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CELESTIAL REPOST (TOP 100 1997)
This story was originally posted in March, 1997. It is, in my
own personal opinion, the weakest of my "Porno TV" stories.
However, Celeste seems to disagree and placed it on her "Top 100"
list for the year.
Also, somehow it escaped being put on my web page; this is now
being corrected.
All of the PORNO TV stories can be found, along with stories by
Tom Bombadil and Tom Trinity, at this address:
http://members.iglou.com/stbush/stories.html
A final note: Thanks to all of you who have expressed condolences.
If I have failed to return your email messages, I apologize. I hope
you understand.
Shelby
PORNO TV, The Classic Pornographic Television Network Presents:
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Want you to meet the fam'ly
That's known as the Real McCoys.
From West Virginee they came to stay
In sunny Californ-ni-ay.
Ol' Grandpappy Amos and the girls and the boys
Of the family known as the real McCoys.
Livin' like good folks should live,
As happy as kids with toys,
Ol' Grandpappy Amos is head of the clan,
He roars like a lion but he's gentle as a lamb.
His grandson Luke keeps beaming with joy,
Since he made Miss Kate Missus Luke McCoy.
What a housekeeper Kate is,
She's doin' what she enjoys.
No gal can beat her when it comes to looks,
The same can be said about the way she cooks,
For Grandpappy Amos and the girls and the boys
Of the family known as the real McCoys.
Sharing each others' sorrows,
Enjoyin' each others' joys.
Like all other fam'lies they quarrel and fuss
But it ain't never serious,
With Grandpappy Amos and the girls and the boys
Of the family known as the real McCoys.
(That clanging you heard was a dinner bell. If you don't know what
that means, you've never seen the show.) :)
................................................................
Introduction:
The Real McCoys almost never got on the air. When it was first
proposed to the networks by writers Irving and Norman Pincus, the
experts said it would never work. Maybe it would go over out in the
sticks, but a comedy based on country people would never succeed with
city people.
But the Pincus brothers had the last laugh. The Real McCoys was at
the top of the ratings for the next six years, and spawned 'country
comedy', leading to other shows which would include Andy Griffith,
Beverly Hillbillies, Petticoat Junction and Green Acres.
The star of the show was Walter Brennan, a three-time Oscar winner who
originally didn't want any part of the production. He was 63 when he
began playing the cantankerous, scheming, porch-rockin', gol-darnin',
wheezy-voiced, limping Grandpa Amos McCoy.
Luke McCoy was played by Richard Crenna, who had outgrown his whining
character on Our Miss Brooks, and long before he met Rambo. His
beautiful wife Kate was Kathy Nolan.
Hassie and Little Luke, Luke McCoy's brother and sister, were played
by Lydia Reed and Michael Winkleman. Completing the cast were Pepino,
the musically inclined Mexican farm hand, and George MacMichael, their
argumentative neighbor.
The following story takes place during the "ABC run" of the series.
When the show moved to CBS for a single season in 1962, Luke became a
widower. Which is a nice way to say the writers killed off Kate, a
harsh thing to do.
A note on the theme above: My reference is John Javna's "The TV Theme
Song Sing-Along Song Book, Volume 2". My _memory_ tells me there were
either additional verses, or an alternative version. I keep
remembering a line that said, "And that's old George, he lives next
door..."
................................................................
The Real McCoys: "Grandpa's Hoe"
Little Luke McCoy dashed down the driveway, glancing behind him every
few steps. As he reached the house, he noted that the high school bus
was just topping the hill.
"Good," he breathed heavily to himself, "I beat Hassie home."
He opened the door hurriedly, and ran to his room. He stepped in,
closed the door, dropped his schoolbooks on the bed and pulled down
the window shade.
He peeled off a piece of electrical tape that ran along over a chair
rail on the wall. He knelt down, and peered through the crack that
had been hidden.
Through the narrow slit, he could get a pretty complete view of
Hassie's room.
Little Luke heard the front screen door slam shut, then watched as
Hassie entered her room. She glanced around, dropped her books on the
bed, then went back and pushed her door shut.
She rolled her head in an effort to relax, then rubbed her neck.
Beginning to relax, she unbuttoned the front of her school dress, and
let it drop off her shoulders. It fell to the floor, and Little Luke
grinned as he watched her body revealed in the plain white bra,
half-slip and panties.
She picked up the dress, bending over from the waist, her butt toward
Little Luke's peephole. Luke grinned again; her slip rode up, and the
crotch of her panties appeared, a few dark hairs appearing on each
side of the narrow strip of fabric covering her privates.
The glimpse was brief; Hassie stood up and shook out the dress, and
stepped over to her closet to hang it up.
She walked back over to the bed, a pair of jeans in her hands. She
tugged off the half-slip and dropped it into a hamper, then stepped
into the jeans. She sat, then lay back on the bed, and zipped up the
tight pants.
Little Luke watched, disappointedly, as she pulled on a short-sleeved
flannel shirt, buttoning it up, covering herself back up. She opened
the door to her room and walked out.
"Shit," Little Luke muttered. "Not even enough time to get a boner."
...........................................................
"Grandpa" Amos McCoy walked out of the barn. He licked his fingers,
and counted the wad of money he had in his hand again.
"That ought to be enough," he mumbled to himself. He stashed the wad
of bills into his overall pocket, and headed to the house.
...........................................................
Kate McCoy was in the kitchen, as usual. The delicious smells of
supper cooking filled the room. Hassie breezed in.
"Smells good," Hassie smiled.
Kate acknowledged her with a nod. "Where's Little Luke?"
"He's home," Hassie said, peeking in one of the pots on the stove. "I
saw him rushing in. Probably in his room with homework."
"Good. Supper's almost ready. Go get your brother, will'ya?"
Hassie nodded. "Is he in the back field?"
"Yep. You might have to wave at him, he's on the tractor."
Hassie headed out the back door and toward the field. Just after the
screen door slammed, it was opened again. Grandpa limped into the
house.
"Why can't those kids go in and out without slammin' the screen door?"
Grandpa complained, the screen door slamming behind him.
He limped through the kitchen, and headed for his rocking chair in the
sitting room.
...........................................................
Pepino stepped back from the stack of hay bales and mopped his brow
with a red bandana. He was proud of his work; the bales were evenly
stacked, neatly arranged to not fall over, even in one of the
earthquakes that sometimes shook the farm.
There was a tap on his shoulder.
Pepino turned, and broke into a huge smile. "Maria!"
The young woman smiled; a warm, soft exprssion, with a hint of
seductiveness.
"Did you do it?" she asked.
Pepino nodded. He put a finger to his lips to caution her to silence,
then looking both ways, he stepped over to the stack of hay bales.
The third bale from the left... up two bales... He grasped the baling
wire and tugged. The bale swung outward, revealing an open, dark
space inside.
Maria took a small flashlight from her pocket and turned it on. She
bent down and looked inside. There was a pile of fresh straw, a
blanket, and a battery-powered lamp.
"Good," she smiled approvingly. "Our little hideaway."
"You want to break it in?" Pepino whispered.
Maria nodded. She climbed through the hole, and Pepino followed her.
He pulled the bale back into place.
Maria pulled her simple dress over her head. She wore nothing
underneath. Her breasts were full and round, the nipples erect.
Below, a dark patch of curly hair flashed between her upper thighs.
"Ay carumba!" muttered Pepino.
...........................................................
Luke turned the corner with the tractor. He glanced up; across the
field, he saw Hassie waving at him. He waved back, then looked at his
watch. It must be suppertime.
And after supper...
A grin spread across Luke's face. He turned the tractor toward the
barn.
............................................................
Over supper, Grandpa muttered, "Broke my hoe this afternoon."
Luke frowned. "Broke it? How?"
Amos leaned over his plate, reaching for a biscuit. "Rammed it into a
stubborn rock out in my vegetable garden. Broke the handle off."
Luke nodded. "I'll go in tomorrow and get a new handle."
"Nah," Amos shook his head. "I ain't helpless. I'll go into town
tonight and get one myself."
"Tonight?" Kate asked.
"Why not? I ain't helpless. Besides, it'll give you two a little
time without me around."
"We don't mind you bein' around," Luke protested. Then in a lower
tone he added, "Besides, there's still Little Luke and Hassie here."
"One less pair of ears," Amos grinned at him. "You two need to learn
to be a little less noisy. I've heard quieter cats."
Kate blushed.
"Yep," Grandpa grinned, sitting back in his chair and patting his
stomach. "Gonna go into town and get me a hoe."
...........................................................
Later on that evening:
Little Luke watched as his sister Hattie slipped out of her jeans and
shirt. She rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a nightgown. She
stepped over to one side of the room, just out of the line of sight
through the slit.
He waited, nervously, for her to reappear. Minutes passed.
He squinted through the slit again. Where had she gone? She was just
getting to the interesting part...
He listened closely, holding his breath. He started to get nervous.
What if she had heard him? He could hear nothing now...
There was a tap on his shoulder. He nearly jumped out of his skin.
He whirled around, falling backward against the wall. He looked up
into the face of his sister.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
...........................................................
Amos approached the door cautiously. He glanced both ways before he
knocked. A panel on the door slid quietly open.
"Yes?" The voice was low and feminine.
"Joe sent me," Grandpa whispered.
There was a chuckle from the woman inside. "Amos McCoy, you old goat.
C'mon in."
Amos heard two deadbolts slide out, and the door swung open. He
stepped inside, and the door closed behind him.
The room was dim, lighted by a pair of muted lamps. Three women sat
on a sofa on one side of the room.
The woman at the door looked Amos up and down. "It's been a long
time, Amos." She was dressed in a long, black robe with fur at the
edges. Her hair was piled high, and her makeup belied her age.
"It has been, Carmelita," Amos agreed.
"That new daughter-in-law keeping you busy?" the older lady winked.
"Not like that. Luke won't let her have any spare time."
Carmelita took Amos' arm and led him into the sitting room. The three
women on the sofa smiled at him warmly. They were dressed in skimpy
nighties, their breasts plainly visible through the sheer material.
"See anything you like?" Carmelita smiled.
"I saw what I liked when I came in," Amos whispered.
"Oh, you old flatterer. You know I'm not in that part of the business
any more."
"Mebbie you can make an exception for an old customer. You was always
my favorite."
"Maybe." There was a sparkle in Carmelita's eyes. She turned to one
of the girls on the sofa. "Elaine, take charge for a while. Mama's
got a hot one."
Elaine giggled and nodded. Carmelita took Amos's arm again and led
him through a curtained doorway and down the hall.
...........................................................
"Nothin'," Little Luke muttered. "I wasn't doin' nothing."
Hassie bent down and peered through the slit. "That's my room. You
were peeping at me when I was dressing."
"I dint see anything," Little Luke whimpered.
"Like hell," Hassie stormed. She was bent over Little Luke in a
threatening manner.
Little Luke couldn't help but notice that her nightgown hung open at
the neck. And he couldn't help but see Hassie's pert little breasts
hanging just inside her nightgown.
Hassie noticed the direction of his gaze, and his open-mouthed stare.
"You like looking?" She stepped back one step and straightened up.
She unfastened the top button on her nightgown. She tugged it down
over her shoulders, revealing her naked breasts to his gaping stare.
"Then take a better look."
She stepped forward again, closer to him. Her tits were only inches
away from his face.
With a sudden motion, she pressed one against his mouth. Little
Luke's lips latched around her nipple, and he sucked madly on it.
"You suck like a baby," Hassie scorned, pulling herself away from his
mouth. "Do it gentle. Use your tongue."
She moved close again, and again, Little Luke began to suck on her
breast; but this time, he was more gentle. His tongue swirled around
her stiff nipple.
"Better," Hassie said. "Better."
Little Luke reached up with one hand and put it on her buttock. She
snatched it off.
"No hands -- at least not yet," she hissed.
................................................................
Pepino struggled out of his clothes. Maria picked up the flashlight
and directed toward him. She focused it on his crotch and the
appendage that appeared when he dropped his pants.
"El Grande," she whispered huskily.
The organ pulsed as she watched. Pepino looked down self-consciously,
watching it jerk rhythmically with each beat of his heart -- and his
heart was beating fast.
Maria set the flashlight down and crawled over the straw, then grasped
Pepino's penis, running her fingers up and down the shaft. The organ
was too large for her to circle with one hand.
She kissed its tip, running her tongue around the ridge of his
cockhead, tasting him.
"No," Pepino said, quietly. "You first."
He pushed her gently backwards. She lay back on the straw. Pepino
leaned over her, and kissed her full breasts. Even in this position,
they stood out from her body, the nipples distended and tight.
He rolled his tongue over one nipple, then the other. Then he kissed
his way down her body until he reached the curly patch of fur. He
buried his nose in her pubic hair, inhaling the marvelous scent.
Reaching down, he hooked an elbow under each knee, and tugged up,
tilting her hips forward, opening her for fine dining. He bent down
and ran his tongue around her outer lips, tasting the sweet honey that
already was leaking copiously from her cunt.
................................................................
Hassie stepped back, pulling her tit out of Little Luke's mouth. The
nipple was distended, bigger than the other one.
She glanced down at herself and giggled. She took another step
backward, rubbing her other nipple, trying to make them even up.
"Now, little brother," she said, smiling with a twinkle in her eye,
"It's my turn to look."
Little Luke gazed back, uncomprehendingly.
"Take off your pants, silly," she said. "I want to look at YOU."
After another confused moment, it finally got through to Little Luke.
He scrambled to his feet, unfastened his pajama bottoms, and dropped
them to the floor.
His penis, about three-quarters erect, stood forth from his body.
Hassie whistled softly.
"I don't think I'll call you 'Little' Luke any more."
...........................................................
"Kids in bed?" Kate asked as Luke came into their bedroom. She was
lying in the bed, the covers tucked up under her chin.
Luke nodded. "Pepino's lights are out, too. I think he went into
town. I haven't seen him since this afternoon."
"Maybe he's got a date."
"Maybe. Grandpa's still in town."
Kate nodded. "The stores don't close till nine. He's probably
enjoying being out by himself."
"That leaves us here in this room by ourselves, Sugar Babe."
"C'mere then," Kate said, throwing off the covers.
She was completely naked.
Luke stood for a moment, admiring her body. The way her boobs stood
out from her chest, their pink nipples bobbing with each movement.
Her taut little belly, the small navel, the lush patch of fur at the
juncture of her legs that partially hid her marvelous honey hole.
Luke threw off the bathrobe he was wearing. His penis proceeded him
into the bed. Like his father's and grandfather's, it was big.
Really big.
Kate grabbed it as he rolled over to her, and held it tightly as their
lips met. Luke's tongue drove deep into her mouth, until Kate forced
it back into his own by pushing hers into his mouth.
Kate turned and rolled over onto Luke's body, her legs straddling his
head. She wrapped her lips around his massive cock, as she pressed
her pussy into Luke's face.
Luke's tongue rolled Kate's clit like a marble in mud.
...........................................................
Carmelita turned, and dropped the robe to the floor. The nightgown
she wore covered her vital areas completely, but what Amos could see
caused a familiar sensation in his overalls.
"Aren't you going to get undressed?" she asked.
Amos began to scramble out of his clothes. As the overalls hit the
floor, Carmelita smiled.
"I'll have to say you still have the biggest sword I've ever seen --
and I've seen a bunch."
"It's a family trait," Amos grinned. "My son had one too. And Luke
and Little Luke follow suit."
"You're going to have to bring the boys in sometime," Carmelita
smiled. "Let me see them for myself."
"Hah!" Amos laughed. "Luke's too busy with that hot little wife of
his, and Little Luke's just thirteen."
"Old enough to get started," Carmelita grinned. "Hell, back home in
West Virginia, he'd be old enough to get married."
"Mebbie..." Amos stood naked in front of her, his sizable organ
hanging forward, beginning to swell to erection. "In the meantime, I
think we've got some business."
Carmelita giggled. "You randy old goat." She slipped the straps of
her nightgown off her shoulders. The red silky fabric slid slowly
down her body, revealing her breasts, full but sagging a bit. The
nightgown dropped to her hips. She pushed it over her large backside,
and it dropped to the floor.
Her dark pubic hair was shaved into a heart-shape. Amos grinned.
"Same ol' Carmelita."
"It's my trademark," Carmelita whispered, as she stepped forward out
of the nightgown at her feet. She gripped Amos' penis. "Let's get
this thing ready for action."
...........................................................
"You want to touch it?" Little Luke asked.
"No. I just want to look." Hassie knelt down to take a closer view.
Her tits were still exposed, the top of her nightgown gathered around
her waist. "You can touch it yourself, if you want."
Little Luke grasped his cock, and stroked it slowly. It rose to full
erection, its purple head throbbing. A clear drop of liquid formed on
the tip.
Involuntarily, Hassie licked her lips. She looked up at Little Luke's
face. His eyes were fixed on her tits, his tongue at the corner of
his mouth.
"So," she said, finally, "do you just peep on me? Or do you look in
on Luke and Kate, too?"
Little Luke nodded, still stroking his cock.
"You can peek on Luke and Kate?"
He nodded again, speechless.
Hassie pulled her nightgown up over her breasts. Little Luke's gaze
broke; his stroking slowed. A look of intelligence came back into his
face.
Little Luke pointed across the room. Hassie looked where he pointed.
There on the wall along the chair rail was a strip of electrical tape.
He pulled up his pajama bottoms, and stepped over to the other wall.
He carefully peeled off the tape.
Hassie bent down and looked through the revealed slit. "Oh, golly,"
she gasped. She had an excellent view of Luke and Kate's bed -- and
the activity on it.
...........................................................
Carmelita knelt down, and pushed Amos back to sit on the edge of the
bed. She ran her fingers up and down his sizable penis, then leaned
forward and brushed her tongue across the purplish head.
Amos sighed. He closed his eyes, and put his hands on the back of
Carmelita's head.
She slid her lips over his cockhead, her tongue swirling around the
contours of his glans. Sucking gently, she slid her fingers up and
down his shaft, pumping him up to a full erection.
...........................................................
Unaware that they were being watched, Kate and Luke continued in their
sixty-nine position, Kate taking more and more of Luke's massive cock
into her mouth, Luke finding more room for fingers in Kate's cunt.
...........................................................
Little Luke knelt down behind his sister. If he held his head real
close to hers, he could see through the slit, too. He leaned over her
shoulder, watching.
...........................................................
Pepino's lips were fastened around Maria's clit, and the tip of his
tongue flicked over the little organ.
"Ohhhhh," Maria moaned, "that feels so good..."
Pepino slipped a finger up under his chin, sliding it into her moist
cunt. He could feel her inner muscles squeezing his finger as he slid
it in and out to compliment the rhythm set up by his tongue.
"My gosh, Pepino!" Maria whispered. "I think I'm going to explode!"
And she did.
Her body shook; she bucked her hips, mashing Pepino's lips against his
teeth. Pepino pulled his head back, still working his middle finger
in her cunt as it squeezed powerfully around it.
After a moment, she stopped shaking. She reached up and grabbed
Pepino's ears. She pulled his head toward hers, trailing his body
over her own. She wrapped her legs around his hips, then reached down
with one hand and guided Pepino's sizable organ toward the opening
between her legs.
"Fuck me, senor," she panted. "Fuck me now, fuck me hard."
He drove his cock deeply into her cunt. She took in a sharp breath of
surprise as her pussy was filled with him. Then she began to rock her
hips in rhythm with his small, quick thrusts.
His thrusts became deeper, longer. He was bottoming out against her
cervix, his cockhead deep inside her, until he was breathing fast and
his balls tightened.
...........................................................
Kate raised her head and looked back at her husband lapping merrily at
her cunt. She pushed back a little against his mouth, enjoying the
sensation of his rough tongue sliding over her sensitive clit.
She rolled off and turned around, straddling the long, lanky form of
her husband's body. She lay on his chest, her breasts pressing
against his chest.
Luke pulled her knees up, and opened her slit. He reached over her,
and with his arm down the crack in her ass, guided his cock into her
pussy.
With a short thrust, he sank deeply into her.
Kate sighed with pleasure.
She pushed up against his chest, pushing back against his cock, taking
more of its length into her, rubbing her clit along its veiny surface.
When she bottomed out, she sat up, pushing herself up with her legs,
until just the cockhead was within her, then lowered herself again,
this time taking more of his length. She could feel his cockhead
pressing her cervix; and it felt terrific.
Luke reached up and pressed his thumbs against her pink nipples. Kate
slid a hand down into her crotch and caressed her hot clit.
She again pushed up and dropped down, constricting her cunt as much as
she could around Luke's massive organ, until Luke moaned in that
unmistakable way he had... She dropped down, taking him as deeply as
she could as he grunted, and his seed filled her until it dripped down
his shaft because there was no more room for it inside her.
...........................................................
As they watched, Little Luke put his hand on Hassie's back to steady
himself. Hassie squirmed a little, and his hand slipped down to her
side.
Hassie reached up, grabbed his hand, and pulled it around to her
breast.
Little Luke squeezed her nipple through the thin nightgown; it was
even harder than it had been before.
He became aware that his penis was pressed against Hassie's hip. He
moved his hips a bit, rubbing his cock against her buttock.
"Stop that," Hassie hissed.
"Don't you want to do what they're doing?" Little Luke whispered.
She shook her head. Little Luke groaned.
...........................................................
Kate dropped down to Luke's chest. He held her as he rolled them
over. He pulled Kate's legs up, and with his cock still inside her,
started to thrust again.
With the added lubrication of his semen, he could move faster. He
thrust several times quickly, then slowly for a few times, then
quickly again.
Kate began to moan, and shaking her head from side to side, began to
howl.
"Shhh---" Luke hissed. "Remember what Grandpa said about cats?"
"I don't... Unnnh ... care!" Kate hissed back. "It's so
gooooOOOOOOOoooood!"
Her body convulsed with pleasure. She sank back into the pillows,
pressing her hips upward against Luke's, taking -- at long last -- his
entire length inside her, forcing open her cervix, allowing his
cockhead to pop inside her womb.
Luke's cock exploded again, forcing his seed inside deep inside her.
There was no leakage this time.
...........................................................
Carmelita took Amos' cock deep into her mouth. There was too much
cock, too little mouth. She pulled her head back.
"I think you're ready," she said, softly.
She sat back, and Amos lay back on the bed and rolled over. Carmelita
climbed up on the bed and lay beside him.
Amos reached a hand over to caress her breast. The nipple began to
stand up with his touch, the area around it crinkling.
"You've got soft hands for a farmer," she commented.
"I don't do much farmin' these days," Amos said. "I can't get out in
the fields much any more with my hip."
"Poor baby," she cooed. "Then maybe you should let me do most of the
work here."
She rolled over on top of him, her legs straddling his belly. She
pushed herself upright.
Amos reached up with both hands, grasping her tits. His penis stood
up behind her, nestled into the crack of her ass.
"Seems like old times," Carmelita whispered. She lifted herself up,
and Amos' cock slid forward, pressing against the opening to her
pussy.
Carmelita closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then lowered herself.
Amos' penis slid into her, all the way, until she settled onto his
hips, his entire cock inside her.
"Those young girls out there couldn't do that," Amos muttered.
"Age and experience has its advantages," Carmelita agreed.
...........................................................
Pepino pulled out.
Maria sat up. "What is wrong?"
"Nada," Pepino whispered. "Turn over."
Maria rolled over, and raised herself on her hands and knees. Pepino
moved up behind her, reached down and moved his penis into her cunt
from behind. Maria pushed back against his thrust, burying his cock
deep inside her again.
Pepino leaned forward, and grasped Maria's breasts, his fingers
tightening around her erect nipples, using them as a handle as he
plowed into her cunt from behind.
...........................................................
Hassie slipped a hand down into her crotch, and slid her long finger
over her lips. She was somewhat surprised at the amount of moisture
she found there.
She could feel Little Luke's cock pressing against her butt, and his
hands on her tits; watching her brother and sister-in-law through the
crack, she could imagine Little Luke's penis sliding into her virginal
pussy. She sighed softly.
"Okay," she breathed. "Okay."
She pulled up her nightgown. Little Luke adjusted his position, his
hard, hot cock sliding into the crack of her ass.
"You want me to do it?" Little Luke murmured, breathlessly.
"Sorta," Hassie whispered back.
She reached back and grasped his penis. It felt even bigger than it
had looked. She pushed it down between her thighs.
Little Luke could feel how wet her cunt was; his penis was getting
coated with her secretions.
He moved his hips, trying to get the head of his cock to the entrance
to her pussy.
Hassie clamped her thighs together. "No," she said quietly. "Wait."
Little Luke groaned. "What do you mean 'wait'?"
"Just wait." Hassie hissed.
Little Luke's cock was soaked with Hassie's honey. It was getting
very slippery between her thighs. He found he was able to slip it out
of her grasping thighs.
"Now put it in my ass," Hassie instructed. "You're wet enough."
Little Luke frowned. "In your ass?"
"I want to stay a virgin a little longer," Hassie explained. "Just do
my ass."
Little Luke shrugged. "Any old port in a storm," he thought.
Hassie reached back and guided Little Luke's cock to the puckered rose
of her asshole. She was right; his cock was slippery enough with her
lubricating cunt honey that his cockhead slipped into place easily.
She relaxed her sphincter; Little Luke pushed forward, impaling her
rectum.
"Mmmmmm", Little Luke moaned.
"Ahhhhh", Hassie answered back.
...........................................................
Pepino felt his balls tighten again, and again he pulled out of her.
"Roll over," he instructed.
The young girl did as he said. He reached down and grasped her
ankles, and pulled them up over his shoulders. This pulled her ass
off the straw-covered floor.
Pepino slid forward, his cock slipping gently between her labia as he
drove deeply into her again.
...........................................................
Carmelita began to move slowly, pushing herself up with her legs, then
lowering herself again. Her pussy tightened around Amos' cock with
each slow, luscious stroke.
"Oh, Carma," Amos moaned. "You're so good..."
Carmelita smiled. She continued her movement.
...........................................................
Hassie used her finger to roll her clit while Little Luke's cock slid
slowly in and out of her asshole. Little Luke's eyes were closed; the
show in the next room was much less on his mind than the sensation of
Hassie's body tightly closing around his cock.
He heard Hassie's breath get ragged, and felt her body tighten, just
as his own did. He felt he was right on the edge of an explosion.
He pushed as deeply as he could into her.
Her body clenched and vibrated.
His cock jerked, and his balls churned, and he felt himself pouring
out through his penis, spurt after spurt, deep into her ass.
...........................................................
Kate lay limp in Luke's arms. Their legs were tangled together,
Luke's huge member flaccidly lying against Kate's leg.
"Is it always going to be this good?" Kate asked softly.
"I hope to God it will," Luke sighed, and pulled her closer still.
...........................................................
"I'm coming again," Maria gasped.
Her body convulsed, and her pussy clasped at Pepino's cock. Pepino
slipped her ankles from his shoulders, and pulled her upper body to
his, his cock still clasped firmly inside her.
He held her close, until the convulsions subsided. He was now in a
kneeling position, holding Maria off the ground. She wrapped her legs
around his body, and her arms around his neck.
She began to pull with her arms, working herself on his cock. In this
position, her young pussy was even tighter around Pepino's cock, and
he was no longer in control of the movement.
When his balls tightened this time, he could not stop and change
position; he exploded deep inside the young woman.
As he came, Maria heard the small grunt he uttered and pulled her head
back to gaze into his eyes.
As their eyes met, a huge smile spread over each of their faces.
Pepino collapsed backward onto the straw, with Maria covering his
body.
...........................................................
Little Luke's cock was still hard, still in Hassie's ass. Hassie
pushed herself back, impaling herself still farther.
Little Luke held on to her breasts, the nipples distended, pressing
against the palms of his hands.
"Can you do it again," Hassie asked, breathlessly.
"I can try," Little Luke whispered back.
He pulled back, and drove his cock deep again.
"Yeah," breathed Hassie. "Oh, yeah."
Her fingers again found her clit, and she diddled it while Little Luke
stroked -- in and out, in and out -- until she felt him tighten up
again.
"Almost there," she whispered. "Hold on just... one... second..."
Little Luke trembled; it was difficult to hold off. His body wanted
to explode inside her again.
"Now," Hassie finally breathed, her body shaking.
Little Luke drove his cock deep into her rectum, and he began to
ejaculate, his cock jerking as it pumped.
...........................................................
Amos' fingers tightened around Carmelita's tits, squeezing them.
Carmelita continued pushing herself up and down Amos' shaft.
She could sense a tightening in Amos' body, and slowed the motion a
bit. Amos began to breathe shallowly.
She settled onto his body, pushing him deep inside her. She leaned
forward a bit, pushing her breasts against his hands.
He jerked; she felt his cock throbbing inside her.
He breathed again, a broad smile spreading over his face. She leaned
forward and kissed his forehead, then rolled over, allowing him to
cuddle her for a few minutes.
...........................................................
The next morning:
The family sat down to breakfast. A big, hungry farmer's breakfast.
"So, Grandpa, did you get your hoe?"
"You betcha," Amos grinned. "And the best thing is it looks like the
old one."
...........................................................
the end
...........................................................
Sharing each others' sorrows,
Enjoyin' each others' joys.
Like all other fam'lies they quarrel and fuss
But it ain't never serious,
With Grandpappy Amos and the girls and the boys
Of the family known as the real McCoys.
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