat.
"Oh how I love to suck cock," she mumbled as she felt his prick roll and wallow around in her mouth and over her tongue.
She rolled her own hips toward his face and felt his head squeeze between her thighs. His tongue laved her cuntlips above and to each side of her clitoris exactly as she had taught him to do. Then his hard tongue was in her hole, his cheeks sucking the juices from its smooth walls. She raised her leg, letting him get to all of her.
Caught in the driving spell of sex that she loved so much, Alma went to work with a fierce determination on Able's rigid cock. She kissed his staff gently and then let her lips and tongue explore its length. She nibbled at his balls and took them in her mouth, warming them with her breath. She rubbed his cockshaft on her tits, against her eyes, and then played on it with her fingers. Finally, his cock fully erect, she began to suck greedily at him, pulling his cock to its utmost length across her tongue and then taking it deeply into her clutching, grasping throat.
Below, between her quivering legs, Able found her clitoris as sensitive as a trigger and his hungry lips and tongue moved over her expertly. In moments, she shuddered, shaken by the joy of a massive, powerful orgasm.
With one hand at the back of his head she pressed his face close as if trying to swallow his entire being into her flaming, soaking cunt.
When she felt her come subside, she whirled her body around and let it come to rest beneath him. She spread her legs and placed her hands commandingly on his narrow hips.
"Now stick it way up my cunt and you come! I want to feel your jism washing the inside of my hot cunt!"
She felt his rock-like prick questing for her sopping slit and reached for it. She rolled it gently in her hand, loving its smooth, throbbing muscle. She eased his cock against the insides of her thighs, getting it fully wet with the juices from her cunt. Then she stationed it against the entrance to her pussy and pulled on his hips with all her might.
"Here it comes," he breathed.
"Give it to me... fuck me," she hissed.
He buried his cock to his balls with the first stroke inside her. Her hips moved provocatively. He bent his head, letting his lips find her huge tits, tits that he himself had helped to grow to maturity. They had been tiny when he had first started sucking on them. Now they were huge, much more than he could possibly ever get inside his mouth. He loved them. He chewed and squeezed on the hard nipples and tasted the tangy saltiness of her skin as he pounded his cock into her straining cunt.
She bucked her cunt up to him, loving the incestuous fucking she was getting. She felt him suck on first one tit and then the other until she quivered and trembled anew. The great wave crested inside her loins and seemed to drown her whole body with orgasm.
He cried out himself as he felt his cock spurt its pent-up load of boy cum inside her cunt. Again and again it spurted until he was sure there could be nothing left in his balls. Then he fell across her body, loving the feeling of her two pillow-like tits mashed against his chest.
Alma Mae didn't mind his weight. In fact she liked it. Many times he would go to sleep like that and she would use his semihard cock, where it still rested in her cunt, to achieve more orgasms. She found that she could put his legs outside hers and slightly cross her own, forcing his cock against her clitoris. Then she would massage the tiny bud with his cock and bring herself off again and again. Sometimes his cock, even though he was still completely asleep, would again get rock-hard and she would fuck herself into at least another orgasm without her brother ever waking up.
This time that didn't happen. He rolled off her and lay by her side. "Did Pa tell you about Aunt Gussie and Rosebud?"
"No," she said, wishing he would have left his cock in her cunt. "He was mad 'cause he found me sleepin' instead of workin' when he got home."
"They're comin' in tomorrow afternoon."
"But tomorrow's Thursday. I thought they weren't gonna be here until Saturday morning."
"I heard Pa talkin' with Rosebud on the phone. I never seen him like that, Alma Mae. He was almost cryin' and he was beggin' Rosebud to come down early. She must of said okay, 'cause when he hung up he told me they would be here tomorrow afternoon."
That's good, Alma thought. Now maybe whatever bad blood Pa and Rosebud had between them they could get it settled and be back like father and daughter again.
As she lay there beside her brother she started thinking about Rosebud and her father's sister, Aunt Gussie. She didn't realize it, but all her thoughts of them were sexual thoughts.
Rosebud was Rafer's age, four years older than Alma Mae. Even though she hadn't seen her older sister for many months, she was sure the girl had changed very little. Rosebud had long, curly, naturally blonde hair. That had always struck Alma as strange because both she and Able, and their father and mother were very dark, with olive skin and black hair. Also, while the four of them were big boned, Rosebud was slight. She was very tall for a girl and her white skin seemed about to break where it stretched across her thin, delicate frame. Her features were soft, almost doll-like.
Able's voice intruded on her thoughts. "You ain't gonna tell Rosebud about us, are ya, Alma Mae. I mean, about us gettin' together all this time and fuckin' and suckin'?"
"I guess not," she said. "I never thought much about it."
"She maybe won't let me fuck her this weekend if she knows about us."
Alma Mae thought for a few moments. For some strange reason she was suddenly jealous of her older sister. Rosebud was beautiful with her fine features and her long hair but Alma Mae knew that her own body was far more appealing to men than her older sister's. Alma now wore a size 38-D bra.
She knew that Rosebud could barely fill a 34-B. Also, Alma's hips were wide, very soft and full fleshed, while Rosebud's were narrow and almost bony where they protruded from her flat belly. A man could fill his hands with Alma while, with Rosebud, he would have a hard time holding on during the course of a good, wild, free-flinging fuck.
"Tell me somethin', Able," she said.
"Yeah?"
"Do you like to fuck Rosebud better than me? I mean do you think she's a better fucker than I am?"
"No," he said after a moment's thought. "But it's a lot different... fuckin' her, I mean."
"What do you mean... different?"
"Oh just things."
"What things, dammit?"
"Well, things she liked to do and things she'd want me to do to her. You don't do those things."
"Like what?" she urged, the anticipation of his story starting to make the juice glands in her cunt secrete new wetness.
"Well, for one thing," he began, "she used to like me to fist-fuck her cunt."
"What's that?" Alma said, suddenly very curious, and realizing something she had never wondered about before. She knew nothing about other women's cunts. Listening to Able describe Rosebud's tits, her ass, and her cunt, Alma Mae suddenly realized that all cunts, like all cocks, just weren't the same.
"See, Alma Mae, even though you got bigger tits and a lot better ass than Rosebud, your cunt's different. I mean really different."
"How?" she said, her breathing coming in longer and harder gasps.
"You're really a good fuck in the cunt, Alma, 'cause you're so tight. I mean compared to Rosebud you got a really small pussy. And, like I say, that's really neat for cock-fuckin', but Rosebud's is big. I mean it's really big. She can take anything in it."
"Why is it bigger than mine?" Alma asked.
"I don't know," he replied, really warming to his subject now, "but one of the older guys at school told me once that real tall girls, with real wide hips, usually got real big cunts. That way they not only can take more up their cracks but they need more so they can come good. Also, when they're real tall, their knobs that make 'em come..."
"Yeah, their clits hang down a little different so cocks can get to 'em easier. I mean, so's cocks can rub against 'em harder, you know?"
"So what do you mean when you fist-fucked Rosebud?"
"Well, I'd slide my hand inside her cunt. I mean my whole hand, and then, when I'd get it inside, I'd ball it up into a fist."
"How far would you put it? Your fist, I mean, up her?" Alma said, now truly amazed.
"Clear to my wrist. And then when I'd make the fist I'd start fuckin' her with it. You know, poundin' it against the inside of her cunt just like a big cock and rub my wrist against her clit. She'd go crazy and hump and buck against my fist until she'd come over and over again like crazy."
"Jesus," Alma breathed, the thought of a whole fist in her cunt scaring her, but, at the same time, exciting the hell out of her.
"And while I was doing that she'd suck me off. But even that was real different. I mean the way she would suck off my cock."
"Whatta you mean?"
"She'd just take the head of my cock between her lips. And I mean just the head of it, above the ridge. Then she'd squeeze her ups real tight over it, hollow her cheeks, and suck like all hell. And while she cock sucked she tongued the tip of the head until I thought I was gonna go crazy. And, on top of that, she'd make me tell her just before I was gonna come so she could pull it out of her face and hold it just a few inches away from her mouth and nose."
"Why'd she do that?"
"I don't know. But I guess she just liked to see me come," Able said. "Anyway she'd moan an groan while I was comin' all over her and close her eyes an' really love it. My cum would go all over her cheeks and her eyes, and even in her hair. Then when she seen I was done she'd scrape it off her face and out of her hair with her fingers and lick it off them. All durin' that an' while she was eatin' my cum off her hands I could feel her cunt comin' like hell again, over and over. Shit, she'd close her cunt muscles over my fist so fuckin' hard I swear I thought, sometimes, that she was gonna break my wrist!"
"I like to eat your cum," Alma said.
"Yeah, I know. But, like I say, Rosebud did everything just a little different. She told me she liked to eat cum as much as get it from a cock and just swallow it."
"What else did she do?" Alma asked as she rolled over on her side and moved the crack of her ass up against her brother's cock. In the telling he had evidently also gotten excited again. His cock was as rigid as a flagpole. She urged him to tell her more while she ran the rigid head lovingly up and down the crack of her ass which, by now, was well moistened by the juices that flowed in abundance from her cunt.
"She use to really love to have me get one of the big cucumbers out of the garden. You know the kind? The real long, real fat ones?"
"Yeah, I know," Alma said, visualizing already what he was going to tell her. Her breathing now started coming in great gasps. His story was turning her on more than he would ever know. She wiggled her ass further back against his body. The head of his prick nestled against her sweaty, cunt-juice filled asshole. Her blood was boiling from Able telling about fucking their sister in so many crazy ways. "Hurry," she gasped, "tell me! What did you do with the cucumber?"
"I'd shove the cucumber up her cunt so far I'd almost lose it. I mean that big fucker went clear up there and she'd just take it without so much as a whimper. In fact she'd moan and whimper like crazy about how good a fit it was and how great it felt to have her cunt so full. Then she'd lean way back against her shoulders and raise her ass real high in the air until I was lookin' straight down at the tip of the cucumber in her cunt and her asshole winkin' at me underneath it."
"Don't tell me... you mean you fucked her in the ass while she fucked herself with the cucumber?"
"That's right," Able said, straining his cock against Alma's ass more and more as he finished relating the story. "An' I wouldn't put it in her gentle either, an inch at a time. I'd just get it fight against the hole and then I'd pour it to her, shove it right up her ass. Just like this!"
He did what he said. Alma's asshole had been ready, willing and able, but there was no way he could enter her in just one stroke. And it still hurt her as it entered. But she took it because she wanted it so much. The story he had related about Rosebud's amazing cunt and her wild ass had turned her on so much that she had already had one good come during it, just squeezing her thighs together.
He was still grunting and groaning behind her when she slipped away from him and his cock came out of her asshole with a slurping sound.
"What the hell's the matter, Alma Mae? Goddam, I was nearly all the way in."
"I want to do it too," she said, fire bursting from her eyes.
"You wanna do what?" he asked.
"I want to fuck like you said Rosebud fucked," she replied, starting to push him from the bed. "Sneak out to the kitchen and get a cucumber."
He mumbled as if he thought she was crazy. "You ain't gonna like it, Alma Mae. I swear I don't think you can take it."
"I wanna try, anyway," she said. "Now go on, but be quiet or Pa'll hear ya."
He padded out of the room and she slipped to her dresser. Carefully and quietly she opened one of the drawers and extracted a small jar of Vaseline. She took a great gob and smeared in her cunt and up the crack of her ass.
She was barely back in the bed when she heard him reenter the room and slip in bed beside her. "Let's see it," she said.
He held it up while she shined the flashlight on it. It was almost a foot long and bigger around than her wrist. "See what I mean?" he said, and chuckled as he turned it around and around for her inspection.
"My God!" Alma Mae exclaimed. "She really took that up her cunt?"
"One just about the same size," he said. "Lay back down an' I'll try it."
She flopped on her back and opened her legs just as wide as she could get them. She continued shining the light on her cunt as she watched Able run the smaller end of the cucumber up the slit between her cuntlips. It felt good, real good to her, and she assumed that it would go inside and feel just as good.
"Here it goes," he said.
She felt just the end go in and the thrill went right from her cunt up to her tits, and on to the base of her brain. She lunged upward with her hips, sending her gooey cunt up over the cucumber while Able shoved the huge green monster down into her. Further and further it went, both of them grunting and groaning with the exertion of filling her cunt.
Almost a third of it was inside her, and Able was moving it around and from side to side, extracting it and then pushing it in and out as if it actually were a huge, hard cock.
She fisted his prick, keeping him hard so he would be ready to shove it in her ass and far up her shit chute when the cucumber was fully implanted in her heaving cunt.
"Shit fire, Alma Mae!" he said, his eyes wide and staring. "You're takin' it! You're cunt's takin' the big fuckin' thing!"
"Go on! Put it in! Shove it home! I can take it. Put it to me!"
And he did.
He actually put all his strength and weight behind the missile, shoving it into her cunt and driving her ass into the mattress in the process. He watched it go in further and further, watched it disappear in the wet, slimy mire of his sister's cunt. It was beautiful to watch her hairy cuntlips envelop the huge projectile like a wet, hairy glove.
She looked down. She could see her cuntlips spread wide, as far as they would go, around it. Almost two-thirds of it was in her cunt. She was determined to prove to herself and show Able that she could take it all.
"Push," she urged. "Put it all in me! Fill my fuckin' cunt with it, baby!"
He renewed his efforts and she saw and felt all but an inch or so of the gigantic, phony cock go inside her molten cunt.
"You got it," he said.
"I took it," she sighed, squeezing her thighs around her fully stretched cunt. "I told you I could."
It hurt. She could feel it hurting like hell in her pussy. She felt like the huge vegetable was going to come clear out her throat. But she had taken it up her cunt and now she would take her brother's cock up her asshole.
"Now fuck me in the ass!" she moaned. "Put your pecker up my asshole!"
"Are you sure, Alma Mae?" He poised his cock above her, hard and yearning, in his hand. He truly wanted to shove all of his meat up her ass, but he was afraid it would tear her apart. The cucumber had expanded her cunt so much that he could barely see her asshole puckering like a pink rose in the dark, hairy crack beneath it.
"Yes, I'm sure," she lied. "Give me your fucking cock... now!"
Able stuck his index finger in his mouth, got it good and wet, and gently shoved it in his sister's asshole. She groaned but slithered up against it, taking it up her shit chute.
"Does that hurt?" he asked.
"What difference does it make?" she retorted. "Dammit, I want it now! Give it to me!"
He shrugged and placed his hard cockhead against the entrance to her ass. He noticed that she had been squeezing her cuntlips around the cucumber so hard that her pussy juice had started to flow again. It oozed in clear streams around her cucumber-filled cunt.
He looked down at his sister. "You're beautiful," he said, completely without provocation, but meaning every word of it.
"You're sweet," she replied, sensing his warmth. "Now give me your cock, baby brother. Shove your sweet cock home in my ass!"
She leaned further back on her shoulders, awaiting his entrance into her asshole. Alma moved her rump even higher toward his cock, widening her crack as much as she could. His knees were now under her back, her asshole directly below his prick.
Carefully, Able studied her beautiful asshole. He stared down at the brown and pink opening ringed with coarse hair. Then he looked at his rigid cock. Could he get his throbbing prick into a hole that was nearly shut tight by another object? His hard cockhead completely covered her puckered hole. Could her asshole expand enough to take his prick under these conditions? Rosebud's had, but then Rosebud had a cunt and an asshole that were unbelievable.
"I don't want to hurt you, Alma," he said.
Her voice sounded muffled. Lust and pride hardened it. "Spit on the end of your cock. I Vaselined my ass... give it to me!"
Able circled the cucumber where it protruded from her cunt with his finger. He took the juice he found there and painted the head and shaft of his cock with them.
Again he placed it at her asshole. He shoved hard. His cockhead parted her hole and she stifled a scream. At the same time she dug her nails into his lep, nearly drawing blood.
"More?" he asked, nearly crying himself. He wished he hadn't told her about Rosebud's ability to take cock. He sensed she was only doing this in order to please him and satisfy her own pride.
"More!" she said, biting her lips and fighting back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.
He thrust again, and another inch of his cock pressed into her ass. Again her body convulsed. It was a spasm somewhere in that twilight zone between the total joy of getting a cock in her and the ultimate pain of taking what she knew her body wasn't equipped for.
He looked down at her face and knew that the whole thing was hopeless. He pulled out of her and reached with one hand to extract the huge cucumber from her cunt.
"What are you doin'?" she asked.
"Nothin'," he lied. "I'm just goin' to run it up and down a little in your cunt to make your cunt and asshole a little more juicy and ready for my cock. Okay?"
"Yeah," she said, almost glad but unwilling to admit the fact that it suddenly felt good having the huge thing out of her cunt. Then it was back and it felt better. She squeezed her cuntlips around it and it felt so good she almost came at once.
Able had extracted the huge cucumber and inserted a second one that he had brought from the kitchen. It was nearly as long but only half the size around. Her cunt accommodated the new phony cock well, and he knew, because of it, they were both on the verge of a really fine fuck.
Her asshole seemed to wink at him in eagerness now. He held his cock in the middle so it wouldn't bend. Slowly, carefully, he forced his knob into her ass, thrilling to the sudden, delirious warmth that met his penetration. She was going to be able to take it with the smaller cucumber in her cunt hole.
Her heart sang. She could feel her brother's cock enter her ass as she continued to clutch the cucumber that filled her cunt.
Able's fear was gone. She could handle what she had in her now, and the feeling her asshole was giving his cock was beautiful. His whole being, his entire body and soul, concentrated on the pulsating, straining asshole of his beautiful sister.
She too lost all sense of time and space. Her cunt, her ass, her whole body was full, and she reveled in it. All she could sense or feel was his hard, round cock sliding, like a fat sliver of steel, deeper and deeper into the warmth of her spread asshole.
"It's good. It feels so good," she moaned. "Fuck my ass good!"
She welcomed the hardness of his cock. The thin wall between her ass and her cunt strained with his snug entry. She moaned in happy delirium, her asshole opening and closing around his plunging shaft, loving its full hardness. Then she could feel his balls bouncing against her tailbone and knew that she had done it. She had him all. All of his cock was in her asshole and her cunt was stuffed full with the big cucumber.
Able was just as thrilled. He was in his sister's ass to the hilt. His cum-filled balls squeezed into her open asscrack. He gripped her hips just above the waist. He looked down, his mind rocking with the joy of the sight.
She was working the cucumber around in her cunt with one hand and massaging her rigid clitoris with the other, while thrusting his cock in and out of her ass with her hips.
"Fuck slower, Able!" she gasped. "Just a little slower so I can bring myself off at the same time with you!"
He slowed his pace, fucking her ass with steady but shortened, slower strokes. She farted, the pressure whistling out around his plunging cock. Her asshole was wet with juice now and it opened and closed around his prick as he moved.
"You do it for me, Able! Please!" she gasped. "So I can play with my tits!"
At first he didn't realize what she wanted, and then she took his hands and placed them on the object protruding from her aunt, and he knew. He started working the cucumber in and out of her cunt with his hands, while he kept the rhythm in perfect tempo with the hinges of his cock in her shit chute.
She immediately rewarded him. Her asscheeks went wild, and her asshole felt as though it would sever his prick.
"Oh shit, shit, shit... take it... oh, shit, that's beautiful!" she gasped, her eyes wide, staring as she watched the cucumber go in and out of her while she squeezed and wrenched at her tits. She literally clawed at them in her passion.
"Is it good that way?" he asked.
"Oh yes!" she replied. "Shoot your jism into my asshole! I can hardly wait for it!"
He reared back, just his cockhead in Alma Mae's asshole. He looked down at her lovely ass spread before him. Her asshole struggled to get him back in. He realized that she wanted to be hit there even harder. He was willing. He loved to fuck her ass full force, ramming his cock up her with everything he had. He closed his eyes. His fingers moved to her legs, dug into her flanks. He could sense his orgasm. He went back and forth, his prick making slurping sounds of passion. His speed increased as his climax approached.
Alma moaned, and reaching behind him with both hands she grasped his balls. They had pulled high into his bag, a sign that he was about to come. Carefully, slowly, she kneaded his sac, and his balls felt good to her warm, soft fingers. She felt his cock go way back, only the knob hanging in her hole. There it hesitated, jumped, and slid into her asshole again to its utmost depth.
She cried happily as she felt his jism whitewash her juicy bowels. She felt his cum spew from the end of his rigid prick with a greater force than ever before. She wished it were in her mouth at the same time, in her cunt at the same time. She wished she had all her holes full of spurting cocks.
She whimpered and ground his balls together as she felt her own orgasm start. It came slowly at first, and then built. She removed her hands from his balls and took the cucumber from him. She used it like a ramrod, shoving it in and out of her juicy cunt as if she were trying to tear the flesh apart. Her come hit her like a dam bursting.
As her muscles relaxed his cock slipped from her ass and the cucumber squeezed out of her cunt. He rolled over to lay beside her, his hand lovingly massaging her wet cunt. "God, that was sure good, Alma Mae," he said, his face close to her ear.
She didn't answer but turned her head to him. His lips and hers met in clinging, sullen, lovely heat. Her tongue boldly invaded his mouth. It was the first time his sister had ever kissed him like that -- like a lover. And it surprised him. But as the kiss became more insistent he answered her tongue with his own.
He pulled his lips from hers at last. "Whewww," he said.
"Thank you," she said, smiling at him in the darkness of the room.
This time he didn't answer. Instead he moved his head down across her soft, flat belly and placed his lips and nose in the curly mat of her soaking cunt hair. He always liked to do that after they had fucked real good. Often he would just go to sleep like that and return to his own bed just before dawn crept through the bedroom windows.
She was just about asleep, Able's head resting between her legs, his tongue softly, gently licking the residue of juices from her hairy cuntlips, when he shocked her with yet another new idea.
"Alma Mae, maybe it would be better to tell Rosebud about us."
"Why?"
"Then maybe we could both play with her. You know, I eat your pussy while she sucks my cock, or I fuck her while I eat out your cunt? Wouldn't that be fun?"
Alma didn't answer him. It was bad enough, she thought, making love to your own brother, but your sister too? And both of them at the same time would be just that much worse.
Or would it?
When she finally did go to sleep she dreamed about Rosebud's beautiful face in her crotch sucking on her cunt and licking it with the tongue that had taught her brother to be such an expert cunt lapper.
Chapter Four
It was barely dawn when she climbed out of bed the following morning. She had ached most of the night, but until then she had refused to admit it to herself. Both her cunt and her asshole were sore with a near blinding, stinging pain.
Quietly she sneaked into the hall and padded across to the bathroom. She left the door open a crack and didn't turn on the light. What she wanted to do she could do by feel. She wouldn't need any light.
Fumbling in the medicine cabinet she at last found the tube she wanted. She hoped the ointment would stop the terrible sensation that had developed around the inner ring of her asshole.
Squeezing a generous amount of the ointment on her fingers, she sat on the stool and tried to prop her legs up against, the wall. It didn't work. She couldn't get her legs to reach. She got down on the floor. On one elbow and her knees she reached behind her and started to apply the salve. This didn't work either. She couldn't get in a comfortable position. The door and clothes hamper kept hitting her head and the tub pushed against the side of one knee.
Then she had an idea.
Without even standing she crawled through the shower curtain opening into the tub. It would not only be easier to apply the ointment there, she thought, but when that was done she could slide her ass and cunt up under the faucet and let the cool water run across her burning crotch.
Suddenly she heard footsteps in the hallway. Was it Able? she wondered. No, they were coming from the wrong direction. It had to be her father.
The next thing she knew he was in the bathroom! She heard the door close and the lock snap in place. She felt like a fool, bath embarrassed and scared. She didn't want her father to catch her in the bathtub with her legs spread, high in the air and her fingers shoving cream up her cunt and asshole.
She bit her lip and stayed perfectly still, totally quiet as the light came on.
Oh God, she thought, she could see him, and if she could see him through the crack in the shower curtain, then she figured that he could see her. She hoped that it would be dark enough behind the curtain so he couldn't.
He was totally nude with his back to her, standing over the toilet. Without thinking, her eyes scanned his heavily muscled body. She had never seen him naked before. Absently she compared her father's nude body to Able's. To her surprise her father came out first.
And then he turned and she got her second, even bigger, surprise. The only difference between her father's cock and the huge cucumber she had rammed up her cunt the night before was the color. His cock was gigantic. It lay in his fist like a monstrous weapon.
She watched his large hand, the fingers barely touching around the shaft of his cock, glide up and down its length. He raised his hand to his mouth, spit in the palm, and then replaced it, once again working back and forth on his cockshaft.
And then it dawned on her. He had a hard-on. And not only that, he was jacking it off. Right in the bathroom, in front of his daughter, he was fisting and straining on his cock, jacking it off, making himself come with his hand.
She turned her head away. But she couldn't keep her eyes off it. They returned only to stare even harder at the huge cock. Something clicked in her mind. Suddenly she was proud of her father. His body, like hers, was well developed, strong and virile. She had only seen two other hard cocks in her life but neither of them could compare in length, width, or sheer pulsating beauty to the huge staff that was now throbbing only inches from her face.
From her lips, she thought. It was there right in front of her lips. She would only have to draw her body up, slither her legs beneath her and lean her head out a few inches from the curtain. She would then be able to close her lips and mouth around that huge, throbbing pink knob.
She became more fascinated as she watched. He had stuck one arm out against the wall. Bracing himself with that hand, his other became a blur, riding back and forth on the shaft of his cock. At the same time his hips pumped, fucking his cock into the hand.
He had risen to the very tips of his toes, cording into bunches the heavy muscles of his legs. His head was thrown far back and his eyes were closed in what looked like sheer ecstasy.
His cockshaft became a dark, olive-skinned ramrod in his hand, the head gleaming red, disappearing and reappearing as his strokes got longer and longer.
Alma had brought her legs clear up under her.
The pain in her cunt and ass had completely disappeared now. Unconsciously she had made a fist of three of her fingers and jammed them up her cunt. Her pussy juices had already started to flow like a river, mixing with the creamy salve she had inserted inside her cunt, and now it was running in tiny streams down the insides of her quivering thighs.
All thoughts that the cock in front of her belonged to her father disappeared. It became only a huge, surging hunk of beautiful meat. The biggest and most beautiful cock she had ever seen. And she wanted it. She wanted it in her cunt, her ass, but most of all, at that moment, she wanted it sliding over her tongue and down her throat.
She was just on the brink of leaning her head outside the curtain when he came. Cum flew from the head of his cock in long, thick, milky streams. More and more jism flew from his body as he pumped the shaft harder and harder. It seemed, from her point of view, as though her father were pissing jism.
It shocked her enough to make her settle back into the tub. She had never dreamed that a man's balls could hold so much cum.
She continued finger-fucking herself as she watched him skin his cock back and forth, forcing the last spurts and, then, the last drops of thick cum from its head.
He used a towel to clean himself. When he had finished he dropped it into the hamper, turned off the light, and slid out the door.
Instantly Alma Mae started running her fingers up and down her cuntal crack, forcing her knuckles against her hardened clitoris.
And just as quickly she stopped when the full force of realization hit her concerning what she had just witnessed.
She had just seen her father naked with a huge throbbing hard-on.
She had just seen a grown, handsome, healthy man jack off until his cum spewed like a fountain from the end of his cock.
But why had he jacked off?
Then she remembered that he had no woman to fuck. She had Rafer and Able to fuck, and they, in turn, had her, but he had no one. Suddenly she took her hand out of her cunt and crept out of the bathroom and back to her bed.
That morning at breakfast Alma studied her father across the table when she was sure he wasn't watching. He was handsome, she decided, and much taller and wider than she had remembered. And he was still young. But then he was a man... an older man. And she knew he was still healthy. Why shouldn't he have the joy and the fun of sex like everyone else?
Since her mother had died he had never courted any of the women in town or in the surrounding area. She had heard him telling a neighbor once that he didn't think it would look right if he started running after women after his wife's death.
"Alma Mae."
"Yes, Daddy," she said, jerking her eyes up to meet his.
"They'll probably be here about three this afternoon. You call me down at the mill as soon as they arrive. All right?"
"Yes, Daddy. I will."
"C'mon, Able... let's go. You'll be tate for summer school."
"I don't feel like goin' today," Able argued. "I wanna stay home an wait for Aunt Gussie and Rosebud."
"You'll go to school," his father said, "an' you'll get some education so you won't end up..."
"I don't wanna go today," Able said, his voice rising.
"You'll go!"
"Do like Daddy says, Able. Please," Alma Mae said. Suddenly she didn't like the way he talked back to their father. All at once she saw the lines of worry on his face, the gray starting, just slightly, in his hair. Able, she thought, shouldn't take advantage of him.
Able looked at her as if he were about to argue with her also. She stared him down until he rose and grabbed his books.
After they left she started through the house methodically cleaning each room. It didn't take long. It was a small house. That made her, once again that day, feel sorry for her father. He had worked hard all his life and had nothing. One of his children was gone, probably for good. She herself was almost fourteen. In that part of the country girls married early. That meant that in two or three years she, too, would be married and gone.
And, lastly, she remembered that her mother was gone and that when all the rest of them had gone he would have no one.
And he might as well have nothing, she thought, as she looked around.
All he had was a tiny house with a hundred acres of useless land around it. He had been a farmer, and a good one, all of his life. But because of that hundred acres, its mortgage, and its lack of any hopes of a good crop, he had been forced to take a job at the feed mill. A job he despised.
As she was cleaning under her bed she found the two cucumbers. She laughed when she realized what her brother had done. Then, suddenly, as she stared at the larger of the two, her mouth formed a hard line and her tits started aching along with the sudden surge of desire that flamed in her belly and cunt.
She wrapped her hand around it and fisted it just as she would fist a long, fat, hard prick. She brought it slowly up to her mouth. Her eyes closed and her lips opened. Around the end of the imaginary cockhead they curled. Into her mouth it slipped as visions of her father's gigantic cock, hard and dripping cum, danced on the insides of her tightly pressed eyelids.
Automatically she started sucking and tonguing the end of it. She could almost taste the sweet flavor of her father's cock and jism in her mouth.
With her other hand she reached beneath her dress and fingered her cunt. In no time, her panties were soaked at the crotch and she was sucking on the cucumber as if it were actually a cock, savoring the taste of her own cunt juices from the night before.
She wanted to come. Her mind was screaming at her cunt for release. Her and Able's bedroom was the last to be cleaned. She whirled around it like a dervish, finishing the cleaning in no time so she could get on to the release of her passion.
As soon as she finished, she stripped nude and bounced across the hall to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and charged back into her room. At the dresser she smeared Vaseline all over End of the cucumber. In the hall, crossing back to the bath, she paused for a moment, thinking she had heard a sound downstairs.
Deciding it was nothing she returned to the bathroom. She was just about to step into the shower when she heard his voice behind her.
"Jeeeeeesus... Alma Mae, you are beautiful. You got the most beautiful everything in the whole world."
She whirled, hiding the cucumber behind her back with one hand while grabbing a towel and covering herself with the other.
"Rafer Clooney, what are you doin' over here again in the middle of the day?"
"Lookin' at the most beautiful gal I ever seen in my whole life."
He moved into the room and started to take her in his arms. She backed away from him but had nowhere to go when she felt the rim of the tub against the back of her knees.
"You gotta get outta here," she said. "Why? Ain't nobody here but us."
"Rosebud and Aunt Gussie'll be here any minute. They decided to come down a day early. Honest, you gotta go."
He kept advancing toward her. She didn't know what to do. She knew she was hot and wanted release but she didn't want him to catch her with the cucumber. She reasoned he might guess what she planned to do with it and make fun of her.
"Alma Mae, I come over on my lunch hour just to tell you somethin'," he said, a wistful look in his eyes as he stopped right in front of her.
"What?"
"Well I..." he paused, as if he didn't quite know what he was going to say or just how he would go about saying it.
"Well tell me and go! Please!" Her voice almost cracked as the tremors started from his nearness to her naked body.
"I..." he stammered. He put his arms around her and pulled her body close to his. He bent his head and closed his lips with hers in a long lingering kiss.
She could feel the mat of hair on his chest through the partially opened shirt. It taunted and tickled her nipples to erect life as he crushed her tits against him. His hands dropped down across her smooth back and cupped her asscheeks. His fingers parted the cheeks and his fingertips explored her asshole and the wealth of hair that hung from her cuntal crack.
She couldn't help it. She responded to his kiss, shoving her tongue into his mouth and meeting his. She put her arms around his neck and held him tight and close.
Their saliva mingled as did their tongues until at last he lifted his head and let his eyes stare dreamily down into hers.
"I love you, Alma Mae," he said.
"What?"
"I said I love you. I guess I always have but yesterday seem' you an' havin' you like I did I guess I really started believin' it. I know your daddy needs you but one a these days soon... well, I'm tellin' you."
"Yes," she said, wanting him to say it but at the same time dreading to hear it.
"I wanna marry you, Alma Mae," he said, "I truly do want to."
Again his head bent and their lips locked. Their tongues wrapped around each other. She thought her own tongue would leave her mouth, he sucked on it so hard. She loved it, and the heat of his body made her want the release she knew he could give her.
And then, as he drove his tongue far down her throat, he pulled on her ass, bringing the fur of her cunt in direct, hard contact with his rampant, erect cock where it bulged in throbbing fullness in the front of his jeans.
It was all she needed. The cucumber fell from her hands and clattered as it hit the metal wastebasket.
"What was that?" he asked, breaking the kiss and lifting his face from hers.
"Nothing," she said, dropping the towel and moving toward the tub. "Take your clothes off! Hurry! And then get into the tub with me... but lock the door first!"
Quickly he did as she instructed and stepped into the tub, his throbbing, hard cock preceding him by eight inches and bobbing in front of his pelvis like a red-tipped lantern.
Again he took her in his arms and kissed her as the water from the shower pelted both of them. He shoved his hard-on between her legs and groaned around the kiss when she clamped her thighs over it and dry-fucked her clitoris on the ridge of his cockhead.
"Alma?"
"Yes... yes?"
"I ain't done nothin'... I mean, nothin' but think about you and how we loved each other, since yesterday."
"Really?" she said, loving his words almost as much as the rigid cock rubbing against her juicing cunt.
"I mean it. I ain't had nothin' on my mind but you. That lovin' was the best I ever had in my whole life and I'm sure I ain't never gonna get no better. I want it, an' I want you all the time, Alma Mae."
She was thrilled but she didn't want to show it. Coyly, she looked up into his eyes. "We'll talk about it," she said, "but right now I want this."
She squeezed her cunt with all her might over his cock. Then she pulled slightly away from him and started soaping him down thoroughly. With both washrag and soap she ran her hands along his back, stroking and kneading his heavy muscles. As her hands reached his hip level she could hear his breathing get heavier.
"Feel good?" she asked, turning her smiling face up to his.
"Oh shit, Alma, you know it feels good," he groaned, and grabbed another bar of soap to do for her what she was doing for him.
Then she reached between his legs and, starting at the top of the crack between his asscheeks, she ran the rag and the soap down, down until she was soaping his balls and then his cock. To her joy it grew even bigger and thicker, and harder in her hand.
"Ummm," he murmured, kneading her tits and closing his eyes as he threw his head back. "That's nice, Alma Mae. That feels so good."
Stooping, Alma began to kiss and lick his cock and balls. "I've been wanting to do this to a cock all morning," she said softly.
Her lips shifted expertly from the head of his cock to one of his balls. She went from one to the other, noting the fullness of his sac and the rigid state of his cock.
"Squeeze them," she said when he leaned over and, again, started playing with her tits. "Squeeze them good, my darling. Twist them. Run your fingers around my nipples. I love it!"
Rafer nodded and began to manipulate her tits with more pressure until she began to feel the juices dripping from her cuntlips.
She mouthed contentedly on his throbbing prick, sucking him deep into her throat with tight lips, then relaxing to slide her mouth along his slippery shaft. She sucked him thoroughly from his hilt all the way to his pulsing cockhead. Her tongue flattened against the hard head of his cock as her mouth closed over the shaft, taking it far down her throat.
Rafer began to pant now and his hands were rough on her tits. She moved more quickly now, tugging at his cock in violent moves as if she were trying to tear it out of his body. She felt his muscles tense and knew that he was about to come. She gripped tighter with her lips and felt him shudder and then tasted the hot jet-like stream of cum from his cock.
As she brought her hand into play on his cockshaft, jacking the white, creamy jism into her throat, she closed her eyes and her mind wandered to what she had seen that morning. She imagined her father's huge, rugged cock inside her mouth, his hot stream of cum flowing like piss into her throat. At last she had sucked Rafer dry. She took her mouth from his cock and let the water from the shower do the rest.
"Now you," he said, dropping to his knees in front of her and raising her body to a standing position with his strong hands.
"Yes, my darling," she moaned, wanting him to spread her cuntlips with his tongue and suck her hot juices into her mouth as she had done with his.
She parted her legs as his head moved between her thighs, his mouth already opened and his tongue darting hungrily toward her cunt. He began to lick her sweet-tasting silt, lapping up her gathered juices. Then he moved to her cuntal opening and his tongue sent the beautiful, rising sensations of lust through her quivering body.
Alma sighed, loving the way he was eating her cunt. He used his tongue like a cock, ramming it into her clutching hole. He nibbled and tasted all of her pussy's delectable sweetness. She put her hands on his head, forcing his face more firmly against her cunt. She began moving her hips from side to side, joyously drenching his whole face with the juices from her seething cunt.
"Oh you're so good," she moaned, urging him to greater heights. "Eat me good and make me come! Eat me, eat me, eat me!"
Rafer nodded his forehead against her belly, anxious to please her. The gush of her cunt juices clung to his tongue and rolled down his throat as he stiffened the probe and pushed deeper, ever deeper, into her steaming, jellied cunt.
Alma Mae squirmed, trying to hold her footing on the bottom of the slick tub. Her thighs pressed hot and sticky against his face, imprisoning him there between the rounded columns of taut young flesh.
His hands grabbed at her tits, twisting and kneading them. Then they shifted to her plump, rounded asscheeks, also squeezing them and pulling on them until her cunt swelled around his nose with the force. His tongue moved snakelike with increased speed and then she shuddered and he knew she was there.
Her orgasm was of incredible power. It swept over her entire body like a giant tidal wave, sweeping her passion and lust before it. Alma Mae wept joyfully, holding him tightly to her body as she quivered and shook through the first convulsive spasms. She held his mouth tight against her cunt as it throbbed, letting him get the full taste of her cuntal juices. Her thighs slapped uncontrollably against his cheeks as his head burrowed again, lapping at the knob of her female cock with insatiable need and desire.
"Oh Rafer, Rafer, my darling," she whispered. Her head spun and she experienced incredible waves of joy. His hands reached up again to her beautiful, globular, swaying tits, touching so gently at the pink nipples. He fucked at them with his long strong fingers, huffing them, and she felt his long hard tongue enter her cunt hole again.
Her soft, rounded belly fluttered as he sucked deeply at her slit, making her come for the second time in another spasmodic orgasm that shook her to the core. She panted hotly as it subsided and knelt down on the floor of the tub with him.
"Oh I loved it, Rafer, I loved it," she said, kissing his lips and laying his face with her tongue, sucking her own juices from his skin.
"Tonight," he murmured in her ear.
"No, not tonight... I can't."
"Tomorrow then," he urged. "I can't... really."
"Yes. Please, Alma Mae. I need you. Believe me, I really do."
"I'll be too busy with all this company. Listen, Saturday... at the picnic. We'll sneak off together up to the old cabin above the park. I promise."
"I don't think I can wait 'til then."
"You must!" she said. "Please... for me."
Then she kissed him again, her lips closing around his tongue, her hand giving his cock a final, loving squeeze, and gently pushed him from the tub.
The steam from the shower was so thick that she could barely see him in the doorway. He was fully dressed and still standing there looking at the lushness of her body.
"Go on!" she exclaimed. "They're gonna come any minute and catch you up here!"
"I love you, Alma Mae," he said, moving back and dipping his head to each of her tits in turn, laying the nipples with his tongue and sucking at them a little with his lips. "I truly do."
"I love you too, Rafer," she said. "Now git!"
"Do ya... do ya really?"
"I do," she said, shaking her head in amazement at the look of total adulation on his face.
She could hear his shouts of happiness halfway down the stairs as she lay back in the tub, smiling and stroking her body with a bar of soap.
Both her mind and her body felt relaxed. All the sexual tension she had felt coursing through her loins since that morning had been dissipated by the wild sucking she and Rafer had given each other's bodies.
He had sucked her good, she thought. Not quite as good as Able, but then, she smiled to herself, Rafer hadn't had the same amount of experience sucking her cunt as her brother had. He would learn, though, Rafer would, and she would get better with his cock in her cunt too. The more times they fucked the better it would become.
She finished rinsing her body and stepped from the shower. She had just started to dry herself off when she heard the screen door slam downstairs. Wrapping the towel around her wet body she stepped into the hall and started to call when she heard a voice starting up the stairs.
"Anybody home?"
Chapter Five
Rosebud rounded the corner of the stairs and took a few steps down the hall before she looked up. "It can't be! My God, Alma Mae, is that you?" she cried in that low, throaty voice that Alma remembered so well.
The younger girl ran down the hall and threw her arms around her sister. They had never been very close as sisters but, at that moment, after living in a house with just a man and a boy for so many months, Alma was happier to see Rosebud than anyone she could think of.
"Where's Aunt Gussie?" Alma exclaimed, her voice too loud, her face animated as she unconsciously became the girl that she really was.
"She stopped off to talk with Pa... alone for a while. They'll be along later."
"Come on in my room," Alma said, the excitement still in her voice. "I'll get dressed. Oh, it's so good to see you, Rosebud!"
"It's good to see you too, Alma Mae. Real good."
Rosebud preceded her sister down the hall and into their old room. As she moved, Alma studied her, noting how much she had changed. Her hair was shorter now but still as radiantly blonde as ever. It curled around her ears and her face, softly accenting the fine features and large, doe-like eyes. Her posture was different. She carried herself with more authority and style. She was already very tall and the platform shoes she wore added even more height to her tall figure. That and the carefully applied makeup seemed to add years of maturity and sophistication.
Another thing Alma noticed immediately was her figure. Rosebud was as thin as she remembered but now her body seemed to have a grace that Alma couldn't remember. Beneath the skin-tight dress her wide hips undulated, oozing a sexy quality that created envy in the eyes of her younger sister. The taut, smooth roll of her asscheeks told anyone that bothered to look that she wore no panties under the dress. Her tits were still small, but they too conveyed pure sex as they bralessly swayed and jiggled under the dress, their nipples making calculated projections in the satiny material.
Rather than just sit, Rosebud seemed to ooze onto the bed. Casually she fit a cigarette into a holder and lit it with a flourish. Looking around the room she said, "Jesus, the fucking place hasn't changed at all. Maybe a little cleaner." Alma had been gathering her clothes. Suddenly she stopped. In the heat of sexual passion, with Able or Rafer, she too had used such words. But it seemed strange to hear them bandied about without sex involved.
"Yeah," she said at last, "I guess the old place never will change."
"Where you goin'?" Rosebud asked as Alma started for the door.
"To change."
"Where?"
"In the bathroom," Alma said, her brows knitting quizzically.
"Why?"
"We're both girls, remember? Don't tell me since you've gotten tits you're shy. God, Alma Mae, if I had that body I wouldn't be ashamed of it. I'd probably put it on a billboard with a sign: 'lookee, lookee, but no touchee, touchee'." She threw her head back, the long line of her white throat rippling in a loud laugh.
"No... it's just... well, nothin'," Alma said, dropping her things on the bed and starting to dry herself beneath the towel without removing it.
"Besides I'd like to see just how much my sister has developed," Rosebud said, absently picking up Alma Mae's bra from the welter of clothes beside her on the bed. "Wow... you must be..." Rosebud said, examining the size on the bra and then looking up just as Alma dropped the towel and turned toward her. Her mammoth tit swayed and bounced with the movement. "No, you're not kiddin'," Rosebud said as her eyes fastened on Alma's tits. "Shit, girl, if I had tits like that I'd be a fuckin' movie star."
Alma reddened. She felt the flush start in her face and go all the way down her body, through her legs and tickle her toes.
Rosebud smiled, a low chuckle in her throat. "Don't blush, darlin'," she said. "Why you're beautiful. Those are the most beautiful jugs I've ever seen."
"Thank you," Alma mumbled, not knowing what else to say. As she finished patting herself dry she could feel Rosebud's eyes taking in her body, examining every fiber of well-toned muscle in her full figure. "We're sure missin' you, Rosebud. Pa and Able talk about you all the time, wonderin' how you were gettin' along."
"I'll bet they have."
Alma couldn't place it for sure but she thought she sensed a strong tone of sarcasm in Rosebud's voice. She shrugged it off as she started getting into her clothes. "How do you like Memphis?"
"Fantastic," Rosebud replied, "wonderful. We go somewhere nearly every night. And it's not like around here. Up there, when you go out, there's something to do, people to be with. And men. Alma I didn't know there were so many good-looking men in the world."
Alma thought about Rafer. She was sure none of Rosebud's boy friends could be any better looking than Rafer; they might be smarter and wiser in city ways but they couldn't be better looking. "Do you have a lot of boy friends?" she asked.
"A different one every night. If I can. And usually I can," Rosebud said, laughing with a certain smugness in her voice. "But every once in a while there's someone kind of special that lasts a little longer than the others. I've got one like that now... I call him 'Footlong'."
"What?" Alma said from the vanity as she brushed her hair in the mirror.
"Footlong," Rosebud replied. "I call him that 'cause his big fat prick's longer than my foot."
Alma dropped the brush.
Her sister had changed, and Alma couldn't decide whether it was for the better or the worse. She liked the open, forthright talk about sex. It excited her. But the casual attitude toward sex and her sexual partners that was so obvious in the tone of her voice somewhat dulled that excitement. Alma knew that she, herself, could never feel anything but warmth and tenderness toward a sexual partner.
"What's wrong?" Rosebud asked.
"What?" Alma replied.
"You dropped your brush."
"Oh."
The older girl studied her for a moment, her eyes dancing. And then she again started laughing when she realized Alma's discomfort. The girl's face turned an even brighter red.
"I'm sorry, Alma. I guess I am shocking you. But I've changed. I've changed a lot."
"I know," Alma said. "I... I guess I'm just not used to it. You were always so quiet and shy before. This is... well, it's something new to me."
"Yeah, I know. There was a reason for that. Maybe sometime I'll tell you about it. But I'm not any more. Gussie cured me of that. She showed me that all a man wants is pussy. So now I'm like her: all I want from a man is his cock, on my terms. I don't feel like fuckin' him but he wants it anyway then I get other rewards."
"Rewards?" Alma said.
"Never mind! But listen, Alma Mae, you can't be just wasting away. With a figure like that you must be havin' a little fun with some of the boys around here."
"A..." Alma stammered, reddening more.
"I knew it. C'mon tell me! Who is it?"
"Rafer Clooney."
"Come sit down! Here!" She patted the bed beside her. "Tell me all about him. Does he fuck you? How much cock does he have?"
In the following few minutes Alma Mae discovered she not only loved doing it, she loved talking about it. Particularly when she had someone like Rosebud to talk with about it. Someone who obviously loved fucking and sucking as much as she did, even if she was callous in her attitude about who she did it with.
"He sucks on my cunt and I fuck his cock with my mouth and everything, Rosebud. I never told you before but we were doin' a little of it last summer before you left. He tried to fuck me then too. Lots of times, but I guess my pussy was just too little or too tight. No matter what we did then he just couldn't get his cock inside me."
"You were? Last summer?" the older girl replied. Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Why, I would have never, ever guessed."
Alma Mae went on to relate all of her sexual experiences with Rafer, including that morning in the bathtub. Rosebud asked, fascination in her eyes, about Rafer's cock. She wanted to know exactly how thick and how long it was. She even wanted to know how much bend it had when it was fully hard. Alma told her, in the most intricate detail, not only how it looked but how it felt in her ass, her cunt, and her mouth.
"You're lucky, Alma, believe me. It takes one hell of a lot of cock to make me feel that good," she said, and then looked up startled as if she had just understood what her younger sister had said. "You mean to tell me you're already taking it up the ass?"
Alma nodded. "And I love it." She almost added that Able had really taught her how to like it but she caught herself just in time. "Now tell me about Footlong!"
"Well it was really funny how it happened. I was at this party. It was in some rich guy's back yard. Gussie had been fucking the guy's father but he couldn't keep it up long enough at a time so she dumped him."
"You mean our Aunt Gussie?"
"Sure. Hey, there's a lot you don't know about Aunt Gussie. But that's another story. Do you wanna hear mine?"
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead!"
"There was a bunch of us in the pool just fooling around. None of the girls had their tops on an' most of them were built like you... I mean, zowie, out to here! Well, I got a little embarrassed and kept putting my arms over mine."
"Then all of a sudden this guy was behind me. He was riding one of those seahorses they have for the pool. You know, the kind they fill with air? Well, he put his arms around me and cupped my titties. At the same time he leans close to my ear an' tells me he likes my titties. He says when they're my size they're best because then you can get the whole hunk of tit in your mouth."
"Well, I tell him I don't agree. I say I wish I had big tits and I like big cocks. And you know what he says?"
"What," Alma said, hanging on every word, her mouth dropping open.
"He tells me he knows it. Not only that but he says he's heard that I got the cunt to handle big cock. Well, that jarred me a little, I'll tell ya, 'cause, see Alma, I really do have a big snatch. I mean, really big an' I didn't know it had gotten so damn famous so soon."
Alma smiled. She almost said, "I know," but she merely nodded.
"He asks me if I want him to prove it, that he can fill my cunt, I mean. I tell him the only way he can prove it is by shoving it to me from right where he is. Well, I knew that would be impossible with that seahorse between us and him way below me like that. I mean, he was a shrimp, not much more than five feet tall." She paused for dramatic effect and lit another cigarette.
"Well, what happened?" Alma Mae urged, feeling the crotch of her panties already beginning to soak with cunt juice.
"He laughs and tells me to pull the crotch of my bikini aside and he'll show me. I told him I'd do better than that. I just reached down and pulled them all the way off. All during this, mind you, it's dark, but there are people all around us. And Alma, when I fuck, I fuck wild. So it would have been a little embarrassing if he had been able to get his cock inside me from that distance. But, like I say, I figured it would be impossible."
"Jeez, was I fooled. The next thing I knew I feel this thing start up between my legs. At first I thought it was his knee. Then he tells me to spread my legs or else he can't get it in. I thought he was kiddin'. Believe me, he wasn't. When his fuckin' cockknob started spreading my pussy I thought he was gonna split me open. I reached behind me and, my God, it was the biggest cock I'd felt since..."
"Since when?" Alma asked.
"Since, a... since I got to Memphis."
"What happened then?"
"I turned around and told him I believed him. I also pulled him, by the cock, right out of the pool, into the house, and up to a bedroom. I didn't want to miss a thing. I wanted to get him in the light so I could see that big whang going in and out of my cunt."
"How'd it look? Was it really big?" Alma asked. "Not only big," Rosebud said, "but it was curved. It went straight out for about five or six inches and then curved up. I mean it actually curved nearly straight up for about another five inches."
"Wow, damn!" Alma exclaimed, her head whirling at the thought of such a cock. "How did it feel inside you?"
"Heavenly," Rosebud said, rolling her eyes back in her head. "I mean, normally, even with that much cock, he couldn't fill my cunt. But with that curve in it he could sure satisfy me."
"I laid him out on the bed and crawled on top of him. Then I leaned way over so I could watch it go in me. Jeez, it was wild! When the knob went in it was so big that it looked like it took half the outer lips of my cunt with it, I swear. When it went in my cunt, it started poking against the inside of my belly like it would come out my belly button!"
"I scootched down so my clit was right against the top of his fat cock and the inside of my cunt was being reamed like nothing I'd ever felt. It was beautiful, the second best fuck I ever had."
"Second?" Alma said. "Wow, I can't think what could be better than that! Who was the first?"
"That's a secret," Rosebud said, a gleam Alma hadn't noticed before entering the other girl's eyes. She changed the subject. "But have you got some tissues? Look at this, just from talkin' about it."
Rosebud lifted her dress to her waist and spread her legs wide. Alma looked down at her cunt. The pubic hair around it was almost a pure golden color and it spread nearly six inches wide, giving her cunt the appearance of being larger than its already mammoth proportions. It disappeared in two even, curly furrows down between her legs and ended where the dark crack of her ass separated her perfectly rounded asscheeks.
The inner lips of her cunt protruded slightly through the outer, and from them flowed thick streams of glistening cunt juice. Alma almost gasped when she looked down a bit further and saw that Rosebud's cunt hole gaped wide open. The younger girl could actually see where the pink walls got darker as they disappeared up the cavern of her cunt. The coarse hair around the hole was at least three inches thick and heavily matted. It glistened like spun gold with the clear flow of her cunt juices.
It was the second time that day Alma Mae experienced an irresistible urge to reach out and touch the genitals of another member of her family that she had never touched before.
The first had been her father's cock that morning. She idly compared the two, wondering if her father's huge cock could fill the gaping hole that yawned open before her.
She looked up into Rosebud's eyes. They seemed to be able to read her thoughts. Rosebud took three fingers of her right hand and ran them smoothly up her slit. They dripped with cunt juice as she studied them for a moment and then popped them into her mouth. She sucked them dry and smiled at Alma.
"Want a taste, sister?"
Alma Mae didn't get a chance to answer. Aunt Gussie's voice cackled from the downstairs hall, accompanied by the screen door's slam.
Alma's father rarely kept whiskey in the house. Aunt Gussie knew this so she had brought her own: a full picnic hamper of bottles. Everything from bonded bourbon, to English gin, to Southern corn.
She claimed she liked to chase the corn with something a little milder, like store-bought whiskey or that water they call gin. After Alma had helped serve the second round of drinks that afternoon she had started to believe it.
Her father had always told her that Aunt Gussie was a hard-swearing, hard-drinking, and hardworking woman. He had never said what she was hard working at, however.
It had been almost six years since Alma Mae had seen Gussie. She hadn't remembered her very well so it had come as a surprise when she had gone downstairs with Rosebud, expecting an old, fat woman to be behind the cackling laugh and high-pitched voice. She found exactly the opposite.
Gussie was a shorter, older version of her niece, Rosebud, and almost as beautiful. Her waist was narrow over wide, curving hips that molded into slender legs and delicate ankles. The skirt she wore was, like Rosebud's dress, skin tight. It stretched across an absolutely flat stomach and pressed so tightly across her crotch that the thick bulge of her cunt protruded through the material.
At the tits the comparison between Gussie and Rosebud stopped. Through the thin blouse Alma could clearly see her aunt's bulging, voluptuous tits. They pushed upward in two great, white globes. They seemed to bulge above her bra in high jutting beauty. In comparison to the rest of her diminutive body they were so large to seem almost grotesque. If Alma were any judge, she guessed them to be much larger than her own.
While her face did show its age, her nose was still pert below light-blue eyes, and above wide, heavily rouged lips that were full and sensual. Her blonde hair exactly the same shade as Rosebud's, fell, long and silky, past her shoulders.
"Good Lord," Gussie said, throwing her arms around Alma Mae, "is it really you?"
"Hello, Aunt Gussie," Alma Mae said, feeling the pillow of their tits meet in a bear hug.
"Would you look at these!" Gussie said, placing her hands under Alma's tits and hefting them for size and weight. "Regular milk wagons. Girl, you have blossomed. Bring some ice into the living room. Well sit, drink, and have a talk... girl talk."
"Where's Daddy?" Alma Mae said over her shoulder as she headed for the kitchen.
"He'll be along shortly. After I talked to him he decided to go ahead and finish the day at work."
Alma Mae delivered the ice and fixed the drinks under Gussie's shouted instructions. They both insisted Alma have one with them. She was terribly afraid of what her father would say, and told her aunt so.
"He won't say nothin'. He won't say a Goddam thing," Gussie intoned, her wide smile suddenly turning to a tight-lipped grimace.
Under those cold blue eyes Alma Mae quickly relented and poured a small drink for herself.
They talked small-talk, with Rosebud joining in only occasionally between polishing her nails, fussing with her hair, and constantly checking and renewing her makeup.
"Oh, don't pay no attention to her," Gussie said when Alma started watching her sister, fascinated. "She's spoiled to shit 'cause I keep tellin' her how beautiful she is an' how good she's gonna marry... if she listens to me. How's your love life, Alma Mae? When I was your age I'd already had all the best cocks in the county stuffed up me. You should have a lotta boy friends with those risin' beauties on your chest."
Again Alma was flustered by such brazen talk, even between women. She shot a glance at Rosebud, who didn't look up from her nails. "Well, I got one... or two," she giggled, and suddenly stopped. The drink had done funny thing to her head. She hoped that she wouldn't be forced into having another. Her father, she knew, no matter what Aunt Gussie said, would have a fit when he got home if he found out she had been drinking.
"That's good," Gussie said, "girls ought to have boy friends early. Then they know what the hell is goin' on and they don't get themselves into trouble before they can do somethin' about it. Believe me, I know. Your daddy bein' good to you?"
"I meant to ask her about that myself, Gussie," Rosebud said, suddenly interested in the conversation.
"All right, all right," Gussie said.
"Fine," Alma interjected. "Daddy's doin' real good."
"That's not what I meant, but never mind." Gussie downed another shot and cast her eyes around the sparsely furnished room. "When's your daddy gonna git shuck of this place, Alma Mae? When's he gonna git smart and git outta this low country... git up to the city... make some money for a change?"
"Never!"
"Huh?" Gussie's eyes jerked back to the girl.
The tone in Alma's voice was new, commanding, almost demanding in its quick retort. "This is his home, Aunt Gussie. It belongs to him. It's all he's got left now. Or almost all. He don't ever have to leave it."
"Okay, okay... don't git mad! I was just talkin'." She was silent for a moment, but then brought the conversation right back to the subjectd or close to it. "Lot of people movin' up to Memphis, or even on north, from down country. Got a lot of 'em working for me... remember Sue Ann Halle?"
"Oh yes, I sure do," Alma Mae replied.
"She works for me. Damn good girl... always wantin' to work. Fact is, most times I can't hardly keep her on her feet."
Rosebud nearly convulsed with laughter, sputtering part of her drink across the coffee table. Alma rushed for a rag and mopped it up.
"I'm sorry, Alma Mae," Rosebud said, still holding her sides.
"That's all right," Alma said, and swiveled her attention back to Aunt Gussie. "What kind of business are you in, Aunt Gussie?"
"Me?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well..." she said, pausing to exchange looks with Rosebud. "You might say I was in the catering business."
At that point Gussie and Rosebud both held their sides, drool and whiskey slipping from their lips as they bent nearly double with laughter.
"Hi, Rosebud."
They all turned to the doorway at once. Able stood there, looking almost forlorn. He looked at Rosebud, misty eyes full of total adoration. "I wanted to be here when you got here, but Pa wouldn't let me stay home from school today."
"Honey... baby," she said, skipping across the room. She dropped to her knees in front of him and took his head in her hands. If Able were a full-grown, adult man, Rosebud's position, on her knees accepting his open-mouthed, sensuous kiss, would have been just the right height for him.
Alma's eyes opened wide. The whiskey fogged her brain but the sight before her was clear as a crystal spring; Able worshiped her. It was obvious. He always had and he always would.
This sudden realization was the first of many shocks Alma Mae was to receive that weekend.
"Come say hello to your Aunt Gussie, Able," Rosebud said, at last breaking the kiss and turning to the center of the room, toward Gussie's chair, with Able in tow.
"Hello, Aunt Gussie," Able said, a cockiness in his voice Alma hadn't heard before. "How ya been?"
"I been fine," Gussie said, signaling Alma for a refill. When she had it she continued. "My, my, you're growin' faster than your sister there. I'll bet you got the girls all over you like bees, huh? Es that it? Just like horny bees, huh?"
With hooded eyes, and a confidence in his voice that Alma Mae had never heard before, he promptly answered, "I'd like to think I am, Aunt Gussie."
Gussie roared with laughter. Her huge tits, through the blouse and above the bra, shook like jelly. "You are, my man, you are! Come here and give your Aunt Gussie a thrill... give us a kiss. Give us one of your special, lovin' kisses!"
Able rambled to her side. Gussie grabbed him and eased his body around to her front. She pulled him close to her, in between her legs. When her lips met his he received a kiss from his aunt that was very similar, but perhaps more heated, than the one he had just laid on his sister. Alma wasn't sure because of where she was sitting but she thought that Gussie had taken Able's hand and placed it on her right tit. She was also sure Aunt Gussie had shoved her tongue far into Able's mouth.
Forgetting that she, herself, had often done the very same thing to her brother, she concluded that it was no way for an aunt to kiss her nephew.
Supper was a very strained affair. Her father had arrived home and taken in the living room scene with one full sweep of his head. He had then announced that he was going to shower and lie down for a while. He instructed Alma to call him when she had the meal ready and everyone was ready to eat.
This was a strange thing for her father to do, particularly when he had guests. Hospitality, personality, and outgoing friendliness to one and all were the traits in her father that Alma most admired. But, because he had obviously noticed that she had been drinking with her aunt and sister, and said nothing about it, Alma declined to ask what it was that seemed to be troubling him so much.
During supper, which Gussie and Rosebud insisted on calling dinner, he was quiet and almost curt with everyone at the table. This distressed Alma, but once again she dismissed it because she didn't understand it.
The unaccustomed drinking of whiskey had left her mind a little foggy, but she was sure that Rosebud and Gussie were needling and baiting her father on several occasions during the conversation.
But, instead of matching them verbally, as was the case with everyone else Alma had seen try the same thing with him, he remained sullen and silent.
Toward the close of the meal the talk got around to the sleeping arrangements for the night. It was then that, much to Alma's surprise, the talk became heated and tempers almost flared.
After everyone but Alma had insisted on exactly where everyone was going to sleep that night, it was finally decided by Gussie. And the way she stated the outcome, and was backed by Rosebud, there seemed very little doubt that her word became law.
It was the first time her father, as long as Alma could remember, had ever been overruled on anything in his own house. He had wanted, virtually insisted, that Gussie and Rosebud take Alma's bedroom to themselves and Alma could take his bedroom while he moved onto the couch in the living room, putting Able on the floor of the living room in a sleeping bag.
Gussie was adamant, refusing, she said, to push her brother out of his very own bed. Rosebud, she declared, would move in with Alma, she would take the couch, and he would stay in his bed.
Able, not to Alma's surprise after what she had seen that afternoon, wanted Rosebud to sleep in the living room with him.
When it was obvious that Gussie would have her way no matter what anyone said, much less the man of the house, he excused himself and went to his room.
It was the earliest Alma Mae had ever seen her father go to bed since she could remember, and it didn't make sense. It was Thursday night and some of his favorite television programs were on Thursday night.
Something was wrong, she thought. Something was awfully wrong. She couldn't put her finger on it, she didn't know why, but her heart went out to her father when she saw and sensed a weakness in him she never knew existed.
When the table was cleared and the dishes were done they again retired to the living room. They built a fire, watched television for a while, and talked about the past.
Alma noticed that Able was totally dejected as he slumped in a chair and paid no attention to anything other than occasional mooning, calf-eyed looks at Rosebud.
Alma Mae looked at him and then looked at her aunt and sister. She was glad that she had sucked and been sucked by Rafer that morning. She had been accustomed to the nightly round of sex and fun games with Able and she liked to feel his warm body next to hers. It would be days before she had that again. Maybe, she thought, she would never have it again, those regular sex games with her brother that she knew she needed so badly. Again she glanced at Able. From the way he looked at Rosebud, obviously adoring her, Alma surmised that perhaps he would never frequent her bed again. And, if he did, she had doubts that it would ever be the same.
It was still fairly early when Gussie excused herself and went upstairs to change for bed. When she returned it was as if Alma couldn't be shocked any more that day by her aunt. In Alma's opinion her bedtime dress wasn't the kind that an older woman like Gussie should wear around a young, easily impressed boy like her brother, Able.
Her aunt wore only the undergarment half of a peignoir set. It hugged her body like a second skin, and it was tied directly under her magnificent tits so they hung out straight like projectiles of flesh. Her huge areolas glistened darkly through the material. The nipples in their centers were invitingly alive in their hardened, thrusting insistence. It was as if her tits were crying out for someone, anyone, saying, "Suck me, suck me!"
Across her hips and belly the gown was as tight as her skirt had been. Only now the material not only outlined but defined and clearly stated the darker dimensions of her pubic hair and cunt. Alma compared the first two hairy cunts she had seen that day: Rosebud's and Gussie's. They were almost identical.
When Gussie reentered the room, with the light from the fire just right, everyone could see the cleft of her cuntlips clearly showing in the vee of her mound.
She stood in the middle of the room looking from one person to the other. It seemed to be some kind of signal. Rosebud got to her feet and stretched, suddenly proclaiming how long a day it had been and how tired she was.
"Coming, Alma?" she said, her eyes slanted.
"HUH?" Alma replied, her own eyes fixed on the womanly figure of her aunt. "Yes... oh, yes, I guess so."
As they mounted the stairs Alma paused, trying to see back into the living room.
"What's the matter?" Rosebud said, staring deeply into her eyes.
"Huh? Oh... nothing... I just remembered I didn't kiss Able good night... I always do."
"Don't you worry about Able! Aunt Gussie will, believe me!" Rosebud said, placing her arm around her sister's waist and cupping the soft hip.
Chapter Six
Once in the room Rosebud was totally uninhibited. She stripped completely and lay across one of the beds. Smoking a cigarette, she spread her legs wide and slowly ran her free hand up and down her body.
Again Alma could see the thick, pulpy lips of Rosebud's cunt buried in the wealth of golden pubic hair. She also noticed that the hairs that curled around and into the cunt were dripping with moisture. She wondered if Rosebud's cunt was always wet.
Alma Mae undressed herself, keeping her back to her sister. Slipping into a robe she sat at the vanity to give her hair the hundred strokes that had become a habit over the last year.
"Don't you get bored around here, Alma Mae?" Rosebud said from the bed.
"Sometimes. Usually I keep too busy."
"I mean, like now. When you have to go to bed alone, doesn't that bore you?" Alma just shrugged in answer. Rosebud went on: "Don't you wish Rafer was here with his big cock hard to stuff it up your cunt and then, after you've both come just go to sleep with his cock in you?"
Alma wanted to laugh. That was just what she had done so many times with Able, and she had thought about not being able to do it that night. Instead, she replied, "Not particularly."
"I hate to sleep alone," Rosebud said. "At least when I first get into bed. Sometimes, up in Memphis, if I don't have a date, I just crawl in with Aunt Gussie. You know, if you came up to Memphis and slept with us you'd never have to sleep alone."
Again Alma didn't answer. She could feel Rosebud's penetrating eyes on her as she stroked her hair. As it always did, the belt on the robe loosened as she worked. Every few strokes she took with the brush, the top of the robe would slide open and her tit would bulge into the open, the nipple hardening delectably when it hit the cooler air. Each time it happened she paused, covered her tit, and retied the robe.
"Why do you do that?"
"What?"
"Cover up your tits in front of me? Are you afraid of me?"
"N-no..." Alma stammered. "Why should I be afraid of you?"
Rosebud crushed out her cigarette and rose from the bed. She moved to the vanity and reached for the front of Alma's robe. She pried the sides from Alma's fingers. Carefully she pulled the robe wide, exposing Alma's tits.
"My God!" Rosebud said, her eyes wide, staring. "I just can't get used to them, Alma! Even with all that weight they don't sag."
Alma didn't move. The older girl slid one asscheek up onto the vanity so she faced Alma. Then she raised one leg and placed it across Alma's lap. Her cunt yawned open much as it had done earlier that day on the bed.
Rosebud reached down and pried the upper part of her cuntal slit open so Alma could clearly see the large, erect knob of her clitoris spring free.
Then she kept the skin parted with two fingers of one hand while she ran three fingers of her other hand up and down the pink crevice.
"Alma?" she said, her voice low, coaxing.
"Have you ever kissed another girl's pussy?"
"No," she said, adding emphasis to her answer by shaking her head from side to side.
"I know Rafer's eaten your pussy," Rosebud continued, "but have you ever had another girl eat your cunt?"
"No," Alma said again as she saw Rosebud slip three fingers into the juicy swamp of her cunt.
"Believe me, Alma, no man can suck and eat a girl's cunt like another girl can. A girl knows exactly where to put her lips and her tongue to give another girl satisfaction. It comes from knowing where you would like to be sucked yourself."
Without realizing that she was doing it, Alma started shaking her head up and down, agreeing with her older sister. She watched as Rosebud withdrew the three fingers from her pussy. They glistened before Alma's face with the clear, sticky sweetness of freshly secreted cunt juice.
"Lick my fingers, Alma. Lick the pussy juice off my fingers!"
Alma did as she was told. At the same time she could feel Rosebud's foot working in her lap, pulling the robe away. Then the girl's foot was prying between her thighs as her own tongue licked and savored the juices of Rosebud's cunt.
"That's it... lick 'em clean, Alma. Does it taste good, huh?"
Alma only mumbled. Her eyes were fastened on the wiry, golden mat of hair around Rosebud's cunt while the other girl's toe started insinuating itself between the soft, wet folds of her own pussy. She felt the toe nudge her clitoris and run down her slit clear to her asshole. It felt good as it tickled her ass and then slipped into her cunt hole. She opened her legs wider and took even more of Rosebud's straining toes into her pussy. They made sucking sounds as they entered.
And then Rosebud's foot was gone, the fingers were gone, and Rosebud was standing between Alma's legs, the girl's golden cunt practically touching her face.
"Let me show you how good it can be, Alma. Let me show you how a girl can fuck another girl."
Rosebud slipped the robe from Alma's body as she pulled her to her feet and led her to the bed. Alma felt her back touch the bed and Rosebud's long body ease over her. The older girl's hand seemed to be everywhere; kneading, caressing, loving.
Alma's body had already come alive under the touch, but it started burning with passion when Rosebud started rubbing her cheeks and tongue across her pillow-like tits.
"Beautiful... truly beautiful," Rosebud murmured. She licked first one tit, then the other. Softly she moved her lips and tongue all around the nipples. Then she put one in her mouth and began to suck.
Alma felt her body warming all over. Her cunt was starting to seep juices down into the crack of her ass. She knew that she could get hot and ready with just the slightest provocation, but she had never realized that she would get as hot with a girl sucking on her titties.
As Rosebud progressed with her tongue and lips over Alma's body, the latter felt as though she didn't care about anything but having the girl continue exactly what she was doing. It was a beautiful, gentle, comforting feeling. She sighed as she felt Rosebud's weight go fully upon her and one of the girl's hands slip between her thighs.
"Let me love you, baby Alma. Just relax and enjoy it! I'm gonna suck your beautiful, tight cunt like it's never been sucked before."
Alma heard herself murmuring soft sighs of contentment as Rosebud dipped her head between her full, soft thighs. As the other girl licked at her cunt, she strained, moved her hips, and Rosebud grasped her asscheeks, hugging her closer. She buried her head between Alma's legs, and her experienced mouth found all the places that could wring sighs of pleasure and passion from the younger girl.
"Do you like my tongue in your cunt, Alma?"
"Yes... oh shit yes! It feels good and you're right, Rosebud. You do know exactly where to lick, where to touch."
"That's just the beginning, my darling," Rosebud said, softly. "Now I'm really going to eat your box."
Alma began to stir, feeling sensations of delight surging through her body that she knew she had never felt before. She thrilled from each thrust of Rosebud's tongue in her juicy cunt. Up and down, in and out went Rosebud's tongue, massaging, flicking, touching Alma's gaping cuntlips.
"Oh there, right there!" Alma moaned. "It feels so good right there!"
"You're so beautiful. Your pussy hair is so silky, Alma," Rosebud said, her face now glistening with the moisture from Alma's cunt. "I could go on eating you like this forever."
The older girl's tongue was now against Alma's clitoris, flicking it lightly with the hard tip. When she felt it start to quake and throb she mashed her mouth harder against the inner folds of Alma's cunt and ran the full length of her tongue across the knob.
Alma responded. Closing her thighs lovingly around her sister's head, she reached with her hands and found Rosebud's small but big-nippled, firm tits. She mashed and kneaded them in her hands.
"Oh, that's nice, Alma. My tits are really sensitive. Squeeze me hard. Harder! Like this."
To show Alma what she meant, she took the girl's large tits into her own hands and turned them back and forth as if they were knobs. Then she pulled them apart and squeezed them together.
With her mouth Rosebud centered all her attention on the sensitive clit until Alma's legs started shaking and her hips started rolling around in circles. Her orgasm was close and Rosebud knew it.
She moved away from Alma's cunt and started giving the girl's whole body a tongue bath. She kissed and licked as she moved, first going up one side to her tits, then circling and going down the other. When she came to the furry mound of her sister's cunt, she veered off again and went to the soft inner thighs and rounded asscheeks.
She went back up Alma's middle now, lingering to stay around the girl's belly. She would bite softly at the tender skin just above the pubic hair and then lick where she had bitten. At the same time, her fingers were running down Alma's back, stroking her tenderly, and kneading her flesh with firm, caressing strokes. Now and then her fingers would part the smooth asscheeks and just the edge of a fingernail would curl around to nudge and caress Alma's puckered asshole.
Until then, unselfishly, Rosebud had asked nothing in return for the sheer delight she was giving her sister. Alma merely lay there enjoying the kissing and caressing of this woman who so obviously knew how to please her body so well. But as her body began to tremble and quiver with each new touch of Rosebud's hands and tongue, it dawned on Alma that she wanted to give this pleasure as much as she wanted to receive it.
Rosebud turned Alma to her side then, and spread her legs over the girl's ample hip. Alma could feel the soft furry mound of Rosebud's cunt pressing against her hip. The older girl ran her hands up and down Alma's front and back at the same time, kneading both her ass and her tits.
At the same time she rubbed her own wet cunt up and down Alma's hip. The younger girl could feel the juices from Rosebud's cunt soaking her skin. She knew then what Rosebud wanted, and she also knew that she would soon be giving it to her.
Alma dipped her head and took one of Rosebud's tits into her mouth. The tit was very hard and almost all nipple. It was the first time Alma had ever known the joy of kissing another girl's tits. It was strange and wonderful to her and she noted, almost with awe, how quickly the nipples grew erect in response to her touch.
Alma had heard of other girls making love to each other, but only once, when she had first seen Sue Ann Halle's naked body, had she ever thought of actually dipping her tongue into the sweet, gooey mass of another woman's cunt. She slid her hands along Rosebud's long, firm thighs. She pressed hard on the girl's legs, delighting in their firmness and also delighting when she felt Rosebud press her cunt even harder against her hip.
Suddenly, as if on signal, they shifted positions. Alma felt her sister's thighs, soft and fragrant, near her face. Between them she could see the wet, curling hairs of Rosebud's cunt where they barely shielded the vast fullness of her pussy.
Alma craned her head forward and shoved her tongue into her sister's cunt. Below her she could feel Rosebud do the same for her. She remembered in detail the way Rosebud had made love to her cunt. She pushed her head between the parting thighs and drove her tongue and her face into the pussy. The first taste was strange but there was a fascination to the pungent flavor that could not be resisted. She suddenly realized why some girls loved to eat each other, and why men also liked to plunge their tongues into a woman's hot, wet cunt. If all women had this same, warm, sweet taste and odor, Alma wished that she had sucked on Sue Ann Halle's cunt when she had been offered the chance.
She hardened her tongue to its limits and jammed it deeply into the widened gap of Rosebud's cunt. She heard Rosebud moan her grateful response, sounding far off, muffled between her own legs. Alma's tongue found her sister's hard clit. She licked and bit at it.
Wanting to get more and more of her, Alma reached around behind Rosebud's thighs, and pushed two fingers of each hand into the other's cunt. She then pulled the lips farther apart. They were very full and very pliable. Alma found that she could get four fingers of each hand inside Rosebud's cunt.
Rosebud's cunt yawned wide now and the juices from her pussy ran in streams over Alma's face and into her mouth. She pushed her face into Rosebud's pussy. She could feel the soft inner folds touch her closed eyelids. The wet knuckles of her own fingers caressed her cheeks and she went on. It felt as if she were pulling the other girl's cunt over her face like a soft, wet, clinging glove. Then her chin rubbed against Rosebud's asshole before it too slipped into the cunt hole.
She couldn't believe it and yet it was happening. She was finding it hard to breathe. She pulled back and opened her eyes. The golden fur formed a huge, wet oval around the pink, clammy, sweet-smelling darkness. She remembered what Able had said.
Carefully she squeezed her thumb into her palm and surrounded it with the rest of the fingers on her right hand. It was already soaked from being as far as it had been inside Rosebud's cunt. She placed it at the creamy opening and started to push.
It went in easily, further and further. Alma's eyes grew wide in amazement as she saw the fingers and then the hand, clear to the wrist, disappearing with a sucking sound.
"Yes... oh God, yes," Rosebud hissed from below. "Feed it to me... fuck me with it! Fuck me! Fist-fuck my cunt!"
Alma pushed harder. Her whole hand had disappeared. It was true, she thought, she was actually fist-fucking Rosebud's cunt. Her hand was buried clear up inside the girl.
The older girl moaned again, louder, and made a battering ram of her tongue against Alma's cunt and clitoris. She pushed her nose against and into Alma's asshole, her chin against the clitoris, her tongue into the hole, and flung her head from side to side, trying to touch all of the girl's cunt at the same time.
Suddenly Rosebud wrenched her hips, jamming her clitoris down, hard on Alma's wrist. The girl responded by driving her fist in a hard, plunging action in and out of Rosebud's seething cunt.
At the same time she felt her own clit being so stimulated that before she knew it, the huge darn of her cunt juices spilled over and she cried out and grabbed at Rosebud's straining hips with her free arm.
Alma nearly wept with ecstasy as she felt her cum flood Rosebud's face. She felt her older sister's hips writhe and her cunt plunge over her hand and wrist. She dipped her mouth below her own wrist as she felt Rosebud start to come. She encircled Rosebud's clit with her mouth and swallowed as the girl's cum flowed out of her cunt around the hand and wrist.
Panting, they rolled away from each other at last. Both cunts continued to twitch and gush in the aftermath of such strongly convulsive orgasms.
Alma watched as Rosebud touched her own face and smiled as she felt it smeared and soaked with the juices from Alma's cunt.
"Your cunt tasted delicious, honey," Rosebud said, moving her body closer to Alma's until their hips and legs were touching.
Alma didn't reply. Suddenly, for some reason that was beyond her, she felt cold and unfulfilled. Her orgasm had been good, and the loving, while it had been going on, had been good. But now, with it over, Alma had no desire to turn and cuddle with the female body that lay so close and available to her. She didn't know why but she felt incomplete.
"I... I've gotta go to the bathroom," Alma said, slipping from the bed. Without looking over her shoulder at Rosebud, she moved from the room and entered the hall.
She sat for a long time in the bathroom, thinking. She wasn't condemning herself for what she had just done with Rosebud. She knew that, because of her curiosity about sex, it would have happened sometime in her life anyhow. But she was still disappointed in her feelings now that it was all over. It had been no more thrilling or more satisfying than it had been with the cucumber.
She decided that it was the lack of a good, hard cock. There were all sorts of ways a girl could get herself off, but there just wasn't any substitute for the throbbing intensity of having your cunt completely full of a man's cock.
Eventually she walked back into the hall and was about to enter her own room again when she heard muffled voices from the living room below. She surmised that Able was still awake. Suddenly she wanted to see him, touch him, and perhaps talk to him.
She moved down the hall to the stairs. At the bottom she turned, and was about to enter the living room when she stopped, frozen, unable to speak or move.
Later, Alma would remember only bits and pieces of what she saw and heard. But, at the time, it was all too clear, the picture of her brother's strange seduction by her aunt.
All the lights in the room were off except for the television. The sound was turned too low to be able to hear it.
Gussie sat on one arm of the sofa. Her nightgown was pulled down so she was bare to the waist. Her tits looked even larger than they actually were as they swayed in the dim light.
Able was completely nude. He knelt on the sofa in front of her. His cock was hard, stiffly protruding from his crotch into her hand. He was groaning as he squeezed the fleshy globes of her tits with shaky hands. Every now and then he would drop one of his hands to her lap. She would calmly take it away and place it back on her tit.
"No... no, my little darlin'. You know what your Aunt Gussie said." Although she was nearly forty, the woman's voice, in speaking to her nephew, took on the coy tone of a teenager.
"Please, Aunt Gussie, I wanna touch your pussy. I want to kiss it and then stick my cock in it."
"You know what I want, Able. You let me do the other first and then you can fuck my face, my cunt, my ass... you can do anything you want to."
"But I want to fuck you now," he moaned, twisting and kneading her huge tits in his small hands.
"Let me do the other first," she said.
"But it'll hurt!" he cried.
"Only for a minute," she said, and fisted his cock a little harder. "I'd love to suck that young cock of yours and have you come in my throat, Able. I can really suck cock good, Able."
A cloud of indecision passed across his face. "Are you sure that if I let you do what you want to me then I can do anything I want to you?"
"I'm sure," she said, smiling. "Anything you want." Her free hand had been under her nightgown. Now she withdrew it and held it, dripping with the juices from her cunt, in front of his mouth. She then ran her fingers across his lips, leaving a trail of her cunt juice on them.
"Hmmmmm, you taste good, Aunt Gussie," he moaned, smiling and licking the clear, sticky fluid from her fingers. "Is your cunt really as big as Rosebud's? I wanna see it."
"It's as big," she said. "And I'll prove it to you as soon as you let me do what I want first."
Alma had no idea what was going on or what they were talking about. She thought of entering the room and telling Able to forget Aunt Gussie.
She thought of reminding him that her cunt was good and tight and wanted him, so why not fuck her and she would let him do anything he wanted without all the arguments? But the look on his face stopped her. She sensed that he would stay with his aunt no matter what Alma might say. She stayed in the darkness of the hall and watched.
Gussie stood and walked to the fireplace where she had left her bag. As she walked, the gown slithered to the floor, leaving her totally naked. The fresh firmness of her body belied her age. Her asscheeks, like her tits, moved in an easy swaying motion. Her skin was very white but it glowed with a vitality that seemed to flow from every pore. The legs were, like Rosebud's, long and graceful, the asscheeks tautly firm. Her cunt hair was a darker shade than Rosebud's but it wasn't as wiry and it was longer. It hung down between her legs wetly as she walked. Her tits were her most arresting feature. Even though she was an older woman and they were huge, they didn't sag or hang down. They stood out in fleshy pride from her chest, their ends crested by the huge dark areolas that seemed to catch and reflect the light.
She opened her bag and drew something out. It was wrapped in tissue paper. Unwrapping it as she returned to the sofa, Alma could see that it looked like a huge cock.
Other than the resemblance, Alma had no idea what it was or what it was used for. She saw her Aunt loop the belt part of it around her waist and then hook it in front of her. When that was completed Alma almost gasped aloud. She realized then that it was a cock, a huge rubber one, and she also realized what her Aunt was going to do with the instrument.
Able was lying on his back, his eyes staring fixedly at the contraption around his aunt's waist. "Is this all right?" he asked.
"No, honey," she answered. "That's like a girl. I want you to take it the other way. Get on your hands and knees."
He did as she asked. His white asscheeks gleamed as he thrust them toward her. There was fear in his eyes but also a strange look of expectancy.
Gussie mounted him from the rear. She placed the knob of the rubber cock at his asshole and gently nudged. He whined as if in pain and tried to worm his ass out of her way.
"Hold still, you fucker! Hold still and take it, 'cause I'm gonna shove it up you whether you like it or not." Her voice had taken on a hard, angry tone. "I've got it lubricated so it won't hurt you, dammit. Just relax until it gets in you then it'll feel good."
She grabbed him by the hips and held his ass steady as again she put the bulb directly against his asshole. She lunged forward with her hips and Alma saw the knob disappear. Able whimpered again, but before he could move Gussie had reared back and driven the rubber cock two more inches into his shit chute.
"It's okay, baby," she said, reaching underneath him and jacking his cock while she eased the phony one back and forth inside his ass.
Able's cock sprouted at once to full size again under her ministrations. She fisted it harder and ran her hand with ever-increasing speed back and forth on his cock.
"Is it better now, baby?" she asked, panting with her exertions. She was, by now, doing everything -- running nearly the full length of the rubber prick in and out of Able's ass, rubbing her mammoth tits across his bare back, and jacking his cock off wit her hand beneath him.
"Go ahead, Aunt Gussie," Able said between clenched teeth, the pain registering clearly on his face. "I want it there if it makes you happier."
"Oh, it does, baby," she said, breathing heavily. "I like to do this to boys, then I can come faster when they do me. A grown man won't let me fuck him in the ass first, won't let me take him down a peg, be his master like this. So, I just don't fuck 'em any more."
"But you'll want to fuck me, won't you, Aunt Gussie?"
"Yes, honey, now I will," she said.
"You don't have to worry about me," he said, "I won't cry. In fact, Aunt Gussie... it... it's almost starting to feel good."
"Tell me," she begged, "tell me what it feels like! What's it feel like to have this big cock of mine goin' in your asshole?" She thrust forward with all her might, burying the cock in Able's ass.
"It's good!" he cried. "I... I almost feel like I'm comin'! I can feel it clear up inside me, crammin' me clear full! Fuck my ass with it, Aunt Gussie! Go ahead, pour your cock to me!"
His lithe hips were responding now, returning Gussie's thrusts with even more powerful ones of his own. She began moving her ass in slow rolling circles, around and around, as she staggered the force of her lunges, sending the big rubber dick inside him just halfway on one stroke and to the hilt on the next.
Then a low, wailing groan started in Able's throat and his whole body started shaking in uncontrolled spasms.
"Aunt Gussie? Aunt Gussie?"
"Yes... yes?" she cried.
"I... I think I'm gonna come!"
"Hold it, if you can! Do you think you can hold it for a little bit, baby?"
"I don't think so... no... no, I can't. I can feel it, it's comin'!"
In one fluid motion Gussie unhooked the strap and, with the huge rigid prick still sticking from his ass, she flipped Able over onto his back. In no time she had taken his cock far into her mouth and started sucking him off. At the same time she placed her hands on the rubber cock and, in time with her bobbing head on his prick, jammed it in and out of his throbbing ass.
When Gussie had turned, she had placed her knees on each side of Able's chest. In this position he could look straight up into his aunt's yawning cunt. In fact, juices from her pussy dripped directly down into his face.
He reached up with his hand and, before entering, while he was just pressed against the cuntlips, he made a fist. Then he pushed against his aunt's cunt, driving his fist with all the force in his arm up into her body. At the same time he lunged upward with his hips, sending the knob of his cock as far as it would go down her throat.
She groaned and gulped, but kept lowering her cunt over his fist until Alma could see only his arm sticking out of her cunt.
Suddenly she realized where she was, what she was seeing, and who she was watching. Terror filled her mind. What she had thought of as a harmless sexual exploration with her brother had turned, right in front of her, into a full-fledged orgy of incestuous relationships.
She heard her Aunt Gussie gasping for air and gagging slightly as Able's cock filled her mouth and throat with cum. The sound was coupled with the slurping, sucking motion of Able's fist pounding in and out of his aunt's clasping cunt.
Turning, tears in her eyes and a sob in her throat, Alma ran up the stairs and into her room. She mumbled to herself as she stumbled around in the darkness. She was no better than they were, she thought, and she knew it. Hadn't she done the same things to her sister? The very same things that Able was now doing downstairs to his aunt? How could she condemn them, when she, herself, had either done or thought about doing all the things they would openly admit to doing.
As she pulled her robe off and slipped into her bed she knew, in her heart, that there was a difference; at least she, Alma Mae, thought about what she had done after she had done it. And, she knew, there would be things that she wouldn't do again.
She decided that there was no time like the present to tell Rosebud.
"Rosebud," she called in the darkness. "Rosebud... are you awake?"
There was no answer. She flicked on the lamp beside her bed and looked across the room.
Rosebud's bed was empty. The covers were turned down but there was no one there.
Thinking that her sister was probably in the bathroom, Alma turned the light off and in no time at all she was sound asleep. Total fatigue did its work and, even though there was much for her to dream about, she barely moved the entire night.
Dawn was just breaking when she thought she heard something; a door opening, a rustle of quietly padding feet across the floor. One eye fluttered open to see Rosebud's naked body just disappearing beneath the covers.
She thought nothing of it and, within seconds, was again sound asleep.
Chapter Seven
That morning her father was more quarrelsome than ever. He barely listened to any conversation over breakfast that was directed his way. And when he did, it was answered with barely audible grunts and accusing glances. He also seemed, to Alma Mae, to be operating in some near dreamlike state that had eliminated everyone in his family from his consciousness.
To top it all off, he insisted that he couldn't stay home from work after all that day, as originally planned.
Everyone accepted his decision without any undue comment, except Rosebud. "Why not? You promised. You said you were going to stay home all day today."
"Because I can't, that's all. Don't you understand, Goddammit, I can't any more!" he roared, and stomped from the kitchen.
"Fuck him," hissed Rosebud. "Fuck you!" she cursed his retreating back.
"Rosebud," Alma said, "you got no reason to talk like that."
"The shit I haven't," said Rosebud, and turned to Able as if to say that she wanted no more said about the incident. "Able, honey... when you finish eatin' why don't you come on upstairs and help me pack the rest of my clothes to take back to Memphis."
"Okay," Able said, smiling after his sister as she left the kitchen. The exchange of looks between them left no doubt in Alma Mae's mind as to what would be expected of Able once he reached the bedroom and Rosebud's waiting body.
"Well, I'll go into town and get the rest of the stuff for the shindig tomorrow," Gussie said, also leaving the room, but pausing at the screen door. "You wanna come with me, Alma Mae, honey?"
"No... I'd better stay here and start fixin' the things we already got."
"Suit yourself. Shit, it's already hotter 'n... probably be a hundred or better before the day's out." She let the screen door slam loudly behind her.
Able waited until Aunt Gussie was out of earshot and then he spoke with more animation than Alma had ever seen in him. "Alma... Alma, I got somethin' I just got to talk to ya about!"
"What?"
"Betcha don't know what I did last night."
"Whatta ya mean?"
"I fucked Aunt Gussie."
Alma Mae almost told him that she already knew it all but decided against the bother when he launched into the whole night's story in lurid detail before leaving her an opening to speak.
She listened with half an ear as she cleared the table and did the dishes. But hearing just that much of Able's tale did strange things to her. She became both revolted and excited by his detailed account of Aunt Gussie's body and the wondrous things they did together.
"You ain't hearin' a thing I'm sayin'," Able pouted, at last noticing her preoccupation with the dishes.
"Yes, I am. With all the good time you had with Aunt Gussie I'm surprised you had anything left for Rosebud when she sneaked downstairs."
"I didn't."
"Oh," Alma said, "then you disappointed her?"
"Nab," Able replied. "She never came downstairs all night. I ain't done nothin' with Rosebud since she got here. But I'm goin' to now," he said, pushing himself away from the table.
Alma's brows knitted in perplexity. If Rosebud hadn't joined Able and Gussie downstairs the previous night, then where in the world had she been? Could she have been just running around the house naked all that time? In her mind, Alma tried to remember the time and the look on Rosebud's face just before she slipped beneath the covers, but Able's insistent yammering broke into her concentration.
"... and Aunt Gussie says she wants me to come up to Memphis an' live with them. She says I can do most anything I want to. I can have all the new clothes I want, a car as soon's I'm old enough, and best of all, I can sleep and fuck most every night, right out in the open, with her an' Rosebud. An' that ain't all, Alma Mae, she says them women that work for her are just like she is... they only fuck them men for money so's they can live good. What they really like to do is fuck young ones like me. Just think a that, Alma Mae... older women wantin' me to diddle 'em all the time! Sheeeeeit!"
Alma Mae's mind and body surged with instant anger. How dare he, she thought. How could he just go away and leave their father just when he was at the lowest ebb in his life?
She turned on him, fully intending to rip him apart with fury. His eyes were glazed, misty with some faraway look. Alma remembered that look.
She had seen it in his face when he was fucking her and had just reached the peak of his orgasm.
She remained silent.
"They want you to come too, Alma Mae. You can make a lot of money."
"No, Able... I couldn't do that."
"Well... suit yourself," he said, and bounced from the room.
Alma couldn't help but think how close his tone and wards had been to Aunt Gussie's as she had left. As she went on with her household duties for the remainder of the morning, she thought more and more about Able and Memphis. By noon she had accepted it. She realized that, for a sexually minded boy of Able's age, the lure of older women throwing themselves into bed with him would be much too much to resist.
The day dragged by filled with cleaning, making sandwiches, and doing the other million-and-one things that had to be done for the next day's picnic.
Able and Rosebud went down to the river for a swim. By the time they returned, Alma had nearly finished her work and it was approaching six o'clock.
"We're goin' back upstairs an'... play," Rosebud said, leaning casually against the kitchen doorjamb, rubbing her hands up and down her body. "Wanna... come?"
"I gotta little more to do," Alma replied.
"Suit yourself," Rosebud said, and left.
There it was again, Alma thought. That was what everyone was doing around here: suiting themselves without thinking about anyone else.
She finished what needed to be done and climbed the stabs. Her mind was tired from the mental anguish of the day and her body wasn't ready for anything other than rest and a bath. Still, she found it hard to resist going into the bedroom where she could hear Able and Rosebud. From the screams and groans of ecstatic passion coming from the room Alma could almost see the wild sexual games taking place behind the door.
She moved on down the hall to her father's room and closed the door behind her. Carelessly she flopped on the bed. She could still hear the sounds coming from the next room. It unnerved her, but the thought of fucking with anyone but Rafer at that moment was repulsive to her for some reason.
She thought of calling Rafer but she didn't know where they could go. Somehow she didn't want to make love to him alongside, or even in the same house, with Able and Rosebud. She forced her mind away from any sexual feelings or emotions and eventually dropped off to sleep.
The windows were dark with night when the loud noise awakened her. She knew, instinctively, that someone was in the room with her, but she could see no shape or form in the dim light. Sliding from the bed she snapped on the light, and then she saw him.
Her father was stretched out on the floor on his back, his mouth sagging open, his breathing heavy, coming in great gasps from his throat. At first she thought he might be seriously hurt, but when she bent over, close to his face, she realized that he was drunk and had passed out.
She couldn't understand it... it seemed impossible. Her father rarely drank. His troubles and worries had bothered him before, but never enough to make him stay in town after work and drink himself into such a state of drunkenness.
Alma went next door to her own room to get Rosebud's help. The room was empty. Back in the hall, she called to Gussie. There was no answer.
She went back into his room and, slowly, inch by inch, managed to pull the groaning but lifeless form up onto the bed. She removed his shoes and started to leave, but noticing the dirty state of his sweat-stained work clothes, she returned to the bed and pulled his shirt, socks and trousers from his body.
Again she started to leave, but the memory of her father's huge cock, naked and hard, in the bathroom, drew her back to his side with a morbid fascination. She rolled his shorts halfway down his hips until the flaccid cock rolled free above the elastic rim.
Her mind told her to roll the shorts on down, off his legs, and cover his body with the light summer quilt. But her hands took on a life of their own. The fingertips ran lightly up and down the wrinkled skin of her father's cockshaft. One hand dipped into the shorts and cupped the pendulous balls in their hairy, heavy sac.
Her eyes grew wide in amazement as the cock started to fill at once with blood and the staff swelled longer and fatter with each touch of her silky fingers. She ran a nail lightly along the ridge under the foreskin. The bulbous head throbbed and pushed out of its sheath into her palm.
She fisted it and suddenly it was a hard, throbbing mass of meat in her hand. She could barely touch the tips of her fingers around the thick stalk. She caressed the pulsing head with her other hand.
He wasn't her father any longer; he was a beautiful male animal. A man who could excite her body beyond anything she had previously known. The gigantic cock in her hand pulsed with a demanding life all its own that sent pangs of need to the tips of her tits and the depths of her cunt.
He came partially awake, groaned, and pulled her hands away from his groin. Paying no attention she returned them and bent even lower so she could run the wet head of his cock over the tops of her tits. Again he pulled her hands off his cock and tried vainly to push her whole body away from him.
"No..." he mumbled.
She murmured "Yes," under her breath and started to get into bed with him.
"No, Rosebud... no more. I told you we can't do it no more."
Alma Mae jumped from the bed as though he had slapped her face. Suddenly she knew where Rosebud had been last night and whom she had been with; she knew that her father's unusual moods had actually been guilt for seducing his own daughter. Her mind raced like a brushfire, suddenly adding to her knowledge the reason why Rosebud had gone, so abruptly, to Memphis.
She ran from the room, closed the door behind her, and leaned against it, breathing heavily. Her clothes clung like a clammy dish rags to her sweat-soaked body. The guilt of what she had almost done raged in her mind and fought with the still vivid memory of his hard cock that continued to stir desire in her body.
A bath, she thought, an ice-cold bath.
She drew the water in the tub as cold as she could stand, then eased herself in slowly, relishing the sensations it caused on her skin. When she was well down in the water she looked down across her body at the rising mounds of her firm, young tits, the nipples proud as they stood in reaction to the cold. She examined the smooth, flat stomach, punctuated by the deep cleft of her navel. Below it was the wide, triangular mound of her constantly seething cunt. The place on a woman's body where all men end up. She wondered if all families were as sexual as her own.
The need in her body brought tears to her eyes. She cried and cried until mental fatigue again took over and she passed into sleep.
She awake to find Gussie shaking her. The water sloshed up to spray her face and the wall beside the tub.
"Child, you're gonna drown some day fallin' asleep in a tub of water like that."
"Oh," Alma said, shaking the sleep from her eyes, wondering how long she had been napping. "I must have dozed off. What time is it?"
"Late... almost nine o'clock. Able and Rosebud thought you'd taken off somewhere so they went to a movie. I couldn't see a light in here but I just had to pee so I snapped the lock on the door and came on in."
Alma paid little attention as Gussie sat on the toilet and pissed. The older woman carelessly let her robe drop open. She was nude and her tits thrust bouncing from the open robe.
Alma pulled the plug and let the water drain from the tub. She waited for Gussie to finish and leave but the woman just sat and watched her as if she were waiting. Sighing, Alma stood up, nude and voluptuously beautiful with the sheen of the water on her body. "Hand me that towel, will you?"
"Here," Gussie said, still sitting behind Alma and handing her a thick towel. "Your father home?"
Alma could feel her body tense but she made an effort not to let Gussie see it. "Yes... he he's been drinking."
"He should be," Gussie said. "Here, I'll dry your back."
Alma felt another towel being used on her back and down across her asscheeks. She felt herself being overcome with a strange and frightening sensation. A deep flush began at her neck. A fire seemed to have been ignited in the pit of her stomach, and it spread to the depths of her cunt.
Her mind clouded and her breathing became shallow as Gussie's practiced hands dipped below her ass and fumbled at her hairy slit.
"No," she whimpered.
"Why not?" Gussie asked.
"No... no more. Not with my own kin any more."
The hands stopped their probing. When Gussie spoke her voice was harsh, demanding. "What do you mean your own kin? What kin?"
Alma almost blurted out her desires for her own father. Instead she spoke in a wan voice, telling Gussie about Able and Rosebud.
"Oh," Gussie said, her voice again taking on a sweet tone as she returned her hands and the towel to Alma's body. "It's okay, baby... Able and Rosebud both want you... so do I."
"You want us, too... if you come live with me in Memphis you'll have about anything or anyone you want."
Alma only shook her head. She was fighting the surge of desire that flooded her body and threatened to choke the air from her throat as Gussie's expert hands worked their will on her rippling skin.
Gussie sensed the girl's inability for straight thought. She turned Alma around and pulled her into her arms until their tits mashed, nipple to hot, thrusting nipple. She tipped the girl's head back and jammed her lips over Alma's. Hotly she shoved her tongue into Alma's mouth and felt the girl's will melt as her furry, wet cunt started a fluid, forward thrust to meet her aunt's.
Alma Mae tensed for a moment and then gave herself up to the wild and delicious feeling that coursed through her as Gussie's hand slipped beneath her ass and probed gently at the lips of her cunt. The fingers insinuated themselves between the wet lips and slid along the cuntal walls causing a lusting, burning sensation in Alma's pussy that fogged her mind to anything but sex and the need for instant release.
"Let's go in your bedroom, honey," the older woman said. "I want you so bad I can taste you already."
They broke apart and quickly stepped across the hall into the bedroom. Again Alma Mae was torn between the screaming of her mind and the desire in her heated body.
Gussie locked the door behind them. The robe dropped from her shoulders and she crossed to Alma. They were both stark naked now as Gussie urged the younger girl's body back onto the bed.
"Pa will hear us," Alma protested weakly.
"So what," Gussie said, the words almost spitting from her mouth. She reached for Alma hungrily and stroked her tenderly, touching now a nipple, then the flat stomach of her thighs. At the same time she ran her tongue lovingly over Alma's face and ears.
Gradually her hands began to work at those places on Alma's body that would send her into throes of passion. Her fingers worked around the girl's clit, up and down the wet sides of the slit, teasing and caressing, but only suggesting a touch of the clitoris itself. Her tongue jammed itself into Alma's mouth, hard and hot like a cock.
Eagerly Alma responded, opening her mouth and legs to her aunt's body. Every touch now caused her passion to mount higher and higher, making her forget everything.
Then Alma's body came even more alive as she felt Gussie's trained tongue start to trace a path down her throat and between the fleshy globes of her tits. Around and around her nipple the fiery tongue circled until, finally, the tongue's tip hit and the lips closed over the pulsing tit tip.
At the same time, Gussie's hands continued to caress and massage her cunt. Alma's body was on fire. With all the strength in her hips she sent her cunt up and over Gussie's hand. Knowing the girl was ready, Gussie started her tongue downward, leaving a trail of wetness across Alma's jiggling body. When her aunt's tongue hit her cunt fur, Alma's legs splayed wide, spreading the lips of her cunt for the tongue's insertion.
"Yes, yes," Gussie growled, "give me that beautiful pussy."
She thrust her tongue between the lips of Alma's cunt and began to suck at the wildly pulsing clitoris.
Instantly Alma was reduced to a quivering, passionate mass of flesh as the tongue seemed to explore all parts of her cunt at the same time. Gussie's mouth was so strong that her sucking was inflicting pain. Alma felt that her whole body was being sucked out of her cunt.
It seemed to take forever but it was only seconds before Alma's body was exploding in a frenzy of sexual delight. Her cunt throbbed and throbbed through vast waves of pleasure as she used her legs to drive Gussie's tongue further and further up her clasping snatch.
As she felt her body subsiding from the crest of the orgasm, she felt Gussie slip from the bed. "You'll be going to Memphis with us after the picnic tomorrow... won't you?"
Alma thought of the sex with Able, with Rosebud, and, most of all just now, with Gussie. Then she thought of what she had almost done with her father. She looked up at Gussie and nodded.
"I thought you would," Gussie said, and moved to the door.
"But on my terms," Alma Mae said.
"Sure," Gussie replied, "sure. And your terms are right there between your thighs. After I teach you what men really want, how they are, you'll be begging to do for me what I just did for you." Then she was gone and Alma could hear her cruel, sardonic laugh echoing down the hall.
Alma Mae lay in the puddles of their sweat, her mind seething but her body tired to the point of collapse. She drifted off to sleep only to be awakened again by her dreams.
It was late, with the moon high in the sky when Rosebud entered the room. The moonlight gleamed on the sweaty sheen of her body. It outlined the droplets of cuntal moisture and male cum on the tips of her pubic hairs.
"Oh," said Rosebud, "I thought I heard someone in here."
"You did," Alma replied. "Me."
"I mean I thought I heard Able."
She was looking for Able, Alma thought. Then the cum dripping from her cunt onto her thighs wasn't his. "Gussie and I just fucked," Alma said, suddenly wanting to shock Rosebud, but knowing, deep in her heart, that it was impossible.
"Good... she's a wild lover isn't she?" Rosebud said. "If you've already had her I don't suppose you would..."
"No, I wouldn't," Alma Mae said tonelessly. "I think I'd rather have a good cock."
"Okay, touchy. Sorry I asked. But that'll change then you get to Memphis." Rosebud let a tiny all-knowing smile curl the corners of her mouth as she stepped from the room and closed the door behind her.
The following morning Alma looked in on her father. She wanted to talk to him and tell him that she was leaving with Gussie that afternoon.
He was already gone and the room was a shambles. She went on downstairs to find Able, Gussie and Rosebud ready to go. They were packing the car.
In the back seat of the car, on the way to the picnic grounds, Alma remained silent. She stared out the window at the vast, wasted fields that hadn't given birth to a crop for such a long time. She compared the fields to her own body, wondering if she would ever bear a crop, wondering if Rafer would really marry her if she let him know that she was willing.
"What you thinkin' about?" Rosebud said from the seat beside her.
"Rafer," she replied.
"Forget about him," Rosebud said. "He's like all of 'em, an' probably not as good as most."
"Yes he is," Alma retorted quickly, but bit her lip the minute the words were out of her mouth, wishing she hadn't let herself be baited so easily.
"Oh? Well, we'll see," Rosebud said.
Alma Mae returned to her own thoughts for the remainder of the ride and hoped her father would show up at the picnic grounds.
Old friends and some relatives greeted them on their arrival and everyone seemed to split off in different directions. Gussie went to the tables and started spreading the food while she gossiped with the other women. Able made a bee-line to the playground to see how much his female cousins had grown since the previous year, and how many of them he could get to go off into the bushes with him. Rosebud just disappeared as if the whole thing had been a bore from the beginning.
Alma Mae set off to find Rafer. Suddenly it was very important to find and talk to him and perhaps, if they could get away, fuck him. Maybe, she thought, Rafer could erase the memory of ecstatic passion her body still felt from the loving it had gotten the previous night from her aunt.
She searched for over an hour before she remembered that they had talked about sneaking off together and fucking in the old cabin above the park.
Alma ran down to the river, found the path that led to the old bridge and followed it until she emerged from the trees into a clearing. Across the bridge she could see the winding path that led to the top of the hill and the cabin.
She giggled to herself when, in the middle of the bridge, she looked back and down the riverbank and saw Sue Ann Halle's older brother, Gordon. He was fishing from the far bank of the river and he hadn't bothered to remove his clerical collar. What a difference there was, thought Alma, between Sue Ann and her minister brother. He waved when he saw her, and she waved back, wondering if he would be so friendly if he knew she was on her way to fuck Rafer Clooney's brains out.
Alma Mae felt very lightheaded as she wound her way up the path and came out of the trees into the overgrown, debris-strewn yard of the old, unused cabin. She crossed the yard and was about to bound up to the porch steps and call to Rafer when, from inside the house, she heard voices.
She froze in her tracks, recognizing them immediately as Rosebud and Rafer's. Silently she moved around the porch and stood on an old crate that rested beneath the window. Slowly she raised her head and peered through the dusty glass.
She stood as though dead, deaf and dumb to everything except what she was staring at through the window. Rafer, her Rafer, was hunched down between Rosebud's wide-spread thighs, eating her grinding cunt as though he had gone stark-raving mad.
"You sure like to suck and fuck women don't you, Rafer honey?" Rosebud said, a leering grin on her face as she used her hands to ram the boy's face harder and harder against her gyrating cunt.
"I sure do," Rafer replied, his mouth full of flesh and hair.
"I'll bet you like it with all women... don't you? You suck and fuck any cunt you can find."
"I love pussy," he said. "Any pussy."
Rafer's words, as he gluttonously sucked on her sister's enormous, yawning cunt, stung Alma to the core. He was openly admitting that there was nothing special about Alma's pussy or their love.
She watched as the orgy before her became practically a fixation, one that she couldn't pull her eyes away from. Rafer sucked and tasted, with relish, the musky secretions from Rosebud's insanely demanding cunt. He rammed his chin and his tongue deeper and deeper inside the clasping walls of Rosebud's quivering pussy while his hands boldly and lovingly roamed up and down the warm satin skin of her long shapely thighs, then up and around the smoothly curved asscheeks before reaching her small, ripe tits.
Rosebud's fingers played with his ears and then her hands frantically plunged into his hair, turning and tangling as they pulled his laboring mouth ever deeper into her heated cunt. He was turning Rosebud on every bit as much, and with as much passion, as he had ever turned Alma on. The big girl was crying a ragged moan of ever-increasing urgency with each hot flick and stab of Rafer's hotly teasing tongue.
Alma Mae could almost feel that tongue splitting her own cuntlips, but the feeling was one of pain and remorse rather than passion or release.
Rosebud threw her head back and the long, white line of her throat erupted in a raucous laugh. "You almost got me comin', lover boy... you want to fuck me now?"
"Yes... oh shit, I sure do!" Rafer said, the girl's cunt juices dribbling off his slobbering chin.
"How'd you like to fuck me right in the ass, Rafer honey. I mean pour that big cock of yours right up my shit hole and cream my bowels good?"
"Yes... yes, I'd like that. You'd let me do that to ya?"
"Then you gotta let me do what I said before."
"No... no, I couldn't do that."
"Yes you can, you fucker," Rosebud said, her voice commanding. "You want my ass or not?"
Rafer paused, his eyes almost watering with tears of desire. "All right," he nodded.
Alma Mae was being torn apart inside. He had never begged her to allow him her body. Now, here he was being reduced to a slobbering, begging mass of unthinking flesh by Rosebud, whom he hardly knew.
Rosebud took the same rubber cock from her bag that Alma had seen Gussie use on Able. She attached it to herself and turned Rafer over until he half lay across a table. His asscheeks gleamed in front of the rubber prick.
"It's gonna hurt like hell, Rafer," Rosebud said, glowing with the anticipation of inflicting pain. "But your cock will hurt me the same way. You still want it?"
Rafer nodded in silence.
"Then tell me so!"
"I want it," he said. "I want you to fuck me in the ass so I can fuck you in the ass."
His gleaming young asscheeks were being pulled back toward the bobbing, thick rubber cock. Rosebud grinned as she kneeled in closer behind him and spread the knees in front of her own. She grasped the heavy, thickly ridged cock and pressed its huge, ugly head to the puckered little opening. She laughed as she heard Rafer gasp.
"Oh shit... no, I can't take it!" he shouted as he felt the prodding cock against the edges of his asshole. He bit his lip as the pressure increased and the driving tip tried to invade his shit chute.
"Take it... take it, you son-of-a-bitch!" Rosebud screamed.
She drove harder, sensing the tight little opening beginning to give as the massive cock pressed deeper and harder. With a loud cry of victory Rosebud lunged forward, driving the hard rubber cock far up into the depths of Rafer's unwilling ass. She paid no heed to his cries of pain as she ground away inch by inch. Soon the huge prick was buried to the hilt.
The more and the louder Rafer objected the harder Rosebud fucked. She plunged the big cock in, then out, fucking the blood-stained hole relentlessly.
Rarer was bucking back and forth with all the strength in his body, shouting all the time. But still, Alma noticed, he didn't try to escape. The lure of eventually fucking Rosebud the same way was just too much.
Alma Mae couldn't take it any more. She spotted a broken chair on the ground next to her perch. She stepped down, picked up the chair and, in one, long, swinging motion hurled it through the window. Quickly she stepped back up and stared at the result.
Rafer looked up, saw her, and immediately his face turned as red as the blood staining the cheeks of his ass. He jumped forward, pushing the table with him. The rubber cock came out of his asshole with a slurping sound and Rosebud calmly walked to her purse and took out a cigarette.
"You pig... you bastard prick pig! You couldn't wait for me, could you?" Alma Mae screamed, her face a tortured mass of hate and loathing.
"Alma... Alma Mae, honey," he said, foolishly trying to cover himself with some old feed sacks from the floor.
"You bastard!" she continued, her voice rising even higher in pitch and intensity. "What were you going to do? Fuck her in the ass and then wait for me to come along and stick your shifty prick in my cunt?"
"No, Alma... I swear..."
"Bullshit! Or maybe you were going to have me suck your cock, huh? Was that it? Did you think I'd clean it off good for you?"
"No, Alma... I love you!" he cried, and started toward the window.
"You love me!" she hissed. "You love cunt! That's all you love... any cunt. I heard you say it. Well, fuck you, Rafer Clooney, fuck you!"
"I love you, I tell ya! She's just a piece of ass."
"So are you," Alma replied. "Go ahead, Rosebud! Fuck him! That's all he's good for!"
She stumbled from the window and ran out into the yard.
Behind her she could hear Rafer's voice crying out for her. "I love you, Alma! Nobody else! I swear it! I love you... I love you!"
Chapter Eight
"It's true... it's all true. Men are all alike. And why not be just like them," Alma mumbled to herself as she ran, tears streaming from her eyes.
The low-hanging branches and prickly bushes tore at her blouse and skirt as she ran down the hill as fast as her legs and gravity could carry her. She was almost at the bridge when she stumbled and fell into a thorny hedge. She pulled herself to her feet but she couldn't move. Her skirt was caught. She tugged with her hands but it wouldn't come loose. Then she wrenched her whole body and the skirt shredded like paper from her body. She looked down to find herself clad only in bikini panties from the waist down. And they were torn from the thorns.
But she was free, and without a skirt she could move even faster away from the cabin and Rafer. She ran on, vaguely hearing the sound of her running feet change as she hit, and crossed, the bridge.
On the other side she thought for only a second of turning left, back to the picnic grounds. Quickly she rejected the idea and, instead, turned right and plunged into more bushes along the riverbank.
As she ran she could feel them tearing away at what was left of her blouse and panties. The thought flashed through her mind that soon she would be totally naked, her tits and ass saucily bouncing for all to see.
She didn't care.
She kept running, harder and harder, until, at last, she tripped over a partially concealed log in the path and fell headlong through a maze of undergrowth. She tumbled down the bank and came to a stop in a grassy clearing just short of the water.
She lay quietly on her back, feeling the cool grass tickle and caress her naked legs. Like a wounded animal she whimpered, but no other sound came from her mouth.
It seemed like seconds but it was probably hours that she lay there, barely moving, her eyes closed, her nearly nude body soaking up the warm sunlight that clit through the heavy foliage above her.
She had forced her mind into a total blank. That was probably why she didn't notice that half of her body had been raised and cradled in a soft lap. She had heard the soft, reassuring voice but had paid no attention to it, thinking that it was just her imagination.
She opened her eyes and saw the collar first. Then his serene, smiling face came into focus. His lips were moving. She could hear the sounds. She forced her mind to work and they became words.
"Are you all right, Alma Mae? You took a nasty fall."
"I don't know. I think so," she said, feeling very warm and secure somehow, being cradled in his arms, with the trees around them shielding out the rest of the world. "I was running away."
"I thought it was something like that. Do you want to tell me about it?"
She looked into the deep blue of his eyes and saw compassion rather than passion. He was listening and suddenly she was talking. She told him everything; she blurted out her affair with her on brother, with Rosebud and Gussie, and, in detail, all her times with Rafer.
He listened quietly, from time to time nodding, right through her explanation of her seeming love for Rafer and how important it was that he love her back. If he did, then she might not go to Memphis with Gussie and Rosebud. She almost told him about her father but couldn't quite make the words come out.
Then he was talking. He told her that sex, like love, was natural, that it was a drive that needed to be fulfilled in everyone. Sometimes people who were incapable of love used sex as a substitute. It was to Alma's advantage, he said, that she wanted to give both, because everyone needs both.
"No matter who it is, Alma," Gordon Halle said, "they need both. Sometimes the outside physical beauty draws a person to sex, but love is drawn out by one person's inner beauty to another. Often you find one without the other. It's real joy when you find both. And if a person is drawn to another person momentarily by physical beauty then it's a weakness that should most often be forgiven."
"Do you mean that?" Alma said, grasping his hand in both of hers and pulling it to her.
They both jumped when they realized that their hands had touched her naked tits where they mounded above what was left of her bra.
She followed his eyes down to her body. The trees and thorns had nearly stripped her naked. Only the band and one cup of her bra, and just the suggestion of flimsy material remained of her panties. Her nubile body was cradled in innocent, voluptuous glory in his arms. He started to pull his coat over her tits.
"Don't," she said, and held his hand to her naked tit. "It's all right."
His face flushed but he didn't move.
"Do you love your sister?" she asked.
"Yes."
"She's a whore... she works for my aunt up in Memphis."
"I know."
"But you still love her?"
"Yes."
"Do you love your wife?"
"Yes... yes I do. I love my wife very, very much," he replied without any hesitation.
Alma Mae's mind was racing ahead of her words. If what he said were true then he was no different from her father or Rafer. "Do... do you," she said, haltingly, "find me attractive?"
He stared into her eyes for a long time. Then, slowly, he let his eyes travel down the length of her beautiful body. "You're very beautiful, very appealing, Alma Mae. Probably the most beautiful girl or woman I've ever seen."
"Then kiss me... please."
The moment, the circumstances, and the need all served to hypnotize them both and bring their bodies together. He reached out, pulled her to him gently and kissed her. His kiss was sweet, with tenderness and warmth in it. It was soft, a gentle delight that made her want to give rather than take. He sensed this in her and lost any will to resist that he might have had. It was a kiss of the kind she had always dreamed of, a kiss that was tender, considerate, giving pleasure without demanding anything from her.
But it was also a kiss that made her want to give. A great ball of tenderness welled up within her, bursting and leaving her weak.
"Hold me close," she whispered. "Take me... love me!"
He hugged her tightly for several minutes before gently disengaging himself. Quickly and silently he removed his clothes. He lay back down beside her, gently smoothing his body against hers.
Alma wantonly pressed her beautiful, curvaceous softness into the hardness of his cock that thrust and strained against the sweat on her belly.
Suddenly he turned her in his arms and crushed her to him, struggling to get the whole supple length of her pressed into his fiercely burning flesh. His lips came down hard on hers, and his hot tongue met hers as it darted into the warm cave of her lusting mouth. He tongue-fucked her for a time, his hands clutching her soft, thinly covered asscheeks as he ground his cock against the band of material that separated it from the lips of her cunt.
The time, the person and the place triggered something exhilarating in Alma, something she hadn't experienced before. She wanted to give him her body. She wanted him to explore and reap what he found in her. Her arms went up and her hands found the back of his neck. She thrust herself into him, communicating her desire and her lust.
She felt his capable hands frantically kneading the smoothness of her ass and felt his fingers, like tiny tongues of flame, removing the remnants of her panties. Then his hand crept slowly to her tit, tight and hard in the bra cup. She wiggled against him with delight as his hand cupped her tit, rubbing the texture of the garment against her nipple, arousing it.
Alma Mae's mouth went dry as her passion made her skin ripple in anticipation. She used her own hands to reach behind her and unhook the bra. He lifted her from the ground and she shrugged the garment off. Her tits leapt to his mouth and he captured first one and then the other in his warm, searching lips.
She had been moving her own hands down his body as he sucked with short gasping breaths at her tits. Her finger traced a pattern down his body until she discovered that he had left his shorts on. She slipped her hand under the elastic band and searched out the long, hot thickness of his cock.
His cock thrust forward as she removed his shorts. It pressed, naked, against her belly, ready to fuck her when the moment was right, but still he didn't rush. He continued kissing her. He kissed her lips, then drew a line down her neck to her tits. His tongue traced a hot circle around her nipples, causing them to ache with desire. Then his lips closed softly over them and she thrilled to the tugging sensation as he mouthed them eagerly.
She took his hand and guided it to her cunt. She gasped with delight as she felt his finger enter her slit. Both her hands were busy working with eager fondness, caressing his hot cock as it responded to her manipulations with throbbing passion.
She urged with her hands until his body was poised above hers. He looked down at the young girl's lush body. It was a sight he would remember if he lived to be a hundred. His eyes devoured the fleshy fullness of her incredible tits, the reddened erect nipples reaching up to him like fiery rosettes. He gazed down at the gentle sweep of her tautly quivering belly, the wetly curling cunt hair above the full, fleshy thighs.
She opened her eyes and sighed up to him in a voice distorted with lust, "Do it! Do it to me! Give me your cock all the way!"
"Do you mean it?" he said, looking down at her.
"Yes... yes, I mean it. Do it!"
"Do what?"
"You know what," she said, begging him with her eyes.
"Yes, I do. But you must tell me. I want to do it to you... but you must tell me."
"Fuck it!" Alma said, her voice heavy and hoarse with passion. "Go ahead and fuck my cunt. Fill it with your cock!"
He eased her trembling legs apart with his knees and shoved his tongue deeply into the hot wetness of her mouth. His hand went down to his cock and guided it toward her cum drenched cunt. The contact was thrilling as his bulbous cockhead touched first her clitoris and then her asshole in its search.
Suddenly he became a man of passion. He went mad with desire for the body beneath him. He ground his lust-hardened cock in among the softly curling pubic hairs that lined the lips of her throbbing cunt.
She felt the violently throbbing hardness of his cock searching for the opening to her cuntal channel. Each jab of the huge, pulsating head of his prick against her sensitive cunt mouth resulted in new and ever greater waves of ecstasy. She wanted to help him, to secure the prize that he so ardently sought. But, just as she reached down to assist him, he found it.
The throbbing cockhead sank through the elastic opening and, without hesitation, rammed into the heated depths of her wildly gyrating cunt. It sent a shock wave of pure bliss through her body that seemed to seep from the nipples of her thrusting tits. She screeched in joy as she sent her hands around his asscheeks to increase the impalement of her willing cunt.
He reared his hips and thrust to the hilt, splitting her walls and spreading the lips of her cunt over his cock. The force of his impalement brought a long, sustained howl from her throat that he quickly muffled with his mouth.
He groaned into her mouth himself as he felt his prick taste the nectar at the far end of her clutching pussy. Her cunt was warm and tight like a slickly coated sealskin glove as it milked and urged his cock to fuck it.
He flexed his cock inside her, and Alma answered with a low, mewling groan of desire and satisfaction. She opened her lips and breathed the words into his mouth: "Fuck me... fuck me now."
Gordon Halle could feel the tightly gripping hole of Alma's moist cunt throbbing with an urgent need. The heated walls of her pussy massaged and squeezed his cock with an insistence that he had never experienced before.
He pulled his cock clear out until just the tip of the head was between her cuntlips. He let it hang there until she squeezed her thighs and brought her heels against his ass. She pulled hard until his prick slid like a saber back into her sheath. The moist, powerful muscles of her cunt once again skinned the cockhead clear as it plunged back into her steamy hole.
"Yes, yes... it's good, it's loving," she moaned as she guided him with her legs.
He began to fuck into her with slow, deep strokes. The fiery heat of his cock deep up inside her tightly clenching belly radiated from her cuntal walls to her thrusting tits and her freed mind. Her loins moved eagerly upward against him, opening all the way to receive him. Her hips ground around hungrily as she fucked him back with all the desire and need in her passion-racked, sweat-stained body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer. She felt his hands dig under her frantically pumping asscheeks and cup his balls up tight against her asshole. His chest mashed against the pillows of her heated tits. The wiry hair scraped her nipples and stimulated them even more.
"You're so deep," she moaned. "It's so good, so hard, so hard. Is... is it good for you?"
"It's beautiful. I can feel every part of your pussy with the head of my cock. It's beautiful. Thick me back, Alma, give your cunt to me."
The whole world was gone now. There was only his demanding prick buried deep in her soft, warmly welcoming cunt. She chanted a litany of desire into his ear as he established a rhythm, fucking into her in deep, powerful strokes. He bored his hard, pulsing cock into the quivering slit of her wide-open cunt. On each downstroke he felt her lift to meet him so that pelvic bone met pelvic bone, and wiry crotch hair entwined. It was a shattering union that shook them both to their heated cores.
Alma was loving it and giving her body totally in return. She wanted his hot throbbing prick in her so bad that she was crooning and begging him to fuck her harder. She squirmed her cunt up to sheath his cock like a bitch in heat.
She became lost in the sensations of pure, loving sex. Her cunt became a soaking, yearning receptacle for his plundering cock. Her hands feverishly kneaded the young minister's asscheeks pulling him deeper and deeper into her cunt as her nails frantically dug into his flesh.
Nothing, she thought, there was nothing in the world so beautiful as being fucked by the cock of a loving man. Gussie and Rosebud could never give her what she was now getting from this man. Who he was didn't matter. She had a man, a man with a huge, hard cock that sent wild waves of enduring pleasure racing through her whole body. His cock became the center of her being and she fucked it with relish and joy.
Gordon Halle's world was also of the moment. It centered on this girl-woman who had needed him and answered his need for her with parted thighs. He covered her face with feverish kisses as he continued to mercilessly pound his cock into her embracing cunt.
She writhed and moaned beneath him in total ecstasy, using her hips in ever-widening circles to drive him into throes of wild abandon. A scream of joy escaped her lips as he tightened the muscles of his asscheeks and drove his cock to the root up her cunt. He stayed there, grinding his bone and the ridge of his prick against her rock-hard little clit.
Her whole body was quivering, her clit vibrating like a tuning fork under his pressure. She thought it was the ultimate until he again cupped her ass and raised her up to gain even greater access to the fire that raged in her cunt.
His fingers separated the cheeks of her ass. He could feel the continued seepage of her cunt juices as they ran from around his cock and bathed her asshole. She was flooding the ground beneath her cunt and still she gushed.
His fingers found her asshole. It, too, was soaking with the juices from her cunt. She felt his touch and willed her asshole to open and clutch at his finger. It slid up her shit chute to the second knuckle. Her passionately trembling legs jerked wide apart to wave frantically as she automatically screwed her asscheeks down over the finger.
"Good... good," she said, "good from both ends."
His finger worked further and further up into her ass until it was sucked into her wildly flailing flesh all the way to the palm of his hand. It began to rotate, moving around and around in the warm depths of her shit chute. She could feel the finger caress the cock through the thin membrane that separated her asshole from her cunt.
He became insane in the pure, unadulterated joy of her wanton, yet loving, body. He ground the length of his cock down into her with all the strength of his hips, his ass, and his thighs. He could feel the pulsating lips of her hotly working cunt clasping and unclasping the head and staff of his cock. He fucked into her with everything he had, straining to ram even his balls between her clutching cuntlips.
New screams of blissful pleasure gurgled from Alma's throat as he maintained the same savage rhythm with his cock in her cunt and his finger in her sucking asshole.
"That's the way... that's it lover!" she screamed. "Oh God, fuck, fuck me with everything you have!"
She grunted and screamed with alternate intensity as she felt him boring into her, fucking her with cock and finger. She felt the blood-gorged heed of his cock slide back and forth along the walls of her clit while his finger reamed her shit chute with the same wonderful, sensual stimulus.
She was lost in the depths of beautiful, sexual sensations as the ravishment of her body continued unabated. Alma Mae could hear the sound of naked flesh, her naked flesh, smacking on naked flesh, as their wetly glistening bodies slammed together.
She was coming. She wanted him to know, wanted to tell him. She did it with her body by jerking her widespread knees back over her shoulders and exposing her cunt even more to his driving strokes.
Wildly he drove himself, plunging his expanding cock deeper and harder into her churning cuntal walls that clasped and milked him.
"Deeper, harder!" she gasped. "I'm there... oh, my God, I'm there! Fuck it into me... FUCK IT INTO ME!"
He jerked his finger from her wildly clenching asshole and clutched her to him, her flowing, gushing cunt taking all of his prick as he matched her come with his own.
He grabbed the smooth cheeks of her ass with all his strength and pistoned in and out of her with grinding, surging strokes that literally pulled the cum from his balls into his cockshaft.
Sweat poured in streams from both their bodies as they thrashingly tangled their bodies, their arms, their legs in the mind-shattering explosion of release. His violently exploding cock boiled creamy jism the full length of his shaft and jetted the liquid into the hotly convulsing depths of Alma's cunt. There seemed to be no end for both of them as they continued pumping, his cock shooting cum and her pussy sucking wildly at the gift.
The amount of his cum and his obvious joy triggered a second orgasm far inside Alma. Her body convulsed and expanded. Her flesh seemed to melt into his arms as she wound down through it by delicately kissing his lips and neck.
She settled beneath him, loving the feeling as her cuntal muscles sucked the last man cream from his pulsing cock. He slowly shifted his weight to the side and tenderly, without words kissed her back.
"That was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me," Alma said.
"You know I don't dare say it," he replied, "but I can feel it."
She nodded and squeezed her thighs around his slipping cock for emphasis. In response he cradled her head against his shoulder and bent his nose and mouth into the sweetness of her hair.
They lay like that, legs, arms and hands entwined for hours. Her mind was totally at ease, as was her body.
"We should go," he sighed.
"Yes," she said.
They walked to his car. He carefully folded a blanket around her naked body, kissing every mound and crevice as he covered it.
They drove directly to her front door, not even bothering with side roads. She leaned across the seat and kissed him tenderly, then she opened the car door and stepped out. Closing it, she again turned and tenderly kissed his upturned face.
"Will we see each other again?" he asked.
"You mean like this?"
"I don't think it would ever be the same again," she said.
"No, it wouldn't," he said, smiling a little wistfully at her maturity in youth. "Good-bye, Alma Mae."
"Good-bye, Gordon."
She watched him until the car was out of sight then turned and walked into the house and up the stairs. Her father's car had been parked at the side of the house. She intended getting dressed and then sitting him down for a much-needed talk.
But as she passed the door to his room he called out to her. She paused with the blanket held tightly around her, debating, and then gently pushed the door open and walked into the room.
Chapter Nine
The drapes were closed and the room was airless. When her eyes had finally adjusted she saw him lying on the bed, bare to the waist, his hair mussed, and his face unshaven.
"Are you going with them?" he asked, his voice slightly slurred from drinking. A half-empty whiskey bottle sat on the bedside stand.
"I don't know," she replied, and almost added, "I don't think so," but decided to wait and see what he was going to say or tell her.
"Maybe you should," he said.
"Why?"
"Because your life here is wasting away. Soon you'll start to decay like I have, like this farm has, like everything around me does."
"You've just been drinking, and drinking too much. That's all."
"Yes, I probably have. And I'll probably be drinking even more."
"Yes, Alma. I think I will. Alma..."
"Yes."
"I want to... I've got to tell you something... something very important."
"You mean about Rosebud... or should I say, about you and Rosebud?"
"You know?" he said, turning his bloodshot eyes toward her for the first time.
"Yes... I know."
"Then you know why Gussie hates me so much and why she wants to get her revenge by taking Able and you away from me."
This took Alma Mae by surprise. "No, I don't know about that."
"Then for what it's worth, Alma Mae, I'll tell you. It don't make any difference no way now, I guess."
As he talked Alma found herself moving toward the bed, both from empathy for, her father and amazement at what he was telling her.
Rosebud, he told her, was not his and her mother's child. She was Gussie's daughter, born out of wedlock in Memphis. The man who had gotten her pregnant deserted her as soon as he found out her condition. She turned to whoring mostly because his leaving had made her hate men so much that she reasoned taking their money for what she considered giving nothing was good revenge. But she soon discovered that the baby would be taken away from her eventually when the authorities discovered it during one of her frequent arrests.
So, when the baby came, she brought it down country and begged her brother to take the child and raise her as his own.
"After your mother died I was lost. And then, as time went on I was also frustrated. But, I just couldn't chase around the county looking for widows and one-night stands and I didn't want to get married again anyway. So I just sat and went to pot. Sounds like an excuse don't it? Well, maybe it is."
"Go on," Alma said, resting her hand on his arm in encouragement.
"One morning, on a Sunday it was, Rosebud came in to wake me up for breakfast. During the night I'd thrown the covers off and I'd been dreaming... sex dreams. Do you know what those are, Alma?"
"Yes... I know. Girls have 'em too."
"Well when men have 'em..."
"I know about that too," she said, and squeezed the powerful muscle in his forearm.
"Well, something got into Rosebud... she seemed to just go crazy when she saw me like that. I was still pretty much asleep and she just got right into bed with me and took all her clothes off an' she... she..."
"She sucked you."
There was an embarrassed silence as he turned his head away from her. Finally he rolled it back and looked directly into her eyes again.
"I guess you have vowed up, Alma. Yeah, that's what she did. Well, when I started comin'. I realized that it weren't no dream. It was all too real. I woke up but I was so far gone I couldn't stop her. Then she crawled right up on top of me an'... well, she just put it right inside her and then I guess I didn't want to stop it. Then the next morning it happened again, and then again, until I guess I just didn't want to stop it at all. I gotta admit it was wonderful but it was startin', after a while, to drive me crazy. But her... well, she just wanted more and more."
"I kept tellin' myself it wasn't so bad because she wasn't really my daughter an' she kept insistin' it was all right because I was... well, she said I was the only man she'd ever found big enough to do her any good."
"Well, after a long time it started really gettin' to me and I made it stop. I just told her I couldn't do it any more. I flat refused."
"But, Rosebud, she didn't want to stop it. But, when I started lockin' my door and wouldn't open it when she'd come to me in the night she just upped and left. Now she's back and she's told Gussie the whole thing. You know the rest."
He was almost crying and she could feel the bed shaking from the quivering in his body.
"Everybody's gotta have somebody," she said, "sometime."
Suddenly Rafer, her father, Gordon, and her body all merged in her mind. They all came together and for some reason it was all normal. Nothing, she thought, could be as perverted or as bad as the kind of life and the hate that Rosebud and Gussie must experience.
Alma Mae crossed to the door, locked it, and returned to the bed. "I'm not going with them," she said, "I'm staying here. And I'm staying here with you, until you don't need me any more."
She took his hand and slid it beneath the blanket. Using her own hand over his she cupped the fullness of her tit and felt the nipple rise and harden in the center of his palm.
Their eyes met in the darkness and, without words, they communicated their mutual loneliness and need. She bent her head and lightly kissed him on the lips. At the same time she brazenly undid his belt and ran his zipper down. His cock was already hard from the stimulus of her fleshy tit and it fairly leapt into her hand when it was freed.
From there on everything seemed to be a totally normal progression without either one of them wanting to do any more than give to the other.
As his hands worked over the fullness of her tits, she applied more and more pressure to his lengthening cock. A tiny shot of cum moistened her palm as she caressed the head. A thrill of forbidden excitement abruptly shot through her suddenly awakened body.
"Alma," her father moaned.
"Be good to me... let me love you," she said, and dropped the blanket from her body. She heard him gasp as the beauty of her nakedness was revealed to him. She slid onto the bed beside him.
"We can just sleep if you want to," she said, sensing the tenseness in his body.
"I... I don't really want to. I guess I... well..."
His face flamed in the darkness as he tried to explain what he wanted from her.
"You don't know how I'm worked up," she said, squeezing her father's cock harder in her hand. "I need it from you."
Suddenly he was hot against her. His hot mouth was sliding down her throat, bringing sensations so intense that she was stunned by the impact. Alma, for the second time in hours, felt her nerves and skin come alive. She could feel her cunt begin to ache again with intense need. Her head whirled and her mind began to turn to jelly as she felt herself crushed against his huge cock.
She felt his tongue enter the warm wet cavern of her mouth. She moaned delightfully and gave herself up to him. She arched her back and mashed the full pillows of her soft tits against his chest. She moaned aloud as she felt his hand go lower and close over the furry nest of her cunt mound. His touch sent tongues of flame from her pussy up to her willing mind and hardened nipples.
"I don't want you to leave me," he said, at last tearing his mouth from hers. "I want you to stay with me, I want to love you."
Suddenly the tears were welling over her cheeks and she was blubbering against his hard neck. Yet her hand was now stroking and, almost painfully, pounding the rigid hardness of his bobbing cock. He removed his pants by just rubbing the legs together and pushing them from his feet.
He turned back to her, and both his huge hands came up to gently cup her tits. They were like silken weights, heavy and beautiful in his hands. "Oh, God, Alma Mae, you're beautiful, and warm, and long..." He burrowed his face between the trembling globes and used his hands to squeeze them against each side of his face.
Her arms went out and held him against her shaking tits. She lay for long minutes running her hands down his muscled, hard back. She loved his hot, hungry mouth burning against her naked flesh.
He pushed up with his arms until he was above her. He looked down and groaned in pure ecstasy when he saw the fullness of her heaving, beautiful body openly urging him to take her and do with her what he wished. With a deep groan he fell across her, his yearning mouth wetly enclosing her tit. She jerked and arched her tits up to him fiercely.
"Yes... oh, shit yesss," she said, feeling the full, firmly matured tits swelling to even more fullness under her father's sucking lips. Her body responded and talked to him as his hands slid down her satin sides to her quivering thighs.
She tugged on his body, pulling him closer to her as his mouth pulled at her heaving tit, hot tongue sucking and laying, drawing the hot lust of her body right out through the turgid nipple. The heat of his taut, muscular body was burning through her. She could feel his massively throbbing cock pressing into her flesh like a velvet-covered poker. Against his belly his cock was throbbing wildly, starved for her womanhood. She felt it. The head had swelled to a monstrous size as it pounded at her palm.
She whimpered with joy as she used her hand like a hot glove on his shuddering cock. It jerked and pulsed like something alive. It had grown so large that she could hardly hold it in her hand. She felt him drive forward, instinctively thrusting in her hand. She sensed the skin sliding deliciously back and forth under her tightly gripping fingers.
"It's beautiful," she hissed in his ear. "It's a big, beautiful cock!"
The words, coming from his own daughter's mouth unhinged him. It was all he needed to completely let himself go. Shivering streaks of hungry anticipation streamed through his heated flesh at the touch and feel of her young body beneath him.
Her cunt had begun to frantically gyrate against him. Her swollen tits were on fire against his equally hot chest. She placed her hand over his where it rested on her hairy cunt. "Feel here... now," she urged, "press a little harder. Now, with your finger. Yes, oh yessss, that's good... that's so fucking good!" She purred in bliss as his fingers worked expertly on her cuntlips. She felt the heated juices of love seep from within her hot cunt as her hips began moving in little circles over and around his probing fingers.
"Oh my God, you're wet, Alma, so wet and so ready," he groaned.
His finger needed no more urging. In it went between the hairy lips of her swollen cunt. At his touch, more and more juice flowed out of her pussy until a small stream was dribbling and oozing down over her smooth thighs and rounded asscheeks.
His lips moved gently but swiftly down across the flat of her belly and came to rest between her thighs. She spread her thighs even wider and lifted her ass from the bed. Her cuntlips yawned open, spreading their musk up to his nostrils and further inflaming his lust-filled brain with their pungent odors. He kissed the seeping cuntal opening and lightly ran his tongue along the hairy crevice, sucking at her juices as he moved.
She lifted her knees and spread her thighs to their widest limits. "Eat... eat me there... suck me there! Shove your tongue up my cunt, Pa!"
His eager tongue tasted the moisture of her cunt and then curled like a large spoon into the delicate depths of her gash. His tongue became like a weapon. It rammed into her seething cuntal channel like a slithering, inflamed cock. Her legs and hips became even more animated. She arched her cunt up against his kissing, probing, fucking tongue.
He drank from the well of his daughter's cunt like a man dying of thirst. He attempted to bury his whole face in the clasping warmth of her pussy.
"I want you too... now, I want your cock too!" she gasped. "I want to suck your cock while you tongue-fuck my cunt! GIVE ME YOUR COCK, PA!"
She pulled his strong thighs over her head and screamed in joy when she saw the jutting magnificence of his hard cockshaft throbbing like a mighty piston only inches from her face.
She wanted it. She wanted to taste the tiny drops of cum starting to dribble from its head. She lifted her face up to it, issued another groan of joy as she wildly kissed the jerking head. Then she opened her lips wide and slipped them up and over it, and she started sucking at his throbbing cock.
The feel of his daughter's warm, wet mouth around the head of his cock drove him wild. She sucked so hard and so well at his steel-like cock that he was afraid he would cream her mouth before he ever got it fitted inside her cunt.
Alma Mae's mouth was stretched wide to take the huge thickness and length of his rigidly pulsing prick. Frantically she began using her tongue around and over the meaty tip and the sensitive underside of the shaft. She hollowed her cheeks and began to suck fiercely. She reached up with her hands and found the taut slabs of his asscheeks. She pulled on them, forcing the pulsing cockshaft that was already filling her mouth even deeper into her throat. She could feel the soft curling pubic hair at his groin tickling against her nose as she gasped and struggled to get the whole of his throbbing cock into her hungry throat. She wanted all of him. She wanted to taste her father's cum deeply inside her throat and her willing belly.
Between them they set up a rhythm -- his tongue driving into the heated cunt, while her sucking mouth tried to swallow all of his swollen prick. Her soft throat was being stabbed in such a way that she sensed that he was very close to coming. She tightened her mouth around his cock and then began bobbing her head up and down, stretching her mouth over its pulsing length.
"Oh God, Alma, Alma, ALMA!" he screamed into the flesh of her cunt. The feel of her tongue working like a demon on his cock had driven him right to the brink. He wanted to let her know. He couldn't come right in her mouth. He arched his back and tried drawing his cock from her mouth. "I'm comin'... I'm going to come soon, real soon!" he gasped.
She didn't answer. Instead she dug even deeper into his asscheeks and pulled his cock back into her sucking throat. Her saliva flowed freely. It mixed with the beginning of his cum. She lapped with her tongue at the head, urging him with her actions to go ahead and come in her mouth.
He arched and cried out.
The dam broke into her sucking mouth. She felt his balls tense and then his cock went off, pouring hot cum into her waiting, hungry throat.
She was ready for the eruption and worked the muscles of her throat rapidly to swallow. Her mouth filled and overflowed with her father's creamy white jism. On and on the spewing bursts came in thick streams which she gulped down greedily.
When he started to subside she twisted her body until his still semihard cock was just above her steaming cunt.
"It's still hard enough," she said. "Shove it into me... bring me off good, real good, with your cock!"
And it was good, she thought as she felt the jerking prick slide into her cunt. On and on it went until she thought it would end up in her throat. It filled her belly and she started screaming with the passion of fulfillment.
"It's in you," he sighed. "Oh God, Alma Mae, it's in you all the fuckin' way!"
"Roll over... roll over!" she cried. "Let me fuck you from the top! Let me sit on it so I can keep it all the way up inside me!"
He did as she asked without even drawing his cock from her slurping cunt. Her tits hung like two huge melons above his face and her hair steamed back and forth across his chest as she wove her head from side to side, her eyes closed in sensual bliss. Her ass moved in tight circles which gradually became wider and wider as she slowly and deliciously slid her cunt down the throbbing length of his meaty cock.
She raised herself until just the mighty tip of his cock tingled just inside her heated cuntlips. Then with a scream borne of pure lust and joy she simply let go, let her quivering cunt slide wetly down the length of the shaft all the way until her cuntlips were nibbling against the darkly curling pubic hair that covered his hunching groin.
His cock was huge, heaving in passion, and she was filled completely, filled fully with cockmeat.
She whimpered and squeezed down with her cuntal muscles, milking and loving him with all the strength and will in her body. Frantically she worked her ass, rotating it insanely over his cock. Her swollen tits lunged and danced as if they would tear themselves from the rest of her body.
"I'm coming!" she hissed between tightly clenched teeth. "Oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit... I'm coming again even bigger than before! OH, FUCK ME GOOD... POUND ME, I'M COMING!"
Piercing wails spilled from her throat as the walls of her cunt contracted and twisted in exquisite agony over the raging inferno of his upward pounding prick. Her ecstasy compounded and built until it could no longer be contained in her body but spilled out in long, ear-shattering screams of joy.
She could feel the waves of her come washing her to the very heights of passion. She felt as though the world were bursting on the inside of her cunt.
"Oh my God!" she shouted. "It just doesn't stop! It keeps going on and on forever!"
And it did... for both of them. As Alma reached one peak it seemed that her father would pound his cock harder into her and she would go on to another.
Finally they both collapsed, exhausted, their bellies, their thighs and their faces covered with cum and cunt juice and layered over with rivulets of sweat.
Panting and sighing they still grasped each other's genitals as they rested. She pulled him toward her until his head was resting against her tit. Then they fell asleep.
She awakened when she heard Gussie and Rosebud return. They were searching the house for her, and Alma heard a muffled cry from Gussie when she rattled the bedroom door and found it locked.
She looked down. Her father remained content and asleep in her arms, with his head resting between her huge tits.
She smiled to herself. Gussie would know they were together, and that would be answer enough for her. Alma Mae and her father would never be bothered again by the kinfolk from Memphis.
She heard the front door slam and soon the car's engine roar into life. From the front yard she thought she heard a long, pleading yell from Able, urging her to change her mind and come with them. But soon it too faded from earshot as the car roared down the lane.
Tomorrow, she thought, she would call Rafer. She would tell him that she understood. She would forgive him everything. She would tell him to come over during his lunch hour and she would love him so much that no other woman would ever be able to satisfy him again.
She looked down at the sleeping head on her tits. Someday, she thought, she would marry Rafer and they would be happy together. They would even have children and they too would be happy. In the meantime she would love and care for both Rafer and her father.
He stirred.
She raised his head slightly, and gently thrust a nipple into her father's mouth.
