There has been much talk lately about the disappearance from American society of the extended family--the family in which parents and children live closely with aunts and uncles, cousins and grandparents, helping each other and sharing their whole lives. The author, in this book, has tried to portray an example of a modem extended family which shares even more than the old-fashioned kind. It is intended as a comedic approach to the situation, but it has serious undertones as well.
Perhaps the character best able to understand the actions of the members of the Peters family, on vacation at the old homestead, is Sally, a young psychiatric social worker from New York. Her training in the habits and foible of humans makes it easy for her to see just what each of the members of her large family is seeking.
For each one is seeking something: Joyce and Frank want to find an easy way to let their children know that their 'swinging' life is really acceptable; Timmy, their son, is trying to prove his manhood; Susie, their daughter, is looking for sexual knowledge and experience. Clara and Harry are both seeking satisfaction away from their unresponsive partners, and Sally is simply asking for a break in her daily work routine.
The author has described the events of the summer from the viewpoints of the various women involved, from the twelve-year-old girls indulging in sexual experimentation to their aunt, a woman whose husband has rejected her for twenty-three years. For it has always been the woman in the family who has taken the initiative to bring about changes in her family and its members, changes that are often so subtle that the man thinks, in the end, that it was his idea.
This idea is developed in the character of Jason, whose wife had the courage to throw away years of wrong advice from an out-of-date doctor and seek to cure her man through her own brand of home-grown therapy, a therapy which does more for the unfortunate man in five minutes than was done by the doctors in years of treatment. Sally, too, takes a bold approach when confronted by a teenager's confusion, and brings him a new trust in himself.
Each member of the Peters family finds a new and different side of his or her personality in this story of a simple summer vacation, and the unfolding of their personal stories makes entertaining reading, as well as providing an insight into one person's concept of today's extended family.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Sally smiled up at the man sitting across the table from her, a twinkle in her bright blue eyes. "Yes, Mike," she said, "It was a nice vacation." She realized she'd been daydreaming again as Mike's hand on her shoulder and his voice in her ear brought her back to the present. They had just finished her "welcome home" dinner in Mike's apartment and he was ready to get on with the after-dinner activities. He took her wineglass from her and pulled out her chair as she moved gracefully from the table to the couch. He felt an aching in his loins just watching her cross the room, the movement of her long legs and gently rounded ass showing through the thin fabric of her long skirt. She sat down, crossing her legs and settling her skirt in folds over them. One arm flung carelessly along the back of the couch, Sally patted the seat next to her and looked at Mike invitingly.
She watched him cross the room to stand in front of her, admiring his lithe body. At twenty-five, two years older than Sally, he was tall and proportioned like a football player with broad shoulders and narrow waist and small, round behind. She knew his shirt covered a thick mat of curly black hair, almost as thick as the hair on his head. His brown eyes swept appreciatively over her, lingering on her breasts and thighs and sending a tingle up her spine.
"Damn," he thought, "It's been a long two weeks." Oh, he'd gone out a couple of times while she was gone, but the girls he'd picked up compared to Sally like hamburger to filet mignon. He and Sally had been seeing each other for several months now, and he was sure she was pretty faithful to him, but he had a feeling she'd met someone else on her vacation; several times during the evening her attention had wandered and she'd gotten a dreamy look in her eyes. He meant to bring her back for good and make her forget anyone she might have met. And he knew just the way to do that...
He kneeled in front of Sally, saying, "Let me take your shoes off so you'll be more comfortable," as he deftly removed her sandals. Thank God she hadn't bothered to wear stockings! Her legs were smooth and tan as he let his lips and hands play over her ankles, then her calves and up to her thighs, caressing and nibbling her warm flesh, sending little shudders through her body. With a soft moan Sally relaxed farther into the soft cushions, uncrossing her legs as Mike lifted her diaphanous skirt to reveal a pair of very brief pink lace bikinis with little tufts of curly blonde fuzz peeking out around the elastic. He spread her legs wide apart, running his thumb along the crotch of her panties. He wasn't surprised to find them already wet. He knew his Sally was a highly-sexed woman. She wriggled under his touch making little noises of pleasure, and as she moved he inhaled the scent of her juicy cunt, sweet and musky. The odor sent a tingle through his belly all the way down to his balls, and he felt his prick stiffen. He began to undo the buttons that had held her dress closed to just below the crotch, revealing her flat belly and slim waist that curved out to form her firmly rounded buttocks. Slipping his hands under her bottom he grasped her panties and she raised herself slightly to allow him to pull them off, running his broad hands over her hips and down her legs as he did. His hands returned to her creamy thighs as he studied the glorious blonde bush that covered her moist slit. His thumbs were making small circles on her thighs, working their way up through the curly jungle to the top of her mound, then suddenly they stabbed into her vulva and landed directly on her joy button, caressing and rubbing it until it stood proud and erect. Sally's breath was coming in small gasps now as feelings of joy swept through her body, and Mike knew his stiffening cock wanted to be free of its restraining bonds. With one hand working her slit he managed to unfasten his pants and work them, along with his shorts, down to his knees. His cock stood out stiff and hard, throbbing gently as his pulse raced. When he brought his face close to her steaming cunt he could feel the heat rising from her as he spread her lips wide and began licking her with long laps of his broad tongue. He pressed his pulsing member into the edge of the couch as Sally brought her legs up over his shoulders, clasping his head convulsively with her thighs. Her gasps had given way to long, low moaning, "Lick me all up, Mike! Suck it, suck it as hard as you can!" He renewed his attack on her rigid bud, tonguing and sucking it until it seemed he would swallow it whole. Two of his fingers snaked their way into her quivering hole and he thrust them in and out, slowly at first then faster and faster until Sally began to scream, "I'm so close--I'm so close- faster--faster-I'm... cumming!" she ended in a wail. Her breath came in ragged gasps as her body bucked and heaved against his face. Before she could stop trembling Mike withdrew his fingers and, standing up to lean against the couch he was on her, her legs still dangling over his shoulders. His prick jabbed into her with all its force, thrusting her deeper into the cushions. She hadn't recovered from her first orgasm when another was upon her, making her sob with ecstasy. He moved into her a few more times, then pulled his glistening cock out of her and sank to the couch by her side.
"Oh, Mike, don't stop," Sally pleaded, grabbing his hand and pushing it down to her tingling box. "Don't worry, baby," caressing her slippery twat, "We've only just started."
With that he leaned over to remove his shoes and pants and stood up to peel off his shirt. He took her hand to help her stand up and, turning her back to him he helped her out of her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra, so he stopped to fondle her breasts, pinching and teasing the dusky nipples until they stood out hard. Mike thought her breasts were the most beautiful he'd ever seen, heavy and full, but firm and slightly tilted. She arched her back and thrust her yearning tits forward into his hands, letting her dress fall in a heap beside his pants. She loved the feel of his hands on her heaving mounds, but it seemed he had something else in mind. Placing his hands just below her jutting breasts on either side of her body he half-carried, half pushed her into the bedroom. She could feel his swollen cock, still sticky from her love-juices, digging into her ass, so she wiggled it from side to side, leaning back against his body.
"You little vixen," he muttered, "you sure are hot tonight! Well, I'm going to fuck you like it's never been done to you before!" He stopped by the side of his waterbed and turned her to face him.
Before Sally could reply she felt his mouth burning into hers, his arms surrounding her and their bodies melting into each other. Sally wanted him to crush her as her breasts flattened against his chest and his thick cock rubbed her belly. She lifted one long leg and wrapped it around his waist, letting his searching tool find its way to her dripping slit, moving back and forth over her swollen cunt lips and sensitive clit. Mike's tongue was moving in her mouth like fire, then on her eyes, her cheeks, her shoulders, always returning to her hungry lips. He grasped her other leg and, lifting her, lowered both of them to the bed. They rolled together and apart, trying to hold onto each other and laughing as the waterbed adjusted to their movements. Then Mike was on hands and knees next to Sally, his face buried in the valley between her luscious tits. He licked each one from the base to the nipple then settled down to nibble and suck them like a baby. "Oh, Mike, I can feel that all the way down in my cunt," she exclaimed, and Mike redoubled his efforts. One hand found its way to her crotch just as she was reaching for his rod. She turned her head to look at it and gasped at the size of it. It had never been that big before! It seemed to have a life of its own, this red, pulsing prick, the veins sticking out purple and the mushroom-shaped head oozing drops of juice. She knew then that Mike was very hot for her!
Sally wanted to return some of the favors he had been showing her. She inched her way closer to his turgid organ and Mike, sensing what she had in mind, obliged her by straddling her face. Sally looked up at his throbbing cock and saw it was still glistening with thick strings of her cum, some of her blonde hairs sticking to it. She inhaled the heady fragrance of his sex mingled with hers, when she could no longer contain herself. Reaching up greedily she grasped his manhood in both hands, working the skin up and down, cupping one hand over the swelling head and squeezing the shaft with the other. She brought the round head to her lips and let it rest there for a moment. Then her tongue flashed out and covered it with little hot licks. Mike groaned above her, then shifted his body so he could administer the same treatment to her. Sally smiled with delight when she felt his tongue on her clit once more; this was one of her favorite kinds of sex. Soon she had his whole rod in her mouth, sucking it and wrapping her tongue around it as she moved her head back and forth. She found that if she gave her head a little twist just as she was going over the head of Mike's prick, he would groan in ecstasy, and everytime he groaned it sent vibrations through her love button. Mike began sucking the juices out of her box with his tongue, faster and faster, sending shudders throughout her whole body. As her own excitement heightened she worked his member harder and faster, whipping her head around as she felt the delicious tension starting in her thighs and rising up through her whole pelvic area that meant she would cum soon. She knew Mike was almost there too, by the way his cock stiffened and swelled even more in her mouth. She was moaning loudly now though she wasn't even aware of it. Just as her moans of joy turned to screams as her orgasm hit, exploding through her body, Mike exploded too, shooting streams of hot cum into her throat. Sally gasped and swallowed though it seemed he would never stop cumming. Her body was going through its own private ecstasy, intensified by the way Mike kept licking and sucking her clit even as he was cumming. After a few minutes they were both quiet, and Mike tumbled off Sally's body and worked his way around so they were side-by-side again.
They held each other lightly, kissing gently for a few minutes until Mike felt Sally's warm hand on his still-hard cock.
"Mike, I--uh--don't understand," she said softly. "You're still hard as a rock! But I know you came--I must have swallowed a gallon of it!"
"I don't understand it either, honey," he replied. "But it sure would be a shame to let a good thing like that go to waste, now, wouldn't it?"
"Oh, I could never allow that!" she giggled. "Let's see what I can do with it."
With those words she scrambled to her knees and straddled his body, settling herself gently down on his magical hard-on. "Oh, that does fill me up quite well! You don't know how much I love to have your beautiful, hard, thick, juicy cock all the way up my hungry cunt!" she breathed. She sat straight up on his rigid pole and reached one hand back to fondle his balls. When the grin on Mike's face turned to a look of surprised pleasure she began to slowly pump herself up and down on his cock. She played and teased him like a little girl, jiggling fast from side to side, making her fleshy tits bounce on her chest, then rising up on her knees until her cunt-lips almost lost their grasp on his shiny rod and lowering herself quickly, taking it into her body as deep as she could. But when Mike reached down and started rubbing her love button she quit fooling around and got down to the business at hand.
Leaning forward and supporting herself on her hands, Sally moved her pelvis in a figure eight motion that she knew would drive him crazy. Slowly at first, still teasing a little, she quickened her pace when her own banked fires began to burn more fiercely. Still massaging her clit with one hand, Mike grabbed at her swinging breasts with the other. The wrinkled nipples were standing out hard and straight and he twisted and pinched them as his own excitement mounted. He raised his face to Sally's in a long, cliff-hanging kiss that made both of them hotter and hotter. Mike was writhing now, matching Sally move for move, as he broke away from their kiss, moaning "I'm going to cum, I'm going to shoot my wad into your hot cunt! I'm going to fill you up! Oh, my god, Sally. You're so good. You're so good... " His words triggered something deep inside Sally's body and her own screams drowned him out as she cried, "Oh, Jesus, Mike, fucking you feels... so... ah... ahh... AAagh I'm cumming! Fuck me--fuck me--fuck me crazy!"
She could feel Mike groaning beneath her and she felt his hot jism plunging deep into her body, shooting and shooting for what seemed like hours! They were both shaking and exhausted when, a few minutes later, Sally collapsed onto the bed next to Mike, murmuring his name, "Oh, Mike, Mike, that was the best ever...
He smiled at her, convinced she had forgotten anyone else. But now he was curious, and asked her teasingly, "Now do you want to tell me about your vacation?"
CHAPTER TWO
Sally left the house after lunch to go for a walk. Wandering through the bright August sun of Southern Ohio, she thought to herself how glad she was to be here and not in New York where she worked. It was the second day of her vacation on her family's farm, a sprawling, hilly farm that had been in the Peters family for generations. Her father Jason had grown up here before he married a local girl and moved to town to work for her father. He had been in a car accident not long after, and had suffered brain damage. His older brother, Harry, who ran the farm with his wife Ruth, had brought Jason and his new bride Clara, already pregnant with Sally, back to live on the farm. He had built them a small house of their own away from the farm house. Sally was born there and had lived there for eighteen years when she left home to go to college. That was five years ago, she thought as she passed the little cottage, and I still think of it as home.
She meandered down the path past the field where the small herd of dairy cows grazed lazily in the afternoon heat, welcoming the shade of the fruit trees as she entered the orchard. This place is a haven for a lot of the Peters family, she thought when she noticed her young cousin Timmy sitting under a peach tree looking glum. Timmy, fifteen, had been getting into some scrapes in the small suburb of Los Angeles where he lived with his family. His father Frank, the third Peters brother, thought Timmy's troubles were caused by the rough kids he had been hanging around with, and he felt that a few months away from them would do Timmy a world of good. Sally agreed with his diagnosis; as a psychiatric social worker, she had seen many similar cases. She knew Timmy wasn't a bad kid and it seemed the six weeks he'd spent on the farm had agreed with him.
She studied him now, noticing how much he had grown since she had last seen him, at Christmas time. He was already tall, almost six foot, with a slender agile body. He wore his straight blond hair a little below his ears, but she guessed he'd had to cut it before coming East. He had seemed happy enough the few times she had seen him since her arrival, but something was obviously bothering him now. In her work Sally had talked to quite a few unhappy young kids and she knew if she asked Timmy what was wrong he'd probably just say, "Nothing." So trying an indirect approach, she walked almost past him, stopping in mock surprise when she saw him.
"Why, Timmy, hello!" she said gaily. "I didn't even see you sitting there. I haven't had a chance to talk to you yet since I got here."
"Oh, hi, Sally," he smiled up at her, his green eyes meeting her blue ones. "Yeah, Uncle Harry's been keeping me pretty busy. I sorta sneaked away this afternoon to--uh--think about something." His brow wrinkled again as he thought about his problem. He had always liked his cousin and he didn't mind her intrusion now. She was easy to talk to and in the last few years he had begun to realize how pretty she was. He watched her now out of the comer of his eyes as she sat down on the grass facing him, tossing her long golden hair over her shoulder. She moved easily with an animal grace as he took in the picture of her long tan legs rising to the shortest of shorts. She crossed her legs tailor fashion and leaned her elbows on her knees, cupping her chin in her hands. As she leaned forward her firm, braless tits swung loose in her knit tank-top, and Timmy could see right down the front of it to the swelling at the top of her beautiful breasts. He blushed a little as he felt his prick stiffen with desire. She was his cousin! The faint tingling in his balls brought his mind back to his troubles, and he blurted out, "Sally, can I talk to you about something, something real important?"
Looking at his troubled face she realized the boy was scared, and she hoped he hadn't gotten into some kind of trouble here, too. "Sure, Timmy," she said slowly. "I'll try to help you if I can."
The boy was silent for a few minutes, toying with a blade of grass and trying to work up his courage. Then, stumbling at first, he told Sally his story.
"Well, see, I went to this dance in town last night, at the high school. They have them a couple of times a month but last night was the first one I've gone to. I guess I was too shy to go before, not knowing anyone. But one of the guys from the farm down the road said he'd take me and introduce me to the kids. Anyway, there was this girl there--boy, was she pretty. She seemed to like me, a lot of the girls did, I guess 'cause I was someone new and from California and all. But this one girl--Ginny--danced with me a lot." He paused, gazing into the distance, remembering how good it felt when they had danced to a slow song and Ginny had pressed her body hard against his. His face clouded again and he went on.
"Well, pretty late in the evening these two guys showed up--Ralph Zimmerman and Fred Hodges. They're older, nineteen or so, and they were pretty drunk. Ralph saw Ginny and me dancing and they came over and started talking to Ginny but she just ignored them. So they got mad and grabbed me and started to drag me away. Gosh, was I scared! They were a lot bigger than me and they were acting really crazy. They forced me to go outside with them and pushed me down to the end of the parking lot. Ralph started talking about how Ginny was his girl and that no out-of-town punk was going to cut in on his time. Then he got really mad and said if Ginny wouldn't fuck him he'd have to take second best and he was going to teach me a lesson and a lot of other crazy stuff. Then they took off my pants and leaned me over the hood of a car and--well--they--they raped me." Timmy ended quietly and stared at the ground.
Sally was at a loss. She'd never had to handle anything like this before! She waited for him to go on and soon he did.
"That's not the worst of it," he continued, so low she could barely hear him. "What really bothers me is that I--I liked it!" Turning a stricken face to Sally he cried out, "I'm afraid I'm gonna be a queer the rest of my life! What can I do?"
What can I do?"
Sally breathed a sigh of relief. So that was it! She reached out and covered Timmy's hands with her own. "Don't worry about it, Timmy," she reassured him. "It's OK. Almost everybody has an experience like yours sometime, yours was just more violent than most. But there's nothing wrong with enjoying a sexual experience, and just because it was with a man doesn't mean it didn't feel good. Do you see what I mean?"
"I--I think so," he answered slowly. "You mean--just because it happened once doesn't mean it has to happen again, right?"
"That's right, Timmy. Let me ask you a question. Do you like to look at pictures of naked women?" Sally asked.
"Yeah, sometimes," he answered, blushing. "But I feel funny about it now."
"Funny in what way?" she wanted to know. "Well, I feel like it wouldn't be right for me to be with a woman knowing I like being with a man," he replied.
"Timmy, have you ever been with a woman?" she asked gently.
Timmy was quiet. "Well, no, not really... " Sally smiled at him. "Would you like to be?"
"Y-yes, but... " Before he could say more, Sally exclaimed, laughing, "I'll tell you what, Tim. I'll take my clothes off and you take a good long look at me. If that doesn't get you homy I guess you are queer!" With that she straightened up and, chuckling at the confused look on his face, took off her tank-top. Timmy couldn't believe it! He'd often wanted to see his gorgeous cousin naked, and now she was offering him much more than just a look! He felt his young cock growing hard as she lifted her shirt from the bottom and let it catch on her protruding breasts, then with a slight yank she set them free. Timmy gasped when he saw the creamy mounds fall from their restraints and bounce on her chest.
Sally knew her tits were beautiful, fleshy and round with slightly tilted nipples. She tossed her shirt to one side, leaning back on her hands, her legs still crossed in front of her. Arching her back, she made her boobs jut out even more and she looked down and saw that her nipples were still soft, brownish-pink against the white of her smooth skin. "Timmy, why don't you see if you can make my nipples get hard?" she suggested.
"B-but I don't know how," he stuttered, feeling very young and inexperienced.
"Well, how do you think it should be done?" she teased him. For all her kidding around, Sally could feel herself growing excited at the thought of turning her young cousin on to the joys of sex. She'd never had such a young virgin before, and knowing he was her cousin made it all the more exciting. What would their parents say if they could see them now? She smiled at the thought, watching Timmy screw up his courage to touch her.
Gingerly he reached out and put his fingertips lightly on her breast. He stroked it gently, barely touching it. "It won't break, Timmy," she reminded him as he looked at her questioningly.
Kneeling directly in front of her, Timmy took both her luscious mounds in his sweaty hands. They felt wonderful, like nothing he'd ever held before. Soft and warm and yielding, but firm. He flattened one against her chest, seeing it bulge out around his hand and grinning when he let it go suddenly and it bounced out, the heavy flesh quivering. He caressed them gently, then squeezed and kneaded them, pinching and twisting the nipples until they stood erect. They were longer than any he had ever seen in magazines, hard and wrinkled like two raisins. As he manipulated them Sally's breathing became heavy and her eyes closed. He moved his hands over her body, down her smooth sides and over her flat belly, wondering at the satiny softness of her skin, then back up to her waiting tits.
Suddenly Sally felt not a hand but a tongue on her nipple, twirling around the rigid tip and lapping at her breast. Timmy began sucking, taking the nipple deep into his mouth and holding her breast with both hands, milking it, first one then the other. She was barely able to stand the intense pleasure her cousin was giving her and, shifting her weight, she brought one hand up to stroke his neck, winding her fingers in his hair and pushing his face harder into her breasts. He slowly stopped sucking and pulling his head back, grinned at her. "Is that OK?" he asked, laughing.
Sally couldn't answer, only nod her head and sink backwards onto the grass uncrossing her legs and putting them on either side of Timmy's. She raised her head and looked down the length of her body, noticing how the sun glistened on her tits, wet from Timmy's hungry mouth, and her eyes found the bulge she expected to see in Timmy's tight jeans. It was larger than she had expected, and she knew she had to see it.
"Timmy," she whispered, a gleam in her eyes, "What's that big thing in your pants? Careful, don't let it get away!"
On to her game, Timmy cautiously unfastened his belt and unzipped his jeans and fumbled with his shorts, pulling out a thick, stubby tool. "It's not very long," he apologized, but Sally could already see that what it lacked in length it made up for in thickness. She had seen few cocks like that on grown men, and Timmy was only fifteen.
"Timmy, I can't see it very well from so far away. Why don't you bring that beautiful thing up closer where I can really get a good look at it?" she suggested.
"I think that can be arranged," he answered. He stood up and had shoved his pants and shorts down around his ankles when he realized he had forgotten to take off his shoes. He hopped around from one foot to the other, trying to get them off, while Sally laughed at the spectacle of her young cousin, hopping around like a kangaroo, his stiff rod bobbing up and down. "Is that the way they dance in California? No wonder Ginny liked you!" she giggled, and Timmy turned bright red. Finally his pants were off and he removed his T-shirt and stood directly over her face, looking down at her body, her generous tits still shaking with laughter.
Sally was delighted at the way he was so uninhibited now that he'd gotten over his fear. She gazed at his hard cock, glad that she would be the first to savor its juices and feel it burrowing its way into her body. Just thinking about it made her squirm in anticipation as she felt her crotch getting warm and moist. Seeing her wriggling below him he said in his best delivery-boy voice, "I've got this here salami you ordered, ma'am. Would you like to eat it here or save it for later?"
Sally pondered it seriously, then replied, "I'll start on it here if you don't mind and if there's any left I'll finish it later."
She reached up and put her hands behind his knees, pulling until he knelt, straddling her face. She could already smell the musky odor of sweat and sex coming from his stiff organ as she urged him to bring it closer to her face. He gladly obliged and she held his throbbing cock in both hands, unable to encircle it with one. Running her hands back and forth along the stubby shaft she guided the soft head to her waiting lips. She squeezed it with her lips, reveling in the spongy feel of the silken knub. Her tongue probed into the tiny slit, licking up his oozing juices, then wrapped itself around and around the head as she opened her mouth as wide as she could to take the whole thing. She loved the taste of his virgin prick, salty and slightly bitter. She could hardly fit it into her mouth! Her jaws were aching already, but Sally was determined to take all she could. At last she felt his balls slap against her cheek and she inhaled his salty aroma.
Timmy was groaning as she clamped her lips about the shaft and began to move her head, his bulging prick sliding in and out and her burning tongue seeking out every surface of it. Sally felt his hand on her crotch, rubbing through the fabric then working to undo the zipper. She was glad she hadn't worn panties that morning! She didn't want anything to stand between Timmy's probing fingers and her hungry cunt! She lifted her ass off the ground just enough for him to remove her shorts and kicked them to one side. She spread her legs wide as Timmy lowered his eager mouth to her steaming slit, lifting her pelvis to meet him. She felt his tongue probing her wet vulva and gasped each time it touched her sensitive button. Soon he got the idea and began licking it energetically. Two of his fingers found their way through her golden undergrowth to the mouth of her cave and plunged in and out, massaging her cunt and making her writhe with pleasure.
By now both of them were moaning and Timmy had begun to work his fevered dick in and out of Sally's mouth. She was amazed at his staying power, unusual in a young boy and especially so his first time. But Timmy knew he wanted to fuck his beautiful cousin, to sink his rigid cock deep into her cunt and hear her moan with delight, and he was doing all he could to hold out. His face was buried deep in her box, almost drowning him with her profuse lubrication. His fingers still pumped her while he sucked on the hard little knob that gave her so much pleasure. He knew by the way she was moving against him that she was very hot and almost ready to cum. The hotter she got the faster and harder she sucked on his swollen member, and he knew he couldn't last much longer! He redoubled his efforts on her rigid bud and was soon rewarded by her deep, shuddering sighs and a tightening around his fingers. Then she exploded, throwing her arms around her buttocks and pushing his cock even farther into her mouth as she heaved and bucked into his face in ecstasy.
Timmy kept licking her pulsing cunt as he untangled himself from her grasp and withdrew his prick, throbbing and almost ready to go off, from her eager lips. He turned himself around, saying, "I want to come in your cunt, I want to fuck you as hard as I can!" Sally could only reply, panting, "Yes, yes, as deep as you can--fuck me now--PLEASE!" Timmy leaned over and stopped her cries with his mouth, digging his tongue into her oral cavity and his fingers into her slit until she was almost ready to cum again. Sally was almost delirious over the attack on her body. She had expected to be teaching her young cousin, but he was bringing her to heights of joy she'd never experienced before!
The boy, about to become a man, raised his body over hers, resting the pulsating tip of his dick on the entrance to his cousin's joy box and looking into her half-closed eyes. With one strong thrust he was inside her, her eyes opening wide then clamping shut as she gasped and shuddered involuntarily. She had never been filled so full before! He lay still on top of her, his thick cock inside her up to the hilt, and nibbled on her breasts for a few moments. She couldn't believe the way he was teasing her, pinning her down when all she wanted was to feel his bloated prick moving in her trembling cunt! She sighed with relief when she felt him sliding in and out of her tunnel, matching him move for move as he dug into her with all his might.
Sally had never experienced anything like this. Her cousin was filling her up, not just her box but her whole body! The knowledge that hers was the first cunt his young prick had ever entered was driving her crazy! Her head was tossing from side to side and she wrapped her long legs around his back, feeling him pound his meat into her, faster and faster. She wanted it to go on forever! She could feel his organ growing thicker and harder every second, just as she felt her own excitement grow and grow until her whole body wanted to cum! A tingling started in her belly and thighs, spiralling inward to center on her cunt until she could no longer stand it. Her body was moving on its own, matching Timmy's thrusts with her own.
And still her excitement increased until she thought she would pass out! Fire started licking at her loins and she knew this was it. "Timmy I'm so close, I'm going to--oh my God I'm cumming!" she cried, gasping and shaking, just as Timmy gave one final thrust deep into her belly and she felt his hot cum filling her up. His breath was coming in short gasps and he collapsed onto her.
They lay there in the sun, covered with sweat from the heat and from their own exertions; recovering from the intensity of their lovemaking. Later, still locked together but quiet and half-asleep, Sally asked Timmy, "Now, what was that about being queer?" With a sheepish grin Timmy replied, "I guess I don't have to worry about that anymore!"
CHAPTER THREE
Ruth was the first one to see the green station wagon pull into the drive. "They're here!" she called to her nephew Timmy who was reading in the living room. "They said they would be here before lunch and they just made it!"
Timmy got up slowly and went to the door. His parents had come to the farm for their two-week vacation and although he was glad to see them, he knew their arrival probably meant the end of his just-begun affair with Sally. He had a deeper reason to be nervous about seeing his father again, for when he had left California to come to Ohio for the summer he and Frank had not been on the best of terms. He would be returning with his family when they left and he felt he had to prove in that short time that the last few months had made a change in his way of thinking. He shrugged his shoulders now and decided he would just have to make the best of it.
"Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!" he exclaimed as his parents came up the lawn to the front porch. "How was the drive from the coast?"
"Hello, Timmy," his father greeted him, looking the boy up and down. "We didn't have any problems, and managed to do a little sight-seeing on the way. But don't you look well! Look at that tan he has, Joyce," he said turning to his wife.
"I was just noticing that," the woman smiled up at her son. "It makes me look pale as a ghost! I know what I'm going to be doing the first chance I get." She looked critically at her son towering above her. "You know, Frank, I think he's grown another inch or two in the six weeks he's been here."
"Well, if it has anything to do with the way he eats, I'm sure Ruth's cooking didn't hurt him any. That boy of yours sure knows how to do justice to a plate of food!" Harry came around the side of the house from the bam, wiping his dusty hands on his coveralls, his booming voice preceding him.
"Harry, how are you?" Frank cried, grabbing his brother's hand and shaking it vigorously. Then they were all there, exchanging greetings and hugs and bits of information about the weather. Timmy's twelve-year-old sister was demanding to know where her cousin Alice was and Ruth told her she didn't quite know, but that the girl had been told to stay near the house to await their arrival. She finally showed up, one knee skinned but a big grin on her face, talking a mile a minute and telling Susie she had climbed a tree in the orchard so she would be the first to see the car, only to fall off a branch in her excitement. Sally was there, too, with Clara and Jason. Suddenly Ruth wailed, "The chicken! I forgot to take it off the stove!" She raced into the house to rescue it, the other women trooping after her to help, and soon the whole family was seated around the big table in the dining room.
When the platters and bowls had been passed around and everyone had a heaping plate of food, Frank turned to Harry and asked, "Harry, how has my boy been these last few weeks? Has he given you any trouble?"
Timmy blushed and concentrated on his food, wishing his father could at least have waited until after lunch, or even talked to Harry alone. Frank had told him that if he didn't shape up this summer he could look forward to spending the entire school year with his aunt and uncle. Timmy liked being on the farm and working around the place with his uncle, but he didn't think he could stand the boredom of living in the country for another nine months. He looked up at his uncle anxiously as Harry began to speak in a slow country drawl.
"Well, now, you know it's funny you should ask that, Frank. When he first got here Timmy did a lot of moping around, going out in the woods and hanging around down by the creek, not doing anybody much good. But I put him to work, just like you told me to. I worked him hard! And the funny thing about it is," he paused and glanced at the boy, a twinkle in his eye, "the harder I worked him, the more cheerful he got. He even went into town the other night to a dance at the high school. And last night at supper he was downright jovial!" He leaned back in his chair as if he had just given an important speech.
Timmy breathed a sigh of relief; to him it had been important. He knew his father put a lot of stock in what his older brother thought, and a good recommendation from Harry was worth a great deal to him.
Joyce had watched this interchange with a little smile on her lips. She had thought that Frank was being too hard on the boy and that the little bit of trouble he had gotten into was not worth all this hassle. She knew that Timmy was basically a good boy, and she also knew that Frank had not exactly been an angel when he was young. Timmy had been involved in some petty vandalism when he and his friends had broken a few windows in an empty house and had had a beer bust there. The police had come and arrested the other boys but since Timmy was only fifteen they had released him into the custody of his parents, with a warning that he should be kept away from the other boys, all of whom had been busted before and were known to be trouble makers. She knew that her son had felt a need to rebel against his parents, and that he would come out of it when he realized that his parents really did trust him. She wanted to know his feelings now and said softly, "Timmy, have you had a good summer here?"
Timmy caught the meaning behind his mother's question. "Yes, I have, Mom," he told her, grateful that she had given him a chance to talk. "I've had a lot of time to think about some of the things I was doing last year and I realize most of them were pretty dumb. I can see now that those guys weren't just out to have a good time, but that they wanted mostly to destroy things to prove how big they were. It's funny, but I ran into a couple of guys like that at the dance the other night and I realized that they only want to hurt people to make themselves seem important." He did not mention that they had hurt him, or how they had done it, but his mother sensed that he had had some kind of confrontation with them and had come away with a new perspective.
Frank broke in before Joyce could say anything. "I'm glad to hear you talking like that, son," he said. "I can see you have gotten a little more sense into your head. Now, Harry, what were you telling me earlier about that lower field?"
Thankful that the ordeal he had been dreading was over, Timmy began to relax and turned his attention to his food. He knew that this wasn't the end, and that Frank would be watching him closely for the next two weeks, but he knew that the worst was over. Sally sensed his relief and smiled at him as she passed him the platter of chicken.
The boy turned to his sister beside him. "Susie, what have you been up to this summer? Have I missed anything exciting?"
Susie played with the food on her plate, suddenly bashful. "Oh, I've been going to the beach and over to Carol's house. You know, the usual stuff," she told him. Then, excited, "Carol's brother Jim got a motorcycle for his birthday a couple of weeks ago and he took me for a ride on it. It was so far out!" She realized their mother was listening and clapped a hand over her mouth, rolling her eyes at Alice in fear.
"What did I hear you say, young lady?" Joyce demanded, seeming angrier than she actually felt. "You know I've told you never to ride on those things unless you ask me first."
"Oh, Mom, it was only around the block!" the girl wailed.
"I don't care," Joyce replied, "those things are dangerous."
The conversation resolved itself into generalities as others began asking questions and the family members all caught up on each other's news. They were fairly close though they lived so far apart, and Frank's family liked to come to the farm at least once a year to get away from the city smog and noise and traffic. The only one who didn't join into the conversation was Jason, sitting next to Clara and playing with his food as she tried to get him to eat. Taking care of him all the time took up a lot of her energy and she was mostly quiet until the others began discussing their plans for the afternoon, when she suddenly spoke up and caught her nephew's attention.
"Timmy, could you help me pick apples this afternoon? I know you probably want to talk with your parents but I could really use the help," she asked apologetically. "I need to pick at least two bushels today."
"Sure I can help you, Aunt Clara," Timmy replied, and Joyce chimed in, "Maybe the girls could help, too, at least Susie."
Her daughter was quick and had seen this coming. "Oh, no, Mother, Alice and I have already made plans to take a hike in the woods this afternoon."
Clara laughed at Susie's seriousness, knowing their hike was only an excuse to get away from the adults. "I'm sure Timmy and I can handle it well enough," she told her.
"Susie, you two be sure to come back to the house in time to get cleaned up for dinner," Joyce reminded the girl. She knew she didn't need to worry about Alice, but she also knew that the girl would do anything Susie told her to do, even if it meant disobeying her parents.
"Okay, Mom, we'll come back early. Can we be excused now, Aunt Ruth?" The two girls were out of their chairs before Ruth could get the words out of her mouth. "Those two girls," Ruth chuckled. "When they get together they think time stops." She began to clear the dishes from the table as the men stood up to leave, too.
"Let me help you with those, Ruth," Joyce offered, and the two women, with Sally helping too, set to work on the dishes.
CHAPTER FOUR
Susie giggled as she plopped herself down on the soft bed of pine needles and leaned her back against a tree. "And then do you know what that silly boy tried to do?" she asked her wide-eyed cousin Alice breathlessly. "He tried to put his hand down the front of my shirt! His yucky, sweaty hand! Honestly, twelve-year-old boys can be so dumb!" she snorted with derision. Only twelve herself, she knew that girls were far more mature at that age than boys. Alice nodded her agreement--she too had had to fight off the fumbling advances of several of her young schoolmates.
Both girls were pretty, and though there were differences in their appearance, you could tell at a glance that they were related. Susie, older by three months, was several inches taller than Alice, with her mother's straight yellow-blond hair and green eyes. She was slender and long-legged with budding breasts that made two little points in her T-shirt. Alice's figure was gently rounded with the promise of a generous bustline; her hair was golden brown and curly like her father's. Her mother had bought her her first real bra since she had last seen Susie, and she was dying to tell her. Although the two girls were close there was also stiff competition between them and Alice somehow always seemed to come out second. She was the shy one, always the follower, but she was getting a little tired of her role. She knew that Susie was still wearing a training bra, not really a bra at all, and she wanted to rub it in. "Oh, did I tell you?" she asked nonchalantly. "Mom bought me a bra last month, a real one, not one of those baby 'training' things. When did you get your first real one?"
"Oh," Susie answered airily, "I told Mother not to bother. Girls in California hardly ever wear them at all." Though she seemed not to care, Susie was envious of Alice's round little tits and wondered if her own tiny nubs were ever going to get any bigger. She knew from Alice's crestfallen look that she had scored another point. All she had to do was mention California to make her cousin feel inferior.
The girls had come out to their secret place in the woods, a small clearing in the pines that no one else knew about, not even Timmy. They had played house here with their dolls, they had buried a dead robin here that they had found in the woods, and they had shared all their secrets here that they kept hidden from their families. It was here, only last summer, that Susie had told Alice in whispers that she had found out what IT was all about--sex. Alice had had some idea from watching the farm animals, but she was horrified when her suspicions were confirmed. Both girls had sworn that they would never let a man do IT to them. Oh, they might let a man kiss them, or maybe even hug them and feel their breasts--after all, even nice women in the movies did that. But as for the other thing--never.
A year had passed since then, and each of the girls had made some private discoveries on her own. They each wanted to tell the other but neither could think of a way to bring up the subject. Then, still stinging from Susie's last cutting remark, Alice said to her, "You know, I think you were wrong last summer when you made me swear that stupid oath," conveniently forgetting her own willing agreement. "Oh, yeah?" Susie retorted, sitting upright. "And what makes you say that, Miss Prissy-pants?"
"Just some things I discovered," Alice answered loftily, waiting for Susie's curiosity to get the better of her.
Susie was interested in spite of herself. "What--what kind of things?" she asked, dropping her defensiveness.
Seeing that Susie was open, Alice plunged into her subject. "Well, I was out riding my pony one day, bareback, without even a blanket. When he was cantering I got this funny feeling down--down there," she broke off, pointing to her crotch. "It got all tingly and warm and it felt really good. It felt better and better when I made him gallop. Then it sort of--exploded, like. I can't describe it, really, but later I noticed my pants were all wet but I know I didn't pee in them."
Susie interrupted her, nodding her head excitedly. "Yeah, that happened to me, too! Only I was taking a bath and when I started washing myself down there it felt really good! But I didn't have an orgasm until later," saying it as two words instead of one.
"What did you call it?" Alice demanded. She wanted to know everything there was to know about this mysterious new thing.
"It's called an orgasm. Here, it's all in here," the other girl answered, pulling a paperback book from her jeans pocket. "I sneaked it out of my mother's bedroom," she added proudly.
"How to Please Your Partner, " Alice read. "An Explicit Sexual Manual with more than Twenty Photographs and Drawings. Wow! Does this tell you how to--how to ..she faltered.
"It tells you everything," Susie answered gleefully. "But look at the pictures first."
Alice dutifully opened the book to the section of pictures. Her eyes fell on a close-up photo of a woman's genitals, the lips spread wide to show the vaginal opening and clitoris. "Is--is that what we look like?" she gasped in amazement.
"Sure, silly," her cousin answered. "Didn't you ever look at yourself in a mirror?"
"Well, yes, but just from the front, not all spread out like that. Wow! Look at that!" she cried, holding out a picture of an erect penis. She studied it closely, noticing how the head stuck out from the shaft and the veins down the length of it were clearly visible. "How can he get that big thing in that tiny hole?" she wanted to know.
"A baby comes out of that hole, doesn't it?" her cousin cried in exasperation. "It stretches, that's all!" Actually, she had wondered the same thing herself, especially when she had looked at the next photograph, a clear shot from behind of a man's enlarged dick entering a woman's hole. "Turn the page and see for yourself."
Alice turned the pages slowly, taking in picture after picture of men and women engaging in all forms of intercourse: missionary, doggie-style, standing, sitting, seemingly every position possible. She was especially intrigued by the picture of a woman sitting astride her lover, and the photo of the couple performing oral sex on each other. She noticed that the people in each picture seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely and wondered about it to her cousin.
"Sure they're all enjoying it. Didn't it feel good when you did it to yourself?" Susie asked her. "There's a section in here about that, too." Flipping to the back of the book she showed Alice two final pictures, one of a man holding his rigid penis in one hand, the other of a woman massaging her clit with one hand while shoving a dildo into her cunt with the other. "It tells you all about it, what to do and how to do it. It's called masturbation."
"Have--have you done it? To yourself, I mean?" Alice asked curiously. She had tried rubbing herself a few times but with little success; she still preferred riding her pony to self-manipulation.
"Of course I have," replied Susie. "You have to experiment a little at first, but it gets better as you go along. Here, you read about it in the book and I'll look over your shoulder."
Alice began reading avidly, much more interested in this than she ever had been in her schoolbooks. The book was all it had promised--explicit and graphic. She felt a familiar tingle in her loins as she read about the various ways she could stroke her vaginal lips and what to do to stimulate her already prickling clitoris. "Hey, Susie, let's try some of these things," she suggested eagerly, turning to look at her cousin.
Susie hadn't waited to be asked. She had quietly removed her jeans and panties while Alice was so engrossed in her reading and was now sitting with her legs wide apart and her hands busy in her crotch.
"No fair! You should have waited for me!" Alice cried, indignant. She struggled out of her clothing, pulling her shirt off without bothering to unbutton it and unhooked her new bra, noticing Susie's look of envy when she bared her perfect, round hillocks. "Gee, your tits really have grown," breathed Susie; looking down at her own and sighing. "I guess I'm stuck with these little marbles." She remembered what had been keeping her so busy a few minutes earlier, and beckoned to Alice to come closer for a better look. Holding her cunt-lips apart with one hand, she exposed herself to Alice's scrutiny, her sparse pubic hair not hampering the view at all. It looked so strange! With all those wrinkles and folds and hair, how could you find where anything was?
"This is the clitoris," Susie said, importantly touching the fleshy little button," but I call it my lima bean. It feels really good when you rub it, and when you're hot it gets hard." Alice chuckled at her cousin's name for her love button, watching every move Susie was making, amazed when the little nut actually did stand up, hard and erect! "And this is the hole where the man puts his thing." To Alice's amazement Susie's index finger disappeared into the hole, emerging glistening, moist with her virgin's juices. "That's where the wetness comes from. It gets wet in there so it won't hurt when he sticks his thing in. Okay, now you've seen mine, let's see yours," Susie demanded.
Alice looked up in confusion, shy again. "I-I..
"Come on, you silly goose!" Sally remonstrated the other girl. "I want to see if yours looks like mine."
Red-faced, but willing, Alice spread her legs apart for Susie's inspection. Her pubic hair was heavier than Susie's and she had to brush it out of the way to reach her young lips. She spread them and Susie peered at her exposed vulva. "Yeah, it looks the same. Now I'll show you what feels good."
Returning her attention to her own moist aperture, Susie showed Alice a series of strokes to awaken her buried feelings. "First rub the whole thing with your hand," she instructed, demonstrating. "Do that 'til you start to feel something." She nodded as Alice began to gingerly stroke her brown bush. "Then, when it's tingling a little, put your finger right here," she continued, stabbing her tiny bud. "Rub on that for a while. You can do it up and down or around in a circle or any way you want to." She could feel her own clit getting harder as it responded to her touch, but she knew Alice's might take a little longer. So she settled herself back to enjoy it, a slow smile spreading over her face.
Alice had to admit she felt something, but not much. Her clit was dry and sometimes it almost hurt to touch it! Then she remembered that Susie had said something about the whole thing being wet, so she surreptitiously wet her fingers on her tongue and returned them to the soft bit of flesh. There, that was better! Oh, that really was nice! She moved her fingers around the tip, feeling it grow rigid and more sensitive with each minute! She noticed that her tiny pink nipples had gotten hard, too, and her other hand unconsciously came up to rub them as her eyes closed, barely aware that she was breathing heavily.
Susie glanced at her cousin when she heard the change in her breathing and grinned when she saw how much her cousin had learned in just a few minutes. So she wouldn't embarrass her cousin she closed her eyes, pretending she hadn't seen as she spoke again: "When you're feeling really good from that you can take your other hand and start rubbing all around the outside of the hole on the lips." Alice obeyed, not losing a stroke, making soft moaning sounds. Susie loved this part herself, banging away at her button while she massaged her whole slit, feeling the lips swell with blood and become more and more sensitive. She was almost lost in the feeling when she remembered that she was not alone and continued her narrative. "Then there's the best of all--sticking your fingers in your hole and fucking yourself. Oh! That feels so good!"
Alice had never heard anyone use that four-letter word in this context before, and it aroused her like nothing else. Immediately her willing fingers were banging at her box as she kept on rubbing her hard nut. Panting, she opened her eyes and looked at Susie just as Susie looked at her. The sight of each other pounding away at themselves was too much for both of them and they exploded at the same time, shaking the clearing with their cries and frightening the birds into silence. They were oblivious to their surroundings as their orgasm rocked them, sending fireworks into their brains. They fell into each others' arms and lay there, gasping and laughing for joy, until they were quiet again. Still they held each other, enjoying the feeling of flesh against flesh. Presently Alice remarked softly, "You know, we could do it again--only to each other."
Susie looked at her with a new respect. She had wanted to suggest the same thing but hadn't thought Alice would go for it. "Yes, we could," she answered, "and we could go one better."
"What do you mean?" Alice asked, puzzled.
Susie picked up the book and turned to the picture of the couple having oral sex. "We could do that," she said.
Alice studied the photo seriously. Why not? It was great the first time! "Okay," she replied, "but first I--I want to suck on your titties," and blushed.
Well! Alice wasn't so slow after all. Susie nodded solemnly and removed her shirt, then rolled on her back, offering herself to Alice.
The girl stared at her cousin's pointed little breasts, soft again after her exertions. They were hardly more than nipples and Alice wanted to feel them grow hard in her mouth. She lowered her head to Susie's chest, licking all the way across both buds at once, then sucking each in turn until they were rigid, tiny points on Susie's heaving chest. She could smell a clean, tangy odor coming from Susie's virginal slit and suddenly she just had to taste it. Moving swiftly, she had buried her face in Susie's cunt before the other girl knew it, inhaling the moist fragrance and lapping it up with her tongue.
Susie thought she would explode again right then! Her first experience of a tongue on her clit sent thrills of ecstasy up her spine! Alice seemed to know just when to lick, when to suck to arouse her faster than she had ever done herself! Then Alice's leg was moving over Susie's body and her dripping box hovered over Susie's face. She reached up and put her hands on Alice's thin buttocks, drawing her hot cunt toward her.
Susie's tongue snaked out and lashed at Alice's quivering little mound of pleasure, turning it hard in two seconds flat. She began probing the juicy hole, almost ready to come herself, when she heard a crashing of branches on the other side of the clearing and felt Alice's body above her tense and grow rigid as her head lifted from Susie's cunt. Alice gasped and rolled from Susie's body, curling herself in a ball as Susie raised her head.
There on the other side of the clearing stood their Uncle Jason.
Paralyzed with shock, Susie could only stare at him. Slowly her fuzzy brain cleared and she began to notice a few things. She whispered to Alice to sit up and look, too.
The girls gazed at their Uncle Jason. His eyes were glazed as he stared back at them. But what they noticed most was that his prick was long and hard and had found its way out of his pants and into the hand that was stroking it. Low moaning sounds were coming from his half-open mouth and he hadn't noticed they had stopped their mutual cunnilingus.
Alice whispered to Susie, "Hey, I think it's okay. Maybe we can get him calmed down." They knew their uncle was harmless, more a child than a man, but they were a little frightened, for they had never seen him like this before.
"Maybe if we talk to him," Susie suggested.
"Yeah, let's try," responded Alice.
They stood and crossed the clearing, calling his name softly as they approached him, but he gave no sign of hearing them.
"I think he needs more direct action," Susie whispered nervously, and took his free hand. He followed her willingly enough, though his other hand was still busy with his lunging dick. The girls awkwardly got him to sit down on the spot they had just left. They watched him for a few minutes then Susie, always the braver, said, "Well, he seems to be interested in only one thing, and I suggest we give it to him."
Kneeling next to the older man she gently pried his fingers from his bulging member. She pushed his shoulders until he lay down, then lying across his arm to keep his hand from returning to its previous occupation, she brought her face close to his hard pole.
Wrapping one hand around it, she took a long look. It looked so big! Actually it was pretty average--about six or seven inches long and small enough for her to get one hand all the way around it. To Susie it looked enormous, especially the head which by now was a dark purple color. She was almost overwhelmed by the heavy odor of sweat and musk that came from it but she was determined to see this through. Taking a deep breath, she brought the spongy head to her lips and licked it.
She was surprised at the salty taste, but it wasn't as bad as she had expected. She licked all around the head, liking the smooth feel of the skin. Then she began nibbling on the shaft, cupping his hairy balls in one hand.
Alice watched all this and felt her cunt-fires reawakening. She knelt on the other side of her uncle and put her mouth next to her cousin's on his splendid penis. Susie welcomed her cousin's help and they both licked him up and down, following each others' moves until Alice raised her head slightly and brought her mouth down firmly over the head of Jason's prick. He moaned aloud and Alice opened her mouth wide and took all she could. She thought she would choke! She almost let him go, for he tasted so strange and she could hardly breathe! Then she realized she could breathe through her nose, and decided to go ahead with it. She couldn't back out now! She felt his throbbing knob hit the back of her throat and knew there was more, but Susie already had the rest of the shaft in a vise-like grip. Alice began sucking his crank in and out of her mouth, with Susie's hand following in her path, the two young virgins acting as a team on their uncle's burgeoning erection. Suddenly they each felt a hand on their twats, returning their attentions. The hands pinched and squeezed their tender young buds and they each felt long knobby fingers thrusting into their hot little boxes. So Uncle Jason was waking up! He was finger fucking them in earnest, his thumbs on their rigid clits and two fingers in each unbroken hole.
By mutual consent Susie took over the job of sucking Jason's rod while Alice licked and fondled his loaded balls, taking them into her mouth and popping them out. All three were getting closer and closer to climaxing as they each moved faster and faster at their particular jobs. The girls were moaning and sighing into each others' hair and ears and when Jason sneaked a finger into each of their tight little assholes they shouted, cumming together as he pumped them harder. Their girlish cries of ecstasy rang through the clearing once more, and suddenly Jason's body was moving, fucking himself into Susie's mouth as she struggled to keep up with his moves. He came into her throat, crying out wordlessly and heaving as Alice joined Susie in her efforts to swallow all his cum. Their faces were dripping with his juices and still it kept coming, shooting and spraying them both. As it slowed he half raised himself and picking up the girls' legs, brought their crotches to his face and lapped up the juices from both of them.
The two cousins turned around and snuggled up against their uncle, loving the feel of his large man's hands running over their eager bodies and into their cavities. He had finally recognized them and running on in his childish prattle, let them know how much he had enjoyed them.
Laughing and chattering the girls got up and dressed themselves, dodging Jason's playful efforts to grab them by the snatch and throw them to the ground again. They righted his clothes, too, and stopping by the creek to wash the jism off their grinning faces, led him back to the farm. They made such a game of it that by the time they were at the house he wasn't really sure it had all happened and that it wasn't just a dream.
CHAPTER FIVE
Timmy stood on the porch after lunch and watched Susie and Alice scamper off toward the woods. He was glad there was someone Alice's age for her to play with; Ruth and Harry's youngest and the only one left at home, he knew she was often lonely. He was wondering what the two girls could find to giggle about so much when his Aunt Clara came out of the door behind him.
"Ready to help me now, Timmy?" she asked as she walked up beside him. "I thought maybe Jason could help too, but he wandered off after the girls. So I guess it's just the two of us."
"Sure, Aunt Clara," he answered. "Let's go! With all these people here we're going to have to pick a lot of apples!"
"Yes, we will," agreed Clara. "Ruth and I are going to spend most of the day tomorrow baking pies and bread so we have to pick all the apples we need today."
They went to the bam to get ladders and baskets and then headed for the orchard, chatting as they walked. Clara liked having the boy around, liked looking at his lithe young body. His chest had filled out and his muscles had developed in just the six weeks he had been on the farm, and his California tan had turned a deep bronze in the Ohio sun. He had a light, easy confidence about himself that reminded her of her husband Jason when he was young.
Jason's auto accident had been quite a shock to the newly-married Clara, barely fifteen herself when it had happened. The doctors had not known at first just how extensive his brain damage had been and had given her hope of his eventual recovery. But as the months passed they all came to realize that his childish condition was permanent. He could still do a man's work, but he refused to take a man's pleasure with his wife. The day after her daughter Sally was born the doctor had told her, as gently as he knew how, that she probably would have no more children. It wasn't her fault, he told her, but it seemed Jason had identified her in his confused mind with his mother. It would only add to his trauma to try to convince him otherwise the doctor added, and assured her that she would be quite fulfilled taking care of her new. baby and her ailing husband; it would be like having two children instead of just one.
The news had sent Clara into a fit of suicidal depression. She didn't want two children! She was only fifteen, doomed to a sexless marriage with a man little more than a moron and a brand new baby! She had longed for those carefree days before they were married when they had enjoyed each others' bodies to the fullest extent. Gradually she had come out of it with the help of Jason's older brother Harry and his wife Ruth, two kind people who had taken the young family in when they needed help the most. They had given her a small cottage away from the house, for she had a strong need for privacy, and had made her welcome when she wanted to be with people. She had been able to sublimate most of her raging sexual urges into working around the farm and raising her pretty young daughter, and had even managed to have several discreet, short-lived affairs through the passing years, though it was difficult in the small, conservative community. At thirty-seven she led a settled life, only once in a while admitting to herself that she still needed a man's attentions.
Now was one of those times. As she walked a few feet behind Timmy she watched the play of muscles in his arms as he shifted the weight of the ladders and wondered what his round little ass would look like naked. She had no real intention of letting her desires show, but she delighted in them privately. She imagined herself offering her lush body to Timmy, trying to picture his reaction, and was mentally undressing him when he turned to her and said, "Well, here we are. Which tree do you want?"
Clara shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts, saying brightly, "Oh, I'm sorry, Timmy. I must have been daydreaming. I guess I'll take that one over there," pointing to a big Northern Spy, covered with juicy red fruit.
Timmy set up their ladders at different trees, making sure they were set well into the thick grass so they would not tip. They went to work, picking steadily with no real hurry, exchanging comments about the quality of the fruit and the good weather they had been having. It was a typical August afternoon in Ohio, hot and humid, the sun high in the sky and only a few puffy white clouds on the horizon. Gradually even their casual conversation died away, leaving only the sounds of the flies and an occasional bird to break the stillness.
Clara worked along mechanically, falling into the memory of the first time Jason had brought her here, to this orchard, on just this kind of day. He was nineteen, she was fourteen, and they were very much in love. They had been seeing each other regularly for several months and had spent quite a bit of time exploring each others bodies. They had just been swimming in the creek and had stopped in the orchard on their way back to Jason's house. He had been kissing her and she had been responding more than she usually did, and he had convinced her that it was just too hot to be wearing anything, even their damp bathing suits which were the extent of their clothing. He assured her that he was only concerned with her comfort and that she was perfectly safe with him. She had given in to his arguments, falling under the spell of his considerable charm and his roving hands. One thing had led to another and it had ended up being one of the nicest times in her life. Even now she often relived that afternoon in her fantasies, the way his hands had felt on her eager young body, the touch of naked flesh on naked flesh, and the pain and ecstasy when he had entered her for the first time and she had experienced her first amazing climax. She was sure that was when she had gotten pregnant, though there were many other times in the next few months when she could have before she became aware of her condition and Jason insisted on marrying her. That thought brought her back to the present and she realized she had a basket full of apples and an aching in her crotch. The basket was too heavy for her to carry down the ladder and she called for Timmy to come help her.
Timmy's thoughts had been disturbing too. He had been thinking about his encounter with Sally the day before, in this same orchard. He had dreamed about her last night and had relived the scene several times that day, his mind dwelling on the heaviness of her tits and the taste of her cunt, and the wonderful feel of his cock sliding into her drenched pussy. He felt now as if his thoughts were visible and glanced over at his aunt to make sure she wasn't watching. He suddenly realized how much Sally took after her mother--the same golden hair, long legs and high, proud breasts. Clara's body was just as trim as her daughter's, but the curves were a bit rounder and her whole shape was that of a mature, lusty woman. Her melon-shaped breasts were straining against her dress at the moment as she reached for an apple that was almost beyond her reach, her nipples standing out firm and clearly visible. Timmy felt his young cock start to rise as he visualized the full white tits beneath the thin, faded work dress. Clara dropped the apple in her basket slowly, and her hand, now empty, came up to caress her breasts, the thumb playing on her rigid nipples under the taut dress, her thoughts obviously not on apples at all. Timmy had long ago discarded his shirt but he knew the sweat he felt in his armpits was not only from the heat of the sun. He pressed his pelvis against the ladder, pushing his hungry cock into the wood and watching the older woman, but just as he was feeling the pressure building in his loins she shook her head as if becoming aware of her surroundings, and called to him to help her.
Clara still felt a little dazed, partly from her daydream and partly from the afternoon heat. She noticed the bulge in Timmy's pants, wondering idly what had caused it, as he carried his full basket of apples down his ladder and, setting it down, crossed over to climb hers.
She noticed, too, the sheen of sweat on his bare, smooth chest and the way his muscles rippled as he climbed up her ladder, swinging his body out as he mounted each rung. She was vaguely aware of a breeze blowing her dress away from her legs and of Timmy's gaze as he looked up at just that moment, getting a full view of her exposed crotch. She was wearing only thin nylon panties and she could feel them growing damp as she saw his eyes widen. Neither of them said a word as he climbed toward her, but when she felt his right hand on the soft flesh of her inner thigh she closed her eyes, her chest moving heavily.
The boy kept climbing, his hand creeping up her warm flesh, caressing and kneading her legs, and she spread her feet as far as she could to give more room to his seeking fingers. Then he was standing on the rung just below her and his hand moved around to the front of her crotch, diving under the elastic of her panties and, coming to rest on her sensitive clit, massaged it until it was rigid. She felt his hard prick digging into her ample buttocks as he moved his hips, grinding his tool into her and making her moan.
Clara was beside herself with indecision. She was incredibly hot for her young nephew, hotter than she had been in years! But she knew their position was precarious, to say the least. Anyone might come walking through here, or the ladder might fall over! She knew she had to have him and suddenly she knew what to do to make it possible. Drawing a deep, shuddering breath she said, "Timmy, don't you think we should take these apples over to my house? We can get out of this heat and maybe have some--ah--refreshments."
"Sure," he answered slowly, but before he removed his hand from her panties he thrust two fingers deep into her box, sending a thrill through her burning loins. "I could do with a little relaxation myself."
He took the basket she gave him, seeing how the weight of it made her generous boobs jut out even more. His face was just level with her melons and he teasingly took a little nip at one, saying, he had mistaken it for a very large apple. He looked at her face and saw the lust in her eyes. "Let's go," he said huskily.
The pair made their way nonchalantly back through the orchard, leaving the ladders to retrieve later, and arrived at Clara's house without meeting anyone. Timmy dropped his basket just inside the door but Clara went to the sink and slowly lowered her burden to the floor, bending over as she did. Before she could straighten up Timmy was behind her, cupping her large heavy breasts in his sweaty hands as they hung down in her dress. He straightened her up, keeping her back to him, pressing his still-hard member into her soft bottom. "My prick likes to snuggle up to your nice, soft ass," he whispered, but she could only nod her head.
He unfastened the top buttons of her dress; he knew it was the kind with a built-in bra and that her marvelous breasts would fall out into his waiting hands. He began fondling them, running his hands over them, rolling them around her chest and pulling and pinching the nipples as they grew stiffer and stood out from her creamy mounds, each one at least an inch long.
Clara was enjoying every touch, every caress immensely. She wanted to fuck her young nephew in the worse way, but she also wanted to prolong the pleasure as much as possible, savoring every second of it. She slowly unbuttoned the rest of her dress while Timmy's hands had their way with her surging, sensitive big tits. Then he pulled the dress off her shoulders and turned her around. He just couldn't keep his hands off those gorgeous brown-tipped globes! He bounced them up and down, noticing that when he dropped them they did not sag but jutted out, proud and tilted high, her firm muscles holding the heavy weight. She strained them even farther forward and grabbing his hands, pushed her orbs against his bare chest, rubbing them lightly on his sweaty skin, knowing it would send a tingle through his body. Then she turned to walk into the living room, pausing in the doorway to wiggle her nylon-clad ass at him invitingly. She moved on in to the other room and sat down on the couch, her arms spread out along the back and her legs slightly apart.
Timmy followed her into the room and stood before her, looking into her eyes, green like his own. He knew she expected him to fall on her passionately and decided to try a little teasing of his own. Still looking at her he began to caress his hard cock through the rough fabric of his tight jeans. Clara dropped her gaze to his bulging pants and stared, fascinated, as he unbuttoned his belt and undid the snap at the top of his bursting zipper. He kept massaging his covered prick and moving his hips in a circular motion as she began to inch her way toward the edge of the couch as if drawn by a magnet. Clara couldn't help herself--this young man in front of her was trying to drive her crazy!
She was unable to tear her eyes away as Timmy slowly unzipped his jeans. She was eager to see the cock hidden inside. She wanted to smell it and taste it deep in her mouth, but most of all she wanted to feel it digging into her long-unused cunt. She was already breathing hard in anticipation as he slowly eased it out, first the red, swollen head, then the stubby shaft, the veins sticking out blue and pulsing. Before he could get his jeans down around his hips she was on her knees in front of him with his rod grasped tightly in both hands.
"What a nice, fat, juicy cock you have!" she exclaimed, rejoicing in the feel of it, rubbing it over her face, her eyes, in her hair. "Where do you want me to put it first?"
Timmy could hardly think to answer her. Some of her excitement had communicated itself to him and he felt the power building in his loins. His balls felt as if they would burst open as she fondled them, too. "Put it in your mouth," he managed to gasp. "Lick it and suck it 'til I die'!"
Clara willingly obliged, first running her tongue around the protruding rim of the head and licking the juices out of the dribbling slit, then with small nibbles she took it into her mouth, bit by bit until the head was part way down her throat and his pubic fuzz tickled her nose.
Timmy had never felt anything like this! It felt like his rod was being drawn into a dark, slippery cave. The woman began to hum deep in her throat, the sound sending vibrations from the head of his prick to his balls, which she was still fondling and gently squeezing.
Clara was very glad that Jason had taught her this little trick, years ago. She wanted to do everything in her power to please this young man! Her cunt, empty for so long, was full of honey-sweet juices and she was quivering in anticipation. But she wanted to get Timmy off once before she let him fuck heir-she knew he would last much longer the second time around.
The boy was beyond thought now, his whole being centered on his throbbing pole. His aunt began sucking on it, moving it in and out of her mouth, her lips clamped tightly and her tongue lashing his hot dick. She worked him slowly, then faster, whipping her head around then slowed again, almost popping his anxious member out of her mouth until he grabbed her head and jabbed his trembling cock back in, deep into her throat until she gagged. He didn't know why he hadn't cum five minutes ago, but the pressure in his balls kept mounting and his pulsing dick ached for release. He pumped his meat into her, crying out, "Take it--take it all! Suck me off, make me cum!!"
The rigid pole in her mouth was growing bigger and stiffer with every thrust, and Clara knew the boy was on the edge. She pulled his hands away from her head and threw her arms around his thrusting hips, jabbing a finger deep into his asshole and sucking his shooting piece into her throat as he fell over the brink into the abyss, shouting, "Aagh--I'm cumming--don't stop, don't stop! Dear Jesus, don't stop!!" His body jerked as his cream gushed into Clara's eagerly sucking mouth and dribbled out the comers. She gulped greedily, licking up every drop of his salty cum.
Timmy's knees gave way and he knelt on the floor in front of her, holding on to her and still moaning. Gradually his breathing was quiet as he drifted off, barely conscious.
CHAPTER SIX
Timmy came to with a start, then realized where he was. He looked at his aunt with a sheepish grin. "I didn't mean for it to be over so soon!" he declared.
"What do you mean, over?" she replied. "We'll see what happens. Surely, you'll at least return the favor?" she asked teasingly.
"Will I ever! Just watch me!" he answered eagerly.
"I'd rather feel it than see it, Timmy," she replied.
Without further talk the boy lifted her to her feet and hooking his thumbs in the elastic of her panties pulled them down to her ankles where she kicked them off.
Timmy stepped back to remove his jeans, still around his hips, and took a long look at his aunt. This was his first good look at a nude woman; even during his escapade with Sally he had been too busy to really study her. Now he took his time, gazing at Clara with interest. Her firm, round breasts, easily the size of small grapefruits, stood out firm from her chest as she put her hands on her hips. They hung there with a sensuous curve that narrowed at her waist and rounded out again over her belly and around to her full, soft buttocks. Her legs, long and firm, had no trace of fat on them, from her slightly full thighs to the graceful turn of her ankles. Her curly blonde bush covered a high pubic mound but could not hide from his searching eyes her full cunt lips, the inner ones protruding slightly beyond the outer folds. She moved her hands to her buttocks and pushed her pelvis out, giving him a much better view of her jewel box. Shaking her tousled hair out of her eyes, a move that set her luscious mounds bouncing once more, she asked, "Do you like what you see?"
In answer Timmy glanced down at his stiffening cock and back to her face. He walked toward her, stopping when her nipples bumped his chest and his tool pressed against her leg. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed gently until she fell backwards onto the couch, her legs going out to the sides. She closed her eyes as she felt his warm hands slide under her ass as he knelt in front of her and lifted her dripping honeypot, bringing it close to his face.
He inhaled deeply the aroma of her sex, a clean, almost yeasty odor. He wondered fleetingly if his Uncle Jason ever did this to his wife, then dismissed the thought. All he cared about right now was getting his eager tongue into her hot slit! The heat from her crotch drifted up with her smell, making him light-headed. He took his time working his way to her drenched pussy, licking the inside of her thighs as he massaged her wriggling butt. His thumbs came up on the sides of her vulva and spread the lips wide. Timmy could see that her clit was already standing up, begging for attention, and the entrance to her love-tunnel was opening and closing convulsively.
His aunt was really hot for him! Once again Jason crossed his mind and he was suddenly sure that the older man never came near his wife. Well, he certainly was going to try to show her a good time!
He lightly touched her hard nubbin with his tongue, making her jump a little and then sigh. He began lapping at it, feeling it grow longer under his ministrations until it was at least an inch long. His oral member encircled it swiftly, bringing long low moans from the woman on the couch as she responded to his moves.
Clara knew she was going to cum soon--it had been such a long time since she had felt like this! A raging fire was burning inside her and only her young nephew could put it out! Now he was pressing his tongue down on her button as hard as he could, his thumbs rubbing her swelling lips and roving around the opening of her steaming hot cunt. Suddenly his long tongue was deep inside her, deeper than she thought possible! His thumbs took over on her aching bud as he flicked his curled tongue into her, sucking up her juices. She cried out, "I can't stand it! Do it harder-no, stop! Oh, my God! I'm... CUMMing!!"
Timmy felt her muscles contracting around his tongue, almost hard enough to cut it off! She had braced her feet on the floor and pushed her pelvis into his face, panting and bucking as she kept cumming! He was taking long laps with his tongue now, trying to lick her dry, and now and then giving a few quick touches to her pulsing clitoris.
Clara felt as if she would pass out from the intensity of her pleasure as the boy kept on stimulating her, not letting her rest for a moment! He had moved his hands from beneath her to her breasts, somehow sending that they had been aching for his touch. Kneading them hard and twisting the stiff nipples until they hurt, he began sucking her incredibly long, sensitive clit, rolling it around with his tongue and occasionally biting it gently. Clara was completely unaware of anything but his burning hands on her voluptuous tits and his mouth on her joy-button. She didn't feel his turgid organ banging against her leg or hear his groans as he brought her to a second, more tumultuous orgasm! She only knew that her cunt was an enormous skyrocket, exploding with such force she thought she would die! She forgot Timmy, forgot everything except the raging in her box! Then it was her turn to drift off into semi-consciousness as Timmy lifted his head from her crack and settled back on his heels, his hands resting lightly on her knees, his throbbing prick pointing skyward.
After what seemed like centuries to Clara but was in reality only seconds, she opened her eyes and smiled weakly at the young boy before her. "Nothing like that has happened to me for a long, long time," she told him. "Your Uncle Jason is--well, let's just say he's not very interested in sex."
"I had wondered about that, Aunt Clara," Timmy said, suddenly feeling a wave of tenderness toward the lonely woman. "I'm glad I was here today."
"Me too, Timmy. You don't know how glad!" She took his hands and pulled him up to sit next to her on the couch, putting her arms around him. "You can't imagine how much I've needed to have a man touching me, holding me, licking and sucking me like you did today. Oh, Timmy, I want you to fuck me! Do it now, Timmy! Do it now!" Clara begged him, clutching at him and demanding his cooperation.
Timmy felt very young, not a man at all, but a shy and slightly self-conscious boy as his aunt pleaded with him. He didn't know where to put his hands or what to do, but he did know he wanted to put it to this hungry woman in his arms. She sensed his confusion and as she became more aware of how young he really was she realized that that very fact was what had turned her on so much! In some ways it was like being with the young Jason again.
Suddenly she laughed, happy again and, getting up from the couch, told him to stay there. She returned a minute later holding a small glass bottle. "This is something I use on myself when I masturbate," she told the puzzled boy as she seated herself next to him again.
He was a little surprised when she told him that, surprised that she would be so uninhibited as to tell him of her secret practices. But she thought of her playing with herself and satisfying herself brought vivid pictures to his mind and his falling pole began to rise again.
Clara opened the bottle and held it under his nose. "It smells like strawberries! What is that stuff?" he asked.
"You'll find out," was Clara's impish reply, as she poured some of the liquid into her hand. She put the bottle on the floor and rubbed her hands together briskly, then quickly grasped his rod in both hands.
It was hot! He thought it felt like some kind of oil as she began to caress his tool with the heated liquid. Her hands seemed to be on fire as she stroked him, sticking a finger into his sticky slit then ringing the head with the fingers of both hands and twisting them around the purple ridge. He groaned when she did that, shivers shooting through his body and his full balls tightening in their sac. Clara shook out a few more drops of the fragrant liquid on his chest and climbing onto his lap so that she faced him, she rubbed her massive globes on his flesh, flattening them against his chest. He started to speak but she clamped her mouth down on his, hungrily opening his willing lips with her pink tongue and digging it into his dark cavity, seeking his own teasing tongue.
One hand found his dick, slippery with oil and his dripping juices, and played it along her creamed slit, grinding it into her tight little bud until her moans were escaping into Timmy's mouth. He was working his pelvis, trying to enter her, but she kept him at bay, teasing him and prolonging the pleasure.
Suddenly she could wait no longer! The feel of his pulsing cock so near her lusting cunt was just too much for her to bear! She brought the oozing head to the opening of her quivering hole and held it there for just a moment, as their breathing stopped and their hearts pounded. She screamed as she let herself down on his thick, bulging member until she was sitting on his legs, his entire tool deep in her hot box. She was trembling, almost crying for joy at the feel of this magnificent thing inside of her! She began pumping his hose in and out of her, almost unable to bear the excruciating pleasure it was bringing her.
She had broken away from their kiss and was grasping the edge of the couch, holding on for dear life, and crying in his ear. "Ah--ah--aah--oh, Jesus! It feels--so--good! Fuck me, fuck me, harder!" Timmy's pelvis was moving now with hers, their thighs slapping together as they met with force. He was moaning now, too, their voices mingling and arousing each other even more Timmy couldn't quite believe what he was feeling. Before, there had always been an urgency to cum as soon as possible, but now he felt like he wanted to fuck his aunt all afternoon and evening without stopping! Clara had known what she was about when she had sucked him off at the very beginning! It had given him amazing staying power!
He realized then that something else was going on at the site of all their activity. He looked" down and saw Clara's hand banging away at her mound of joy, rubbing it as she bounced up and down on his meat. The sight of it aroused him even more as her movements became even more vigorous and her cries louder. "I'm--going--to--cum--all--over--you! I--I'm--ah--ah--Aagh--AAGH!!" Timmy thought she would bounce right off his dick! He grabbed her hips to control her, her big tits flapping in his face. The woman was on fire! He could feel her orgasm pounding at his rod as she collapsed against him, panting and out of breath.
"Oh, Timmy!" she gasped. "I--I... " she had no words to describe how she felt. The boy was almost overwhelmed by the need in her, and she could read it in his face. When she had her breath back enough to talk she asked, "Timmy, do you think you can go on? I--I know that I... " she trailed off.
"You can't stop me now!" he exclaimed. "I've never been with anyone like you before!" He didn't bother to tell her he had only had sex once before, with her daughter. It seemed that Mama could teach her child a thing or two!
"Then let's get on the floor," Clara suggested. "I want you to fuck me like a dog. And, Timmy, if you feel like you are going to cum, I want you to put it in my ass. I don't use any birth control and I can't afford to get pregnant."
Timmy was shocked at the idea. "Are you sure, Aunt Clara? It won't hurt you?" he asked, remembering his own experience.
"No, Timmy, it won't. I like it in my ass!" she told him.
"Well, okay!" he replied. "I'll do whatever you tell me."
Clara stood up, plopping his stiff, sticky member out of her slithery wet cunt. She got on her hands and knees in front of him, a pillow from the couch under her head, and wriggled her heart-shaped ass at him. "C'mon and join the fun!" she coaxed.
Timmy needed no second invitation. He knelt behind her, working his dong between her cunt-lips and rubbing it on her still-hard clit, remembering how she had liked that before. Then he was in her, ramming his dick home with a single thrust that forced her into the pillow!
"Oh! God! Yes, do it just like that! Put it into me as hard as you can!" she demanded. He thrust his bulging manhood into her waiting cunt, time after time, as hard as he could. She was sobbing into the pillow as he banged into her, her hands tearing at it until it broke open, spilling feathers onto the carpet, but she didn't even notice.
The violence of his thrusts had affected Timmy, too. He could feel his organ growing stiffer and thicker with each mighty shove and knew his time was very near. His vision blurred as the tension started in his balls and moved up through his crotch. He quickly withdrew his lunging rod from Clara's grasping twat, and wetting it with more of her profuse love juices put it against the tight little hole of her ass. He pushed but nothing happened.
"Push harder!" Clara told him. "Push as hard as you can! It's got to go in!" she wailed.
Pushing steadily with all his might, Timmy finally saw the head begin to disappear into the tiny hole. Clara was holding her breath, trying to relax her muscles, and with one last shove the whole head had entered her anus.
Clara drew another sobbing breath. "Don't stop, Timmy. Put it all in and FUCK ME!!" The last two words came out as a shriek as he worked the rest of his stubby prick into his aunt's asshole. It was so tight he knew he would be able to move very little, but he tried. To his surprise he was able to move his big cock with ease and he began to screw Clara the way she loved it best.
One hand was busy again on her twat as Clara settled herself to enjoy the feel of this big fat prick up her ass. Not using birth control was just an excuse to get Timmy's prick up her. She knew he wouldn't last long in the tight, dark cave so she rubbed her clit faster and faster, dipping her fingers into her box as she did. When she heard Timmy's groans she stabbed at her bud, bringing herself closer and closer.
Timmy was vaguely aware that his aunt was masturbating herself again, but his own orgasm was so close he could do nothing but force his stiff pole in and out of her ass. He felt as if her tight hole was sucking the juices out of him as the pressure in his balls mounted and molten lead shot from his prick deep into her bowels. He could only gasp and buck his pelvis against her round bottom, holding on to her like a drowning man!
When Clara felt the first load of cum squirt into her she felt a heady rush and her own orgasm descended on her, taking her breath away, then returning it to make her shout in ecstasy. Timmy pumped load after load into her belly, shaking and trembling. His cum was trickling from her assaulted bottom and running down his legs. As soon as he could he slowly, almost painfully, drew his drained prick from her body and they both collapsed on the floor, their faces in a pile of feathers that tickled them and made them laugh.
Clara glanced at the clock on the desk. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed. "It's already dinnertime! Timmy, well have to shower and dress right away!" They hurried off to the bathroom and soon emerged, clean and ready to face the family. But before they left the house they shared a long embrace and Clara said, as they walked out the door, "We'll have to do this again sometime, Timmy."
Susie skipped down the path to the orchard, sent by her Aunt Ruth to tell Aunt Clara and Timmy that dinner was almost ready. They weren't in the orchard, or the barn, so Susie decided to try Aunt Clara's house, giggling when she thought of how she and Alice had diddled Uncle Jason that afternoon.
As she approached the cottage she heard cries. It sounded like someone was getting hurt! She ran to the nearest window and peered in.
There were Aunt Clara and her brother Timmy on the floor! They were naked, and Timmy was sticking his thing into her. From where she stood Susie could see that it was much bigger than Uncle Jason's. No wonder Aunt Clara was crying! Boy, would she have something to tell their mother!
Then she had an idea. Maybe she could use this as blackmail against her brother! She didn't quite know how, but she'd think of something.
The couple in the cottage were lying on the floor now, and Susie heard Aunt Clara saying they had better get ready for dinner. She didn't look mad or hurt, but before Susie could wonder about that she ducked down so they wouldn't see her, then ran back to the farmhouse to tell Aunt Ruth they would be along shortly, her mind full of schemes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In the midst of all the activity outside, the living room of the farmhouse was cool and quiet. It was shaded in the afternoon by a large old maple tree, planted by the first Peters not long after he and his sons had built the house. He had known that in fifty years it would make a good sunscreen in the summer and provide the family with sap for maple syrup in the spring. Joyce sat relaxing in an old wing-back chair now, gazing out the window at the tall green tree and listening idly to the talk of the two men who shared the room with her.
Frank and Harry had retired to the living room--the 'parlor', as Ruth still referred to it--after lunch and had been there ever since, talking about the farm and reminiscing about their childhood here. Both of them had been born here, in the very bedroom that she and Frank were using, and of the three brothers, only Frank had left the farm for good. She knew that he still thought of it as home, though, and loved to return each summer and frequently for Christmas, too. It was easy for her to understand his attachment to the old place; she had grown up as an Army brat, moving from base to base every few years, making few lasting friendships. She could appreciate the fact that whenever they went into town they always ran into at least two or three old friends Frank had gone all the way through school with. As his wife she felt she belonged, too, and it gave her a small feeling of security.
Frank had been married once before, when he was young and had just moved to California to make his fortune in the Golden State. Wanda had been quite a girl, from what Joyce had heard; she had only visited the farm once in the eight years they were married, and it had been by mutual consent between her and Ruth that she did not return. Harry and his wife had been very concerned that Frank had gotten himself hooked up with a woman who was obviously loose, to put it mildly. Not only did she swear and smoke those awful cigarettes, but she had made off with the brandy they had been saving for Christmas. The final straw had been when Harry had caught her in the bam, in a very compromising position, with the man who delivered eggs to the outlying farms. He had never even told Ruth about that, but had made it clear to Wanda that their vacation was to be cut short. They had been very glad to hear that she had run off with some fellow with long greasy hair who drove one of those horrible big motorcycles and wore a leather jacket.
There was one thing Wanda had given Frank that he had not told Harry about until several years ago, and he was sure Ruth still knew nothing about it. Wanda had been one of the original 'swingers' long before it had become fashionable, even in California. She had introduced Frank to the scene, such as it was during the Fifties, and he had formed quite a liking for it. After Wanda had sued him for divorce--claiming infidelity, a charge which he laughingly admitted was true--he had decided to play it loose for a while. He was only twenty-eight, making a good living for himself in advertising, and he wanted to do some hunting around before settling down to married life again. He never denied that he wanted to remarry, because he wanted a family and someone to keep him company, but he knew he would never give up the swinging life, either. Then, when he was thirty-two, he had met Joyce.
She was only twenty when they met, and she lived with her father, a retired Army Captain. He had recognized at once that she was a very sensual woman, relaxed and never in a hurry about anything. He did hurry her into marrying him, though, and not long after introduced her to his favorite pastime. She thought he was terribly clever to have such an interesting hobby, and had refrained from joining him only long enough to present him with two children.
Now that their lifestyle had become more common and almost respectable, and their children were growing up and reaching an age where they might catch on to their parent's outside activities, Frank and Joyce had been trying to break the news to them. Joyce wanted them to initiate the kids themselves, she taking Timmy and Frank doing Susie. He had objected strenuously to her idea, his small-town Christian upbringing coming to the fore. He wanted to wait a little longer, thinking the kids were still too young, but Joyce knew that her children were not stupid and were getting old enough to figure things out for themselves.
She sat in the living room now, thinking about some of their swinging friends back home. There was one very good-looking bachelor that had recently moved into the apartment building across the street from their house who had looked interesting. She had made an excuse to visit a friend who lived in the same building, saying she wanted to use the pool, and had been pleasantly surprised to find him there, too. He had introduced himself as John and sat down to talk to her for a few minutes, and she covertly studied his slim, tan figure, noting that his brief trunks did little to hide the fact that he was a well-endowed young man. He had looked even better when he had jumped in the water and come up dripping, the sun sparkling on his wet body. He had returned to her side then and before she could protest, had picked her up like a little girl and tossed her in the pool! She had liked the feel of his arms when they held her, especially when his hand had accidentally cupped her breast and given it a squeeze. She was not at all sure it had been accidental, for when he had jumped in after her he had managed to come up right behind her, his crotch pressing against her thigh with an unmistakable bulge. He had challenged her to a game of tag, chasing her around the pool and always seeming to tag her on a very sensitive part of her body, first a breast, then her thigh, and finally grabbing her right between the legs, a spot that was by now wet with more them water. His intentions were obvious and she wanted to take him up on the offer, but she and Frank had an agreement that neither one would take on a single partner unless there was a possibility of making it a threesome. They had found that it was the best way for both of them to guard against jealousy, and they also enjoyed very much having someone to work on between them.
She had explained the situation to John and he had been intrigued. He had never indulged in three-way sex and was eager to try it, so they had made a date for that night at his apartment.
They had arrived quite late, long after most of the other residents had gone to sleep. Their idea was to go down to the pool, as they had noticed on the way in that the pool lights were turned off for the night. They had often found that some people were turned on by the idea of possible exposure and Joyce had seen right away that John was one of those people. The way he had manhandled her in the water that afternoon, with several other people watching, had tipped her off!
She wriggled in her chair now as she remembered how it had been. They had played around in the water for a while with their suits on, to allay the suspicions of anyone who might be looking, then she and Frank had quietly ganged up on John to remove his trunks. Joyce had soon discovered that she had been correct about the bulge in John's trunks; his prick was quite a handful. He had helped her out of her bikini while Frank removed his suit, and the three had moved together for a welcoming embrace.
The woman loved to be in the water with no clothes on. She always felt free and natural and now she revelled in the feel of the water running over her sensuous tits and flowing between her thighs, then dripping from her pubic bush as John lifted her cunt to his face and began to eat her out. She had turned her face to her husband's cock floating on the water nearby, and had done the same for him. Presently the men had changed places, and later had taken turns fucking her. At one time she had even found herself with one prick in her twat and one in her ass, both of them grinding away as the men sandwiched her between them and came at the same time, filling her completely full in both orifices. They had spent several hours in their watery bed, and had laughed to see their wrinkled toes and fingers when they had finally emerged, sated and a little chilled.
They had gotten together with John several times since, and had introduced him to some of their other free-loving friends. They had discovered over the years that it was best for them if they didn't try to hold on to one person or couple for very long; it had worn thin pretty fast the few times they had tried it and they had since made it a rule to avoid becoming too close to any of their fucking partners.
Joyce had to admit to herself that sometimes she regretted this decision. She felt a need to have close friends, so she had recently developed a few friendships with some of the women she worked with; she simply wanted to share woman-talk sometimes, so they had nothing to do with sex, and Frank had gone along with her the few times she had invited them and their husbands over for drinks. There had been one funny situation when one woman's husband had turned out, much to his discomfort, to be an old swinging buddy of theirs, but she and Frank had been able to be discreet and hold their laughter in check until the couple had left. She still had to hide a smile when the woman boasted that she was sure her husband had never cheated on her.
She stirred as Ruth poked her head in the doorway. "There you are," said the other woman amiably. "I've finished up in the kitchen for now and I think I'll go upstairs and take a little nap. Would you wake me when it's time to start supper?"
"I'll do that," Joyce answered. "Have a nice rest, Ruth." She watched the woman walk up the stairs slowly, noticing how much older she looked than she had at Christmas time, when they had been here last. She was only fifty-three, but thirty-four years of keeping this big house clean, giving birth to and raising five children, the youngest still at home, and taking care of all the little things life on a farm demanded of her had taken its toll. She knew Clara was a big help to her but she felt compassion for the woman all the same.
Joyce picked up a magazine from the table by her chair and rifled through the pages. It was last month's issue and she had already read it, so she put it back down and sighed. The only thing she disliked about these vacations was the long afternoons, when Frank and the children usually went off about their own business, leaving her with nothing to do. She was normally a very busy person and did not like to be idle for very long. She tried attending to the men's conversation but they were talking about weather and crop yield, things she knew nothing about.
She drifted off into a daydream again, wondering if there was anyone around she could talk to. She knew everyone at lunch had announced their plans for the afternoon, then recalled that she had seen a cute young man coming out of the bam when they had driven up. He was a local boy Harry had hired to help around the farm the last two summers, but she couldn't remember his name. He had looked much older this year, and she casually wondered if he might be open to a little roll in the hay. It would probably be literally just that, she decided, dismissing the thought. But as she was turning her attention to the flowers that were growing outside the window, his name came up in the conversation at the other end of the room.
"Yes," Harry was saying, "That boy George is sure a good worker. He graduated from high school this spring, just turned eighteen, and he's fixing to go to Ohio State University this fall. He's working his way through school, but I'm afraid he'll find himself a better paying job next summer, and I'll have to go looking for another hand. I don't need one so much in the winter but I certainly would like to be able to hire him back on next year." He went on to tell Frank about the new milking machine he had bought that spring, and Joyce's thoughts returned to the boy.
He was only eighteen! He had seemed so much older, but then if he was trying to work his way through school he was most likely more serious than the young men she saw every day on the beaches at home. She was remembering the easy way he had carried a large bale of hay from the bam, the muscles in his arms rippling, when the girls came into the room with Jason, giggling among themselves over some private joke, and she realized that the time had flown by and she should go rouse Ruth and help her with dinner.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Harry pushed back his chair and stood up from the table. "Well, Ruth, you've done it again," he declared, "that was one of the best meals I've ever eaten."
There was general agreement around the table. Ruth blushed but her eyes were shining with happiness. She loved cooking for this large family and always enjoyed it when everyone came to visit. It was more work, to be sure, but it was good to hear the old house ring with talk and laughter.
The women began clearing the dishes away as the men wandered into the living room. Timmy suddenly remembered that he and Clara had left the ladders in the orchard in their haste to reach Clara's house that afternoon. He made up an excuse to leave the house, not wanting anyone to know where he was going. He knew it would seem strange to his Uncle Harry that he had not returned the ladders to their proper place and he didn't want to have to answer any questions.
Susie watched Timmy leave the house and decided to follow him. She had hit upon an idea to put her knowledge about him and Clara to use. She offered to take the garbage out and after she had she sneaked away to follow her brother. She caught up with him as he was carrying the ladders out of the orchard.
"Gee, Timmy," she greeted him. "I thought you would have done that this afternoon when you finished picking apples."
"Oh, hi, punk," he answered with one of his many nicknames for her, one that usually made her mad, but tonight she seemed to ignore it. He did not want to be bothered right now, and her presence interfered with his thoughts about his voluptuous aunt and her daughter. He tried to brush her off, with little success. "Aunt Clara and I got to talking and forgot to bring these in. What's it to you?"
"Nothing, really," she answered innocently, falling into step beside him. "I just wondered. What could you and Aunt Clara possibly have to talk about all afternoon? She's almost as old as Mother!"
Timmy said, "There's only a year's difference. Mother isn't that old! Besides, Aunt Clara is easy to talk to, not like Mom. She wanted to know... uh," he hesitated, thinking fast, "yeah, she wanted to know if I've decided what I'm going to study when I go to college."
"Oh." Susie was quiet for a few moments. They had reached the bam where Timmy was putting the ladders away, hanging them from large hooks on the wall, and Susie wanted to wait until she had his full attention. Just as he slid the end of the ladder onto the last hook she said, seemingly to herself, "Boy, Aunt Clara sure has a funny way of talking to you!"
Timmy whirled around and glared at her. "What do you mean by that?" he demanded. He realized that his sister must know something about his afternoon's activities. She would not have followed him out just to talk; they weren't that close. He had to find out just how much she knew. Surely she hadn't seen--!
But she had. Susie knew she had the upper hand and she wanted to make her brother squirm. "Well, I never saw anyone talking like that before," she said playing with a piece of straw and not paying him the slightest attention, "crawling around on their hands and knees."
Timmy was dumfounded. "B-but," he spluttered, "we--we were looking for something! Aunt Clara dropped an--an earring!"
The girl before him considered. "Oh, is that all!" she said brightly. "I didn't realize Aunt Clara got so dressed up to work around here. I guess she must have dropped it when she took her dress off!" She turned to him accusingly.
"We--I--she wanted to take a shower," the boy answered lamely. He was scared but he still tried to bluff her way out. "What were you doing watching anyway? Didn't anyone ever tell you about privacy?"
"Aunt Ruth sent me to tell you two dinner was ready. I heard Aunt Clara crying and I looked in the window to see what was wrong," Susie explained. "That's when I saw both of you on the floor, stark naked. And you were sticking your big fat thing into her!" she ended triumphantly, pointing to his crotch.
Timmy was horrified. She had seen everything! His only hope had been that she had been guessing, or at least that she had not known what she was seeing. But she obviously knew full well what had been going on in the cottage that afternoon. Suddenly weak, he sank down on a bale of hay and regarded his sister bleakly. "So what are you going to do now?" he asked.
Susie looked at her brother seriously. This was the part of the plan she was not too sure about. If she told their parents now she would lose her advantage. But if she did not make him pay right away he and Clara might get together and deny the whole thing! So it had to be now, tonight!
"Timmy," Susie said breathlessly, "I want you to show me what you did to Aunt Clara. Do it to me right now--everything! If you do it I promise I won't say a word to Mom and Dad. But if you won't I'll go tell them right now!" she exclaimed, edging nearer the door in case he tried to stop her.
Timmy was flabbergasted! He stared at his sister in shock as his thoughts whirled around his brain. He couldn't do what she suggested. She was only twelve, and besides, she was his sister! But he knew if she went to their parents right away he wouldn't be able to hide his guilt. And what would it do to Clara! He shuddered at the thought. Uncle Harry would probably kick her out, and what would Sally think? No, it just wasn't possible. There was only one way to stop his little sister...
In a flash he was on his feet, leaping at the young girl. She was quick to side-step him and was almost at the big bam door when he tackled her, and the two of them were down, rolling around in the hay and dirt that littered the floor. It was a silent struggle, for neither of them wanted to bring out the rest of the family by making noise. Susie kicked and fought her brother, pulling his hair and trying to scratch his face. Then with one mighty heave he was on top of her, pinning her arms to the floor, his body laying across hers. They glared at each other, panting and out of breath.
"Listen, you little bitch," he hissed at her through his teeth, "I'm going to teach you never to spy on me again. I'm going to give you what you asked for, little girl, only I don't think you're going to like it!"
It was Susie's turn to be scared. She hadn't counted on her brother's anger! She had hoped only to scare him a little, just enough to make him willing to show her that big prick she had seen him using on Aunt Clara, and maybe let her fool around with it a little. Though they fought like any brother and sister, Timmy and Susie liked each other pretty well, and she had no idea he would be this upset. She tried to plead with him, knowing it was hopeless.
"Timmy, please let me go! I promise I won't tell, I promise!" She was near tears, but Timmy couldn't be budged. He was tired of her teasing and cajoling him into doing things he didn't want to do, and this was the last straw. He wasn't about to turn back now.
He released her arms and sat up. She lay there rubbing her bruised arms where he had held them until he said brusquely, "Get up and come with me." She stood and he pushed her roughly past the row of stalls to an empty one on the end. He shoved her in and told her to take her clothes off.
Susie obeyed numbly, too terrified to speak. When she was naked, shivering in the cool night air, Timmy began to strip.
He could hardly believe it, but he had a full-fledged erection. He had noticed it as he lay on top of his frightened sister and figured it had happened because of their struggle. But he discovered that the more he bullied the girl, and the more terrified she became, the harder his cock grew. He didn't know what to make of it but he was glad it had happened--he wanted to use it to intimidate his sister even more!
The young virgin gasped when Timmy lowered his jeans. His thing was enormous! It was at least twice as big around as Jason's! It jutted out from his loins, its single eye leering at her wickedly. She almost screamed but Timmy stopped her, clamping his hand over her mouth and pulling her head back by the hair. "Not a sound out of you!" he growled. "If anyone comes out here this was all your idea!"
Susie stared at the boy, suddenly a stranger to her. Her vivid imagination replayed the scene she had witnessed in Clara's cottage. He couldn't mean to do anything like that to her! Tears welled up in her eyes and trickled down her cheeks.
Timmy saw her crying but he didn't care. He was naked now, too, and as he spread his shirt on a pile of straw and sat down he told her to kneel in front of him. Holding his bulging member in one hand and flipping it idly from side to side, he said to his sister, "See this? This is my nice, juicy prick. Pretty big, isn't it? Well, you're going to put it in your mouth and eat it. Oh, yes, you are, you little bitch," he said, drowning out her protests. "Clara did and you're going to, too!" He grabbed the back of her neck and dragged his sister's head down to his stiff cock. "Now do like I said!"
Susie put out her tongue and gave his dong a few tentative licks, but he pushed her head farther into his crotch and she had to open her mouth and try to take his pole. In it went, though her mouth was dry as dust and she thought she would choke. She was still crying and with her mouth and nose full she couldn't breathe! Still he thrust his meat into her unwilling mouth, holding her head so she could not withdraw. Then she had it all and his grip eased a little as he told her to suck him off.
The feeling in Timmy's loins was making his head reel. He was not violent by nature, but forcing his little sister to take his whole throbbing prick in her mouth had turned him on incredibly! He lay back as she began sucking on his rod, her head still in his hands, moving as she did. Part of his mind realized she was no stranger to this activity, but he didn't want to think about it, just enjoy it!
The young girl fell into the rhythm of her work. This was what she had asked for, and now that it was happening it wasn't so bad. It had hurt at first, trying to force this huge thing into her small mouth, but she had stopped crying and could breathe again. Timmy was obviously enjoying it, shoving his stiff, yearning cock into her now moist mouth each time she tried to move away. She still stung with humiliation, though, and looked for a way to repay her brother's brutality.
Timmy was making low moans now every time the head of his joint hit the back of her throat. Suddenly he began to jab his rod into her mouth with short jerks, almost ready to cum, and she saw her opportunity. She clamped her lips tightly around his lunging rod and just as the soft head was passing through the tight orifice once again she bared her teeth, sinking them into the spongy flesh. Timmy let out a yell and grabbed her by the hair, sitting up as he jerked her head from his aching member.
"What the fuck are you trying to do?" he raged at her, furious with pain. He shook her head, pulling her hair, and she clawed at his hands to free herself from his grasp. Suddenly he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her over his knees, pounding at her bare bottom with one broad hand and holding her wrists together with the other. He kept spanking her when he realized how it revived his wounded prick and brought it back to life.
Susie was crying again, muffling her sobs so her brother would not hear them. She didn't care how much his blows hurt! She had gotten him in his most vulnerable spot and that was all that mattered. As her sobs died down she realized that her brother's blows to her reddened ..ass weren't hurting all that much anymore. In fact, there was a warm glow spreading throughout the whole area! She felt his growing cock nudging her belly and knew her brother was not unaffected, either.
Suddenly his spanking turned into rubbing as the boy gave in to his feelings of desire. He massaged and kneaded her burning ass, still holding her hands pinioned in one of his. She was his captive and he had total power over her! The thought sent fire racing through his groin.
Susie was responding to his aggressive caresses. She had decided to give in to him and not try to hurt him anymore. Her feeling of submissiveness only further heightened the glow she felt around her genitals as Timmy began dipping his hand into her virginal slit. She spread her legs to accommodate his searching fingers and heard him chuckle.
"So you decided to cooperate, did you?" he asked derisively. "Well, you're still in for some surprises." His hand wriggled around in her vulva, smearing itself with her juices. At first he had been surprised at her wetness but, remembering her expertise in giving him head, concluded that she had had previous sexual experience. He made sure his index finger was good and slippery and before she could protest, thrust it the full length into her asshole.
"Ooww! That hurts'." she cried out. "Timmy, don't do that! OWW!!"
"Just relax, little sister," he sneered. "You'd better get used to it." He shoved his finger in and out of her dark hole, enjoying the friction of her belly against his burgeoning cock as she writhed in agony. Putting his free fingers in her twat he raised her groin several inches from his knees, his index finger popping out of her sore ass as he let go and she dropped to his lap.
"That was just a taste of what's in store for you," Timmy told her. "Right now I'm a little thirsty and I know what's good for that." Releasing her hands he told her to get on all fours, her crotch over his face, facing away from his body. "I don't want those teeth of yours anywhere near my crank," he said roughly.
As Susie was moving to obey his command he stopped her, staring at her chest. "Why, you don't have any tits at all, do you?" he teased. He put his mouth over one of her miniature breasts and tongued the tiny nipple into hardness, drawing back to survey his handiwork. "There, at least you can see that one now," he jibed. He took the other little nubbin in his teeth, biting at it harder and harder until she begged him to stop.
"Sure, little sister, I'll stop," he said in mock pity. "I wouldn't want to cause you any pain! Now, get up there where I can lick your hot little cunt!" he ordered the unhappy girl.
Susie moved and was soon astride her brother's face. His breath was hot on her box as he pulled her down to his open mouth, then his tongue was on her clit and she forgot her previous hurts. How she loved that feeling! A warm, licking tongue on her little joy-button could send her heart racing. He flicked it around and up and down and over her bud, settling down to vibrate the incredibly sensitive tip. One finger had found its way into her asshole again, another penetrating into her tight pussy. The invasion of her ass did not hurt her this time but only served to increase her passion! Timmy was sucking her clitoris now, sending her closer and closer to her climax. He knew she was about to cum and jabbed his fingers into her as hard as he could. She arched her back, her pelvis moving to stimulate her more, and Timmy made his move. Just as she was on the verge of cumming he bit down hard on her rigid clit.
Susie was too far gone to register pain. The sensation she felt when Timmy bit her only sent her skyrocketing higher in bliss! Her twat pounded on his fingers, still deep inside her, as her juices gushed over his hand and face. Moans were escaping from her mouth as she exploded above him.
Timmy was mad that his little sadism had not ruined her climax. He had wanted to hurt her as she had hurt him! Suddenly he had to get his overloaded prick into her pussy. He didn't think she was a virgin, but he knew his large cock would be a tight fit in her young box.
Abruptly he pulled his fingers out of her crack and scooted himself away from her. "Don't move!" he demanded. "Just stay where you are."
The girl turned her head and saw him kneeling behind her and felt his fat dick nudge the back of her drenched slit.
"You wanted everything Aunt Clara got," he said in a low voice. "And now you're going to get every inch of it!" With that he positioned the head of his bulging member at the opening of her steaming cunt and began to push.
"Timmy, no!" Susie wailed. "I'm a virgin!"
"Like--hell--you--are! " replied Timmy, emphasizing each word with a shove of his rock-hard pole against her unbroken membrane. On the last word Susie felt her flesh tear with a searing pain! She screamed and almost fainted as Timmy continued to thrust his gigantic prick into her tender, bleeding cunt.
The boy looked down and saw her blood trickling down his leg. "I guess you weren't lying," he said ruefully. "Well, it's too late now! You might as well enjoy it!" and started pounding his meat in and out of her. and the pain receding. This was going to feel good! If only... She sneaked one hand down to touch her hardening nut. That was much better! Soon she was matching Timmy's moves and rubbing herself vigorously.
Timmy didn't fail to see her reach for her crotch. With a quick move he pushed her hand away from her clit and took over. This was his show and if this was her first time he was going to make damn sure it was good! Their argument was forgotten and they both strove to please the other.
The boy was overwhelmed by his sister's tight little twat! Clara's ass had been just as tight but Susie's box was softer, and the outer ring of muscles made a tiny hole that almost squeezed his head off every time he passed through it! His cum was building up, ready to spurt forth, but he couldn't withdraw from this luscious snatch. He had meant to fuck Susie in the ass, too, but he knew the pain would be too much for her. Besides, he wanted to cum in her cunt and shoot her full of his hot liquid! His free hand descended to her frothing box again and, drenched, his index finger re-entered her ass.
Susie was almost delirious when she felt him intruding into her anus. Timmy was giving her the works! His thrusts were so powerful she could hardly keep her balance! The myriad sensations assaulting the young girl were too much for her as Timmy banged at her clitoris and filled both of her orifices with his pounding meat! She began sobbing with joy, crying out, "Timmy, don't stop, keep doing it-forever--ah--ah--aagh!!" Her orgasm burst upon her and made her whole body tremble and shake with its intensity.
Just as she cried out his name, Timmy gave a convulsive jerk and shot his load deep into her pulsating cunt. He was paralyzed, his shooting cock the only thing moving; even his breathing had stopped. Then he was gasping for air, his pelvis involuntarily pumping his draining piece into his sister until it finally popped out, limp and shriveled.
Susie sank onto her side when Timmy withdrew his hands from her body. She was tingling all over, a feeling which gradually gave way to warmth and a sense of completion. She looked up and saw her brother watching her, a small smile on his Ups. "We should end all our fights this way!" she declared stretching lazily.
"We'll have to do that from now on," he grinned. "Come on, kid, we've got to get dressed and get back to the house. We've been out here a long time!"
The two children dressed hastily and went to the house friends again. When their mother eyed them suspiciously and asked what they had been doing out there for so long and why their clothes were such a mess, Timmy answered her easily, "Oh, we got in a fight and had a sort of wrestling match." Susie giggled then, unable to keep a straight face. "But we made up again in the end, Mom."
"Well, that's good. You two fight too much," their mother said. "Now off to bed, the two of you! And don't forget to wash! You smell like you've been rolling in horse manure!"
Laughing aloud at that, brother and sister raced up the stairs to bed.
CHAPTER NINE
Joyce woke to find sunlight streaming in the windows. She yawned and stretched lazily, glad that she had not had to get up early as usual. Frank had left the bed at four-thirty that morning to go fishing with Harry and Jason, but they had promised to make their own breakfasts. So she had decided to sleep as late as possible.
She glanced at the clock and saw that it was already ten. Not really that late, but late enough for a farm where there was at least an hour's work done before breakfast at six!
Her mind went back to the scene last night when Timmy and Susie had come in from the bam. Their excuse had sounded plausible enough, but there was still something strange going on. And why hadn't Alice been with Susie? The two girls had been inseparable since their arrival.
Come to think of it, several things yesterday had been a little funny. Jason had been terribly restless, while Clara had hardly paid any attention to him, not at all her usual self. And Timmy had been distracted all day, and she had noticed Sally watching him closely at dinner.
Well, whatever it was, she wasn't going to let it bother her on such a nice day. She showered and dressed and made her way down to the kitchen. There she found Ruth and Clara up to their elbows in flour and apple peelings.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Ruth greeted her. "There's coffee on the stove but you'll have to get your own breakfast."
"That's okay, Ruth," Joyce answered. "I think I'll just have an apple. With all the pies and bread you and Clara are baking I think I can afford to skip a meal. Would you like some help?"
Clara turned to her. "Oh, no, Joyce, we're doing just fine. This is your vacation, remember?" She was a little nervous around the other woman, feeling that somehow she must know about her son's involvement with her.
Joyce was glad to be let off the hook. This was her vacation and she meant to enjoy it. "Where is everyone?" she asked.
"Well, the men are off fishing," Ruth began. "Sally and Timmy went into town for some supplies and I think they were going to stop at the movies for the matinee."
"The girls went off riding the ponies," added Clara, "and they took a picnic lunch, so they won't be back until late afternoon."
Twenty minutes later she was lying on a blanket on the lawn by the drive, armed with suntan lotion, a book and a small radio. Two hours had almost passed when Joyce, pretty well roasted and very bored, looked up at the sound of a car pulling into the drive and parking at the side.
It was George Johnson, Harry's hired hand. He spoke to Joyce as he passed her on his way to the bam.
"Afternoon, ma'am. Sure is a nice day to get some sun."
"Hello, George," she answered. This was the young man she had been daydreaming about yesterday. She saw that her first glance had not lied; he was a very good-looking boy. "Yes, it is a good day, but very hot. Could you possibly do me a favor?" she asked, smiling up at him. She was lying on her stomach and she knew that when she raised her head he could see into her skimpy bikini to her small, well shaped breasts.
"Sure, ma'am, if I can." His face went pink as he glimpsed her tits. "What is it?"
"Do you see that hose over there?" she asked, pointing to a hose that Ruth had been using to water the flower beds. "Could you spray me with water? It would feel so good!"
The boy was a little embarrassed by this unusual request, but he went along with it. Joyce stood up and danced around in the spray, laughing and gasping at the coldness of the water, the sun glistening on her wet brown skin. She was very aware of Georges' eyes on her body, and finally she signalled him that it was enough.
"Thank you, George. That really cooled me off!" she laughed. "You should try it sometime."
"Yes, ma'am, I guess I should," he answered, still self-conscious. "If you'll excuse me, ma'am, I've got to get to work now. I've already missed half a day on account of some testing for school, and I've got a lot to do."
"Of course, George. Don't let me keep you." She watched him walk away, admiring his loose, easy gait. He was such a gentleman, calling her ma'am and everything! She gathered her things together and went into the house to get some lunch.
After she had eaten and pulled on a pair of shorts and a loose shirt over her bikini, she made her excuses to the two women in the hot kitchen, saying she was going for a walk.
Instead of walking Joyce had some other activities on her mind. With everyone gone or busy for the next few hours, this was her chance to be alone with George. She headed for the bam, hoping he would still be there.
She was in luck! The boy was in the tack room, cleaning the saddles and harnesses.
"Hi!" she said, feigning surprise. "I came in here because it looked so cool and dark." Actually it was almost as hot in here as it was outside, but it sounded reasonable to her.
"Hi, Mrs. Peters." He seemed more relaxed on his own ground. "A barn can be a pretty inviting place, I know. I really like the smell of hay, myself. It's so clean and, well, fresh." Surprised at his long speech, he lapsed into silence.
Joyce realized that he was still a very shy young man, for all his relaxed attitude. She remembered that Harry had said he was working his way through school, and decided that would be a safe topic.
Seating herself on the workbench, she said, "Harry tells me you're planning to go to Ohio State. Will this be your first year?"
"Yes, ma'am, it is. That's why I'm working here," he explained. "You see, I have a partial scholarship, but I have to earn the rest of it myself."
"You sound like you know just what you want," the woman stated. "Do you know yet what your major will be?"
Georges' eyes lit up. "Yes, ma'am! I'm going to be a veterinary doctor. It means a couple of more years of school, but it's worth it to me."
Joyce was curious in spite of herself. This young man was very interesting! "Why do you want to be a vet, George? Don't you like farming?"
"Sure, farming's all right. My daddy was a dairy farmer," he explained. "I saw him lose a whole herd of cows because two of them were diseased. It was the law-they couldn't cure it so they had to kill all the cows that were exposed. It nearly killed my daddy. He had to sell out and go to work in a store." He trailed off thinking. "Two years later they found a cure and a vaccine against it. That's why I want to be a vet-I'd like to practice and maybe do some research too."
"Is Ohio State a good school for that, George?" Joyce wanted to know.
The boy smiled at her ruefully. "I've pretty much got to take what I can get. I know there's some pretty good schools out where you live in California, but I just don't have the means to move all the way out there, and even if I did I'd still have to pay out-of-state tuition."
Joyce thought hard for a moment. "George, we--Frank and I--have a friend on the Board of Admissions at U.C.L.A. If you are really serious about wanting to go there, I might just be able to convince him to waive that residency requirement. Would that help you out?" She didn't bother to tell him just how good a friend it was--in fact they had swung together quite often--or exactly how she was going to convince him.
Georges' eyes lit up again as he considered the idea. "Mrs. Peters, that would be great!" he exclaimed. "Do you really think he would do it?"
"There's a very good chance, George," she answered, smiling at his excitement. "And please call me Joyce. 'Mrs. Peters' is much too formal."
"Whatever you say, uh, Joyce," the boy said, still thinking about her offer. "But, gee, ma'am, how could I ever thank you? It may not seem like much to you, but school is one of the most important things in my life!"
Joyce regarded him lightly, "It's not done yet, remember. But if it does go through, just knowing that you will be getting a better opportunity is thanks enough for me."
She stood up and stretched, taking off her loose shirt to reveal her tiny bikini. "It's not as cool in here as it looks!" she said with a laugh. "I'm glad I left my bathing suit on." She had realized that George's mind was definitely not on sex and that she would have to re-direct her approach if she was going to seduce him. He was still thinking about college!
She walked over to where he was buffing a saddle on a saw-horse. Leaning on it from the side opposite the boy, she looked up at him through her eyelashes. "If you really want to show your gratitude, George, I'm sure something more immediate can be arranged," she said huskily.
George looked into her green eyes, then his gaze fell to her chest. Her bikini was cut low across her breasts, pushing the small apple-shaped orbs up so the flesh rounded out over the edge of the fabric. He could see her hard nipples standing out and suddenly knew she had something else in mind. His face turned bright red as he considered the possibilities and felt his prick begin to grow in his levis.
The older woman watched his reaction to her unspoken proposition with silent laughter. He was so young and naive! He was probably still a virgin though she knew he was at least eighteen. She was going to enjoy getting his cock out of his pants and into her cunt.
"George," she began, nonchalantly, "Isn't there somewhere in this bam where there is a little more privacy?"
"Well, uh, yes, there is, ma'am," he said, flustered at her request. "There's the loft, where we store the hay."
"You lead the way, George," she sparkled at him, rubbing his arm with a soft hand.
"Why, ah, sure ma'am. This way." the boy stumbled around the saw-horse and walked out to the big main room of the bam. "We have to climb this ladder first."
"Oh, George, do you think there might be an old blanket lying around somewhere? It would be much nicer if we have one," she told him. "I'll go on up and you find us one."
He nodded his head in confusion and turned away from Joyce. She suppressed a giggle as he walked back to the tack room, enjoying the adventure, then raced up the ladder to the hay loft.
George was dumfounded by Joyce's actions. He had heard about women like her but had never expected to meet one! She wasn't bad looking, he reflected, with a nice figure for a woman her age. He guessed she was in her mid-thirties, about Clara's age. But where Clara was quiet and retiring, this one was very aggressive! He picked up an old horse blanket and, thinking about the way her nice round tits had looked in that skimpy little bikini, returned to the ladder and climbed it quickly.
Joyce had not wasted any time. She sat on a bale of hay, stark naked, her clothes strewn about her on the floor. It was dim up here in the loft, but she had chosen to sit in a beam of sunlight coming through the one open window. The light played on her yellow hair, making it shine. "It was so hot up here I just couldn't wait to get my clothes off," she explained coyly.
The boy, embarrassed again, could only nod as he spread the blanket on a soft mound of loose hay. Finding his voice he said, "Here's the blanket you asked for." He couldn't figure how he had gotten here, with this naked, brash woman, and he couldn't think of a way out of it. Not that he really wanted out, but...
"George, don't you think it's warm up here, too?" Joyce was asking. Before he could answer she told him to take his clothes off so she could see what he really looked like.
Turning even redder, he complied. He had never been completely naked in front of a woman before and was shy about his body. But soon he was standing bare by the blanket, unsure of what to do next.
Joyce stood and walked over to him. This boy was big! She came barely to his shoulders, which were broad and muscular. A sparse patch of light reddish-brown hair covered his wide chest, the same color as on his head, but it grew thicker below his waist, forming a line that widened into a heavy pubic forest. His dick hung at half-mast but she could see that it was in keeping with his big frame. She reached around to feel his buttocks, pleased when she discovered they were firm and muscular.
"That will be very nice to hold on to while you're fucking me with this good-looking prick," she told him, moving her hands around his body until they rested on either side of the object in question. She put her thumbs underneath it and bounced it lightly, gratified to see it stiffen and swell.
"Mrs. Peters--uh, Joyce--well, I don't know... " George stammered.
"That's all right, George," she answered him, "I'll show you what to do." She knew that was not what the boy had been about to say but she wasn't going to let him back out now. His dong had been growing steadily in her hands and she couldn't let that get away! It was a magnificent piece, fully twelve inches long and too fat for her to get her fingers around! It was giving off a strong, masculine smell of sweat and excited sex and she wanted to get her mouth on it right now!
Pulling him by the convenient handle, she sank down onto the blanket and George followed. She rolled against him, rubbing her whole body on his and mashing her tits onto his chest. His hands were on her, tentatively caressing her body. Suddenly she propped herself up on one elbow and studied his face.
"George, have you ever put this lovely dick into a woman before?" she asked, squeezing his member with her hand.
He glanced away in shyness. "Yes, once, when a bunch of us went over to West Virginia to find us some prostitutes."
Joyce gave a short peal of laughter. "Why all the way to West Virginia? Don't they have prostitutes in Ohio?" she asked, smiling at his stricken face.
"Why, sure they do, ma'am, he answered, confused by her laughter. "It's just kind of traditional for us to go over there."
"I see, George," she said, hiding a smile. Then, serious again, "Tell me, George. When you were with this woman--this prostitute--was it any good?
I mean, did you like it?"
He looked at her then. "Well, I got it off, if that's what you mean. She didn't seem to care much one way or the other. Why do you want to know?"
Joyce looked at the young man in front of her intently. "George, you're going to get married someday, and I'm going to show you how to make your wife happy, in bed at least. You can't just jump on a woman and have your kicks and expect her to like it. And if she's happy in bed she'll be happier out of it, too."
"Gee, Joyce, that's really nice of you to show me!" he said admiringly.
"Oh, it's not all for you!" Joyce was laughing again. "I mean to have a good time teaching you! Now, come here and kiss me!"
That was one thing George did know about. His tongue was deep in her mouth almost before she could get it open, probing her cavity and sending little shivers of surprise up her back. She responded whole-heartedly, her cunt warming to his assault on her mouth. She had forgotten the passion a young man brings to his kisses and was soon out of breath.
"George, you surprised me! Where did you learn to kiss like that? Not from any whore, I'll bet!" Joyce exclaimed "Well, I've gotten around a little," he admitted blushing. "My girlfriend won't let me do anything else, so I've gotten a lot of practice in kissing!"
"Your practice certainly has paid off," she said, laughing. "I'm all hot already! Now, how's your anatomy?"
He looked blank. "Anatomy? What do you mean?"
"If your girlfriend suddenly took off all her clothes, what part of her would you want to touch first?" She asked him.
The boy thought a moment. "I guess I'd start with her breasts," he said, but Joyce urged him on. "Then I'd probably touch her down--down there." He pointed to Joyce's crotch.
"That's the way most men think, George," she told him. "But a woman likes to be touched all over--her ears, her neck, her legs, her belly. And there's one little thing a lot of men don't even know about, or bother to take any time with."
"What's that?" he asked, curious.
In answer the woman spread her legs wide, her knees bent upwards. "Open it up," she instructed the boy as he moved in to look.
He obeyed, spreading her fuzz-covered cunt lips wide to expose her vulva. He had never seen one this close and was surprised at the way it looked. He ran one finger down the length of it, marveling at the slipperiness of it and the way his touch made the woman moan a little.
"Did you notice a little lump at the top?" she wanted to know. When he answered yes she said, "That's my clitoris. It's the most sensitive spot on my whole body, sort of like your penis."
George touched it again, rubbing it lightly. "It's getting hard!" he exclaimed, excited at his discovery.
"Yes, it does that when I'm aroused, like now," she explained. "Playing with it will make a woman cum."
"Is--is that what a man does when he--when he eats out a woman?" George stumbled over the phrase.
"He does that as well as licking the whole area," Joyce replied. "Sometimes he sticks his tongue or his finger in her cunt."
"Like this?" he asked, jabbing a finger into her box.
"Oh--yes! Like that, George!" the woman cried.
Suddenly George was upon her, his face between her legs and his tongue stabbing savagely at her hard clit. One finger was still in her steaming hole and another soon joined the first, pumping in and out. He began sucking on her stiff little bud, stopping now and then to lick all around her lips.
"Oh George," Joyce was moaning, "you do learn fast! Yes! Keep doing that!" she shouted as he twisted his fingers in her slithery box. She had been turned on already from exposing her treasures to the innocent boy, and his eager willingness to put his new knowledge to immediate use was driving her crazy! Her pelvis was grinding away now as she neared her climax. His fiery tongue was working her pleasure button into a frenzy as she began sighing, "It's cumming, it's so close, ah--ah--oh, God, George, do it, do it, DO IT! Aah!" Her twat pushed into his face, her cunt vibrating on his stabbing fingers as she came, drenching his face with her love juices. He pulled his fingers from her cunt and lapped at her, glad to have pleased her so soon.
Joyce put her hands on his head and raised it so he could look at her, smiling as he gazed into her lusty eyes. His own brown eyes sparkled as he asked, "Did I pass the first lesson, Teach?"
"You did remarkably well," she chuckled. "So well, in fact, I'm going to reward you and let you do it again. Only this time I'm going to do you, too."
George pinned at his teacher. He had wanted to have a woman suck his cock for a long time! The whore had refused to do it when she saw how long it was and he had been dreaming about it ever since. He hadn't thought it was something nice women did, but Joyce was full of surprises! He moved up to lie on the blanket on his back as she told him to, and was soon staring at her beautiful snatch again, hovering above his face.
The older woman was pleased, too. She was about to devour his untasted meat and to initiate him into the joys of oral sex. His stiff prick was fully and gloriously erect, which told her he enjoyed giving as well as getting, always a good sign. Then she remembered she hadn't given him a chance to savor her round little tits, and scooted herself backwards until they were positioned over his waiting mouth.
George looked at the small, round boobs hanging before his eyes. They were well shaped, the flesh soft and bouncy. He had noticed when she was standing that they sagged just a little, the undersides curving out while the tops were flat. The nipples were rosy pink and wrinkled, well-chewed by her two children and innumerable lovers.
He began fondling them and was about to take one in his mouth when she said above him, "I'm going to demonstrate on your little nips what I want you to do to mine." He felt her tongue probing his tit, surprised at the feeling her soft tongue provoked. He followed her lead, and she was soon sucking and nibbling on his tiny nipples, biting them gently with her teeth. He did to her eager boobs everything she did to his little buds, his hand reaching up to twiddle her clit while she stroked his cock.
George's mouth on her breasts and his hand in her snatch soon had Joyce burning again, and his long, rock-hard prick was drawing her like a magnet. She moved forward again, licking his belly as she did and receiving the same treatment from him. Then her tongue was on his rigid pole and his face was buried in her molten slit.
Joyce was savoring the taste of his huge cock. She ran her mouth up and down the length of the shaft, one hand playing over the silken head and the other fondling his hairy balls. Slowly she enveloped his smooth knob with her warm, wet mouth and began to take the rest of his mighty prong, inch by inch, her tongue making hot tracks across the surface of his salty tasting meat. The hand on his balls slipped into the crack in his ass and began to rub the tiny wrinkled hole it found there.
The boy had stopped lapping at Joyce's cunt when he felt her mouth descending his pole. The feeling was beyond belief! All of his imaginings hadn't come close to the ecstasy of her rapidly moving tongue on his incredibly sensitive dick! When she touched his round asshole he ground his face into her box, his tongue returning to its former occupation with renewed vigor.
Unable to take all of the giant into her throat, Joyce's free hand was following her mouth on George's slippery rod. Her lips were clamped tightly around its circumference and her head was twisting from side to side, faster and faster as his tongue worked its way into her steamy cunt and back to her rigid bud when his fingers again invaded her box. She began plunging her hot crotch into his face, wanting to cum again before George did. She had other plans for him!
He sensed her desire and increased his efforts, grabbing her buttocks with his unoccupied hand and holding her snatch to his mouth as he nearly sucked her raging bud clear off!
Joyce was almost beside herself with joy! She was moaning now around the cock in her mouth as George's fingers pumped her cunt fiercely, sending her over the edge into bliss! She was cumming hard, her whole body pulsing and exploding as the boy continued to devour her. She held his throbbing prick still in her mouth as her body released its pent-up energy and he slowly licked up all her juices. Then she raised her head, popping his joint out of her mouth into her hands.
She moved so that she was lying next to him, managing to hold on to his sticky, bulging prick the whole time. He hugged her to him, rolling his body on top of hers. She whispered into his ear, "George, fuck me now. Put that monstrous thing of yours into me and screw my brains out! Do you want to fuck me?"
"Yes!" he panted. "You know I do!"
"Then tell me!" she demanded. "Say it!"
He drew his head back and looked at her, all shyness gone. "Joyce, I'm going to screw you, I'm going to fuck you with my hard, hot prick until you can't see straight!"
"Please, please, George, do it now!" she wailed, unable to wait another second!
With that George raised his body slightly and Joyce wrapped her legs around her waist, bringing the oozing head of his eager crank to the opening of her wet, ready cunt. With one thrust he was in her up to his balls.
"Uunh!" they both exclaimed simultaneously in surprise. George felt as if his dick had been swallowed whole by a soft, wet octopus. Her hands were everywhere, stroking, caressing, teasing and guiding his moves. As for Joyce, her hungry box was so full of hard, thrusting cock that she could hardly breathe! They began moving together, bouncing on the hay with abandon, both of them knowing that their encounter was going to be brief.
George's young cock, stimulated almost beyond endurance, was nearly ready to go off. He pumped himself into Joyce's overflowing hole, sending her higher and higher each time his long rod touched bottom. Both of them were sweating freely now, gasping and shouting in their passion.
Neither of them heard the truck pull up to the barn, or the footsteps on the ladder to the loft.
They were in the midst of their tumultuous orgasm, rocketing and plummeting on the blanket, their voices raised in ecstasy as George filled Joyce's cunt with his spurting cum until it leaked out and ran down his legs.
They were panting for breath, resting from their heavy exertions, when they heard a sound behind them and turned to see Sally and Timmy, grinning at them like a couple of devils.
CHAPTER TEN
"Hi, Mom," Timmy said casually as he walked over and sat down next to his speechless mother. "What have you been up to lately? Are you having a nice vacation here on the farm?" With that he and Sally burst out laughing, unable to contain it any longer.
"Oh, Joyce, if you could only have seen your face when you looked like you wanted to find a nice convenient hole to crawl in and die!"
"Just what are you doing here anyway?" Joyce demanded, her shock turning to anger. "This was supposed to be a private party."
"Sorry, Mom, we didn't see the Reserved sign on the bam door," Timmy apologized mockingly.
"Yes, the maitre' de must have forgotten to put it up," Sally said, the two of them bursting into giggles again.
Joyce's anger began to crack. "I guess it is kind of funny, at that," she said, smiling ruefully at the thought of her and George being caught with their pants down. By her son, no less! At least he was taking it well!
She was suddenly suspicious. "Timmy, why weren't you more upset when you saw me here with George?" she asked her son bluntly.
"Mom, you and Dad may think you've hidden your swinging activities from me, but you haven't," he told her. "I've known about them for at least a couple of years. I think Susie probably suspects, too, by now."
"Well, that's a relief, in a way," she sighed. "Frank and I have been trying to decide just how to tell you and your sister, but it looks like now we won't have to. Why don't we get dressed now, George, and I'll let you get back to work. The show's over for today," she said, turning to address the young man beside her.
Poor George! He was sitting there trying to be inconspicuous, pulling one comer of the rumpled blanket over his bare jewels. He wasn't having much success for Sally, aware of his shyness, was holding on to the other comer so he couldn't get any leeway. He had readily agreed with Joyce's suggestion and looked thoroughly miserable when Sally spoke up saying, "Oh, I don't agree at all, Joyce. Why, Timmy and I were just saying that you two put on such a fine performance that we were tempted to join the cast and try an encore! After all, watching such a show doesn't leave one completely unaffected! " With that she yanked the blanket from George's hands, exposing his limp, pink organ. "It looks like one of the actors is out of costume," Timmy remarked, knowing a little how George must feel. "Maybe a short intermission will give him time to become his old bold self again." There was a round of laughing agreement to this, though the other boy still looked a bit nervous.
Joyce turned to her son. "What did you two do this afternoon? Ruth said you were going to the matinee in town."
Sally and Timmy exchanged an amused glance. "Yes, we did go to the movies, but don't ask me what was playing," Sally said.
Timmy joined in. "You see, Sally wanted to demonstrate something to me."
Joyce had a pretty good idea of what they were talking about, but she wanted to hear them tell it. "What could you possibly have to demonstrate in a theater?" she asked Sally innocently.
Sally was enjoying this immensely. "It started when I was telling Timmy about some of the young men I've counseled in my social work. A lot of my counseling is done--well, after hours, you could say." She glanced at George to see if he knew what she meant. The look of astonishment on his face told her that he did. "I usually don't like to let these kids know where my apartment is, so we meet somewhere away from it," she went on.
The older woman interrupted her. "Are most of these young men?"
"Oh, yes," Sally told her. "I find it much easier to help them when they're young. After nineteen or twenty, they lose a certain boyishness." She sneaked a sidelong glance at George again. He was hanging on every word, his face pink but his eyes very interested. Suddenly she realized it was terribly hot in the loft. "Would anyone mind if I took off my shirt?" she asked, looking around the small group.
"I'm sure no one would mind at all," Joyce responded, knowing exactly what Sally was up to. It was kind of fun for her to watch another woman at work and see what techniques she used.
Sally's shirt joined the pile of clothing on the floor. She was wearing a lacy pink push-up bra that certainly did what its name implied: her luscious, full tits were pushed up to the point of almost falling out, the brownish nipples showing slightly over the edge of lace. George's eyes had nearly popped out of his head when he saw them, but Joyce noticed that Timmy looked at them with an air of possession.
"Now, where was I?" Sally asked. "Oh, yes, I was mentioning that I usually work with young men. Boys grow up in the city so fast that I have to catch them early. Many of my boys are younger than Timmy!" She looked at him coyly, seeing him blush for the first time.
"You know, that's true in California too," Joyce said. "I've found that the older boys are just too--well, knowledgeable."
"I can see that you and I think alike, Joyce," Sally said, smiling at the older woman. "There's something so nice about taking an innocent young man and introducing him to some of the finer things in life. I feel sometimes as if I'm doing a service for the other women in the world."
"I know just what you mean!" Joyce agreed. "I get a kick out of teaching a boy what's what and then turning him loose. And, speaking of the finer things in life, I'd like to introduce you to one of them now." Reaching into George's lap she held out his prick, which she had noticed was coming back to life, and was now standing at half-mast. She gave it a few affectionate squeezes, feeling it grow longer under her touch, then handed it over to Sally.
George stared down at the thing in his lap as if he had never seen it before. He hadn't even felt it getting hard! Sally's soft hands stroking it in a mock handshake made it only grow stiffer, and when she planted a wet, smacking kiss right on the head he felt a thrill go through his loins!
"I'm very glad to make your acquaintance, sir," Sally said solemnly, shaking the great member in her hand. It was still sticky with cum and she wanted a taste of it. She kissed it, smacking her lips and darting her tongue over the head as she did. She wanted to get to know this boy better!
"You still haven't told us what it was you were going to show Timmy in the theater," Joyce reminded her.
"Oh, yes!" Sally returned to her first topic. "Well, I found that the best place to meet my--uh, clients, was in a movie house, during a weekday matinee. Most of the old theaters in the city have a balcony, which is perfect for counseling." She was still holding the older boy's dong, playing with it lightly as she talked, and she noticed that Joyce was edging nearer to Timmy. "First I tried an old trick a friend had told me about with a popcorn box."
Joyce nodded her head. This was what she had expected when Sally started talking. "Is that what you wanted to show Timmy?" she asked.
"Yes, that was part of it," Sally told her.
George broke in, the first time he had said anything since the intrusion into his little love next with Joyce. "What is the trick with the popcorn box?" he asked.
"I'll show you," Timmy said, standing up. He walked over to one comer of the loft and picked up an old discarded box that had once held nails. He had been feeling conspicuous with all his clothes on and wanted an excuse to take some off, or at least to get his bulging dick out of the confines of his jeans. All this talk about the two women teaching boys had him turned on once more! He sat down again, closer to his mother, and said, "It used to be used--probably still is--to get a girl's cunt without anyone knowing. You poke out the bottom of the box," he said, demonstrating with his nail box, "and put it in her lap. If she's wearing pants you can unzip them, or if she's wearing a skirt you just pull it up."
"But I started using it a different way," Sally broke in. "Show him, Timmy."
The boy unzipped his jeans and pried out his stiff cock. Placing the box over it he said triumphantly, "There! Now a chick can play with you and no one will suspect a thing."
"No one will that is, until you start groaning and shooting your load all over the place!" Joyce reminded him. "At least when a girl cums she doesn't spray whoever is sitting in front of her!"
"That's where the second part of my plan comes in," Sally told her. "After I've done that for a while, and the boy is good and ready, I drop something on the floor. Of course, I have to get down and look for it! And if I happen to find something else staring me in the eye while I've down there, I can't help it, can I?"
George was looking at her in disbelief. "Do you-do you--well, you know... " he managed to stammer.
"Do I do this, George?" she asked, sinking her mouth down onto his red, swollen member, sucking it in and out quickly a few times and listening to him groan.
"Yes!" he yelled, sinking back onto the blanket. Sally plopped him out of her mouth and sat up again. "Yes, that's what I do to them. Only they're much quieter than you, George, I must say."
The boy struggled to raise his body, resting his weight on his elbows and regarding her, his inhibitions gone. "I sure wish you hadn't stopped, Sally. I've been wanting to fuck you for the last two years, ever since I've worked here."
"Well!" Sally exclaimed, turning to Joyce. "Don't you teach your boys any manners? He sits here like a bump on a log--and a very big one at that--and then he all of a sudden says he wants to fuck me! What's a girl to think?" she asked, pretending to be angry.
"I always try to tell my boys to be honest," Joyce returned. "But sometimes their passions get the best of them. What do you say we trade pupils and see how good a teacher each other is?" She turned to Timmy, a gleam in her eye.
"That's fine with me, Joyce!" Sally responded. "I'm sure you will find Timmy to your liking!"
The boy in question looked surprised. He hadn't even thought of the logical results of their four-way encounter! But his prick seemed to have anticipated the outcome and was ready and willing to go along with it. Suddenly, as he looked at her compact body, the thought of fucking his mother appealed to him very much.
Joyce was privately very glad of this escapade. She had been watching her son's mental and physical development for the last year or so, and had been pleasantly surprised at the change the last six weeks had made in him. He no longer sulked around the house, looking for any reason to go out, but was cheerful and glad to lend a hand when help was needed. She realized now that Sally had contributed greatly to that change, but much of it was purely physical, too. He no longer looked like a little boy, but like a young man, and she suddenly wanted very much to see him bare-ass naked.
She turned to face him now, moving so that she was sitting in front of him. She slipped her hands under the hem of his T-shirt and stroked his sides, feeling how smooth his skin was. Then she lifted the shirt up and his hands came up so she could pull it off. She raised herself to her knees to do so, stretching high to get it over his long arms, and when the shirt cleared his eyes he found his vision filled with her pointy little breasts.
He brought his hands down to rest on the small mounds, caressing them and playing with the nipples. Leaning forward slightly he took one in his mouth, rolling his tongue around the stiffening nub and biting it playfully. His mother put her arms around his shoulders lightly, stroking his back and arms, then bringing them to his head and pressing it harder into her chest. He repeated his oral treatment on her other breast, eliciting soft moans from the woman. - Sally and George had been watching this tender family scene for a few minutes when Sally felt a large hand on her own breast, trying to work its way into her bra. "There's no more room in there, I'm afraid," she said, showing him the hook that held the lacy contraption together in the front. "Open this and they'll fall out into your waiting hands," she whispered. "They're just aching for you to touch them, George, and suck them and lick them 'til the nipples get all hard!" As she had expected, her words only made him more clumsy in his haste to free them, but he finally succeeded in releasing her gorgeous tits from their cage.
George lay back again as Sally crawled over his body, her melons hanging down and jiggling as she dragged them over his flesh. She let them flop down on his hot pole, using her strong pectoral muscles to entrap his rod and squeeze it between her huge orbs. Releasing his throbbing prick, she moved on up his body, touching his belly and his chest with her warm, soft breasts until she stopped with them dangling above his mouth.
He remembered that Joyce had done the same thing with her tits. But what a difference! These were so magnificent! They seemed as big as twin moons so close to his face as his hands came up to fondle them, barely able to grasp them, though he had large hands. He brought one of the glowing mounds to his mouth, running the nipple over his lips before his tongue came out to lick it, describing tiny circles around the pink hills of wrinkled flesh. Then he opened wide and took a huge mouthful of sweet, soft skin, sucking the rigid nipple deep into his mouth as Sally began to moan, too.
Her smooth, bare legs were rubbing against his eager prick, and her short skirt had worked itself up around her waist and was bunched up on his chest. With one hand she unfastened it and worked it down to where she could kick it off.
George couldn't believe it! Her naked bush was rubbing on his chest now--she had not been wearing panties! She was dripping wet, for he could feel her warm juices trickling onto his belly and down his side. How wonderful it would be to take a bath in those juices! He popped the breast on which he had been sucking out of his mouth and said, "Sally, turn around so I can taste your sweet honeypot!"
Joyce had decided some minutes before that Timmy had had enough of chewing on her luscious tits and had pushed him over to lie down on the floor. She deftly removed his shoes and pants and taking his fully erect prick in her two hands, lowered her mouth over the magnificent head. Her tongue flashed out and covered his manhood with fevered licks as she took his balls in one hand and played with them, rolling the hard nuts around in her palm. Then, quickly, she was on him, swallowing his fat dick deep into her throat and sucking for all she was worth! She was so absorbed in what she was doing that she nearly forgot where she was!
George's voice broke in on Joyce's consciousness. He certainly had gotten over his shyness! She had been oblivious to everything but the feel of her son's wonderful cock in her hungry mouth and the taste of his sex mingled with Sally's, until George's voice had roused her. She glanced up to see Sally's bare bottom turning around over George's prostate form and her pendulous boobs appearing. She returned her attention to her son as his pelvis started to move in time with her sucking motions.
She had never tasted a cock that was better than the fat, bulging joint in her mouth now. It was true that forbidden fruits were the best! She had argued with Frank that they should be the ones to introduce their children to sex, but he had disagreed on the basis of incest. But she knew now that he was wrong! This boy had come out of her womb fifteen years ago, and today he was going to go back in!
Timmy was having similar feelings. At first the idea had seemed strange, but the more he thought about it the hotter he grew! Here he was, a young boy, about to screw his mother, with her urging him on! He was shoving his turgid rod into her mouth now, and suddenly he wanted to taste her juicy cunt, the very place from where he had entered the world!
He struggled to a sitting position, his mother not missing a stroke of her hot mouth on his lunging dick. He held her trembling body as he leaned over her and told her what he wanted.
"Mother, I want you to lay back and let me eat your pussy. I want to run my tongue all over your crack, over the swollen Ups and deep into your hole. Then I want to suck on your clit and make you cum all over me!"
His words in her ear drove her wild with desire! She obeyed him without question, and was glad when he once again deposited his precious cock in her waiting mouth, then proceeded to attack her slit like it had never been done before!
He did all he had said and more! His tongue was everywhere at once, moving like lightning around her aching twat. His big organ was moving in her mouth, too, and she felt him thrusting two fingers as far into her yawning cunt as they would go and groaned as he began pumping them into her, deeper with each thrust!
She knew she wasn't going to last long under this kind of treatment! George had already lit the spark, but Timmy was fanning her passions into a full-out, raging fire! It raced throughout her body, making her super-sensitive, and every touch seemed to leave a searing wound on her skin. His belly was crushing her tender breasts, his cock in her mouth was piercing her very soul! She was writhing under the ferocious attack of his mouth and fingers, moaning and breathing heavily as she approached that heavenly release. Then she was almost fainting, cumming in waves of bliss that threatened to crush the fingers trapped in her joy box! Timmy increased his licking, lapping at her abused crotch as if he would never stop! Then suddenly his fingers were gone and his surging prick jerked out of her mouth.
"I can't wait any longer, Mother!" he cried. "I have to fuck you now or I'll die!!"
Able to talk once more, Joyce panted, "Yes, Timmy, fuck me now. That load of hot cum you have in your juicy dick belongs in my cunt, so put it there right away!"
Now it was Sally's turn to be carried away by the other woman's cries of overwhelming passion. She was stretched out full length on the body of the older boy, her tongue working its way around his manly pole, his face completely covered by her drenched twat. She looked up at the other couple just in time to see Timmy's cock, loaded to the gills and looking as if it would start shooting any second, disappear into the vagina of the woman under his fevered body. She watched as he pumped his tool into his mother and saw Joyce's hips rising to meet the boy's pounding thrusts, groans and sighs coming from both of them. The sight and sounds made her almost forget what she was doing, for just as Timmy was shoving his meat into Joyce's eager box, George pushed two fingers into Sally's, and she felt she were watching herself being fucked. Then she realized that she still had a gorgeous prick in her hand and promptly clamped her mouth over it, forgetting the scene she had just witnessed when she tasted George's sex and the remains of Joyce's cum on his hot rod, and let out a long, low moan of pleasure.
The bam was quiet except for the soft, wet sounds of sucking, the slurp of Timmy's dick as it moved in his mother's cunt, and the moans and groans from the four excited people. They all heard at the same time the sound of Clara's voice calling, "Sally! Sally! Are you out here?"
"Oh, shit," the girl muttered, dropping George's prick from her mouth as he tried to sit up with her legs still clenched around his head. "Be quiet, everyone! I'll get rid of her," she whispered to the startled group.
"I'll be right there, Mother, just as soon as I finish this hand. We're up here in the loft playing gin," she lied, hoping her mother wouldn't want to investigate.
"That's all right, dear," Clara answered. "I only wanted to remind you that you said you would help me with dinner. Your Aunt Ruth went to lie down for a while and it's time to go pick the vegetables for tonight. I'll be in the kitchen when you're ready." "Okay, Mom, I'll be down in five minutes." They heard Clara's footsteps recede as she left the bam.
They all breathed a sigh of relief, Sally wailing, "Damn! I was so close to cumming! And now I have to go!"
"You still have five minutes," Joyce reminded her from her position under her son. "George should be able to get you off in that time!"
"Sure, Sally, the least I can do is try," George agreed. He was sorry to see her go without that bit of satisfaction and without waiting for an answer, went to work again on her swollen twat as she sat there.
Sally gave in to his tongue and found she was just as hot as when they had stopped! In fact, the close call had made her even more excited as she thought of her mother's reaction to the orgy in the bam! Then George's fingers were inside her again, plunging into her pulsing hole, and he sucked her rigid clit until he felt her pelvis bucking, pushing her cunt into his face until she nearly broke his nose! Then she was cumming, gasping and panting as a tremendous tide of fulfillment washed over her! She sat on his face, panting and trying to get her breath back, then jumped up and pulled her clothes on.
"Sorry that I've got to run as soon as you've eaten," she quipped, looking at the boy's unhappy face and bulging crank. "Maybe Joyce can find something to do with that swelling you've got there. She's very good with things like that, I hear." With that remark she disappeared down the ladder and ran out of the bam.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The three people watched Sally hurry down the ladder. Then Joyce, still pinned under Timmy's sweating body, turned her head and looked at the other boy. "Well, George, do you want to take Sally's advice?" she asked with a smile.
George was in a daze. It had all happened so fast! First she was here, sucking him off and enjoying his mouth on her twat, and now she was gone! His erection was going fast, too, and he looked dismally at the woman remaining in the loft. "I don't know how much good I'd do you now, Joyce," he said glumly. "It looks like you're pretty well tied up, anyway."
"I think I might be able to find room for one more, George," she told him, studying his fading cock. "But it looks like your friend is pooped out."
"Now, Mother, don't you think there's some way you could bring his dick back to life?" Timmy teased her, excited at the thought of both of them assaulting his mother's body. He thought fast, then said, "Here, I'll tell you what. I'll lie down on my back and you can sit on me, and George can stick his prick in your mouth. I know you'd like that very much!" He didn't tell her that he had seen her doing this very thing with his father and one of their so-called business acquaintances, only a week before he had left California for the summer!
"I think that would work very well, Timmy," Joyce agreed, "but maybe George here doesn't want to."
"Oh, I do, Joyce! I got a little scared when Clara came out, but I'm still as hot as ever!" the older boy assured her eagerly.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Timmy asked, pulling his fat cock out of his mother's twat and flopping down on the soft hay. "I think I'm going to like this! It's the first time I've gotten to lie down on the job!"
Laughing at his frankness, Joyce straddled her son and brought his sticky, pulsing dick back to her steaming cunt. She had nearly had an orgasm from watching Sally get hers and she wanted to delay the action no longer! She settled herself onto Timmy's thick joint with a sigh.
"Oh, how I love to have your fucker in my hole! Now come here, you big country cunt-licker, and let me get ahold of your crank!" she ordered the other boy, who was standing near, waiting his turn.
He did as he was told, standing in front of her with his muscular legs planted on either side of Timmy's body, and offered his limp organ for her inspection. She took it in one hand and bounced it lightly in the palm of her hand as it began to grow again. Then she took it in her mouth, smelling Sally's flowery perfume on his balls. The scent of another woman on his manhood made her want to swallow him whole! She sucked at his member, feeling it twitch and fill out in her mouth until it was in its full glory once more.
George grabbed her head to control her movements. This was the first time he had been sucked to rigidity and the way his dick had swollen in her mouth until it was full to bursting almost made him cum then and there! But he wanted to save himself, knowing that she had just begun. He held her head still until he felt the flow of passion subside a little, then loosened his grip and let her lick and suck him all she wanted.
Timmy gazed up at the scene above him. George's legs were spread wide and he could see right up to his mother's mouth, now working along the length of the huge prick with little kisses and laps of her tongue. At the same time she began to move her pelvis from side to side and around in a circle, sliding his bulging cock around in her juicy slit.
The young boy couldn't believe how exciting it was to watch his mother sucking on that enormous prick! She had wrapped one arm around a sturdy leg to steady herself and was holding the thick shaft of George's huge dick in the other, moving her hand on it as her mouth wound its way over the red, swollen head.
Timmy was remembering the feel of that mouth on his own juicy member and began pumping his hard cock into Joyce's cunt. He reached down between George's legs and found his mother's rigid clit and rubbed it fiercely, hearing her moan around the big rod in her mouth.
The older woman an was in heaven! As much as she loved fucking young boys she had never had the opportunity to make it with two at the same time. She was sobbing in ecstasy now as George began to tease her, holding her head again and pulling his mighty cock all the way out of her mouth, letting it rest on her open lips. She strained forward, trying to grab it with her mouth once more, but he held her firmly away and said, "Do you want my cock, Joyce? Do you want to suck it and make it cum in your hot mouth?"
"Yes--yes!" she cried, fighting his grasp.
"Then tell me! Beg me to let you!" he demanded.
Joyce was pleading. "Please, please let me suck on your big beautiful prick, George. I want to make you cum deep in my throat! PLEASE!!"
He let go of her head and she lunged forward, taking his stiff organ in one gulp. The soft head was in her throat, blocking off her air, but she still strained to take it all, and was rewarded by the feel of his pubic hair on her cheek. She bounced her head up and down on his slippery pole as fast as she could, sucking her cheeks in and tightening her lips to form a tight circle around his rod.
Timmy's young cock had jerked and then swollen even more when he heard the brutal interchange between the two above him. He looked up again to see Joyce's head twisting and turning around the purple rod extending from George's loins. He could see the veins standing out on it as her movements brought it into view. He stared at the gigantic thing, his own meat pounding into his mother's cunt, yelling "Fuck me, mother! Suck his big fat cock and FUCK ME! Ah--ah--I'm--going--to--cum--soon! " George arched his back as Timmy cried out. His words sparked an explosion in the older boy's loins and he felt his hot load burning its way down the shaft of his boiling prick and into Joyce's mouth. Then he was yelling, too, his voice drowning out the woman's cries that were muffled by his shooting rod! He pressed her head deep into his crotch, forcing her to hold his prick in her mouth as he shot her full of his hot jism.
Joyce felt George's molten cum searing a path down her throat to her belly just seconds before Timmy's joint exploded into her writhing snatch and his steaming liquid met George's deep in her body. She screamed as the double onslaught of love juices brought her own climax crashing down onto her and she shook and trembled, tears running down her face. Timmy was still pumping load after load of his cum into her as she swallowed the last drops of George's and he sank to the floor. As soon as Timmy's organ was drained she followed George's lead, and the two boys held her close between their contented, warm bodies as all three drifted on a sea of bliss.
Susie and Alice climbed up to the loft through the trap door at the far end. "Ssh," Alice whispered, leading the way to the secret room she had built out of bales of hay. "Don't let them hear us!" They climbed to the top of a high mound of bales and into Alice's private enclosure just under the rafters. It had only three walls, but it hid them from sight as they watched the scene below.
They had come in several minutes earlier, hot and dusty from riding their ponies all day. Hearing noises from the loft they had climbed the ladder to investigate. But when they had seen the goings-on they decided to go back down and come up again farther away, and go up to Alice's room which was a very good vantage point from which to watch the fun.
"Wow! Look at that!" Alice exclaimed softly as Timmy stood up from his mother's body, his prick standing out thick and hard in front of him. Even from a distance they could see that it was wet and sticky from her slippery cunt. "He's been fucking your mother!"
"I guess he can do her if he can do me," Susie replied, smitten with a twinge of jealousy. She had told her cousin about last night's adventure with her brother when they had stopped in the woods to eat their lunch. They hadn't gone much further, for Susie's vivid description of Timmy's actions had aroused them both so much that they couldn't let their chance go by. They had spent the last couple of hours amusing themselves with Susie's book and each other's hot little boxes. The ride home in their bare-backed ponies had done nothing to lessen their excitement, and as they watched the threesome below they removed their clothes and went to work on their hungry twats once more.
Alice was again staring at her cousin's prick, amazed at the size of it. She had had a crush on Timmy for a long time, and seeing him naked, his manhood erect and throbbing as he lay down on a pile of hay, made her cunt fires leap and bum fiercely. Her hand stole into her crack as she leaned against a bale of hay; she wanted to do this herself, without Susie's help, so she could fantasize about his fat rod fucking its way into her virgin twat.
Susie was just as happy to leave Alice alone. She was mad that her mother had been fucking Timmy; with her twelve-year-old logic she reasoned that her brother was hers alone. When she saw her mother approach him again and sit down on his legs, his beautiful prick sinking into her juicy box, Susie wanted to scream and yell at her not to! But when the older woman seemed to be paying more attention to George, sucking his little dick and holding onto him like that, she knew she somehow had to get him away from her. She watched the tiny worm grow into a huge staff, throbbing and pulsing with hot juice, and vowed to herself she would somehow get him!
Susie glanced at Alice scornfully. How could she be banging away at herself at a time like this? The other girl's eyes were glassy and there were soft moans coming from her half-open mouth. One hand was making large, slow circles around the outer lips of her creamy box. Susie's passions had been extinguished by her jealousy, but now, watching her nubile young cousin working herself into a frenzy, she felt herself kindling again. She decided to enjoy herself a little while she waited for her mother to finish off the two boys.
She jumped to the top of the wall of the little enclosure and sat down leaning back on a bale set upright at the corner. The hay was scratchy on her bare bottom and she wiggled around, trying to get comfortable. Finally she was, and spreading her legs apart, knees bent, she gazed at the activity below her, wondering if one of the groaning trio might look up here and see her.
She decided that no one would. They were far too engrossed in their rampant lust to be aware of anything else! Her mother was sucking madly at George's huge prick and bouncing up and down on Timmy's swollen rod. The two boys were responding with zeal, and some of their lust communicated itself to Susie, who felt a prickling in her twat that wasn't caused by hay. Soon she was twiddling away at her own fevered cunt, staring at the three-way lovemaking session going on before her eyes.
Suddenly she realized how she could get back at her mother for fucking Timmy. She had a plan! Momentarily putting aside her own passion she scrambled down from the wall and ran over to Alice. She shook the girl, gradually getting her attention away from the spectacle. "Listen! I have a plan," she said to her curious cousin, telling her the details in a hushed whisper.
Alice giggled, "Do you really think it will work?"
Susie was sure it would. "All we have to do is wait until they've all cum. They won't know what hit them!"
The girls' imaginations were fired by Susie's scheme and their cunts hot from their own manipulations. When they saw and heard the two boys and one woman cumming they exchanged secretive smiles.
Standing on the wall of hay, the two girls watched as George and Timmy cuddled Joyce between them. It was perfect! Susie nodded to Alice; with a loud "Whoop!" they were off.
Three startled faces turned toward the far side of the loft. There were two young, naked girls, jumping and sliding down the mountain of baled hay that filled the loft. The girls were yelling and whistling, the sounds reaching to the rafters, their hair flying and their small tits bouncing as they fell. Joyce suddenly recognized them--it was Susie and Alice! But what were they doing?
She soon found out. The girls landed on the floor and raced to the three bodies lying close together. Alice pounced on her cousin Timmy, Susie on George, and they tore them away from Joyce and began to shower the astonished boys with kisses and caresses! They were like demons, covering the boys' bodies with their own warm flesh, crawling all over them. The boys soon began to respond as each of the girls zeroed in on the shrivelled prick of their respective captives. Using her own technique--Susie by squeezing and licking George's dong and Alice by sucking Timmy's into her throat--each girl soon had a stiff, yearning cock in her possession. Then George and Timmy each found himself confronted with a dripping wet twelve-year-old cunt, and they each made the best of a good situation and dug in.
Joyce, after she got over her initial surprise, watched the proceedings with an amused smile. This day had certainly been full of surprises! She had never seen such a novel approach--first the noisy attack and then the silent capture and victory--and was glad for the girls that the boys were young and virile, easily aroused even so soon after what she knew had been earth-shaking climaxes. For herself, she was out of the running for a while, and she stood and walked over to the discarded blanket and sat down to enjoy the sights.
Timmy had recovered quickly from his surprise at feeling his limp dick in Alice's soft mouth. He was sure Susie had engineered the whole thing, though he knew that Alice had been infatuated with him for several years. What he couldn't understand was the ease with which she awakened his slumbering prick--she had always seemed so shy and innocent! He knew his sister was behind this somehow, too, but he was becoming too aroused to think about it!
When her pink, swollen snatch appeared above his face, begging to be devoured, he realized his desire for her was real, not just because she had given him a hard-on. He licked gently at her tender, fleshy bud and dipped his tongue into her clean tasting, virginal box. But she wanted more than a lick and a promise and wiggled her crotch in his face until he took her clit in his mouth and sucked it hard. She sighed and relaxed, pumping his swelling cock into her mouth and letting her tongue play over it as she did.
Alice was so glad Susie had suggested this! It was heavenly having Timmy's prized possession in her mouth, tasting the heady mixture of his and Joyce's cum. And the things he was doing to her treasure box! He was lapping at it now, his broad tongue covering it from end to end and adding a teasing twist when he touched her almost painfully sensitive clit. His hands were stroking her legs then moving up to knead her small, firm buttocks, one finger plying the long crack and coming to rest for a moment on her little wrinkled asshole. They moved on up across her back and down her sides to end up cupping her newly-formed breasts. His hands were so gentle and loving! Her heart was pounding with excitement and love for her cousin. He must really like her if he would treat her so tenderly, not in the brutal way Susie had told her about!
George, however, was having his troubles. This had been quite a mind-blowing afternoon for him, first with Joyce's expert seduction; then with Sally's stories of her exploits in the Big Apple and consequent demonstration of her techniques by Timmy and his magical popcorn box. And then right in the middle of eating each other out, to have Sally coolly get up to help her mother fix dinner! The fact that Joyce had taken on both remaining boys, one of them her own son, had been the final blow to him mind as well as his body. He responded mechanically to Susie's caresses, his young cock growing under the touch of her hands and mouth, but his mind was numb from the shock and surprise of all that had gone on that afternoon in the once-peaceful bam. When she offered him her warm, wet pussy he could only nibble at it half-heartedly though he knew by the way she crushed herself onto his face that she expected much more.
Susie was about ready to cry! Although his huge, sticky cock had responded readily enough, she knew by the way he just lay there, barely licking at her hot, homy cunt, that his heart wasn't in it. She had wanted so desperately to prove to her mother that she was just as able to turn a man on and get him off! But this big lug didn't even seem to care that she was trying her best to arouse him as her mother had! She glanced up and saw that Alice was having no trouble at all with Timmy; the two were locked into an embrace, their bodies writhing together and low sighs and moans escaping from their busy mouths. She noticed that Timmy was working a finger into the other girl's tender young ass, and that Alice was obviously enjoying it, her little ass sticking out to accept the burrowing member.
Susie figured that this might do the trick for her, too. Sliding a finger into her mouth alongside George's swollen prick, she wet it and wiggled it down past his balls until it came into contact with the wrinkled hole in the boy's bottom. It was a tight squeeze, for George didn't open his legs for her, not aware of what her target was.
When the boy felt her long, skinny finger worming its way into his virgin asshole he couldn't figure out what was happening. Suddenly awareness burst upon him as her wiggling finger plumbed the depths of his dark cave. He had never experienced such a delightful sensation! Everything fell into place as his confused mind cleared and he was able to accept all the bizarre events of the day. He realized in a flash that everything was okay. The ages or relationships of the people involved in the experience didn't matter-all that was - important was that they enjoy themselves! With this hedonistic thought in his mind he was able to turn his attention to the aching twat that covered his face. He gladly lapped at the swollen cunt-lips and rammed his tongue into the quivering box, his hands roaming over Susie's grateful body, responding fully now to the young girl.
She knew that George was awake and hot when he attacked her wanting clit and stabbed a long, work-worn finger into her waiting cunt, his hips thrusting his enormous cock into her eagerly sucking mouth. He was so much bigger than Timmy! She was unable to take much more than the red throbbing head, so she compensated by twisting her head around frantically, assaulting the rigid member from every angle possible. She was rubbing her tiny breasts over his belly as she moved her head and torso, and her nipples were so hard from excitement that she thought they would bruise his flesh! Her finger was still working away in his ass, pumping deep into his bowels and turning this way and that.
His by now experienced tongue was making its burning way around her vulva and he had two fingers buried in her twat, pounding at it with all his strength. Suddenly he thrust them in as far as they would go and, sucking her joy button into his mouth, he vibrated his hand in her dripping cunt. She began to breathe in short gasps, the sudden onslaught too much for her. "Unh--unh--al--aah--AAH!" she screamed around his cock, almost dropping if from her mouth as she came with force. Her cunt was contracting on his quivering fingers, still moving deep inside the young girl. Her explosive orgasm was slowing as the girl relaxed, but she still gasped each time his tongue touched her ultra-sensitive bud. Her head fell onto his leg, her mouth still holding his pulsing cock as she sighed. She was almost purring, a humming "Mmmm... " sound coming from her mouth each time she exhaled. The humming only helped to increase George's desire and, taking his pussy-drenched face from her satiated cunt he said demandingly, "Susie, turn around and come up here. I want to fuck you, now! " Timmy heard those words and wondered if Alice was ever going to have enough of chewing on his turgid piece. She had already cum once, quietly but convulsively, shoving her burning crotch down onto his face and increasing her attack on his prick. She hadn't stopped even when spent, though he had tried to urge her to quit. Timmy was enjoying it, of course, but he, too, wanted to feel his thick organ in her virgin's cunt. He wanted to pop her cherry and introduce her to the bliss she was born to experience! Alice had turned out to be a warm, sensual creature; he had loved fucking the other women, to be sure, but this time it was somehow different. If he had been religious he would have said he was in touch with Alice's soul. Whatever it was, it made him feel tender and protective toward her, while at the same time it increased his passion for her tenfold!
Alice wasn't even thinking anymore, completely entranced by the feel and the smell and the taste of Timmy's beautiful organ. She nursed his prick, her motions almost instinctive, and was hardly even aware of her own orgasm, though it rocked her body with spasms of ecstasy.
George's words burned across her mind, making her aware of what she was doing. Of course he was speaking for Timmy, too! Feeling a little guilty, she gave the wonderful dick in her mouth one last lick with her fiery tongue and scrambled around, coming to rest in the crook of his arm as he turned toward her.
"Oh, Timmy, I'm sorry!" she breathed. "I--I got carried away with myself. Your cock is fantastic! I love to suck on it and feel it hot and hard, shoving into my mouth!"
Timmy hugged her tightly to him, smiling at her youthful enthusiasm. "I have to admit that I didn't mind it at all," he confessed, drawing back to look at her. "You played my crank like a pro! I'm surprised it didn't start singing!"
That made her giggle. "What do you think it would have sung?" she asked, all wide-eyed innocence.
"Oh, probably something like 'Come on, baby, light my fire'," he teased. Serious again, he said gently, "Alice, I do want to make love to you. You're a virgin, aren't you?"
Alice dropped her eyes to his chest, stroking it lightly with one finger. "Yes, I am," she admitted quietly. "Why do you want to know?"
"I just wanted you to know that I'm going to be gentle with you," he told her, smiling again. "I want your first time to be good!"
"Great!" Alice was cheerful again. She had been so afraid he would refuse to touch her if she was a virgin! She exclaimed gaily, looking him straight in the eye, "Let's fuck!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Frank and Harry walked up to the farmhouse, Jason trailing along after them. Clara came out to greet them,, wiping her hands on her apron. "How was the fishing?" she asked, "did you catch enough for breakfast in the morning?"
"We caught more than enough!" Harry replied in his loud voice. "Between the three of us we got twelve of the prettiest trout you've ever seen. Jason here caught two himself! " Clara smiled at him as her husband shuffled up to her, proudly displaying his two fish. "Why, Jason, that's wonderful!" Then, turning to the other two, she asked, "Aren't you men awfully hot and thirsty? Come on in the kitchen and have a beer before you clean those smelly things," she finished, pointing to the string of fish in Harry's hand.
"Now, that's a very good idea," replied Frank, leading the way.
Clara opened two cans of beer for the men and gave Jason a glass of lemonade. "Did you go to the fishing hole you used to go to when you were boys?" she asked Frank as he gulped his beer.
"Yes, the very one," he replied, "there's just as many fish there now as there were then, too!"
"I haven't had a chance all summer to go out there," Harry told them, shaking his head. "I thought it was pretty well fished out until today. "Well," he said, putting down his empty can, "we'd better get those babies cleaned, and ourselves, too, in time for dinner!"
"Jason and I will go put the tackle away and then come back to help you." Frank said. "Say, where is everybody? It's awfully quiet around her this afternoon."
"Oh, they're all up in the hayloft having a game of gin rummy," Clara answered. "Except Ruth, she's upstairs resting, and Sally, who's out in the garden picking beans for dinner. "
"Are the girls out there, too?" Frank wanted to know.
"I saw them bring their ponies in a little while ago, so I guess they're still out there," was her reply.
"We'll have to look in on them," said Frank. "Many's the afternoon we spent up there, eh, Harry?"
"That's the truth, Frank," Hank replied with a grin. "Only we were more likely to be fighting than playing cards!"
Frank and Jason left the house and, picking up their poles and gear, headed for the bam while Harry set to work cleaning the fish they had brought in. Several of the bam cats wandered over to inspect his work and offer their assistance in cleaning up.
Frank was whistling softly as he walked, feeling contented. The men had spent a quiet afternoon talking and joking. Harry had been most interested in Frank's stories about his life in California and about the people he and Joyce brought into their home for fun and games. He had admitted to his older brother several years ago that their marriage was not what one would call 'normal'; Harry had been shocked, then intrigued, to learn that his brother belonged to the group of people known as 'swingers.' He had pumped Frank for information and details, and every time they came for a visit Frank had to tell him about their latest escapades. He had often wondered what his brother was seeking, and realized that it probably brought a little excitement into what seemed to be a rather dull marriage. Oh, Ruth was a fine woman, but Frank knew she was most likely not very inspired in bed.
The two men had often talked openly in front of Jason, and Frank studied his brother now as they walked. He wondered if Jason had any idea of what they were saying in those conversations, and felt a sudden stab of pity for his unfortunate brother. It was common knowledge among the adults in the family that he had no interest in his wife sexually, and Frank now tried to figure out if the man had any sexual feelings at all. He doubted it, but you never knew in these cases.
Frank dismissed the thought as they reached the bam and began cleaning up the rods and putting things away. He heard soft voices from the loft and a childish giggle, and decided to go up and kibbitz. But when his head cleared the floor of the loft he saw something quite different from the card game he had expected!
The first thing that caught his eye was his wife Joyce, sitting on a blanket, smiling and rubbing her exposed crotch. His first thought was that they were playing strip poker, but when he followed her gaze he saw he was mistaken. There on the floor, naked as jaybirds and fucking away happily were two couples--Timmy with his cousin Alice and Susie with the farm hand--what was his name? George, that was it! He quickly clambered up onto the floor and went to sit by his wife.
"Hi, honey," she greeted him. "How was the fishing?"
"Mine was pretty good," he answered. "How was yours?"
Joyce laughed. "Would you believe this is the third round for those boys? I quit after a couple of times myself."
"It looks as though they could probably go a couple more," Frank mused, watching his son pumping his hard cock into Alice's little cunt. "How did all this get started?"
"It was just supposed to be a simple, one-to-one seduction," she told him. "I brought George up here not long after lunch. But we were joined by our son and Sally an hour or so later. She and I discovered that we have the same taste for young boys." She paused, smiling at the memory. "You really should talk to her sometime--she comes up with some very creative ideas."
"You know, Clara told me there was a gin game going on up here," Frank said.
"Oh, that!" Joyce laughed. "She came out and wanted Sally to help with dinner. She didn't know it, but Sally was just about to cum when Clara called her. Was she mad! But she had George suck her off in two minutes, then went trotting merrily away! She told her mother we were playing cards." Frank was amused. "She sounds like you when I was first introducing you to the scene," he commented.
"Yes, she is, in a way," the woman agreed. "Well, there I was, with two big cocks staring me in the face--and I do mean big! Frank, our son inherited some of your best characteristics," she said, placing a hand on his crotch and fondling him through his pants. "It was Timmy who suggested the arrangements, and everything worked out quite well, I must say." She stopped again, grinning at the man next to her.
"I guess this solves the problem of what to tell the children," her husband said, a bit ruefully. "But what were the girls doing all this time? They don't look as if they would just sit back and watch!"
"No, they do like to get involved, don't they?" Joyce responded. "That was a complete surprise to all of us. Those two little minxes were up on the top of that pile of hay, watching us for God knows how long! And just when we were done and were resting, they came whooping and hollering down the pile, naked, mind you, and literally attacked the boys." She was laughing aloud now, hardly able to talk. "I didn't think the boys had anything left to give, but somehow those two got them going again."
Frank pictured the scene as best he could, then gave up trying--it was too unbelievable. "Whose idea was it?" he asked.
"I think it was Susie's. Alice is too shy to think up something like that, but she'll follow Susie anywhere." They watched the couples for a few moments as they writhed and groaned, Timmy and Alice side by side and Susie bouncing on George's broad pelvis. "I think Alice and Timmy have something going for them besides sex," Joyce remarked. "He's been very gentle with her--she was a virgin until a few minutes ago. He reminded me of you when you popped my cherry, all those years ago."
Her hand in his crotch became more insistent and he began treating her in a similar fashion as they watched their children and friends banging away.
None of the four children were aware of Frank's approach. Timmy and Alice were lost in their own private world of bodily communion, as if they had been fucking for years. He had been very gentle with the girl, stroking and massaging her from head to toe, planting kisses in every crevice and curve of her body until she was tingling all over in anticipation. Then he had settled on her breasts, taking each one in his mouth and holding it for a few seconds before he began sucking them, gently at first, then harder and harder as her nipples grew rigid and she begged him to stop, then begged him to go on forever. He was stroking the insides of her thighs at the same time, coming closer and closer to her yearning bud but never quite touching it, no matter how she wriggled her pelvis to bring her aching clit in contact with his teasing hands. He lay his long body on top of hers, his trembling prick at the door of her never-entered chamber, and whispered to her to raise her legs and bend them. When she had done that, he carefully rolled on his side, bringing her with him, his rod still pressed to her cavity. She was glowing with desire, urging him to enter her: "Timmy, put it in me please! I want you so bad, I can't wait another second! Please, Timmy, do it--Aaiieee! Oh--oh--Timmy no! It hurts! Ah-ah-AH!" He was in her, thrusting through her thick membrane to tear away the last shreds between his prick and her joy. She was sobbing, her hot tears falling on his shoulder as he held her close, whispering in her ear, "it's over, baby, that's all the hurt. From now on it's only pleasure!"
He knew there might be more pain as he started to move again, and he wanted to get it over with quickly. He began moving in her slippery cunt, her juices mixing with her blood to make it wetter. She gasped in agony a few times, but her cries of pain soon gave way to low moans of pleasure as she warmed to the feeling in her invaded box.
Alice was astounded by the feelings raging through her body. She had expected some pain but not that searing, burning agony! She had wanted him to stop when she felt that, and when he had begun to first move inside her, but the pain had gradually given way to the glow that came from his repeated thrusts. He wasn't entering her too deeply yet, but each move of his hips pushed his well lubricated crank farther into her eager cunt. She couldn't even remember the pain, now! She felt as if she had been waiting for this moment all her life, and she began to match his moves with hers as her passions continued to mount.
Susie and George had both looked up when they heard Alice's first cry of pain. The boy wanted to help her, thinking something was seriously wrong and not understanding how Timmy could be oblivious to her agony. But Susie had stopped him, saying, "don't be silly, George. Just wait a minute and see what happens." They soon heard the tortured girl's cries turn to sounds of pleasure and lust, and went back to their own activities, a smile between them.
Susie hadn't quite known what to do with George's huge cock when she took her mouth off of it and saw it hard and pulsing. It had been so tiny when she started! That was her first indication to never judge a man's penis when it was soft. She thought of him sticking that great long thing into her and winced.
"George," she said, studying the problem," I think the best thing for us to do is for me to sit on top of you. That way I can stop when I have all of that--that pole of yours in me that I can take. I sure didn't realize you had such a gigantic prong!"
George agreed it was probably the best way, and soon the girl was astride his body, struggling to put the head of his surging dick into her little hole. She was still a little sore from last night, but she was determined to finish what she had started! Screwing up her courage, she let herself down onto his bulging prick in one swift movement.
She gasped as the breath was almost knocked out of her. She hadn't even come near his groin yet, but she was full to overflowing with his great member! She waiting until she had her breath back and slowly, carefully began to move herself up and down the shaft of his throbbing meat. Soon she was moving easily, and she realized that as she relaxed his dick disappeared farther into her stretching cunt with each move. In minutes she was bouncing on him her breath coming in gasps as his cock burrowed into her raging cunt and sparked of the fire in her lions.
George had been ready to take her any way she suggested, even if she had wanted to do it standing on her head and singing the 'Star Spangled Banner'! She had gotten him so worked up with her mouth that when she plunked herself down on his turgid piece he had almost shot his wad into her tight, grasping cunt. Somehow he had been able to hold on, and as the first wave passed he entered into the spirit of things and decided he would give her a ride she would never forget!
Their lovemaking was the opposite of Timmy and Alice's. Where the other couple were tender and gentle with each other, moving with a slow sensuality, George and Susie were almost brutal in their treatment of each other. They were rambunctious, their thighs slapping together with an audible sound as Susie let her weight drop to his lap, then hoisted herself the length of his fevered dick, her dripping box making a slurping sound on his cock that brought a giggle from both of them. They were both enjoying the ride now, having fun as their passions burned higher and they each came closer to cumming. Their squeals of delight rang through the room, mingling with the moans and soft sounds of pleasure coming from the other couple. All four were building to a climax, and their excitement was contagious, bouncing back and forth from pair to pair and reaching the man and woman sitting together on the side.
Frank's hand was deep in Joyce's crotch by now, pleasing his wife with little tricks he had learned through their years of sexual experimentation. He knew just what to do to bring her to the verge of cumming, then letting her down only to raise her higher. He was using all those tricks now, and she was responding by wriggling under his touch, her hand inside his pants returning the favor. They played with each other, the scene before them adding immensely to their pleasure in each other.
None of them saw that Jason was getting his kicks, too. He had followed Frank up the ladder quietly and had stared in utter amazement at the group in the loft. His cock immediately swelled in his overalls, and he sat down on a handy bale of hay and pulled his dong out of his fly, stroking it as he had done when he saw the girls in the woods, his eyes glassy.
The four children on the floor were going at each other hot and heavy. Susie had long since collapsed on George's chest, unable to support herself on her arms any longer. Their bouncing had given way to earnest fucking, his loaded cock flashing in and out of her burning cunt so fast you could hardly see it. Timmy's slow thrusts had increased and were now short, quick jabs as he groaned into Alice's hair; the young girl could only repeat his name as the heavenly tide of her release swept all thoughts from her mind. Then they were both cumming, Timmy's body jerking as his load shot into the virgin's constricting cunt. It felt as if her twat was milking his spurting prick, urging it to give more and more of his hot juices into her bottomless cave!
If Alice's cunt was milking Timmy's sodden member dry, she didn't know anything about it. She didn't know anything at all, for her mind was turned off and all her senses were turned full on! Her whole body was cumming, throbbing with her joy and pulsing in time with Timmy's shooting rod! She was gasping for breath, her body arched in tenseness, and as her orgasm released her tension she relaxed into Timmy's embrace, wanting to crawl inside his body and be part of him forever.
Frank had seen that his son was about to explode into Alice's young cunt and that his wife was watching the couple avidly, her hand on his prick urging him to imitate the boy. He knew that if he moved his fingers just so, Joyce would cream in his hand, and as Timmy's body jerked as his cum spurted into the girl's waiting cunt, Frank brought his wife to a tumultuous orgasm! She moved her hand faster on his stiff rod as she felt herself giving way, wanting to make him cum, too, but he held himself in check, having other things in mind. He had been watching his young daughter riding her lover's cock and he knew that even if she came with him that she would soon be ready for another bout, and he wanted to be there when she was.
Susie could not have known about her father's plans for her, for she was lost in the passion that wracked her small frame. George's pole had worn a groove in her tender box, and he was preparing to fill her even fuller with his jism. The two were hardly moving now, for even the tiniest motion brought spasms of ecstasy to their incredibly hot bodies. Suddenly the boy shouted, "That's IT!! I--I'm--Oh, dear God!" He lunged upward, his cock expanding as it filled Susie's cavern with load after load of his steaming hot cum! She came as he did, gladly accepting his love juices as her pulsating cunt sucked them deep into her belly. His vision blurred as he exploded into her, then he collapsed, exhausted after his third violent orgasm in as many hours. He was completely spent, not even having the energy to return Susie's adoring caresses as the passion of her own orgasm subsided, leaving her relaxed but full of energy and playful.
The girl looked up when she realized that George was far beyond being able to respond to her affection. She said to no one in particular, "What a party pooper! All he can do is go to sleep," complaining about the unfairness of it all. Then she saw that Alice and her brother were in much the same state as George, locked together in an embrace that looked as if it would go on for a long time. She looked in the direction where she had last seen her mother, and was surprised to see her father there, too, their hands in each other's laps and his rigid dick winking at her.
"When did you get here?" she demanded of her father, rising from the inert body below her, George's shrivelled prick dropping from her crotch with a soft plop. She ignored him and the liquid that was dribbling down her leg as she went over to her father. "Did you see the whole thing?" she asked him eagerly.
"What I didn't see your mother told me about," he answered, a twinkle in his eye. "You've had a busy afternoon, I take it."
Susie pouted a little. "Not as busy as some people around here," she said, glancing at her mother, who only smiled at her, the lazy, contented smile of someone who is fully satiated. "How come everyone wants to go to sleep all of a sudden?" she asked petulantly. "I'm not the least bit tired."
"Well, Susie, as you can see, I'm not, either," her father replied. "Maybe you and I could get together and work things out between us. "
"Oh, Daddy, I'd love to work your thing out between us!" Susie cracked, falling into her father's trap. She giggled at the pun then disengaging her mother's hand from around Frank's bulging member, she took it in her own small hands and studied it.
She had never seen one like this before! It had a lot of extra skin around it that moved back and forth when she rubbed it in her hand. "What's all this?" she asked her father, puzzled.
"That's my foreskin," he told her. Every boy is born with one, but nowadays they're usually cut off when a baby is a few days aid."
"Why do they want to cut it off?" Susie asked. "A lot of people think it makes it easier for a man to become infected if he has one. You see, when my prick k soft, it covers the whole thing, sort of protecting it. All a man has to do is keep himself clean and he has nothing to worry about." The girl nodded in understanding. "I think it's neat!" she exclaimed. "I sure wouldn't want to have it cut off!" She played with it for a few moments more, noting that as her father became more aroused the foreskin tightened around his now bulging prick. "It's disappearing now that you're getting bigger," she commented.
"Yes, it does that. You see, since my cock is covered most of the time, when I become aroused and the skin pulls back, it leaves the rest of my dick more sensitive," he informed the curious girl.
"Well, I'm going to see just how sensitive you really are," said Susie, smiling naughtily at the man as she dropped her head to his lap and took the tender tip of his prick in her mouth.
Frank had been hoping she would do just that, and he relaxed onto the blanket as she ran her soft wet tongue over the prodigious length of his fat cock. He wasn't quite as large as Timmy, but he was at least several inches longer. Susie was glad of that; her twat was still sore from George's tremendous member and she wanted to be able to fuck her father without too much discomfort.
Susie admitted to herself that although she had enjoyed screwing the handsome farm hand, she still was not satisfied, not as she knew she could be. So when she had seen her father's erection she decided that he would be her next target and was glad when he proved to be more than willing. Timmy had not been wrong when he had told their mother that Susie was aware of her parents' extra-curricular activities. She had come home from school early one afternoon and seen her father with a strange woman, fucking on the living room floor. At first she had been very shocked and hurt, but she had gradually become aware of secrets that passed between her parents and had found out that it was a regular occurrence for them to entertain guests in that manner. She had come to accept it as part of their life and had wanted to be included in it, and she saw that now was the perfect time to prove her abilities to her father and be allowed to join in their fun at home.
Frank had no need to be shown his young daughter's abilities to please a man, but he knew better than to try to stop her from displaying them for his pleasure. He ran his warm hands over her naked, perspiring body as she tormented his burning dick with her unrestrained movements, twisting her head to enable her tongue to reach every inch of his erect penis. Her hands were tugging at his pants, pulling them away from his crotch as if they offended her. Pulling her head away from his yearning prong, he raised her so she could look at him and said, teasingly, "Hey take it easy! Let's try one thing at a time." He stood then and removed his clothes swiftly, wasting no time. "There, now we can both be comfortable." Settling down on the blanket once more and pulling Susie after him, he held his daughter in a light embrace and prepared to fuck her while his wife and brother looked on.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Harry was working at the table set outside the kitchen door, cleaning the fish he and Frank and Jason had caught that day. Frank had said he would return to help after he had put away the tackle, but Harry didn't really expect him back! He knew his brother had probably gotten involved with the card game in the hayloft. He was just as glad to have the time to himself, because he wanted to go over in his mind some of the things his young brother had told him while they had been waiting for the fish to bite.
The older man didn't know quite what to think about his brother and his very outspoken belief in sexual freedom. Seven years older than Frank, Harry had been a teenager during the Great Depression and he had fought in France in the war, while Frank had been too young to realize the full impact of both those events. Harry had grown up to be much more serious and responsible than Frank, and he had a hard time believing that Frank's lifestyle was good. He could tell that his brother loved his wife very much and he could not understand why he felt the need to go with other women, or why Joyce did the same with other men. But whatever the reasons, he had found that listening to Frank's accounts of his many experiences made him very homy!
As he cleaned the fish he thought about one scene Frank had described vividly to him. It seemed that Joyce had taken a day off from work calling in sick, when she had just wanted to take a rest. Frank, knowing she would be home alone, left his office early in order to surprise her and be able to spend some time with her, just the two of them. But when he got there he found his wife and one of the neighborhood women sunning themselves in the nude in their enclosed back yard. The woman, a beautiful, well-endowed redhead named Marilyn, was one that the two of them had been working on for a long time, trying to bring her around to their way of thinking. As Frank stood in the kitchen watching them, not going out for fear of scaring her away, he had seen Joyce's hand steal over to Marilyn's leg and begin massaging it, inching higher and higher until it was deep in the slit between her thighs. He saw the empty glasses by their blankets and realized the two women must have had a few drinks; he knew the redhead would never have let Joyce do what she was doing unless her inhibitions had somehow been relaxed. His prick had started to rise as he gazed at the two women, their bodies shining with oil, his wife turning the other woman on with ease. Soon she had her head buried in the redhead's box, and Frank could see her yellow hair mixed with the russet bush in Marilyn's crotch. With some maneuvering Joyce turned herself head-to-toe with Marilyn and pulled her on top, her mouth still working in the other woman's twat, and soon Marilyn was returning Joyce's attentions with gusto. Frank watched the writhing women, fire burning in his loins, until he realized that Marilyn was so wrapped up in Joyce's pussy that she wouldn't even notice if he joined the party. Dropping his pants, already open to allow him to release his growing dong, and peeling off his shirt, he walked toward the women enjoying mutual cunnilingus on the grass. He paused by his wife's head and she opened her eyes in surprise, then winked at him when he pointed to the heaving buttocks grinding their way into Joyce's face. Kneeling over his wife's head he brought the tip of his throbbing prick to the hot redhead's juicy hole and thrust it in as far as it would go, pumping his rod into the unsuspecting woman.
He had been right about the woman not noticing. She must have thought Joyce was just finger-fucking her, for when she had cum twice and had toppled from Joyce's spent body to look into the eyes of her grinning friend, she saw him and ran shrieking to the house, leaving the other two helpless with laughter on the lawn. They had followed her shortly and reassured her that they had not planned it to happen that way but were very glad it had. After she had come around and accepted their explanations, they all three retired to the bedroom for more fun and games, cut short only when the kids got home from school.
Harry tried to picture the scene of a lovely, big-breasted redhead sandwiched between Joyce and Frank, and as his imagination became more vivid and filled in all the details, his prick began to grow in his coveralls. He had finished cleaning the fish and was standing by the table, gazing into the distance but not seeing anything in his line of vision. Clara came out of the back door just then and saw him standing like a statue, mesmerized.
"Why, Harry, what's the matter?" she asked him, concerned.
The man shook his head when he saw her. Suddenly self-conscious he said in a blustery voice, "Nothing, Clara, nothing at all; I was only thinking about something," and picking up the clean fish carried them into the house.
As soon as he moved from behind the table Clara could see that something had gotten to the big man--his cock was sticking out a mile! Harry always wore baggy coveralls with very little underneath, and there was nothing to hinder his dick or keep it from bobbing in his pants as he walked. She followed him into the kitchen to see what he was up to and to get a closer look at that big thing in his clothes. Yesterday's romp with Timmy had made her look at all the men in the family differently, just as it had made her a little more reckless.
Harry had gone into the little pantry off the kitchen to get some plastic in which to wrap the fish. Clara followed him all the way into the room, shutting the swinging door as she did.
"Here, let me do that," she said, taking the fish from him and wrapping them up. "Why don't you sit down over there for a few minutes?" She pointed to a small three legged stool they used to reach the top shelves.
Harry didn't know why Clara had followed him in here or why she had closed the door and told him to sit down. His senses were still reeling from his daydream, and he thought she might want to talk to him about something, so he waited while she put the fish away. Then she turned to him with a little smile, dropping to her knees before him.
"Harry," she began softly, her hands moving up his legs toward the bulge in his crotch, "whatever were you thinking about out there that caused this to happen?" She fumbled with the buttons of his fly and triumphantly exposed his stiff organ.
The man stared down at his crotch in shock and surprise. He had known he was getting aroused by his thoughts, but he'd had no idea how much! His cock was as hard as could be, the blood coursing through the blue veins on the shaft as if they would burst! Then the strangeness of the situation hit him and it started to fall a little.
Clara studied his crank, too, but with completely different thoughts in her mind. She was noticing what a nice size it was, long and fairly thick, and she saw that if die didn't act fast it would soon be small and soft again. What intrigued her most about Harry's erect prick was that it curved to one side about halfway up the shaft--it was almost a hook! She wondered what something like that would feel like inside her cunt, suppressing a giggle. She didn't want to hurt his feelings by laughing at him!
She took his swollen member in both hands and pulled the loose skin all the way back, exposing the entire length to her view. She began stroking and squeezing it gently, and Harry gazed at her in numb disbelief as she returned his dropping cock to its original dimensions.
He couldn't remember what had brought him here, or even the fantasy he had been having that had made his dick grow hard in the first place. All he knew was that Clara, his brother's wife, was playing with him and seemed to be about to put his hot piece in her mouth! He tried to get to his feet, protesting and muttering something about breaking his marriage vows right in his own kitchen, but Clara pushed him back down onto the stool, saying, "Don't be silly, Harry. You know as well as I do that Ruth won't let you touch her anymore!"
The beaten man sank back down on the stool. She was right, of course; after their last child, Alice, had come along unexpectedly, years after her brothers and sister, Ruth had declared that she wasn't going to risk pregnancy again. He had been able to get around her occasionally since then, but in the last year or so he had given up trying, finding that it generally wasn't worth the effort to convince her.
He looked at his sister-in-law as if he had never seen her before. Of course! She was offering him the perfect solution; her husband and his wife had declared an end to sex, so they could find solace in each other! He suddenly grinned at her conspiratorially.
Clara could see that Harry had accepted the situation and relaxed. "We haven't much time right now, Harry," she told him, "but I wanted to give you a taste of what's in store for us." She lowered her head then and took his dick into her mouth and went to work on him, determined to prove to him that he didn't have to give up sexual pleasures after all. She used every trick she knew to arouse him to the fullest extent, wrapping her sensual tongue around the soft head of his cock, then lapping up the whole length of it, her oral member teasing and licking at the man's hot prong. Her mouth enveloped him as she strained to take all of his lunging prick, and he felt his balls slap against her chin as his surging cock hit the back of her slippery throat, her cheeks sucking in tightly on the shaft. She was moving her head in a frenzy then, slipping his maddened dick in and out of her oral cavity faster than he thought possible! One hand was inside his coveralls, fondling his balls and squeezing his buttocks as he eased himself to the very edge of the stool.
His movement almost ended the encounter right then. The three legged stool, not very sturdy to begin with, began to tip as he shifted his weight. Neither of them realized it until it had almost gone over, and there was a mad scramble as Harry regained his balance. "That was close!" he exclaimed, settling his weight back on the center of the little chair. "But then, so was I! I think I'll stay put from now on."
They both laughed at that, then Clara took his dick all the way into her mouth and renewed her activity. She knew Sally would return with the vegetables any minute and she did not want to be found out. The intensity of her moves on Harry's aching cock was soon having their effect on the man as he started groaning, shoving his meat into her willing mouth as she sucked him off, bringing him to a thundering orgasm, the like of which he hadn't experienced in years! He grabbed her head as he was cumming, forcing his long organ deep into her throat so she could swallow every drop of his salty juices. He was gasping for air and making unintelligible sounds in his throat, then suddenly he was quiet, breathing heavily and collapsing onto the woman at his feet.
Clara sucked on his flaccid cock a little longer, lapping up the last of his cum, then she straightened up and holding the big man's face in her hands, gave him a long slow kiss. "We'll find a way to get together, I promise you," she whispered, then stood and went out of the pantry.
Sally was watching at the kitchen window to see who would emerge from the small room. She had returned several minutes earlier and had heard familiar sounds from behind the closed pantry door. She had slipped outside just in time to see her mother come out, her face flushed and a sparkle in her eye, and she was curious to know who had been in there with her; she knew she had heard a man's groans.
Clara turned as Sally carried her load of fresh vegetables into the kitchen and set them down on the table. "Oh, there you are!" she said brightly. "I was wondering where you were. "
"I'll bet you were," Sally answered innocently. "It took me quite a while to find enough for everyone in this big family." She wanted to stick around to see who else would come out of the pantry and offered to help her mother clean the produce. Surely they couldn't have moved the orgy from the bam in here!
Clara was trying to figure out a way to get her daughter out of the kitchen, for she knew Harry would have to leave unseen. She said to Sally, "I think I can get these washed soon enough to get them on for dinner. Why don't you go out to the bam and tell them we'll be eating soon?"
Sally was finding it difficult not to laugh. "That's okay Mom. It won't take long to do these with both of us working." The two women went to work and in a few minutes the vegetables were on the stove.
Meanwhile, Sally had had an idea. She knew that if her mother had been carrying on with someone in the pantry, she might like to join the group in the bam. She had stopped there on her way back to the house from the garden and from the sounds she had heard she knew the party was in full swing by now.
As she set the last pan on the stove Sally said casually, "I'm so hot and dusty from the garden I think I'll go upstairs and take a shower, if you don't mind going to the bam to call the others." She gave her mother a sweet smile and left the room before the other woman could say anything.
Clara was relieved at Sally's suggestion. She knew Harry was probably listening at the door, waiting until the coast was clear, so she called after her daughter, "I'll do that. Have a nice shower!" She, too, left the room and headed for the bam.
But Sally had not gone upstairs. Instead, she had sneaked into the living room and was standing where she could see part of the kitchen reflected in the mirror above the mantle. She gasped with surprise when she saw the form of Uncle Harry moving quietly through the kitchen to the back door. But she knew her surprise was not nearly as great as the one awaiting her mother!
Clara walked slowly out to the bam, thinking about her brother-in-law. It had been so easy to bring him to her way of thinking! When she had left him he had been in a mild stupor, brought on by a mixture of shock and satisfaction. She was surprised at herself that she had never drawn the obvious conclusion before, that the two of them were perfectly suited to carry on a discreet sex life under the very noses of their spouses. She smiled at the thought that after all these years alone, she finally had a man to be with. Her smile turning to a grin, she ran the last few yards to the bam and went in.
She heard the sounds coming from the loft but didn't stop to realize they were not what one would expect to hear from people playing cards.
She was three-fourths of the way up the ladder before she noticed that something was strange about the groans she heard from above her, and she scrambled up the last steps to investigate.
What a scene met her eyes! She looked slowly around the loft, gazing at everyone in disbelief, too stunned to speak. She had first noticed Frank, naked and leaning over a bale of hay, his body thrusting forward with a jerking motion, and she suddenly realized that he was shoving his distended prick into the small form of his daughter Susie. The child was wriggling and moaning, but not, it seemed, in an effort to escape her father's attack. Clara then saw that Joyce was lying on a blanket near the straining couple, watching with obvious enjoyment and stroking her own naked body. She saw that all the people in the hayloft were naked and in various stages of sexual arousal or exhaustion. Her nephew Timmy, the one who had helped her to open her mind enough to seek satisfaction on her very doorstep, was lying in a tangle of arms and legs, and Clara was startled to discover that half of those limbs belonged to her niece Alice. The two seemed to be asleep, though every once in a while Timmy would stir a little and stroke Alice's hair or give her a kiss. They weren't the only ones who were dozing; the hired hand, George, was stretched out on his back, his jewels limp in his crotch and still sticky with cum, his mouth hanging open as he snored softly.
Clara glanced around at the aftermath of the afternoon's orgasmic party and her look caught Joyce's eye. The other woman smiled at Clara's inability to speak or even move, and motioned her to come sit with her. She moved toward the naked woman slowly, as if afraid someone would jump up and drag her down to the floor, ripping her clothes off and assaulting her.
Joyce saw the fear in the woman's eyes and reassured her, "Don't worry about any of those people. We're all so pooped--except for those two over there," she nodded toward her husband and daughter, still fucking away as if their lives depended on it, "and I don't think anyone could even think of attacking you, let alone actually do it."
Clara seated herself gingerly on the blanket a little way away from the nude woman. "I wasn't really afraid," she said almost apologetically, "just a little surprised at all this. I still don't know quite what to think of it."
Joyce agreed with her. "I know. Now that I look back at all that happened up here today I can't really believe it myself. And I was here from the beginning!" she smiled at the woman beside her as she saw her relax a little.
"How, well--who, I mean--what happened?" Clara asked, trying to work out in her mind just what had occurred.
"Don't even ask," Joyce laughed. "It's so complicated, you wouldn't believe it anyway. But I will tell you that most of us have gotten it on with at least two people and some of us with three, and that it's been going on since shortly after lunch. What amazes me is that no one has discovered us, and that no one who came up here has left without indulging!
Clara had to smile at that. "I guess I came close to breaking it up when I came out to get Sally. I thought she looked unusually cheerful when she came in!" She had pretty well accepted the situation; after her own experiences of the last few days, nothing that this crazy family did could shock her for long.
"I think that's because she came before she came in," cracked Joyce, glad to see that Clara had decided to accept everything the way it was. She had been concerned when she had seen Clara's head pop up at the top of the ladder and had heard her gasp at the sight that had greeted her; it had always seemed to her that Clara was the straightest one in the family, always working hard and never having any fun. She could see now that the woman had somehow broken out of her shell and was much more alive. Curious, she asked Clara about it. "I've noticed that since we got here two days ago, you've been much more, well, animated, and open. Did something happen to you recently?"
Clara hesitated before answering, but as she looked around her she knew that Joyce would not be offended by what she had to say. "Yesterday I had an experience that opened my eyes and made me see how uptight I've been in the past. Timmy and I, after we had picked the apples, we... well... " she trailed off, still embarrassed to admit it to the boy's mother.
"I see," Joyce said thoughtfully. He certainly has had an active summer! I'm glad for you, though; I've sampled his wares myself and found them very much to my liking!"
Clara was shocked again. How could this woman sit here and casually talk about fucking her own son? She still couldn't comprehend Joyce's thinking, but as she looked away from her she saw something out of the comer of her eye that made her gasp in fright. There was her husband Jason, watching Frank and Susie and banging away at the rigid dick that was protruding from his coveralls, his eyes staring and his face contorted in a parody of pleasure.
The woman's thoughts raced. She should have realized from the beginning that he would be up here; he had followed Frank to the bam and would naturally have followed him to the loft, too. She wondered how long he had been there, in that state and turned to whisper to Joyce, "Look over there, by that pile of hay in the comer. Do you see Jason?
The other woman looked where Clara was pointing and said very low, "I didn't even know he was up here. He must have come up right after Frank and I just didn't see him. Do you think he's alright?"
Clara was wondering about that herself. She remembered that the doctor had told her many years ago that her husband should not be allowed to become too stimulated, though he had indicated that the man would probably be slightly interested in sex from time to time. He had cautioned her against responding to him as a wife, so she wouldn't upset the delicate balance of his mind, but as she looked at him now she was tempted to say to hell with the doctor and go to her man and fuck him as she had once done. He was still a good-looking man, trim and fit, though his eyes were more likely to be vacant than aware of his surroundings. She felt a surge of love for the man he had once been and pity for what he was now, and she went over to him with the intention of somehow calming him down.
When she reached his side and tried to talk to him she realized that she could not get through to him. Like a child with a toy, he was only aware of the feelings in his stiff cock and the pleasure that he got from stroking it. Suddenly she decided that if that was all he could be aware of right now, she was going to share it with him! She didn't care what the doctor had said--maybe he was wrong! Maybe sex would be the best thing to get her husband to relate to her again. Anyway, she was going to give it one hell of a try!
She knew that she would not be able to get his attention away from his throbbing prong, so she decided to go along with his preoccupation and help him out. But first she wanted to calm him down a little, and began stroking his hair, crooning softly in his ear. He was soon humming along with her like a child, his hand moving in time to her song on his hard staff.
She gently pried his hands away from his reddened meat, taking his cock in her hand and guiding his hand to her breasts. She thought that the feel of her luscious tits in his hands might waken long buried memories in the man, and she was not mistaken. It wasn't long before he was massaging her boobs and she was moaning under his touch. He hadn't forgotten, after all this time, how to squeeze and fondle her aching breasts in just the way he had when they were young!
The eager woman, already hot from sucking off Harry's proud cock, was being aroused now even more by her husband's touch! One hand still on his prick, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off, Jason's hands hindering her only a little. She was out of her bra in less time, leaving her big tits bare for his seeking hands. Then she addressed herself to the cock that was growing even more in her hands, seizing his manhood in a grip that caused him to cry out in pleasure, his hips moving convulsively as she continued to tease and rub his pounding meat.
Clara was thrilled at the feel of his lovely prick beating in her hands. It had been so long since she had touched him in a sexual embrace and all the feelings of her first encounters with him came flooding back. She felt as if she were fourteen again and Jason was teaching her the joys of carnal love, leading her on and on to the heights of ecstasy! She knew then that her encounters with Timmy and Harry had only been preliminary, leading up to her being able to overthrow the doctor's orders and take her husband to her body once again!
Jason's mind was clearing as his wife pushed her huge melons into his hands and massaged his groaning cock. It seemed as if a curtain was being raised as he recognized the woman beside him. He knew he had been living with her for a long time, but she had never done this to him! He had always had to sneak off to the woods to indulge himself. He seemed to remember a time when she had done these things to him, though, things that made him feel so good! He knew then that they were related somehow, but who was she? His mother? No, that wasn't right, though it seemed to him that he had thought that once. She wasn't his sister, he didn't have one. Then--that was it! She was his wife! After twenty-three years, he knew her again! He threw his arms around her and held her tightly to him.
Clara watched Jason's eyes when they suddenly cleared and he looked at her intently. She sat still, not daring to breathe, as she saw him struggling to remember something. Could he possibly remember her after all this time? A wave of joy swept over her as she saw his eyes light up in recognition, then he was hugging her so hard she could hardly breathe! He released her to shower kisses on her face and neck as his hands caressed her tingling body aggressively, taking possession again of something that had been lost to him for a long time.
He was struggling out of his clothes then, his hands moving on her with assurance and possessiveness as he stripped her, too, and the ecstatic woman gradually became aware of a more subtle difference in the man in her arms. It seemed that he once again had an identity, that he knew who he was. He had been very vague about himself for so long, not really having any idea who he was. But suddenly, when he had realized who she was, he had regained his own sense of himself. She knew this was some sort of breakthrough for him, but the thought was soon chased from her mind by her rising passions.
Jason had forgotten none of his ability to arouse her and keep her that way until she was sobbing with joy and begging for release. He plied her now with kisses and caresses, learning the feel of her body all over again, and she returned every touch as the two of them rose higher and higher, their bodies reacting to each other with their old fervor and desire. He had gently laid Clara on her back and started to lick the insides of her thighs, winding his way up to her steaming cunt. He could feel the heat rising from her crotch and smelled the familiar scent of her hot juices as they trickled out of her slit and onto his face. He was burying his tongue in her aching box, wringing moans from the homy woman, and she cried out to him, "Let me take your prick in my mouth, Jason! I want to taste it again and suck on it until it chokes me!" He was just about to comply when a piercing shriek stopped him cold.
He looked up then and saw where he was. He had completely forgotten his surroundings in his joy at recognizing his wife, but Susie's scream as she came roused him and he gazed around in bewilderment. No one seemed to be interested in him and Clara; the only one who was awake was Joyce, and she was smiling at the girl who was pinned under the body of her father. Jason could not figure out what was going on and looked at Clara questioningly.
She thought fast, knowing that another shock might send him back into the unconsciousness he had lived in before this afternoon. She said to him reassuringly, "It's all okay, Jason. This was an experiment to bring you back to us again. These are all people you have known for years, and they all want to help you. You see, it worked, didn't it?" She pulled his face to hers and kissed him long and hard, hoping to overcome his confusion with passion. She would tell him the truth later, when she thought he was ready to handle it, but now all she wanted was for him to fuck her as he had once done! She had completely forgotten her meeting with Harry in her joy at regaining her husband.
Frank and Susie had not even known that Clara had come up to the loft, though Frank now remembered that he had seen Jason in the comer, amusing himself as he had watched the two young couples thrashing around on the floor. He and his daughter had toppled to the blanket beside Joyce when their passions had run their course, and she told them in whispers what she had seen happening. She was aware, too, of the change in the man, though she had no idea how far it went.
Susie looked idly at her aunt and uncle as they lay there eating each other out. She wasn't really interested in them, too busy thinking about the wonderful time she had just had fucking her father.
Frank had been the most experienced of her few lovers, and the difference between him and the two boys was overwhelming. He had made her cum almost as soon as he had touched her! And she had kept cumming when his tongue had assaulted her tight little box, sucking up her copious flow of cunt juice and then licking furiously at her sensitive clit until she was twice as wet as before! They had continued with the oral sex she had initiated when she first saw his burgeoning erection, teasing each other with their mouths as they wriggled on the blanket, almost forcing Joyce to leave it and find a safer place to sit, one where she wouldn't be threatened by flailing arms and kicking feet. Her daughter was not one to hold still, not even when she had an expert's tongue in her hungry young twat!
Frank had decided that three orgasms were enough for any young girl before she was fucked by her father. He moved around and prepared to mount her when she pressed her hands to his chest and said, "Uh-uh, Daddy. I want to do it another way." She wiggled out from underneath him and stood up, then ran to the nearest bale of hay and leaned over it, her round little ass sticking out invitingly. She turned her head and giggled, motioning to her wiggling butt with one hand. "I want you to come in from behind this time."
The man was amused by his daughter's outspokenness. She certainly knew what she wanted, and made no bones about asking for it! He winked at Joyce, who was hiding a smile behind her hand, and crossed over to stand behind the nubile young girl.
Her ass was still moving around in tiny circles, and he pressed his pulsing member against it, feeling her soft skin cool on his fevered dick. His little girl was such a hot little creature, and so unpredictable! His loins churned as she stuck her bottom out further to catch his aching prick in an awkward embrace.
She had had enough of her father's teasing, so Susie reached in back of her and spreading her legs, she grabbed his throbbing meat and pushed against the opening of her eager twat. She wanted him to fuck her so badly she could taste it, as well as the drops of cum still in her mouth that had oozed out of the swollen head of his cock when she had sucked on it very hard. She wanted to feel that same cum shooting into her, hitting the back of her cunt and splashing its way to her belly! She sighed as her father thrust his prong into her yearning slit and began to fuck her with long shoves of his turgid dick.
Frank had not screwed such a young girl for such a long time, and he had forgotten how delightfully tight a young snatch could be. He forgot her pleasure for a few minutes as he revelled in the feel of her pussy grasping at his bulging cock, knowing that if he was not careful he would easily go off in a minute or two. But he wanted his first experience with his daughter to be a long, fruitful one, and he held himself under control for her sake.
He had a difficult time of it, though, when Susie started to move her hips-in a figure eight, pulling his cock out of her dripping box with her vaginal muscles clenched tight, until he thought his head would rip right off, then thrusting her pelvis backwards to let his throbbing meat enter her all the way, stopping only when his spongy head hit the back of her ridged vaginal wall. He was sure no one had taught her to do that, and that her moves were instinctive. He would certainly have a great time teaching her new tricks, and maybe learning a few himself!
The girl was happy as she squirmed around on her father's big pole. It was digging deep into her burning cunt now as he thrust himself deeper and deeper into her, responding to her motions with increased fervor and making the man groan each time his pounding rod touched bottom in her drenched twat. She wasn't aware that she was not exactly quiet herself, gasping and making small sounds in her throat as Frank reached around to the front of her crack and began to rub the swollen clit he found there. She hardly knew anything by now, she was so excited by her father's ramming cock inside her and the pressure of his weight on her body as he thrust his crank into her with all his might. He was burning now, the fire in his groin spreading through his body and transferring itself to his daughter through the boiling rod that was delving into her bowels and sparking off the fire in her own loins, a fire that had never been out and now was raging higher as Frank fucked her harder and harder! His hand on her rigid nub was vibrating fast now, and the feeling this woke in the young girl was entirely new to her. She felt as if no one had ever touched her there before! She felt a tension growing in her legs and her belly, almost an ache, and it spread to her snatch, centering in the button under Frank's moving fingers.
Suddenly Frank was no longer shoving his throbbing cock into her tight cunt, but had thrust it in with such force that she felt something tear deep inside her, and held it there, moving only a tiny bit, just enough to let her feel that his prick had grown hard as steel and nearly twice as big around as when he had first entered her. Then, her own passion pushed to the bursting point by his vibrating finger and the trembling dick deep in her quivering box, she screamed as his prick stopped trembling and split wide open to fill her full of load after load of his hot cum! As she screamed at the force of his orgasm in her rent pussy, she herself exploded, her body bucking and forcing her backward to take his spurting dick even deeper into her. She nearly fainted from the intensity of her orgasm, collapsing onto the bale of hay, and when her father had stopped shaking and could breathe again, he held her gently in his arms and they dropped together to the blanket.
Frank now watched his brother and Clara, glad they were finally able to reach each other physically. Clara was kissing Jason passionately as she pulled him on top of her and guided his pulsing cock to her waiting cunt. She had waited so long for this, he knew, and he looked away, not wanting to watch something that was obviously a very private thing to the two of them.
Joyce nodded at him, reading his mind. "I think Clara probably came out here to tell us that dinner is ready," she said, looking at the bodies strewn about the loft. "We'd better get these sleepyheads up and presentable before someone comes out looking for her! " She and Frank went around the loft, waking up the sleeping children and sending Susie to the top of the mountain of hay to retrieve the girls' clothes. They all pretended not to notice Clara and Jason, locked together in their passion, and everyone but Joyce had left the bam when they finished making love and got around to dressing again. She gave Clara a quick hug of friendship and disappeared down the ladder, too, and the newly reacquainted couple followed shortly after.
A quarter of an hour later the whole family, including George, was seated around the dinner table. Harry had watched them wandering in, their eyes sparkling and their laughter infectious, and had made a few astute guesses that the card game in the bam had had little to do with cards at all. The only one ignorant of the afternoon's activities was Ruth, as she asked the blessing: "Thank you, Oh Lord, that our loving family has been able to come together once again," to which they all cried a fervent, "Amen"!
