Sixteen year old seductive Sally was jailbait but at least she was keeping her hot sex action in the family!
Peeling off her night dress, stripping down to nubile nudity, she made her way to the bed, her ripe buttocks saucily jiggling.
She mounted the bed, crouched there on her hands and knees, presenting her ripe rounded bottom and steamy slitted pussy to her young stud lover- Her brother, Abner!
PART ONE
"What in tarnation is all this foolishness?"
"It's a party, Aunt Gertie," Zach Dawkins grinned.
"A party?. "
"Yep!"
"A PARTY?! " Aunt Gertie shrieked. "Land's sakes, have you gone crazy?. And who all is that, outside my door?! "
"Why, it's the rest of the family, Aunt Gertie," Zach said. "They're just awaitin' to start celebratin'! " For long years, this had been Gertie's sickroom. It looked and smelled like a sickroom, too... but that would change. And soon...
This was the best room in the house, and the biggest. It used to be the room shared by Zach Dawkins and his wife, Emma.
But that had been a long time ago, way back before Aunt Gertie had come to visit...
and stay. And stay, and stay, and stay...
And, though she did not know it yet, that overlong visit of hers was just about to come to an end, for all time.
Aunt Gertie's sick room was located on the second floor of the Dawkins house, with a nice southern exposure.
Not that it did Aunt Gertie much good, for she insisted on keeping the shades covering the windows in all but the hottest weather.
It was Fall now, harvest time, night a chilly night without, and chilly even inside the house but not in the sickroom.
Split logs lay in the stone fireplace, wrapped in orange-yellow flames, sending showers of embers up the chimney flue.
It was hot, almost too hot, like a hothouse... intolerably hot for most folks, but that's how Gertie insisted on having it.
The room was large, almost too big for a full-grown married couple like Zach and Emma Dawkins. Too big, it seemed, for such a small old woman.
Zach had hinted around just that subject in the past, asking Gertie if maybe she wouldn't feel more at home in a smaller room, like the one which Zach and wife were now sharing their discomfort in.
Aunt Gertie wouldn't hear of moving. Land's sakes, this room suited her just fine, thank you very much, and she had no intention of moving!
And that big brass bed in which she lay, or rather sat up... why, one might think that bed was far too large for a single person, even a very fat woman like Gertie was.
She was not petite, to say the least, to tell the truth she was fat as a hog, yet she looked dwarfed on that great big bed.
A handsome bed it was, too, a fine brass bed with an ornate head and foot and frame of polished brass.
The brass bed glimmered in the firelight like the polished fittings of a yacht or the town's brand-spanking-new fire engine.
Zach and Emma had saved up for it for a long time, ever since Emma saw it in the Montgomery Ward catalogue.
The bed had been shipped all the way from Chicago, but Zach and Emma never got a chance to try out that big bed.
For, by the time the bed arrived here in the boondocks, Aunt Gertie had come to stay, and she appropriated the bed for herself.
How long ago had she arrived? Lord, it must've been nigh on to five years now, since the day she first crossed the Dawkins threshold.
Crossed it, and never left for, a week into her visit, Aunt Gertie took to her sickbed, claiming she was feeling poorly.
She didn't have more than a few weeks of life in her, so she said then, when she took to that invalid's bed.
Since then, the years came and went, but Aunt Gertie remained, as indomitable as the towering oak out in the back yard.
She sat up in bed now, huge heaps of fluffy pillows propped up against her back, cushioning her from the vertical brass bars of the bed's head.
She wasn't that old a woman, in her early sixties. She had mottled graying flesh, and gray hair parted in the middle of her scalp and done up in a pair of braided buns over each ear.
Her face looked like something which had been left out in the rain too long, and which was running and melting.
Blue toad eyes bulged like marbles in sagging pouches of flesh... but those eyes, sharp as a pin, never missed a trick.
It was night and she was in her bed. She wore a long-sleeved night dress whose lace collar was buttoned up to her wattled throat.
Her gross body was hidden under the night dress, thank heavens, although her drooping pendulous breasts could be seen, their tips dangling close to her stomach and outlined under the garment.
She sat up in bed, clean sheets and blankets rolled at her waist, covering her below, a glass of warm milk set out for her on the night table.
Her dog-eared copy of Dr. Fanshawe's "Biblical Commentaries" lay on her lap, opened in the middle, where she had been reading it.
All in all, everything was the same as it had always been for her night-time routine, a routine she followed religiously, night after night after night, for these five years and more.
But into that well-ordered routine had come disruption.
The clock on the fireplace mantle told the lateness of the hour after ten o'clock at night, a weekday night.
Yet, instead of respectfully leaving her to her own devices, the rest of the Dawkins family was up to what?!
Zach Dawkins stood, not respectfully outside the door, but actually inside the room, which he had entered without so much as a by-your-leave.
Walked right in without knocking, too, just barged right in! Such rudeness was as shocking to Gertie as it was unexpected.
Aunt Gertie was taking it hard. Blue veins swelled in her forehead. Her powdered perfumed sagging jowls quivered with rising rage.
Those who knew her and that included, to their infinite regret, the entire Dawkins family knew that an explosion was imminent.
The only thing restraining Gertie's temper was her astonishment.
Zach Dawkins was a big man, in his middle forties, a tall powerful shambling fellow with a leonine head and work-hardened body.
He was the owner of the house, Emma's husband, the patriarch of the young'uns.
He had thick black hair, unkempt, with a splendid bushy beard covering the lower half of his seamed, weathered face.
He wore a loose-fitting flannel shirt, baggy trousers, suspenders. He was a powerful man, with a body strengthened by a lifetime of hard work.
Usually, he was grave, reserved, careworn... but this night, he was uncharacteristically jovial, even was it possible merry!
To Gertie's fast-soaring annoyance, Zach Dawkins did not display the soft-spoken humility to which she was used.
Instead, he positively swaggered right into the room, like he owned it. He arrogantly, insolently struck a pose of leisure, leaning against the wall, and hooked his thumbs inside his suspenders, stretching them.
He was not alone... the bedroom door was open, and beyond it, Gertie saw and heard movement, scraping feet, stifled giggles, sliding shadows.
"A PARTY?! " Gertie shrieked.
She was used to getting results with that voice, too. What a voice!
It had all the charm of howling dogs, yowling cats, fingernails running down a blackboard, and a rusty door being forced open.
Zach didn't so much as bat an eye at her outburst. But from the hall came the sounds of girlish giggling.
Comprehension dawned on Gertie, whose wattles shivered with outrage.
"Nope," Zach grinned, "Leastways, not yet, I ain't! But I aim to be, and soon! What the hell, it's a party, ain't it!"
Gertie's facial color shaded from red into purple.
"What you said?! You swore! In my presence!"
"Damn right," Zach said. Turning his back to her more rudeness he stuck his head into the hall outside the door.
"Come on in, folks!" he invited.
While Aunt Gertie sputtered in outrage, Zach stepped aside, and the rest of the Dawkins clan trooped into the room.
Emma Dawkins, Abner Dawkins, Sally and Judy Dawkins, the whole kit and kaboodle of Dawkins walked right in like they owned the place.
Which they did...
When the gang was all inside, they clustered around the oversized brass bed, where the old woman fumed and frothed.
There was Emma Dawkins, a handsome black-haired woman, some ten years younger than the man who had taken her to wife.
Emma was a big-boned, bosomy matron with a fine head of hair black as a raven's wing, an attractive face, and a voluptuous body.
Around the house, doing chores and whatnot, Emma kept the crowning glory of her hair pinned up at the top of her head, out of the way.
But tonight she had let her hair down. Flowing free and unrestrained, the black tresses cascaded down her back and bosom.
She wore a long-sleeved one piece shift of thin cotton, which clung to her curves, outlining her ripe masses of flesh.
Next came Abner Dawkins, firstborn of Zach and Emma, and a big old boy he was, too only eighteen, he towered over his daddy.
Abner was a real nature boy. He had his momma's jet black hair, thick and wavy, with a fine widow's peak that had broken more than one schoolgirl's heart.
He was brilliantly handsome, with a strong featured face, fine dark brows, gray eyes, and a strong chin and jaw.
Abner's powerful body rippled with muscle. He wore a fine-spun cotton shirt and a pair of denim bib overalls.
Next in age came Sally Dawkins, the eldest daughter. Only sixteen she was, but it was sixteen going on twenty-five.
Sally was a wild one, but then there had always been a streak of wildness in Dawkins blood, the family only having come down from the mountain fastnesses that had been home to generations of Dawkinses in recent years.
Sally was tall, willowy, with pale brown hair, ripe and curly, and a long sharp-featured sensual face.
She was tall, and long-legged, ripely endowed in the bust and bottom. like her younger sister, Sally was outfitted in a nightdress.
It was a long-sleeved garment, free and flowing, its hem reaching down to her slender ankles in swirling folds.
Last but far from least, the apple of her daddy's eye, was young Judy Dawkins.
Judy was in her early teens, but she had gotten her growth, and her period too, and she was fast filling out and ripening up.
Judy's hair was jet black, parted down the middle of her forehead and worn in a pair of braids.
In her slippers, as she was now, Judy stood an inch or two over five and a half feet tall, making her the smallest of the clan.
Her face was round, and still showed its baby fat, with charming apple cheeks whose rosiness contrasted with her white skin.
She had apple-shaped and sized breasts, too, which jutted pertly against the front of her nightgown.
Her bottom was also ripely curved, a pair of cheeks so full and firm and sassy in their ripeness that they were positively insolent.
The Dawkins family had not come empty-handed into Aunt Gertie's sickroom.
Emma and the girls carried wicker hampers, stuffed full of goodies and treats and sweetmeats and such-like delicacies.
It was as if they were going on a picnic-an indoors picnic, to be sure.
What's more, Abner Dawkins had his finger crooked through the handle of a gallon earthenware jug a jug of moonshine!
While the grinning family clustered around the bed, Aunt Gertie sputtered in indignation, like a Model-T that just won't start up.
Gertie was Emma's relation, and it was to Emma that Gertie first turned her fury when she finally could speak.
"Have you all gone out of your fool heads?! " Gertie screeched. "I swear, I've never seen the like of this kind of foolishness!"
"It's like Zach said, Gert," Emma smiled. "This here's a party!"
Gertie squawked and sputtered.
Abner hefted the jog, whose contents sloshed heavily as he crooked it in his arm and pressed the bottle mouth to his own.
He tilted back his head, his Adam's apple bobbing between columns of corded neck muscles as he took a long pull.
When he took the jug away, his face was red and his eyes were teary and he gasped for breath as he wiped his hand across his mouth.
"Whoooo-wheee, Daddy, that sure does have a kick to it!"
Gertie fastened on this. Sitting bolt upright, she stabbed an accusing finger at Abner and declared: "Why why that's STRONG DRINK in that jug, boy!"
Abner, not one whit abashed, replied: "You're dern tootin', Gertie!"
"Emma Dawkins!" Gertie seethed. "You gonna let that no-account boy of yours stand there and sass me and drink WHISKEY?! "
"I ain't no teetotaler myself, Gert... " Emma's voice was rich, smoky, seductive, and amused.
"As a matter-of-fact, I mean to have me some of that good moonshine myself!"
Emma went on to say.
"Me, too, Momma!" Judy chimed in. "I want some, too!"
"You ain't old enough," Sally laughed.
"I s'pose you are, huh?"
"That's right, little girl, I am!"
"Little girl?! " Judy fumed. "You ain't no more than three years older than me, so what call you got to poor mouth me?"
"Now, gals, let's not have no fussin', " Zach Dawkins chuckled tolerantly.
"Remember, this here's a party!"
"Maybe you've all taken leave of your senses," Gertie snapped, "but by the Lord, I haven't! You all clear out of my room now!"
Long, loud, insolent laughter from the Dawkins met this demand.
Huffing and puffing, Gertie leaned over the bed and snatched up her cane and flailed it in the air.
Her agitation provoked fresh bursts of raucous mirth from the Dawkins.
"Go on, git! Shoo! Git out of my room, I say!"
"HER room, she says," Sally sneered. Emma put her arm around her daughter's waist and gave her a hug.
Zach brushed a tear from his eye... was he crying?
Yes from laughter!
Mirth bubbled under his voice, as he explained, "Now, the fact of the matter is, Gert, that we can't leave cause you're the guest of honor for the party!"
"Well, I don't want to be no guest of honor at a drunken godless party, so you git out of my room right now!"
"You'll change your tune when you see the present we done brought you," Zach said shrewdly. "Abner, go fetch it!"
"Sure thing, Pa!"
"And set that jug down, too careful like, so it won't spill!' Judy volunteered to hold the jug, but Emma stepped forward and took charge of it, while Abner loped into the hall.
"To think that things have come to this!" Gertie moaned. "My own family, drunk and crazed like a pack of heathens!"
Abner returned a moment later, laden down with an unusual burden: A mattress!
Yes, a mattress, stripped of its bed coverings and pulled off a double bed from the small cramped room shared by Emma and Zach.
The mattress was big and clumsy, a burden, but Abner was a big old boy, a strong old boy, and he managed it right well enough.
Brought it into the room, carrying it standing on its side, tucked under his good thick right arm... he brought it over to the bedside.
"What in tarnation is THAT for?! " In" her fury, Aunt Gertie rolled her blue eyes this way and that.
"I don't need no mattress, there ain't nothing wrong with the one I'm on! And I can't abide a practical joke, neither or practical jokers, for that matter!
"Well, I can take a hint I know where I'm not wanted! Come tomorrow, I'm gonna have my lawyer up here to make some changes in my will!"
"Here she goes again!" Judy laughed.
"Still singing the same old tired song, Gertie?" Sally taunted.
Under any other circumstances, Emma or Zach or both would have hushed up the young'uns, with a whispered urgent demand to show respect to the aged, wealthy aunt. This time, they said nothing.
"You insolent brat!"
Aunt Gertie swung her cane at Judy, who stood at the bedside making faces and insultingly thumbing her nose at the old woman.
"Gotcha!"
Sally Dawkins caught hold of the cane and tore it from Gertie's hands.
Gertie screeched when big Zach Dawkins tossed back the bedcovers, uncovering her all the way down to her bare unsightly feet.
His big workman s hardened hands closed around her ankles, and he pulled her forward, jerking her flat on the bed from her former upright position.
"What are you gone do?! " Gertie shrieked in terror.
Emma Dawkins leaned over the bed, and for the first time, her face came alive with utter hateful maliciousness.
All the stifled swallowed resentments from five years of catering to the old woman boiled up in Emma.
"This here's a very special party, Gertie," Emma gloated, "a going-away party! AND YOU'RE THE ONE THAT'S GOING AWAY!! ! " Emma stepped back. Abner, watching for the signal, got it from Zach.
Abner hefted the mattress he held, and lay it on top of Gertie, right flat on top of her, like she was the filling in a sandwich.
Then, whooping and hollering and howling with long-repressed glee, the entire Dawkins clan, father, mother, and children, climbed right on top of the mattress and held their long-awaited party.
They pinned Gertie flat and smothered the life out of her, the topmost mattress muffling her cries and screams.
After the first few minutes, the old gal stopped kicking, but the family remained on the mattress for an hour more, laughing and eating the special treats Emma had cooked up and drinking the good strong moonshine, even the girls...
"THOU SHALT NOT KILL" so commanded the Lord.
But the Dawkins clan had killed, and enjoyed every second of it. And after violating that prime commandment, one could hardly expect them to shrink back from gleefully violating the oldest taboo: INCEST.
And the sins of the flesh would start this very night, before gone Aunt Gertie was even cold, while hot blood sang in the veins of the Dawkins males and females, while their heads were full of moonshine and murder...
PART TWO
"Whoooo-wheeeeeee!" Abner whispered, "Look at them two go at it!"
"I can't see, Ab, move over," Sally whispered back.
The two of them, brother and sister, were crouched outside the closed door of Aunt Gerties's room.
But that bedroom door was not completely closed. It was ajar, opened a crack, with that opening unbeknownst to the occupants inside.
It was late well after midnight; in this farm district, where folks rose at sunup, midnight was late indeed.
Abner was on his knees, sweaty, drink-flushed red face pressed to the crack in the door, looking into the room.
His sister Sally stood alongside him, standing crouched, palms pressing the wall to one side of the door.
Not even the mostly closed door could muffle the sounds coming from within.
The sounds of hot rutting lust.
Abner wiped salty stinging sweat from his eyes. Red color shone in his cheeks.
From inside the room came moans, sighs, gasps, even growls. The wan oil lamp flickering on the night table illuminated the room weakly.
The room was in disorder, from the riotous revelry celebrating the demise of hateful old Aunt Gertie.
Scattered on the floor were dirty dishes, plates, used napkins, crumpled wrappings, empty pie pans, and the like.
All the detritus of the madcap picnic which the family had held on top of the mattress which was on top of Aunt Gertie.
The big brown jug of moonshine was turned on its side, with nary a drop falling from its spout, its contents having been drained by the thirsty Dawkins.
Not too long ago, the young'uns had been cleared out of the room by their parents, Emma and Zach.
The folks said they would clean up after the mess and fix things up, and had hustled Abner, Sally, and Judy out.
But Abner and Sally were revved up, and not inclined to end the party so soon. They had heads full of moonshine and plenty of ideas.
They pretended to go to their rooms, but emerged after a few moments, and drifted down the hall to the room of Aunt Gertie.
In the room, seized with overpowering lust following their crime, Zach and Emma Dawkins rutted in heat like a pair of animals.
Abner and Sally, keeping silent, clustered at the door, to watch. More than a little drunk, the two teens were exaggeratedly quiet.
Not that they needed to be, for Zach and Emma were going at it a mile a minute, making enough noise to cover just about any sound.
Neither of the parents looked up when Abner took a chance and eased the door out of its frame, opening it a crack.
He got on his knees to watch, while Sally stood leaning over him, hands pressing the wall for balance.
Emma, their mother, was stripped naked, showing her splendid fleshy body. She lay on her back on the mattress, hair fanning out from her scalp in all directions.
In the yellow light of the lamp, Emma's skin took on a pale golden tinge, like old parchment or preserved Confederate money.
Her pale golden skin contrasted with her black hair, black bush, dark brown fat nipples, and red face.
She was on her back with her thick thighs spread and open. Zach, her husband, was on top of her, still dressed.
They were hugging and kissing and loving up a storm.
Zach lowered his head to Emma's bosom and started kissing it. Emma took hold of her big breasts and pushed them together.
The massive mounds of flesh were even further plumped up. Zach, moaning, nuzzled the breasts, burying his face in them.
He kissed, then sucked a nipple. His wife stroked his hairy head.
"Mommas sure got some set of jugs!" Abner murmured.
"They ain't so much better than mine," Sally whispered back.
"Shoot! But Maw's a woman, and knows what to do in bed!"
"Think I don't?! " Sally challenged. "Looky here, big brother "
"Shhhhh!"
Zach rose up off his naked wife and got on his knees between her spread legs. He slipped his suspenders off his shoulders.
The front of his baggy trousers was lifted by his hard-on. He fumbled eagerly, with some drunken clumsiness, for his fly.
He opened it... Emma propped herself up on her elbows to a sitting position, her heavy tits swaying, wetness shining on the nipples.
She reached for his crotch, pressing and rubbing him as he opened his pants, clearly as eager as he for the unveiling.
He opened the pants, then pulled them off his hips, tugging down his drawers along with the pants that dropped to his knees.
His swollen erection sprang up from his hips, a massive and impressive rod of flesh, thick, knobbed with an uncircumcised head.
When she saw her father's penile endowment, Sally gasped like she'd been poked in the belly... staring, her eyes glazed over.
"Talk about big!' she gasped. "Take a look at Daddy!"
"Hell, he ain't no bigger than me "
"Hah!"
"Hush up, Sally, you want 'em to hear us?! " Emma took hold of her man's cock between her palms and rolled and pressed the rod of flesh... she couldn't keep her hands off it.
The rod of flesh flamed redder than ever under her manipulations.
Zach put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her from a sitting position down to her back.
Abner thought he had never seen his momma look so wickedly sinful.
As she lay back in bed, Emma put a hand between her legs and rubbed a finger in the center of her slit, moistening it even more.
She welcomed Zach with open arms and legs as he leaned forward and stretched out on top of her, mounting and covering her.
He reached under his hips and took hold of his penis and put its head to Emma s slit and pried open her pussy lips.
Emma gasped when he stuffed the wide cock head inside her. Her red face creased and her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth gaped open.
Now established inside, Zach lowered himself down on her, his solid pole of flesh sinking deep, swallowed up inside her.
Emma groaned and whimpered as she was stretched and totally penetrated by the awesome rod of flesh.
Sally, imagining what it would be like to take that oversized shaft inside her, felt her pussy lips quivering.
Her nipples were points of hardness so stiff that they almost ached to be touched.
They jutted out against the linen front of her night dress like big cherries.
Zach was on top of and totally in Emma. His pants were gathered down around his knobby knees, and he had not removed his shirt.
From the bottom of the shirt to the top of his pants, he was bare. His bony hairy buttocks were tightly clenched.
His long legs were together, and between his wife's bare spread legs. Emma wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.
Then they went at it.
They humped away. Zach's tight-assed bottom rose and fell, rose and fell, while Emma writhed under him, shoving her hips to meet him.
They started off at a quick pace, with Zach plunging his penis in deep and humping away, and from there, things got more and more wild.
Zach's belly slapped Emma's. Squeals were driven from her with each deep-driving stroke of his cock.
The bed creaked on its frame. The fucking shook the bed, so it bobbed back and forth, with the head of it hitting the wall.
Muscles trembled in the white thighs of Emma, her flesh gilded by the yellow lamplight, her eyes glittering slits.
Zach grunted, huffing and puffing as he hammered away into his wife. He seemed to try to hammer her through the mattresses.
Watching, Sally's eyes were glazed, and smoldering. Barely conscious of what she was doing, she reached for her breast.
Hot yearnings flashed through Sally. Her tits, always heavy, now seemed wonderfully weighty and of surpassing sensitivity.
And her nipples--! !
They ached from stiffness, and the aches seemed to sing through all her soft bosom flesh, deliciously tormenting her.
She put a hand on her left tit and felt it through her linen night dress.
It felt good so very good!
She pinched her nipple, almost savagely, delighting in the sensation thus produced.
She rolled, tweaked, and pinched the point of flesh.
Why not both nipples? She pushed her tits together, so the nipples jutted side by side under the light clinging fabric.
She pinched and pulled both at the same time, working them...
Abner was no less excited. He kept his eyes to the opening in the door and watched the hot bed action as if his life depended on it.
His own root of flesh had come up like corn in August, a huge sprouting rod of flesh that thrust against confining denim overalls.
Instinctively he clapped a hand on his cock, whose firmness was even more assured once he started touching himself.
Barely conscious of what he was doing, never looking away from the scene for a moment, he squeezed his penis through his pants.
Emma whimpered, sobbed, groaned, whined, whinnied, snorted, and sighed as stroke after hard-driving stroke was pumped into her.
She bent her legs at the knees, lifting her feet off the mattress and pressing her legs against Zach's flanks, hugging them.
He plowed into her like he was clearing a furrow on the north forty, his ass rising up, then plunging down with another hot stroke.
The action rushed irresistibly to its climax.
Zach pounded away, his red penis working in her like a piston in a cylinder, pumping in a blur of red motion.
Faster and faster, throwing not only himself and his partner into violent action, but slamming the bedstead so hard against the wall that the plaster began to chip and crack, slamming away: WHAM BAM WHAM BAM WHAM BAM WHAM WHAM WHAM!! !
Zach threw himself deep into Emma, plunging hard. Her fingers clawed his back, pulling up his shirt, tearing it so his flesh showed.
He shook on top of her in a convulsive fit as he came. Rigid, eyes bulging, body shaking, he pumped his load into her.
He gave off a short, choked cry, as the last passion spasm wrung come out of him, and then he collapsed.
... He and Emma lay there, drained, done, sweaty, exhausted, glowing, barely moving, so it seemed that they both had fainted.
Emma, sighing, stroked his broad shoulders and his black hair for a time, with her eyes closed. Then she joined him in sleep...
A soft groan from Abner caught the attention of Sally. Glancing down, she saw him handling his penis through his pants.
She leaned over him, until her stiff-nippled sizzling breasts nuzzled his broad shoulder, and pressed the back of his neck.
She put her ripe red-lipped mouth up close to his ear. Abner was fully caught up by her when the warm breath oozed in his ear.
"Come with me," Sally whispered.
Then she licked the inside of his ear...
PART THREE
Young nymphet Judy Dawkins, having been raised up on a farm, knew the facts of life, at least as they pertained to the animal kingdom.
She had seen the strutting, cock-of-the-walk barnyard bantam rooster and his harem of clucking, egg-laying hens.
She had seen the big stud bull mount Bossy and some of the other cows, and been present at calving time, when the cows gave birth.
In wide-eyed wonder she had seen the stallion's awesome member elongate like a fire hose in preparation for mounting some anxious filly.
Even in regard to the human variety, she had gotten some dim idea of what went on behind closed doors with her parents.
But this night, Judy was getting a very special education...
For she crouched at the keyhole of Abner s small cramped room, peeping through it to watch him and her older sister, Sally.
They all thought Judy was fast asleep in her own bed she shared a small room with Sally, down the hall.
But Judy was wide awake, and the most clear-headed of all, since she had had the least moonshine during the mattress murder party.
Big doings, mighty interesting ones, were afoot in the farmhouse, and she intended to get an eyeful, and then some.
She sure got more than an eyeful... eventually. But for now, even an eyeful was more than enough, considering what she was seeing.
Abner and Sally were sinning!
Only a moment or two ago, Sally and Abner had come down the hall, giggling and stumbling and shushing each other not to make noise.
As soon as they were inside Abner's room, Judy darted out of her own room, her bare feet padding silently on the warped floorboards.
The door was shut... but with her eye pressed right up to the keyhole, Judy commanded a view of the entire small room.
It was a simple room, windowless, with a narrow wooden framed cot, a dresser, small mirror, wash basin, closet.
A lone tall tallow candle provided the light, flame flickering with each movement of the brother and sister.
Abner and Sally were kissing but what a kiss!
They had kissed before, in the family way of things, little passionless pecks on the cheek at special occasions, birthdays and New Year's and the like.
But this--? !
This was a real KISS!
Abner wrapped his big arms around Sally's willowy form, hugging her. Sally reached up, pressing her palms to his clean shaven face.
Their faces met, open gaping mouths locking, tongues fencing... their jaws worked as they rubbed tongues, tasting each other's mouths.
Sally leaned into Abner, tits pressing his wide chest, her front sliding against his, her soft wide hips pressing his crotch.
As Abner kissed and hugged his sixteen year old sister, his hands pressed her back, pulling her into him even more.
And as he did the pressing, his hands drifted down to her buttocks and fastened on them.
One big hand holding each rounded buttock, squeezing and kneading it through the fabric of her night dress.
Abner cupped Sally's buttocks in his palms. He pulled her buttocks together and apart while pressing his front to her.
One hand strayed to her hip. Abner stroked her taut thigh, working the folds of her night dress upward.
Big brother and sister broke off the kiss... but only to move on to more intimate attachments.
Sally, stepping back from Abner, gathered up the folds of her dress and pulled it up her body, unveiling it.
From her feet to the middle of her thighs, she was bare, her skin very white. Whiter still were the bloomers she wore above the knees.
The loose-fitting bloomers covered her from waist to mid-thighs. It would have been improper for her to go revealingly bare under her shift.
Then ivory flesh swam into view above the tight waistband of her drawers, along with a rounded concave navel.
Up rose the hem of the night dress, and now the ripe mounds of her breasts swam into view, meaty, juicy, with raw, stiff nipples.
Off came the night dress, Sally tossing it over her shoulder, bare now but for her bloomers, which shrouded her swelling hips.
Her tits were like grapefruits, rounded, globular, with wide dark nipples and swelling rosettes which took up a good deal of the tits.
"Lord almighty!" Abner muttered when he laid eyes on her bare breasts.
"You take off some of them clothes too, big brother," Sally said seductively.
"Dern right I will!"
Abner shucked off his shoulder straps, taking down his big overalls, dropping them to the waist. He unbuttoned his flannel shirt.
In his eager haste, a button popped off his shirt and rolled on the floor.
He stripped to the waist, a powerful youth bigger and stronger than most full-grown men, lofty of stature, impressively formed, and handsome, too.
Sally bit two white front teeth into the soft meat of her lower lip and chewed it in hot lust as she moved forward.
She leaned into him, pressing her swaying breasts against his bare chest, her fat nipples throbbing against his well defined pectorals.
She ran her caressing palms over wide slab shoulders, down his upper back, over his chest, rubbing and stroking him.
Abner's hands shook with wanting as he put them on her tits. Sally gave a sighing moan as her bosom was handled.
Abner cupped the meaty mounds in his palms, as if weighing them. He pressed the tits together, rubbing and fondling them.
Sally put a hand on the back of his neck and urged his head, his face, down to her tits, which Abner nuzzled.
His eyes rolled in sinful delight as he nuzzled the soft bosom flesh, rubbing his eager clean shaven face over the nipples.
Sally cupped and lifted her tits for his hungry kissing mouth. She pressed a hard nipple to his lips and fed it to him.
He took the nipple and much of the surrounding tit flesh bordering it into his mouth, his lips stretching as he sucked.
Sally's eyes were half-closed, the orbs glittering, her thick lashes fluttering as her nipples were licked and sucked.
Sally reached under him, pressing his stiff penis, feeling it through his denim overalls, now down at his waist and beyond.
"Lord, you ARE big!" she groaned.
Abner could not reply, not verbally, not with her tit stuck in his sucking mouth. But he could answer without words.
He opened his overalls, tugging them down from his hips. They slid down his big long legs and fell to his feet.
He was naked under the overalls... a natural type, he didn't hold with such foolishness as wearing drawers when it wasn't even winter.
The tops of the overalls snagged on the knobbed head of his cock and tugged the handle of flesh down.
When they fell free of the member, it sprang back up quivering, like it was mounted on a steel spring.
Sally withdrew her tit from his mouth, which held it so tightly that there was a liquid popping sound when she pulled it free.
The nipple which had been sucked glistened with saliva, and was swollen to an even greater size than its stiff twin.
Sally squirmed happily when she looked down at the red swollen penis which stood out stiffly from her brother's hips.
"Lord! You sure wasn't lyin'! " she murmured.
"Told you I was big," Abner said, cock-proud.
"Just to look at that thing makes my mouth water," Sally moaned, her mouth drooling, her voice rasping with urgent need.
"What you doin', Sally?. "
"I wanna get me a closer look and then some!"
Sally went down to her knees at his feet, which brought her face right smack level with the jutting member.
From between Sally's lips came a ripe wet pink tongue, to lick those self-same lips and coat them with a mass of glimmering saliva.
Her mouth was as shiny as her eyes as she took hold of Abner's cock. Her brother groaned with wanting when she handled his penis.
"What a beauty!" she murmured.
The uncircumcised penis was a good eight inches long, and thick. Abner had a black bush, glossy as an otter pelt, and a pair of heavy balls, now tightly swollen.
Sally wrapped her hand around the rod of flesh, squeezing it.
"It's so hot it burns my hand," she commented.
"Sally, what you fixin' to do?! "
"That pecker of yours looks so good that I'm just gone have to kiss it!"
"Oh, Sally... oh! ummmmm... "
Sally pulled back his foreskin and applied her ripe red moist puckered lips to the cock head and started smooching.
Wet sucking kissing sounds mixed with Abner's stifled groans of desire.
"Gone kiss it all over," Sally said, then did just that.
She raised his red rod from the horizontal to the vertical, so it stood straight up, so she could kiss her way down the rod.
Abner was so shaken by the hot mouth action, that he took hold of Sally's bare smooth shoulders and clutched them for balance.
Sally kissed her way down to his balls and then she kissed them, too. And then she put her tongue to them.
PART FOUR
Here was something new under the sun (the moon, actually) taking a man's member by mouth and Judy watched through the keyhole with utter fascination.
Abner's face contorted with glowing red pleasure as Sally applied the tip of her tongue to his swollen balls.
He squirmed, shook, and rose on his toes from the licking.
Then Sally slithered the flat of her tongue around his root of flesh, and licked upward, polishing up his penis.
Saliva glistened on the cock, and on Sally's face, too, as she nuzzled the upright member and rubbed it with her face.
She gripped the cock and squeezed, putting its throbbing head to her lips, then slipping her tongue between foreskin and cock head.
Abner's muscles flexed convulsively as she licked his cock head.
Then she took it in her mouth.
Ripe red moist pliant lips pressed hard on the shaft below the head, clutching it while she nursed on the cock head.
She sucked and slurped on the cock head like an infant nursing on Momma's nipple.
Saliva sloshed in her mouth.
The smooth slippery insides of her lips glided down the shaft. It pressed her tongue, squashing it down.
She tilted her head and took the cock deep in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and slurped and worked.
She bobbed her head back the red shaft emerged dripping from her lips, only to once more sink back between them when she pushed her head forward.
Her brown hair, spilling in fluffy waves down her shoulders and over her tits, slid caressingly over her skin as her head bobbed.
Abner picked up the rhythm and worked his hips in response, pumping his stiff oversized red penis back and forth.
He was too long for Sally to take the cock all the way in, but she took it as deep as she could, which was considerable.
Saliva spilled from the corners of her stretched mouth, wetting her chin.
Abner grunted more deeply and groaningly as her mouth work affected him.
Sally now tossed her head this way and that. Once, she took her mouth all the way off the member and gripped it.
It had been impressive earlier, but now it was awesome, and to peeping Judy more than a little fearsome.
The shaft was so red that it looked raw. Its head swelled up like a mushroom crown.
Sally took it and rubbed it all over her face, smearing more saliva on it before she took it back in her mouth to continue the sucking.
She circled the cock at its base, with thumb and forefinger, holding it horizontally with her hand and mouth.
Her free hand drifted down between her kneeling thighs, to press her pussy through her bloomers, to feel and fondle herself while she sucked.
She pressed a fold of the bloomer fabric right into her slit, where juices oozed into it and permeated the cloth.
Her fingers worked, writhing on her sex, stroking while she sucked.
Even to a virgin like Judy, it was obvious something would happen soon.
Abner made strangled moaning noises and pumped his penis harder and faster, while Sally's bobbing head followed and matched him.
Each time his shaft partially withdrew from her mouth, it burned hotter and redder and progressively more swollen.
Abner's ass cheeks trembled from the tension with which he held them clenched...
suddenly, he started trembling all over.
"Sally!! !... " he groaned.
He shoved his hips forward. Sally pushed her head forward to meet him, taking his rod as deep in her mouth as she could.
Abner came.
Sally stopped fondling her pussy through her drawers as her brother came. Her cheeks flared outward under the force of a load of come.
Then she was tilting her head to take the cock deeper into her throat, and she was sucking and swallowing the come.
In gushing spasms it spurted down her velvet gullet, as she gulped away...
Abner, at the time of his orgasm, seemed struck by lightning. He shook and shivered, air hissing out through the clenched teeth of his red face.
His orgasm peaked, then subsided. Abner let out a heaving groan. Her mouth still filled, Sally murmured appreciatively: "Mmmmmmmmmmmm... '. Outside the door, Judy held her breath, for it had grown quiet in the room, filled now with the heavy breathing of her brother and older sister.
Sally held the penis in her mouth for some time... at last, holding the cock, she pulled her head back.
The smooth insides of her satiny lips pressed the penis and slid down it, sucking up all excess juices.
The red shaft emerging from her mouth glistened as if oiled... Sally's sticky lips puckered outward as the cock head came free.
Abner groaned.
"Ummmmm, you're still hard!" she murmured.
"That sure was swell, sister," Abner sighed.
"Glad you liked it," Sally said, smacking her lips, rolling her tongue. "I'm even more glad that you're still hard!"
She squeezed his cock. A droplet oozed from the cock head. Sally stuck out her tongue and lapped it up, swallowed it down.
Sally pressed a moist steamy smooch on the cock head, then released the rod and rose a bit shakily to her feet.
At the crotch of her white bloomers was a patch of dampness, where her pussy juices had soaked the fabric.
Standing, Sally undid the drawstring of her bloomers, unknotting them where they were tightly tied at the waist.
The bow undone, she slipped her hands inside the tops of her bloomers and opened them wide at the waist and took them down.
Between her legs was a curly thicket of chestnut brown hair, all fleecy and fluffy, an explosion of pubic curls.
Her taut lower abdomen dropped down to a swelling rosy-lipped pubic mound. Her tits jiggled as she stepped out of her bloomers.
Naked, Sally turned her back to her brother and went to the bed. Her ripe buttocks jiggled as she made her way.
Abner followed, his gaze locked on her ripe, swaying ass cheeks.
The bed was too narrow, too cramped, and not strong enough to hold the two of them, but there was a way around that.
Sally mounted the bed at its side, kneeling on it, with her shining white bottom and thick-lipped pussy poised at the edge.
She crouched on hands and knees, glancing over her shoulder with a hot come- hither look at her ardent, aroused brother.
Abner came up behind her. Tension held his erection standing at a tilted angle from his hips, like a lance of red flesh.
Sally invitingly wiggled her hips, swaying her buttocks... her knees were wide apart on the mattress.
The lips of her pussy hung quiveringly down below the rounded moons of her ass, the labia glistening with smeared juices.
Abner came up behind her, to stand on the floor at the bedside, his penis level with the hindquarters of his sister.
Leaning into her, he massaged his red rod against her ass cheeks and across the smooth polished backs of her taut thighs.
Taking hold of his cock, he pressed its head against her pussy lips, wedging them open with the tip of his cock.
Bright pink membranes flashed when her pussy lips were parted.
"Ungh!" Sally groaned, when Abner stuffed his knobbed cock head inside her.
"That hurt you?" Abner asked urgently.
"Uh-uh! No... it just feels so good gimme all you got, brother!"
Abner leaned forward and started feeding her some more of his cock, the red shaft reaming her and opening her.
And penetrating her.
As the swollen red shaft sank inside, Sally rocked back on her haunches, pushing her pussy to aid in her penetration.
Her moans grew deeper and more breathless with each inch of the cock that was fed up inside her.
Until at last all of her brother's cock was stuffed in her pussy.
Abner moaned and sighed as much as she did, from the feeling of his cock being engulfed in her hot steamy sex.
His hands roamed over her ripe ass cheeks, stroking and squeezing them, then moved . down to caress her taut flexing thighs.
He took hold of her hips and went to it, fucking her... his cock was so tight in her pussy that even Judy could hear the suction sounds as he thrust and pumped.
When he put his rod deep into her, his hips slammed into her buttocks, rippling them, making them quiver.
Abner crouched, bending his legs at the knees as he put it to her.
Sally rocked in response, giving as good as she got, throwing her hips back to meet his thrusts.
Her heavy dangling breasts swayed and shook, their stiff nipples throbbing.
Abner groped under her, his big hands making free with those flopping tits. At last, he took them both in his hands.
The tits served as satiny handles of flesh, his fingers sinking deep into their buttery softness.
He gripped her so that her stiff nipples jutted down from the bottoms of his clutching hands as he squeezed her tits.
He pulled her back to him even more. He palpitated and kneaded the breasts, all the while coursing deep hard strokes into her.
He grunted and Sally whimpered with ever-mounting passion. The bed creaked and squealed and squeaked and shuddered.
So did Abner and Sally...
Sally's fingers were claws, digging into the mattress, clutching the sheets and tangling them up.
She leaned forward now, pushed there by the hard fast action of her big brother's sizzling thrusts.
Her head was raised, her face red, her features contorted with passion.
Abner put it to her hard and fast with deep driving strokes. He had already come once, and was able to go even longer this time.
It was not warm in the hall, but Judy felt on fire.
Her face was cherry red. Her lips were sore from all the abstracted chewing the nymphet had done while watching.
She caught her juicy lower lip, ripe and pouting, between her teeth, and worried at it, biting off little flecks of skin.
Her eyes bulged. Tension knotted her tummy. Her innards churned. Her skin felt as if it was burning up.
She was nubile, mighty well grown for a girl her age. Some of her school chums were still flat as a board and hairless between the legs.
But not Judy...
She was ripe and ready to be plucked.
Her nipples jutted, her pussy quivered. She trembled while watching Abner ride Sally on home to both their orgasms.
Abner shoved into Sally. This time, he did not draw back for yet another sizzling thrust, but kept his cock planted deep.
And came.
Abner shook, shivered, shuddered, and gasped as his second orgasm hit him.
Sally clawed the bed as masses of come spurted into her steaming pussy and filled her with thick creamy come.
Abner rose on his toes, to drive the last few drops of his orgasm into her, his cock head knocking at the mouth of her womb.
Sally's tight pussy clutched his cock, clamping down on it, milking it dry.
Sally was woozy, like a poleaxed steer... her eyes crossed before she squeezed them closed and shuddered through the cycle of her climax.
Her knees buckled wobbly... her arms lost their strength. Slowly but surely, she started to slide down on the mattress.
Abner still clutched her tits, pulling back on them to draw her into his cock while it came, holding her tight.
Now he followed her down, keeping his cock inside her, gasping and heaving great sighs as she sank down on the bed...
Now Sally lay flat on the mattress, with her tits and belly pressing it, and Abner hugged her, crouching over her.
His form was molded to hers, and his cock was planted deep. Exhausted, satisfied for now, dizzy with drink and dreamy lust, Abner and Sally took their rest...
A sixth sense warned Judy that she was not alone in the hall.
She stiffened, but did not move, remaining at the keyhole, peeping, her knees aching from the time she had thus far spent on them.
Perhaps a shadow fell on her perhaps a floorboard creaked perhaps motion had disturbed the air currents, warning her of the newcomer's approach.
But she knew someone else was there before the hand came down on her shoulder.
She started, squirming, whipping her head around to see who it was.
It was Daddy!
Zach Dawkins stood in the hall, bare from the waist up, except for his suspenders.
He wore pants, and was barefoot.
To Judy, crouching on the floor, her father looked impossibly huge as he loomed up over her.
Zach swayed slightly from drunkenness. But he was not angered at catching his youngest daughter in the act of peeping.
Judy opened her mouth to whimper, but before she could make a sound, her daddy placed his finger across his lips.
"Shhhhh," he whispered, signaling her to silence.
Taking Judy's hand-she was a big girl for her age, but her hand was dwarfed by the size of his own he helped her to her shaky feet.
"D-d-d-d-daddy," she whispered, "they were, were, were fucking!"
"Shhhhh!" Daddy said. "I know, darlin'... come with me."
Taking her by the hand, he led her down the hall...
* * *
"Daddy, I can't do it I can't!" Judy whimpered.
"Sure you can, darlin'! "
"I can't! It it's too big! It hurts me!"
"Shhhh! Not so loud, little girl! We don't want to wake none of the others! You just hush up now, hear?! "
"But Daddy, it hurts!"
"You just got to try harder relax loosen up! It'll go in then."
"It won't fit! Daddy!"
"It's got to," Zach said grimly, '"cause there ain't no stoppin' me now, baby, not when I'm this close!"
"Owwww! You're hurting me, Daddy-mmmmphh!"
Zach Dawkins clapped his big hand over the lower half of his daughter Judy's mouth, effectively muffling her cry of pain.
The girl squirmed, her eyes spilling tears, rolling in wild alarm over the top of his clutching hand.
She was naked and on her back with her legs spread, on Daddy's bed, and Daddy was on top of her, trying to get in her.
He meant to have her no matter if he had to force her. His head was on fire and so were his loins, feverish fire.
She was the fruit of his loins, and now he would pluck the flower of that human fruit, and take her virginity.
Whether she wanted to, or not!
It hadn't started off this roughly things had just gotten out of hand. Why, at first, he hadn't even intended to break her cherry.
He had to go to the bathroom. His full bladder had coaxed him from a drunken stupor where he lay on Aunt Gertie's bed.
Not to mention Aunt Gertie, whose body was sandwiched between the mattresses.
His wife Emma was still asleep, snoring softly, played out from drink and hot sex, as Zach stumbled into wakefulness.
Going back from the outhouse, he found his daughter on her knees. Cautioning her to silence, he took her small hand in his and led her to his room.
On the way, they had to pass by Aunt Gertie's room, where the open door allowed father and daughter to see Emma wrapped in deep sleep on the bed.
Zach quietly eased the door shut. He gave Judy a pat on her ripe little bottom and urged her down the hall.
He took her to the room he shared with his wife, who of course was not there.
Closing the door, he brought Judy to his bed.
He sat the girl on his lap, while he sat on the bed's edge, feet on the floor, holding his daughter on his lap.
Even his intoxicated eyes saw her stiff nipples jutting against the front of her night dress.
She wore only the thin linen wrapper of a night dress, which covered but couldn't not conceal her ripening curves.
Her apple shaped breasts, free and unbound, with their stiff nipples, pressed alluringly against the front of the wrapper.
Her rounded bottom rested in his lap, soft buttocks pressing his genitals.
Holding her on his lap, he stroked her hair, played with her braids, petted and patted her, with long sliding strokes of his trembling hands.
His caresses grew ever more ardent. Judy was red-faced. As she squirmed on his lap, her soft bottom pressed his flesh.
He put his hands on her ripe titties.
"Daddy!"
"Trust me, darlin' I will make you feel real good!"
She closed her eyes and squirmed, but made no move to resist the action of his hands on her breasts.
Judy moaned softly, squirming when his fingers pressed and stroked her stiff nipples through the linen wrapper.
But hot-blooded Zach Dawkins would not stop there...
Judy whimpered a protest when he eased her hem up her long coltish legs, but he just reminded her that Daddy knew best.
Up, up, up the hem rose, revealing pale pink thin thighs, then her white bloomers, as he pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist.
He took her off his lap, then, so he could fully strip her. He wrestled off her night dress, freeing it from her youthful form.
Modest Judy made a soft outcry when the night dress was removed, and she crossed her arms over her chest, to cover her tender titties.
Daddy took hold of her thin wrists in his big hands, and gently but firmly pulled her arms down to her sides.
"Look at how pretty you are," he whispered. "You sure are gettin' your growth, too, little honey you got nothin' to be ashamed of!
"So, don't cover up them cute little titties--you should be proud of them!"
"Do you do you think they're big enough. Daddy? I mean, Sally is so much bigger in the chest than me "
"Never you mind, dear, don't worry your pretty little head about that! When you git to be as old as your sister, you'll be big as her, too!
"In the meantime, why, I like you love you just how you are!"
"You-you mean that, Daddy?"
"Well, I sure 'nough do... I'll prove it to you! You come on over here and let Daddy kiss them pretty little titties of yours!"
He sat on the bed. Judy stood facing him, standing between his spread legs, covered only by her thin bloomers.
Her breasts jiggled... they were high and firm, yet nicely rounded. Their nipples were dark pink buttons pasted to the tips.
Daddy held her arms down at her sides and pulled her to him. He pressed his hot bearded face to her trembling titties.
"Teehee Daddy, your beard tickles!"
Intense lust creased Zach's thick features as he pulled his head back and forth across her nubile young breasts.
He covered them with kisses, then stuck out his tongue and licked the nipples, saliva clinging to the tips of his beard where it framed her lips.
"Ummmmm, that feels so nice, Daddy!" Judy moaned.
Zach took a chance and let go of her wrists. Judy kept her arms at her sides, and leaned her chest into his face.
He cupped her tit, squeezing it so the protruding nipple pointed at his mouth, then he took it between his lips.
He lipped the nipple, nibbled it, licked and chewed it. His hands reached behind her, fastening to her bottom.
After a while, he took the nipple out of his mouth... looking down between her legs, he spied the dark shadow of her tufted pubic bush through her thin bloomers.
"I know how to make you feel real, real good, darling," he rasped.
He reached between her legs and rubbed her little pussy. He wedged his hand between her thighs, pushing them wider apart.
Judy was nervous as a spooked filly at first, but lost her skittishness as heat from his handlings rose between her legs.
Juices seethed and dripped inside her. Zach dared to open the knotted bow of her bloomer drawstring.
He pulled down her bloomers, and there she was, all naked for him.
"C'mon over here to Daddy," he muttered.
He sat her on his knee, her ripe quivering buttocks pressing the tops of his thighs, his arm circling her thin waist, steadying her.
He put his hand between her thin thighs and rubbed her naked pussy.
Judy had a dark black tufted bush, its hairs sleek and fine as silk, partially covering a pair of thin, delicate pussy lips.
Those pussy lips glowed hotly under the stroking of Zach's fingers, sliding up and down on them.
Judy squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on her lower lip and rocked back and forth on his leg in response to his handling.
His finger lay lengthwise in her slit, along it, pressing apart the thin lips to expose sleek dripping steaming membranes.
Bright hot pink flashed between her rosy seething pussy lips. Juices smeared on his finger as he rubbed her.
He pressed his fingertip against the little node of throbbing flesh that was her tender clitoris and Judy almost writhed off his leg.
Pressing and rubbing her little clit, he fingered his daughter to climax.
... Judy was willing at first, when he took the dazed, trembling, post-orgasmic nymphet off his knee, and put her on his bed.
Her first murmured protests came when he greased her up, when he inserted his oily finger inside her.
Judy squirmed, moaning when his probing forefinger pressed her tender cherry. She murmured that his finger was tight in her.
It was, too her virgin pussy clutched that intruding finger, hugging it tightly, pressing it with satiny membranes.
She propped herself up on her elbows, sitting up in his bed, while he took off his pants and greased up his cock.
Judy's pussy quivered and she apprehensively eyed the rod of flesh jutting so formidably between his legs.
But she really got cold feet when he had mounted her skinny little body, with its surprisingly rounded ass and titties.
She moaned, whimpering when he forced his cock head between her pussy lips and stuffed its knobbed head between her legs.
She didn't want any more of the rod-didn't want to go through with it was starting to cry and whimper.
But there was no turning back now, not for lust-crazed Zach Dawkins.
He clamped his big broad seamed palm over her mouth, covering it, but leaving her nostrils uncovered.
He lowered himself on to and into her. She was tight... but slowly and surely his penetrating penis stretched and opened her virginal passage.
Judy's face creased in pain, its flushed red heat draining away to deathly paleness, her eyes squeezing shut.
Fat crystal tears trembled on her quivering eyelashes as she was entered. Her body was taut with strain.
She kicked and impotently thrashed, when Daddy's cock head bumped her precious little cherry, shivering it.
