It's been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul-some hidden secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modern everyday life. Yet, sometimes dark passions surface and another Charles Manson emerges. Sometimes such passions are exposed-and another ABSCAM or Watergate scandal hits the headlines.
HORNY YOUNG COUSINS is the story of a family that dares to let its most base desires and passions come to the fore. They are some of the few who are willing to accept the consequences, be they reward or punishment, for allowing themselves to become completely liberated. Their story is a startling insight into the lives of a family whose motto might be: "If it feels good, do it."
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Bobby paced back and forth in front of Carta's bed, his bare feet pounding the floorboards. The muscles of his naked, teenage torso quivered with tension. His hard cock strained the faded denim of his tight bluejeans. The boy thrust his hands into his pockets. He chewed his lower lip. His face glowed.
"Please, Carla?" he said in a whiny voice. "Please?" He sounded as if he might burst into tears any second.
Carla reclined on her bed, watching him. Inside, she was gloating. Outside, she gave the boy her best innocent-little-girl expression.
"But Robert," she pouted, "you know that I'm just not that kind of girl. You know that I don't believe in sex before marriage. Why, if I let you do it to me-well-you just wouldn't respect me anymore."
She filled her lungs with air, making sure to lift her pointed tits high under her thin yellow T-shirt. Then she sighed loudly, forcing her tits to jiggle as her ribcage suddenly deflated. The friction of her hard, excited little nipples against the cotton material of the shirt made warm tingles tickle her wet cunt.
"But I will respect you," Bobby said. "I'll respect you even more. Oh please, just let me put it in you. Just once. I'll just put it in you and hold it there. I won't even move it. Then I'll take it out. I won't even come. I promise."
Carla stroked her bare foot up and down her leg. As she turned onto her side, she glanced at the crotch of her white shorts. Just as she suspected, the shorts had ridden up obscenely between her legs, and shiny curls of her black cunt hair had crept into view.
"Oh, Robert, please!" she said as if dusgusted. "We've been through this a hundred times. If you put it in me, I won't be a virgin anymore. It doesn't make any difference whether you hump at me or whether you come. Even if you just put it inside me, you'll have fucked me, and I'll no longer be a virgin for my wedding day."
Bobby's eyes burned into Carla's crotch. He licked his lips as his eyes followed Carla's sexy bare foot sliding up and down her tan leg. His cock throbbed visibly in his pants, like a snake trying to escape.
"I'll marry you," he blurted out. "I'll marry you today."
Carla laughed. "Silly boy, we're both too young. We can't get married for two whole years yet."
She spread her legs, hoping to display a few more curls of pussy hair to her whimpering boyfriend.
"We could run away and lie about our ages," Bobby said. "Or we can get our parents' permission. My old man wouldn't give a damn. He's marking off the days on the calendar toward when I'll be eighteen and he'll be rid of me."
Carla pulled her shiny black hair over her shoulder and let it dangle down over her tits. She wrapped some of it under her chin. She stroked her tresses as if they were a mink stole.
"Robert, I am not going to run away, and my parents would never sign for me to get married before I'm eighteen. So let's just cool it. Let's do something besides argue. How about a game of Monopoly?"
Bobby threw his hands up in the air. He groaned. He turned toward the wall and beat his head against it none too gently.
"Robert!" Carla snapped. "Stop acting so childish." She sat up at the edge of the bed and rested her feet on the floor.
Bobby turned around. "Jeez, Carla, you don't know what you're doing to me. You let me feel you up and make out with you for an hour, and then you wouldn't let me fuck you. You don't know how hot a guy can get. My prick's so hard it hurts. My nuts are almost exploding. If you won't let me fuck you, then at least blow me-suck me off. Or give me a hand-job. Anything! Just don't leave me up in the air like this."
He pulled open his jeans and his hard prick snapped out and up. The fat cockhead glowed purple. The ivory shaft jerked in the air. The plump nuts pulsated in their sac.
Carla stifled a gasp, but she couldn't stop herself from flushing. Everytime she saw Bobby's cock she tingled all over. It wanted her! The big thing wanted to get inside her! It looked so hot and smooth. It would probably feel really good up her cunt. It would probably taste luscious in her mouth. It looked so hot it would probably burn her hand. But she wouldn't fuck it, she wouldn't suck it, she wouldn't touch it. That would spoil all the fun.
Once Bobby got his way, there'd be no stopping him anymore. Once Bobby got his way, torturing him like this just wouldn't be the same anymore. And, if there was one thing that delighted Carla more than the thought of Bobby's cock inside her,, it was the look of absolute frustrated lust on the boy's face and the agonized twitching of his horny cock.
Bobby paced toward her like a gunfighter, his big fleshy prick sticking at a forty-five degree angle out of his tight young loins. His thick brown forelock fell over his eyes, and he tossed his head so he could see again. When his cockhead twitched just inches from Carla's nose, he stopped.
Carla could smell it-a sweaty, boyish scent. Her pussy drooled. She salivated. More than anything she wanted to open her mouth. Oh, would she love to suck that big thing! But she fought her impulse to do it. The masochistic satisfaction she got from denying boy herself and the boy was exquisite. Her eyes crossed with both fascination and masochistic ecstasy as she watched the guy's hot dick dribble cum. Bobby's loins made small uncontrolled humping motions at the air.
"What are you waiting for, Carla?" Bobby's voice was pained. "Oh, please suck it! Just this once, take it into your mouth. You owe it to me."
Carla lay her warm bare toes across Bobby's. She stroked his bare insteps with her toenails. She blew on his cock, watching it jerk so hard that a gob of warm cum flipped off against her cheek. She let the hot juice remain on her sensitive cheek. She imagined her flesh absorbing it.
"Silly boy," she said. "I owe you nothing of the kind. Quit talking so filthy. What kind of girl do you think I am? Imagine-you wanting me to actually put your thingamajig in my mouth! Disgusting!"
Bobby grabbed her shoulders. His hot cock burned against her lips-silky.
"You're gonna suck it," Bobby said. He sounded crazed, like a madman, a rapist. "You're gonna suck my cock until my jism shoots down your throat."
Carla clenched her teeth, fighting both Bobby and her own unbearable lust. Bobby's cock felt like a hot steel rod banging against her clinched lips. Her pussy was burning up. She squeezed her legs together, making her pussylips rub against her sopping wet underpanties. She shook her head "no." Bobby's hot cum dripped from her chin.
Bobby grabbed her long hair and yanked.
Carla screamed. "Goddamn you!"
Bobby leapt backward, his mouth hanging open. "No need to get mad," he said, his voice shaky. "I was just fooling around."
"Like hell you were," Carla said, rubbing her scalp. Then she smoothed her mussed hair. If there was anything she couldn't tolerate it was somebody tampering with her nearly waist-long raven-black hair. How dare he actually pull it!
"I'm sorry, Carla," Bobby said. He hung his head. He looked like a little boy being scolded. The sight was comical: jeans down around his knees, hands folded contritely over his nuts, prick sticking straight up in the air.
"You better be," Carla said. "Now let's play Monopoly or something."
"But Carla, I T" Bobby said. "Not like this." He looke. bitching cock. "I can't do anything else until mis goes down."
"Well, how long will that take?" Carla said, trying to sound disgusted.
"I don't know-hours maybe. Unless I take care of it."
"So take care of it, then," Carla said. "Who's stopping you?" Carla smiled inwardly. Ooh, this was fun!
Bobby turned toward the door. He pulled up his pants.
"And where do you think you're going?' Carla asked.
"To the bathroom." Bobby looked at her over his shoulder.
"Like hell you are," Carla said. "You're going to do it right here in front of me. If you're going to treat me with such disrespect, then you'll have to suffer some embarrassment yourslf. Now get to work and tame that wild creature before I become angry and cut it off."
Bobby grabbed his cock and started pumping it.
"Turn toward me," Carla said. "And take off your pants. I want to see you in your birthday suit while you play with yourself."
Bobby sheepishly turned to face her. He dropped his pants and kicked them off. Without a word, he gripped his turgid cock and pumped his fist up and down the length of it. His ass wiggled as he pumped, and all the muscles of his long adolescent body spasmed. His heavy brown forelock fell over his eyes, but he didn't bother to toss it aside. He appeared to be hiding behind it as he beat off in front of his girlfriend.
Carla studied the boy. Fascinating! She'd heard about boys giving themselves hand-jobs, but she'd never witnessed it. So this is what Bobby always wanted her to do to him-just grip his cock in her fist and pump it.
The cockskin appeared to be loose around the hard shaft, and Bobby slid it up and down over the shaft. At the same time, Bobby's hand appeared to slide back and forth over the cockskin. The big purple cockhead popped in and out of Bobby's fist like a succulent plum, and his fat, egg-shaped nuts banged back and forth under his fist.
All the while, gobs of clear thick cum oozed from the gaping piss-slit at the tip of the cockhead and trickled down over Bobby's strong brown knuckles. As the boy worked on his cock, his lithe young body swayed, and he muttered to himself under his breath.
Carla had never seen anything so exciting.
Carla began clamping her thighs open and shut with the same rhythm as Bobby was beating his cock. Her pussyjuice ran out hot. She shimmied her sexy bare legs against each other. She wiggled her toes.
Bobby was so intent on beating his cock that he didn't notice Carla squeezing herself off right in front of him. The boy's heavy forelock hung nearly to the tip of his nose, blinding him to Carla's hot pussy-rubbing.
Silly boy! Carla thought. Foolish, silly boy! What fun it was to bring herself off right in front of his nose without his knowing it! What fun it was be so hot and worked up in front of this silly boy while he was thinking she couldn't care less! Oh, if only Bobby knew how she really felt inside-he'd probably blow his nuts right off!
Carla licked the cum off her lips and chin. Her eyes stayed focused on Bobby's hot prick and his trembling hand moving up and down over it. Oh, how she wanted to taste more of that sweet cum-to lick it right off his knuckles-to sip it right out of his cock! Today was the first day she'd ever tasted the stuff. It reminded her of sap from a maple tree. The next thing she was going to taste was the boy's cum whole load-the thick white stuff that, shot out of his cock when he had an orgasm. She'd only seen that stuff once.
It was only last week that Bobby had gotten so excited that he'd yanked his cock out of the fly of his jeans-the first time she'd ever seen a hard cock-and jumped on her on this very bed on which she was now sitting. The moment his hot, silky smooth prick touched her bare thigh it shot off all over her skin. The jism was hot and wet. It drenched her thigh. Bobby gasped as if he were having a heart attack. He bit her neck.
Carla was stunned, but also terribly excited. For a moment she'd imagined that Bobby was a vampire and that she was his victim.
Carla didn't get the chance to taste Bobby's full load that day because Bobby had quickly wiped it off her thigh with his handkerchief the moment he'd regained control of himself. Then he'd apologized for what he'd done and fled the house. Two days passed before he called Carla, and then he was still so embarrassed for what he'd done that he could barely talk.
Carla loved the boy because he was so shy and timid. She had a ball toying with him. More than anything, she loved to get him all worked up so she could watch him squirm. Then she'd push him until he lost control of himself, after which he'd be extremely embarrassed.
She couldn't think of a more exciting way to learn about sex and boys than to drive a boy until he couldn't help but to act by pure animal instinct. One of these days she'd drive Bobby to rape her. Oh! How that thought did excited her!
She'd seen the beginnings of a rape instinct in Bobby just moments ago when he'd tried to shove his cock into her mouth. But Carla wasn't ready yet to be raped. She'd only just begun to toy with the horny youth. He had months of torture ahead of him!
Bobby's knees shook. His skinny loins humped back and forth. His hand became a blur over this cock. His big nuts flapped. His breath came heavy and fast.
Carla clamped her thighs together hard. Her clit stood up like a raw, wind-nipped rosebud. Tingles ran up and down her cunt. Goddamn it-come! she thought. Shoot that white stuff now so I can come with you! Damn it, Bobby, shoot your jism!
As if he'd read her mind, Bobby gasped loudly and shot. "Ohhhhh, I'm coming! I'm coming!"
His hot white jism shot three feet through the air and splatted on the polished floor just inches from Carla's clenched toes. The moment his first round of jism landed, his second fired-then his third, fourth, and fifth.
Carla's eyes swam. Her vision blurred. Oh, God! she thought. It was too exciting! All that hot boycum shooting out of that big pumping cock and splashing near her toes like warm raindrops. Oh, Jesus! Her pussy spasmed. She crossed her legs and hugged her knees, holding on while the orgasmic sensations licked through her loins.
She wanted to squeal with pleasure. She wanted to let go and roll on the floor. She wanted to crawl toward her naked boyfriend and suck his hot jism right out of his cock. But she didn't. The torture of denial gave her such intensely painful pleasure that she didn't want to give it up.
Bobby milked the last of his jism out of his softening cock. He lifted his forelock and glanced at Carla sheepishly.
Carla swallowed hard. A few flickers of orgasm still moved through her cunt. She did her best to control her breathing.
"Well, Robert," she said, "I hope you're proud of yourself."
Bobby giggled uneasily. "You told me to do it."
"Of course," Carla said, "but only because it was the only way I could get any peace around here. If I hadn't told you to do it, you'd still be trying to rut at me like some common mongrel mutt. Honestly, Robert, I don't know what I'm going to do with you. I don't know how long we can go on like this. You seem to be losing all respect for me."
While Carla preached, Bobby quickly pulled on his clothes.
"I'm sorry, Carla," he said, tying his shoe. He stood up. "It's just that you get me all worked up sometimes and I can't help myself. I'll try to do better, though. Honest."
"You'd better," Carla said, "if you value my company."
Bobby smiled. "Should we play Monopoly now?"
"No, Robert. I'm afraid the disgusting scene I've just witnessed has given me a headache. I'm going to lie down and rest now. Call me this evening if you'd like to take me to a movie or something."
Like a disciplined dog, Bobby hung his head and left. The moment Carla heard his footsteps on the stairs, she was down on her hands and knees on the floor. First she sniffed the boy's cum, then she licked it. The taste was alkaline, salty-sweet. All she could think of was that it tasted like boy.
Her pussy tingled. Even if the wood floor hadn't been clean as a dinner plate, Carla would have licked up every last drop of the boy's precious juice. It was delicious, like nectar!
Chapter Two
Bobby was just coming out the front door of Carla's house when Bill Reynolds, Carla's father, pulled into the driveway. It had been a long, boring day at the office, and Bill was ready for some excitement-something to help him unwind.
What he wouldn't give for a good fuck with a hot chick right now! He looked at Bobby with envy. What Bill wouldn't give to be young and free again-young and unmarried, with all the chicks in the world to fuck, and his whole life ahead of him!
"Hey, Bobby, how ya doing?" Bill shouted.
Bobby waved. "All right, Mr. Reynolds."
Bill got out of the car, ripping off his tie in the process. He flung the tie onto the front seat. Like taking off a slave collar, he thought to himself.
"How many times have I told you not to call me Mr. Reynolds?" Bill said with a laugh. "Call me Bill. I'm not as old as you think."
"OK, Bill," Bobby said. "Well, I'll be seeing you."
"What's the hurry?" Bill asked. He marched up next to Bobby and laid his hand on the boy's shoulder. "It's only three o'clock. Why aren't you and Carla doing something together?" He winked. "Why aren't you up in her bedroom right now teaching her a few tricks-if you know what I mean?"
Bobby blushed, hiding behind his forelock. "She's got-a headache."
Bill nearly choked on the stick of gum he'd just popped into his mouth. "A headache? Well, if that ain't an original excuse!" Sounds just like her mother, he thought to himself. He wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder. "Come on, buddy, let's go for a walk."
Bill led Bobby through the back yard and down the footpath that led to the river. The Reynolds's house lay at the edge of town, and the back yard was flanked by a field. Across the field began the woods. A winding river cut through the woods, the same river Bill and his buddies had romped in as boys. Now, walking with Bobby through the new green of the early summer grass and leaves, Bill felt twinges of nostalgia.
The sandy river bank was bathed in sunlight.
The water was clear enough to drink. The June sun felt wonderfully warm on Bill's back as he stripped off his clothes. His shoulder muscles, tense from sitting at a desk all day, began to relax under the warm fingers of the sunshine. He tossed his dress-clothes on the sand and stood naked in the fragrant air.
As he stretched, Bobby stared at him. The boy looked embarrassed.
"Don't you want to go for a swim?" Bill asked. "No need to be shy around me. Come on. Let me see what kind of a hunk of meat my Carla is getting these days." He tugged at Bobby's jeans. Bashfullest kid he'd ever met, Bill thought.
As if obeying the orders of a drill sergeant, Bobby mechanically stripped off his clothes. As the boy dropped his jeans, Bill was slightly shocked that the kid wore no underwear. Bill had always worn underwear. Maybe this was a new fad with the kids nowadays. Maybe they did it to help show off their dicks to the broads. Bill would have to try it.
"Not bad," Bill said, giving Bobby's soft cock a pat. The kid's dick was a little bigger than his own. "How about a swim?" Bill charged into the water.
Bobby whooped and charged in after him.
Bill dog-paddled around while Bobby swam circles around him. The kid swam like a fish, spitting water and raising hell. The kid came alive in the water. He'd disappear under the surface until
Bill thought he'd drowned, then he'd shoot upward into the sunlight, laughing, his hair dripping like seaweed. He should have been born a porpoise, Bill thought.
The two men lay back on the warm sand, letting the sunshine and air dry their naked bodies.
"When's your birthday?" Bill asked.
"March 20th," Bobby answered. "Why?"
"A Pisces," Bill said. "Just what I figured. You swim like a fish."
Bobby laughed. "It's my favorite activity-swimming.''
"You sure about that?" Bill asked. "Most guys' favorite activity is fucking."
Bobby blushed and sat up. He pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them. Even sitting, the boy didn't have a crease in the skin of his belly. He was perfectly lean.
Bill patted his own belly. Not like Santa Claus yet, he thought, but it's beginning. Bill envied the boy. Then he remembered-when he was a teenager he was just as lean. He resolved to get back into shape, starting today.
The boy was silent.
"It's not what you're thinking," Bill said. He slapped Bobby's ass playfully. "I didn't bring you out here to beat the shit out of you for fucking Carla. Shit, I just wanted to find out how she is. I mean, is she a good lay?"
Bobby played with his toes. "I guess," he mumbled.
"You guess?" Bill sat up. "You sound damned enthused." Bashfullest kid in the world he thought. "That little girl of mine is one wild hunk of chick, if I ever saw one. Now, tell me the truth-how many times have you laid her?"
"Laid her?" Bobby whispered.
"Laid her. Fucked her. Shoved your cock up her cunt. Don't be afraid to tell me. She takes the pill. I ain't afraid of her getting knocked up."
"She does?" Bobby eyed Bill finally. He sounded incredulous.
"Of course," said Bill. "Her ma feeds them to her like candy. Then the old lady lectures to her not to get laid. Crazy woman-my wife. Now, how many times have you laid Carla?"
"I've never laid her," Bobby muttered, almost too softly for Bill to hear him.
Bill shook his head. Would he ever get through to this timid kid? He put his arm around the kid's shoulders.
"Come on, Bobby, let's be buddies. Shit, I'm only thirty-four. You'll be there before you know it. Don't think of me as Carla's father. Think of me as her brother. There's a lot of guys my age with teenage sisters. Now, tell me the truth. How many times have you shoved your dick up her cunt?"
Bobby pulled away. He stood up and walked toward the water. The late-afternoon sun made his long body golden. His asscheeks were no bigger than grapefruits. His wide shoulders tapered down to a tiny waist. He turned around and faced Bill.
"It's not that I don't want to fuck Carla. It's just that she won't let me. It's like she's trying to drive me crazy. She lets me feel her up, even lets me lay on her. One time she even let me see her tits. Oh, jeez!" The boy paused and rolled his eyes as if he were dizzy. His cock snapped up in the air like magic.
"She's got the biggest, sexiest tits!" He turned away from Bill and stared down into the sun-filled stream.
Bill stared at the youth. Goddamn if the boy wasn't telling the truth! Carla was a fucking little cocktease just like her mother. He'd suspected it for a couple of years now. That's why she could never hold a boyfriend. Boys nowadays didn't have time to fuck around with chicks who played games like that. And damn well that they shouldn't! If he'd only been born eighteen years later-he'd show these cockteasing chicks a thing or two!
"Come on over here, son, and tell me about it." Bill suddenly felt like a consoling father toward the boy. He didn't want the timid youth to end up like he had-married to a woman who wouldn't put out.
Bobby sat down next to Bill, his young dick sticking straight up in the air. The hard pecker tapped against his belly as he recounted all that had happened sexually between himself and Carla since they'd begun going steady a few months ago.
As Bobby talked, Bill couldn't help but imagine his sexy, cockteasing daughter right there in front of him acting out the story. She was a well-developed, hot little bitch. No doubt about that. Her mother had been the same way at that age. It was such a shame that Carla was headed in the same direction as her mother-toward becoming a cold, nagging old bitch.
"I never saw her cunt naked," Bobby said. "But when she spreads her legs with her shorts on, her cunt hair hangs out. And, jeez, it's usually wet, and I can smell it! Man, I'd like to get a taste of her pussy!"
Bobby had lost all his shyness. He spoke as if in a trance, staring straight ahead, muttering the words in a near monotone. His mouth got juicy, and he slurred some of his words as if he were drunk. His left hand cupped his nuts, and his right hand stroked his horny prick.
Bill listened to Bobby's story like a horny teenage boy listening to his buddy describe a sexual adventure. He wrapped his hand around his own cock and pumped it. He was hot. He hadn't been this hot since his youth. After all those years with Bernice, his wife since they were both eighteen, he'd almost forgotten how good it felt to be horny.
He'd given up on Bernice years ago. She'd gone from being a cocktease before they were married to a downright frigid bore after they were married. And somehow, her frigidity had rubbed off on Bill.
Aside from quick jack-offs now and then, and his once-a-month ruttings at Bernice's lifeless body-she was so cold that she sometimes read magazines while he tried to fuck her-Bill had almost given up on sex. But then Carla had reached puberty.
Bill could almost remember the very day Carla had ripened. Her tits burst out. Her ass widened. And Bill could smell her like a stud dog scenting a bitch in heat. On that day, Bill's juices began to flow again. And flow they did, faster and harder, until Bill started imagining himself laying his own nubile young daughter. Oh, Christ, how he wanted her!
"I'd spread her legs wide," Bobby was saying. "I'd grab her ankles and force her into a full split, like some cheerleader. And then I'd shove it in. Wham! Right up her hot juicy cunt. And I'd fuck the shit out of her. Jeez! And then I'd come. I'd blast her. I'd shoot her so full that the jizz would bubble out of her mouth. Oh, man, wow! I'd fuck her good. Sooo good! Ohhh, jeez, I'm coming!"
Bobby jerked, falling backwards onto the warm sand. His long legs kicked high into the air and spread wide while he pumped out his hot young jism all over his brown belly. His skinny ass bucked in the sand. His spurting jism flashed in the sunlight. He moaned as he came, kicking his legs at the sky.
"Mmmmmm, ohhhhh, jeeeeez, yessssss! Feels so good!"
Bill snapped out of his daze momentarily. Carla's dancing figure faded from his imagination, and Bobby's bucking teenage form blasted into his consciousness. The boy's white jism spurted in buckets all over the dancing ridges of his muscular brown belly. The scent of the boy's jism was stimulating. Bill felt his own jism bubbling up in his balls. He closed his eyes.
"Carla," he whispered. "Carla, baby, fuck daddy! Spread your cunt for Daddy."
Carla appeared before his closed eyes again. She wiggled toward him, her naked tits bouncing, her sexy hips gyrating. She reached between her legs and spread her hairy teenage cunt. Pussyjuice dripped from her fingers.
As Bill lay back, Carla straddled his loins. Her pussyjuice fell like hot rain over his vertical cock. She grabbed his hard prick and guided it into her hot young body.
"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me, daddy!" She wiggled her ass and rode him.
Bill's hot jism uncoiled in his nuts and shot out of his cock in hot streams. Like Bobby beside him, he'd fallen back on the warm sand. His loins humped uncontrollably as he pumped his hot jism over his hairy belly. He imagined shooting straight up Carla's young cunt, straight up his daughter's young cunt!
It felt good. He hadn't had an orgasm this intense since his blue-balls days before he was married. He felt like a horny teenage boy again. He chuckled as a stray spurt hit his chin. He was shooting jizz like a boy again. He stretched his legs wide in the warm sunshine. He let go and shot, not caring where his jizz landed. He imagined shoving his whole head up Carla's hot cunt. Goddamn, this is living, he thought to himself.
After washing up in the cool stream and letting the fragrant breeze dry their bodies once again, the two satisfied young men got dressed. Before they left the riverside, Bill wrapped his arm around Bobby's shoulder. He ruffled the boy's thick brown hair. He liked the boy-wouldn't mind having him for a son-in-law some day.
"Hang in there, buddy," Bill said. "You'll get a taste of her pussy soon-very soon, if I have anything to say about it."
The boy wrapped his arm around Bill's back. "OK-Bill," he said. "I'll count on it."
The two men grinned at each other and headed home.
Chapter Three
Bernice was standing in the kitchen waiting for Bill when he got home. The moment he stepped through the kitchen door, she planted her hands on her hips.
"Well, it's about time!" she said. "Where in the world have you been? You look a mess. Whatever have you been doing? The oven is already preheated. What do you want for dinner-spaghetti, turkey, meatloaf, or haddock?" She spun towards the refrigerator, her Dorothy Hamill hairdo bouncing as if she were doing a shampoo commercial.
"Well, what'll it be, Mr. Inconsiderate?" She held the freezer door open. A cloud of condensed air rose toward the ceiling. "Quickly, before the ice cream melts."
"Haddock," Bill said. He didn't really care for it, but it was the only item he could remember of those Bernice had rattled off.
Bernice yanked a TV dinner from the freezer, tore open the paper box containing it, and slid the aluminum tray into the oven next to two others already inside. "You almost missed your dinner, William. I don't have time to stand around all day cooking for you, you know. There's a ladies' auxiliary meeting at the church tonight. I have to leave here by seven."
"It's just past four," Bill said, seating himself at the kitchen table to look through the pile of mail waiting for him. "I think you'll make it in time."
"Easy for you to say," Bernice said, flopping down in a chair across from him. "When will you ever learn that a woman needs time to prepare herself before she goes out?"
"You look fine to me," Bill said, glancing at her.
She was dolled up in a green dress, panty hose, and earrings. Despite her dumpy personality and frigid cunt, she was still quite a looker. As she crossed her legs and kicked off her shoes, Bill felt a tingle in his groin, and his cock began to stiffen. If he was half a man, he'd lay her right there on the kitchen table.
"I've worn these old things all afternoon at the bridge club. I can't be seen in them again this evening. It's just not done." Bernice picked up the mail Bill had cast aside and started going through it. "By the way, you still haven't explained to me where you've been and why you're such a mess."
"I decided to go down to the river for a swim. Bobby went along with me."
"Really?" Bernice looked up at him as if she were looking over the tops of her glasses-only she didn't wear glasses. "What's happening, William, are you regressing to your youth? Turning senile already? Who do you think you are, Huckleberry Finn?" She chuckled at her wit. "When will your raft be done?"
"The kid was going down there for a swim, so I tagged along. The water was great. You ought to try it sometime. Maybe it would put a little zip back in your bones."
"I have plenty of zip in my bones, William. What's more, my mind is still sharp, which is more than I can say for you. Running off like a little boy to go swimming with your little girl's boyfriend, William. Really! What next?"
"Would you rather have your little girl's boyfriend busy entertaining your little girl up in her bedroom while your little girl's mother is off playing bridge all afternoon?" Bill said.
Why in the hell was he trying to defend himself? And why was he suggesting hanky-panky between Bobby and Carla when nothing worth mentioning had even happened between the teens? Habit, he answered himself. Accusations and argument were their only means of communication.
"Just like you. William!" Bernice said. Her dark eyes travelled back and forth over a letter she was holding. "Just like you-always trying to shift the guilt to me. But it won't work, William. I've done all that's possible to turn my little girl into a respectable young woman. If there's anyone who should feel guilt, William, it's you. I know you, dear. I do believe that if that vile young boy you went swimming with this afternoon were to attempt to violate our dear daughter's honor that you would simply shrug. 'Boys will be boys,' you'd say. Well, let me tell you, William, I'd have the little beast hung by his gonads if I ever found out."
Bill smiled. If she only knew what was going on in his own mind! If she only knew that he'd fucked Carla countless times in his daydreams! Goddamn, she'd have a.stroke on the spot!
Bernice waved the letter she'd been reading at Bill. "This is it," she said. "The answer to our little problem. Carla won't be staying home all alone during our trip to the district conference."
"District conference? I thought we'd decided not to go this year."
The week-long district conference of Southern Baptists that Bernice dragged Bill to every June was the thing he dreaded most in life. He dreaded it more than death. This year he thought he'd been spared. Carla, growing as pigheaded as her mother as she progressed toward adulthood, had put her foot down this year and had absolutely refused to go to the conference.
Bernice had pouted nearly a month, trying to make Carla feel guilty and change her mind, but Carla would not be moved. She would not go to the conference, and that was that!
"Well, then none of us shall go," Bernice had said. "We are certainly not going to leave a mere child home alone for a week."
Carla had protested, obviously wanting nothing better than to have the house to herself for a week, but Bernice wouldn't budge.
"We shall all stay home, and that is that!" Bernice had triumphed over her upstart daughter, but regardless, Bill had been in heaven. No goddamned sin conference this year!
"I knew the Lord would find a way," Bernice raved. "We shall go, darling, you and I. And little Carla shall have a week of wholesome nature-study with my dear sister and her divine children on the ranch. I wrote her only last week, and here's her God-sent reply: 'Dear Bernie, send Carla along. The children are dying to meet their cousin and so am I. I haven't seen her in over ten years, you know. How she must have grown!' And she goes on and on about how tickled she and Fred and the kids were over my letter."
While Bernice raved on and on about how excited she was about getting to go to the conference after all, and about her sister Brenda's letter, and about how good and wholesome a week on the ranch would be for Carla, and on and on and on-Bill lapsed into a daydream:
Brenda! Hot, delicious Brenda! Had it not been for Brenda, Bill would have never married Bernice. Bill had really only married Bernice under the mistaken impression that the two sisters must perform alike in bed.
Brenda, though a few years older than Bernice and already engaged to Fred when Bill came into the picture, nevertheless gave Bill the hottest fucks of his life. Brenda and Bill fucked secretly nearly up to the day Fred married Brenda and took her away to the ranch, and Bill, convinced that Bernice would be just as hot in bed when he finally got her there, married Bernice shortly thereafter. It had been the mistake of his life!
Oh, Brenda, why couldn't it have been you instead of Bernice that I married, Bill thought.
In those days, between when Bill met Brenda and when Fred took her away to the ranch, Bill and Brenda fucked like mink. Fred was working on a road-gang then, and he got to town only on weekends, so Brenda and Bill had the weekdays to themselves. And hot days they were! They'd sneak down to the river a lot, and after a skinnydip, they'd go at each other like there was no tomorrow.
Neither Fred nor Bernice ever suspected a thing.
Bill's last fuck with Brenda came only two days before Brenda's wedding. It was a clear, sunny day in June, and they were lying on a blanket spread over the warm sand of the riverbank.
"Why Fred?" Bill asked. "Why not me?"
Brenda stretched her long beautiful body. The sunlight glanced off her golden belly. Her pink nipples stood up hard in the breeze, beaded with droplets of water. They'd just come out from swimming. She turned toward him and scratched his lean teenage abdomen with her sensual fingernails.
"You're too young, Billy, honey. And I'm ready to get married now."
Her hand slid down to his prick and closed around it. His young cock bloated up instantly and throbbed in her warm hand.
"And then there's the matter of Fred's cock. It's the biggest one I've ever seen. Not that yours isn't just fine. I mean, you're a real stud! Mmm, what do you have here-about eight inches? But Fred's got ten, honey. Honest to God! Ten hard inches! And I'd be dishonest to pretend that I don't want that big thing more than anything else in the world."
For a moment, Bill was stunned. Then he felt knots forming inside him. He swallowed. For the first time since he'd been a young boy, he felt like crying.
Brenda kissed his flat lower belly. "I'll never forget you, darling. You've kept me sane these last six months. And I'll never forget you, Mr. Stud." She bent his hard cock up to her mouth and kissed the bloated head. "You're one hell of a hot young fucker."
Tears welled up in Bill's eyes, and he began to sob. But before he could break down entirely, Brenda opened her warm mouth and swallowed his aching young cock. Brenda sucked cock like no girl Bill had ever met, and Bill's sobs turned to groans of pleasure. Brenda's tongue churned at the magic pleasure spot on the underside of Bill's supersensitive teenage cock, and Bill was lost. He spread his arms out as if crucified and let his young loins hump spontaneously in response to Brenda's hot sucking.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm, ohhhhh, feels so good!" Bill whispered.
Brenda slurped loudly. "Mmmmmm, stud, such a hunk of meat!" She rolled his humming nuts in her soft hand. "Mmmmmm and these big sweet balls bubbling with jism. Oh, I want it! I wanna taste it!"
Beautiful warm sensations filled Bill's young loins. He felt all prickly between the legs. Even his young asshole tingled. He spread his legs wide, letting Brenda slide her hand up under his ass. Her finger stroked up and down his moist asscrack until it found the twitching little pucker.
Bill knew what Brenda was going to do, and he wiggled his ass to show her that he wanted it. Brenda's finger wriggled at the entrance to Bill's tight little asshole, then slipped inside it to the hilt. Bill groaned. "Ohhh, Brenda!" His. hot teenage ass squirmed as Brenda massaged his asshole. His young cock jerked in her hand like a landed trout trying to escape a fisherman's strong grip. Brenda knew how to make a young guy feel great!
"Beautiful, Billy darling, just beautiful!" Brenda licked up and down the underside of his quivering cock. Her hot tongue flicked down under his nuts, then up and down across them until she had his nuts jerking in their tight sac.
Bill knew he couldn't hold out long. His nuts throbbed to release their jism. His asshole pulsated unbearably as Brenda fingerfucked his asshole. His prick stood straight up as if carved out of stone. The blue veins gnarled around it looked about to burst. The cockhead glowed.
"Suck me, Brenda," he moaned. "Suck my dick. Suck me off. Ohhhh, Brenda, yessss."
Brenda giggled as he pleaded with her to suck his cock, then cooed like a baby getting its bottle as she closed her warm lips around his prick. Her head moved down until his cockhead lodged in her throat. Her lips nestled in Bill's soft pubic hair. Warm saliva oozed out over Bill's nuts.
Bill thought he'd die. It felt too damn good to bear. But it got better.
Brenda began fluttering her throat muscles. Brenda was good at that. She could use her throat as if it were her cunt. She massaged the sensitive areas on and around Bill's cockhead using her throat muscles alone.
Bill couldn't stand it. He humped at her pretty face. His cock slid down her throat another inch. Her warm spit drenched his balls like pussyjuice.
Brenda choked, but she tried to force his prick down her throat even deeper. She seemed to want to swallow his balls too. But with Bill's eight thick inches of stud-cock and his nuts the size of big plums, her pretty little mouth just wasn't big enough.
"Oh, Jesus!" Bill muttered. "Let me taste your pussy, Brenda. Quick, before I come!"
As Bill watched the hot girl suck him off, his eyes traveled own her writhing young body. The moment he saw her juicy ass he knew he had to have a taste of the hot meat between those big asscheeks and between those quivering thighs.
Brenda was up over him in a second. Her mouth never released his cock as she positioned herself, and Bill almost shot as her hot soft mouth wound around his cock. Her asscheeks spread lusciously as she lowered her asscrack and crotch to his lips. Her pussy was excited and dripping. Hot pussy-juice rained down on Bill's face.
Bill moaned and shoved his tongue up inside her.
Brenda was tasty. Young Bill, though still young, had already tasted the juicy crotches of a half-dozen excited teenage nymphettes. But none had tasted as sweet and sexy as Brenda's. Brenda was a bitch among bitches. Bill could suck on her pussy all day and all night. He could chew on those fat hairy slabs of cuntmeat forever.
Brenda's head snapped up off his cock. "Ohhhh, Billy, yes'sss, eat me! Suck my pussy! Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, feels so good!"
Brenda swallowed up Bill's cock again, and Bill shoved his tongue straight up her cunt. His nose nestled against her asshole pucker, and as he churned his tongue inside her hot wet cunt, the moist little pucker opened-enough to let his nose slip inside it an inch.
Brenda wiggled her ass. Fuck my ass, she seemed to be saying, fuck my ass with your sexy nose!
Bill could hardly believe it-his nose buried up Brenda's hot juicy ass! He wanted to cry out in excitement, but all he could do was mumble into Brenda's wide-open cunt. He could barely breathe. He was smothering, drowning in a sea of hot female flesh. But he didn't care. He couldn't think of another way he'd rather die.
Brenda smelled so good! She tasted so good! She felt so good! He wished he could crawl up inside her warm body and stay there forever.
Brenda got another finger up Bill's young asshole and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Her tongue washed wild circles around his cockhead as her head bobbed up and down. With her free hand, she massaged his nuts. Her hard young clit quivered and jerked against his tongue. Her asshole sucked at his nose. Her pussy swam around his tongue. Her big warm tits rubbed back and forth against his excited young belly. She whimpered and cooed with female pleasure and excitement. All of a sudden, she was coming!
Bill thought she'd suck his tongue and nose right off. Her orgasm made her entire body tense and jerk as if with convulsions. She wailed deep in her throat. Pussyjuice washed over Bill's face like hot water squeezed from a sponge. Bill could sense all of her hot naked body tingling with such excitement that he could feel millions of tiny electrical prickles passing from her flesh into his own. His prick felt like it was bloating up another six inches. His balls churned.
Brenda stabbed at his asshole with her two fingers, and Bill came.
He could feel the jism shooting through the length of his prick like molten metal. He spread his arms and legs wide and let his lithe young body jerk, let his loins fire his jism down Brenda's throat, let Brenda drown him in her pussyjuice, let the breeze nip his sweaty young toes, let the sunshine lick up and down his smooth golden thighs. He imagined himself a young god being made love to by the earth and the heavens. It was the best orgasm of his life. Never before and never after would he experience such intense sexual pleasure.
He was shaking all over.
"Darn it, William, answer me! What's wrong? Should I call an ambulance? Oh my, it's your heart! I just know it!" Bernice was shaking him by the shoulders. Her face was the palest he'd ever seen it.
Bill broke out laughing. He almost fell out of his chair.
"You mean you've been joking?" Bernice asked. Her face went from greenish-white to crimson in a split second. "Well! I never! William, what's come over you? You are going senile-I just know it! First running off like a schoolboy to swim in a mudhole, and now pretending that you're having a heart-attack. Lord, what am I going to do with you?" Bernice flopped back into the chair, shaking her head.
"I'm sorry, dear," Bill said, trying to appease her. He felt himself flushing suddenly from embarrassment. He realized that if Bernice hadn't shaken him when she had that he would have experienced his first wet daydream-and right there in front of Bernice! Then, without even thinking, he said, "I think it's an excellent idea to send Carla off to see Brenda and her family while we're at the conference."
Bernice looked stunned. "You do?" she half-whispered.
It was the first time they'd agreed on anything in years. Obviously Bernice was now more confused than ever over Bill's unpredictable ways today.
"Yes, Bernice, I think Carla will profit by a week away from the city. It'll be her first time traveling by herself, and the experience will do her good. And I think Brenda and the family will do her good. She'll see how a family other than her own gets along day to day, and she'll at last get to meet cousins she's never seen."
"Why, William, I can hardly believe what I'm hearing. I thought you'd be up in arms over the idea. I'm so glad you're on my side for once. If I know my sister, she'll tame Carla of her uppity ways of late. Carla will return home a more respectable young woman.
Bill smiled. If there was anyone Bernice didn't know, it was Brenda!
Chapter Four
Brenda crossed the barnyard barefooted. She paid no attention to the gravelly ground under her feet. She danced over sharp stones, found them stimulating. Her thirty-six-year-old feet were tough. In the last eighteen years, ever since Fred had brought her here to the ranch, she'd only rarely worn shoes.
And before Scott was born, and up until he was about four, she would often wear nothing at all as she ran around the ranch doing her chores. Those first six years of her marriage to Fred were the best of her life. She'd never felt more free. She missed those days-and so did Fred.
In those days Fred would come home from the fields-riding the pickup or tractor if he'd been haying, riding a horse if he'd been out on the range checking on the cattle-and Brenda would be there to greet him with her bare-naked sun-tanned body. Her gyrating ass was bronze. Her bouncing tits were bronze. Her big nipples stood up almost purple in the late-afternoon sun. And, as always, her long straight hair shined like spun gold as it trailed all the way to her waspish little waist. Her hair, which had been chestnut-brown all her life, bleached to a beautiful wheat-yellow under the big sunny skies and fresh air of Montana.
One look at Brenda, this super-built little ranch-Amazon, naked and ripe as a filly in heat, and Fred would yank out those aching ten inches of cock between his legs and lay her right there in the barnyard. And Brenda loved it!
Brenda could always tell when Fred was about due home. She could scent that big stud-cock of his a mile off. And then her pussy would begin to drool. And by the time Fred pulled into the yard, she'd be wet from pussy to ankles. A stream of her sweet pussyjuice would be sliding down the inside of each of her long smooth legs, and her bronze thighs would slide against each other when she walked as if they were oiled.
When Fred caught sight of her luscious sex-juiced legs, the first thing he'd do would be to drop to his knees and lick his sexy young wife clean from ankles to crotch. Oh, those were the days!
Brenda bounced into the kitchen and plopped her bucket of fresh wild strawberries down on the red-checkered table top. The strawberries were big and plump this year-like a young girl's nipples, Brenda liked to think. She'd been out picking them all morning, where they grew thick, near the cotton woods that lined the river.
She looked down at her bare feet. Her toes were reddish-pink from stepping on strawberries. She thought of Fred. If he was home right now he'd be down on his knees sucking her sexy toes until she juiced out an orgasm from his sucking alone. Fred loved to suck her toes. And right now they looked just as luscious as those big strawberries.
Brenda popped a berry into her mouth. Delicious! They'd make a fine dessert tonight with a little honey dribbled on top and lots of fresh cold cream. Or better yet, gobs of fresh warm cream from her men. At least the three girls would appreciate strawberries with fresh jism on top.
Fred, Scott, and Matty would each jack off on a dish of berries, and then Jenny, Carla, and herself would draw lots to see which girl got which guy's jism. Not that it mattered, all her men tasted about the same-oh, young Matty maybe tasted a little sweeter than did his brother or his dad. And all her men had huge cocks-at least ten inches long! Both sons had cocks the spitting images of their father's -fat, long, and beautiful!
Brenda dumped the berries into her old metal colander to rinse them off with cool well water before setting them inside the refrigerator to chill. As she rinsed the berries, she smiled to herself. She thought of Carla. She hadn't seen her niece since the girl was five or six years old. Now she was older -the same age as her own Jenny. She couldn't wait to see Carla. Did Carla resemble Bernice, her mother, or Billy, her father? What would Carla think of a dish of strawberries topped with fresh cum? If Carla was anything like Bernice, she'd run to the sheriff over cum-topped strawberries. If she was anything like Billy-the sexy devil!-she'd gobble them up and cry for more.
Billy! He'd be thirty-four now. Brenda hadn't seen him since he was a teenager. Ten years ago, when Brenda had made the long journey back to her Minnesota hometown to visit Bernice and Carla and other friends and family, she'd been disappointed to find her little humper out of town on business.
She'd never forget those days with Billy prior to her marriage with Fred. Billy's eight-inch cock may have been dwarfed compared to Fred's, but Billy knew how to make his young loins hum. When Billy humped, Brenda felt not only that she had a cock inside her, but a vibrator as well. Those were the days!
Brenda missed Billy during those early years being married to Fred. Fred had that big cock, but he was lazy with it. He made Brenda do all the work. It was only about four years ago that Brenda began to enjoy a real humming cock once again. And Scotty not only had the over-excited loins of a young teenager, but a ten-inch prick between his legs as well. Oh, Scotty! He'd still be humming those teenage loins for a few years yet, before he got lazy like his father. And then there'd be Matty -sexy little Matty! Matty was a charmer, cute as a raisin, horny as a billy goat. Hung, if anything, a half-inch longer than either his father or his brother. And his loins hummed like a turbine.
Matty was the cream of the crop. All the best genes of Brenda and Fred had gone into making Matty, and Matty seemed to realize it. He was a cocky, mischievous little devil if there ever was one!
Brenda stored the berries in the refrigerator. As she closed the refrigerator door she realized that she was hot. All this daydreaming about Billy, Fred and her two sons was getting her worked up. The crotch of her tight bluejeans was all wet, and she wasn't wearing any panties underneath to sop up some of the juice. She wouldn't mind getting her jeans all wet and smelly on any ordinary day, but today Carla was arriving, and until she knew where Carla's head was at regarding sex, Brenda had to play it cool. She couldn't have Carla waltzing into the kitchen and smelling cunt the first thing, nor could she have Matty trying to mount the girl the moment she stepped out of the pickup.
Brenda had been harping at the dinner table all week about how they were to act civilly toward Carla when she arrived. And if Carla turned out to be a holier-than-thou priss, then so be it. They were all to respect her, and all sex around the ranch was to be curtailed until she was gone. No exceptions.
Brenda trusted Fred, Scott and Jenny completely. No worries about them. But as for Matty, there was no telling what might happen. She'd actually considered taking Matty to town and having the sheriff lock him up in jail for the week of Carla's stay. That would cost money, though, and the little prick was bound to put enough cum-stains on the cell walls and his mattress that they'd have to pay to have the mattress replaced and the cell walls painted besides. Then, out of spite, the little devil might jack off right on the sheriff's dress uniform. Jesus! No way! Matty would stay home-come what may.
Brenda kept her fingers crossed.
The screen door burst open, and in charged Jenny, looking like she'd just been shot. Her white shorts and white T-shirt were drenched and spattered with red. Her cheeks and nose looked bloody.
For a moment, Brenda's heart stopped, and she nearly burst into a scream. But the smell of crushed strawberries was so overpowering that she instantly realized that what she thought was blood was actually strawberry juice.
"It was Matty and Peter, Mom," Jenny said, looking down at herself. "They ruined my outfit. As soon as you left the strawberry patch, they jumped me like a couple of Indians and rolled me in the patch. And then they grabbed my bucket and blasted me with all the strawberries I'd picked. And they were naked, Mom, both of 'em, naked as savages."
Jenny told her story matter-of-factly. Having grown up in this wild family, she'd learned to accept small tragedies like this without getting overly upset.
Brenda shook her head. "That boy! I think we'd be best off staking him out on an ant hill and being done with him sometimes. Well, honey, I think you'd be best off getting upstairs for a bath. Dad and Scott will be home soon to go pick up Carla at the bus station, and if you wanna go along, you'd better hurry. Put on one of your old outfits. Cousin Carla will never know the difference."
Golden-haired Jenny, a near-exact replica of her mother except that she was shorter, flew out of the kitchen and bounded up the stairs on the balls of her bare feet. The sweet scent of strawberries lingered behind her.
Back to business at hand, Brenda peeled off her jeans. The kitchen air nipped at her wet crotch. There was only one thing to do-wash her pussy, rinse out the crotch of her jeans, and slip on a pair of panties while her jeans dried in the sun. She began by rinsing her jeans in the kitchen sink.
That boy! she thought while she worked. And his friend Peter was no better. Peter was the only neighbor kid within miles, and he and Matty practically lived together. They were both young teenagers and like twin brothers.
Brenda had called Peter's mother to see if Matty could stay with Peter during Carta's visit here, but Peter's mother had merely laughed.
"Peter alone has about drove me to the asylum," she said. "And now you want me to take in that wild young 'un of yours for a week besides?" She burst into a wild lunatic laugh and hung up without another word.
Brenda was slightly ticked, but she couldn't really blame the poor woman.
The screen door opened and in marched the little devil himself, his white teeth glinting, his dark eyes glowing like suns. His turned-up little nose was dotted with freckles. His cut-off shorts rode so low on his hips that a few wisps of his shiny pubic hair showed above the waistband. These shorts were all he wore in summer-when he wore anything!
"Hey, Ma," he said. "What's for lunch?" He eyed her naked ass and legs.
"Don't 'hey, Ma' me," Brenda said. She faced him, her hands on her hips. "You and Peter ruined Jenny's new outfit."
"It was Pete's idea," Matty said. He eyed her cunt and licked his lips. His young cock crawled out the right leg of his shorts like a big snake and snapped straight up in the air, twitching. The boy was absolutely shameless.
Brenda tried to ignore her son's cock. "I'll just bet it was," she said. "Nothing's ever your idea." She was trying to sound angry, but her voice trembled. One look at her son's ten-and-a-half-inch cock and she felt herself melting. There was nothing she could do to prevent the feeling. Warm cunt juice began trickling down her legs.
Matty was on his hands and knees in a second. His hot tongue caught the stream of pussyjuice at her right knee, and he licked straight up the inner surface of her trembling right thigh until he reached her cunt. Then he went to her left leg and did the same.
His hot little tongue churned against her sensitive skin. His cute little nose slid up her leg in front of his tongue, and when he pulled his face away, his nose dripped with juice.
"Oh, Ma," he moaned. "Oh, Ma, you turn me on."
He wrapped his arms around her hips, filled his hot hands with her assflesh, and mashed his face up against her spread crotch. His experienced young tongue came out in a flash and licked up and down the fat, inflamed slit-edges of her furry pussylips.
The feeling was exquisite! Brenda grabbed her son's warm young head and pressed it to her cunt. "Suck me, Matty," she groaned. "Suck my cunt!"
Matty's tongue* slipped up her cunt. His sharp young teeth gnawed into her hot, spongy pussylips. His strong little fingers dug into her sexy ass. One stray finger twisted against her moist asshole. The boy set his mouth against her open cunt and sucked at it like a leech. The boy wanted to suck out her guts. He was a hungry little animal.
Brenda felt her whole body swaying in rhythm to her son's hungry cuntsucking. She heard him slurping and munching. His wet little tongue zipped back and forth, in and out of her quivering cunt. It filed her clit mercilessly. When he slipped it back inside her, he screwed it and twirled it until Brenda thought she'd scream.
Brenda clung to her son's golden head and humped her hot loins. She lifted up and down on her strawberry-red toes. She dragged the toenails of her right foot along Matty's smooth bronze calf. Balancing on one leg, she shoved her bare foot down the ass of her son's shorts. His hot little asscheeks quivered under her sole. She slid her big toe down his asscrack and played with his hole. The moist litte hole seemed to kiss her hot toe like a set of lips.
Matty groaned. He twisted his head from side to side. He munched at her cunt as if it were the succulent meat of a ripe cantaloupe.
"Oh, Ma," he muttered. "Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma, you taste so good!"
Brenda set her right foot back on the floor. She held fast to her son's head. She couldn't hold on much longer. No girl or woman could withstand much of Matty's cuntsucking without coming. The boy was good, the best she'd ever had.
Matty wrapped his arms around Brenda's thighs and forced them closer together. With his knees, he pulled her calves closer together. Then he wrapped his arms around her ass once more and burrowed at her cunt with his young face. His pert nose rubbed at her clit. His long tongue probed at the depths of her cunt, licking out every hot spongy cunt-fold. He chewed her burning pussylips, his sharp teeth sending electric thrills through her flesh. He smooched and munched and muttered.
Brenda was close. Another few sucks and she'd be gushing.
Matty set his lips and sucked hard. His hot cock found the tight space between Brenda's calves, and the boy began humping, sliding his young prick back and forth between his mother's smooth sexy calves.
The touch of Matty's hot prick to her flesh was too much. All the swirling sensations that had been mounting in her loins condensed in her pussy for one excruciating moment. Brenda gasped. The moment had arrived. She came.
"Ohhhhhh, Matty, Matty, yessss! I'm coming!
I'm coming!"
Matty humped his cock at high speed. He sucked hard, swallowing down the juice gushing from his mother's spasming cunt. He groaned.
Brenda breathed hard and fast. She whimpered out little female cries of ecstasy. She felt so good she almost wept. Her charged ass rotated uncontrollably. She scoured her young son's face with her gushing, spasming cunt.
Matty choked. He gasped for breath. He clawed at his mother's hot asscheeks. His bucking young cock hummed between Brenda's calves like an electric saber saw. Juice rolled down Brenda's smooth calves.
As Brenda's orgasm subsided, she gained control of herself once more and pushed Matty away from her. The entranced youth toppled over backwards onto the green-and-white-checkered kitchen linoleum. His face was flushed nearly purple, and it gleamed with his mother's pussyjuice. He panted, gasping for breath. His huge cock stood perfectly vertical as it protruded from the right leg of his shorts. Cum dribbled down the swollen purple cockhead and rolled down the quivering shaft.
"Ohhh, Ma," the boy whined, "I was almost coming."
Brenda clamped her pussy shut hard by crossing her long beautiful legs and squeezing them together. A few flickers of orgasm still tickled her cunt. She panted, wriggling still with the tingling sensations.
"You don't deserve to come, young man, after what you did to Jenny. Today, of all days, I thought you'd behave."
Now that Brenda's pussy was satisfied and she'd regained some control of her desires, she knew she had some chance to discipline the boy. For a few minutes at least, he'd be unable to hypnotize her with that big sexy cock of his. And as long as she kept her eyes off it, she'd be able to keep control.
"Aw, Ma, I didn't mean any harm," the boy said, giving her his cutest, most innocent pout. "But anyway, Ma, I sure am sorry." He smiled at her adorably.
Brenda was torn between throwing her arms around the boy and petting him until he cooed, and paddling his smart little ass. She decided she'd better paddle him before he regained the edge.
"Off with your shorts, smarty," she said. "Then lie across my knees."
Matty frowned. "Yessum," he whispered. He dropped his tiny shorts and stood before his mother, naked. His monstrous prick stood out from his skinny brown loins at a forty-five degree angle and it jerked like a fly rod.
Brenda seated her naked ass on a chair she'd pulled out from the kitchen table and patted her thighs. "Come on, little boy. Your tender little ass needs paddling."
Matty lay across her knees, his ripe young asscheeks forming a pretty mound for Brenda's eyes. His torso hung forward, his hands braced against the linoleum. His legs hung back, his brown toes hugging the floor. His hot cock stuck down between Brenda's legs, and Brenda clamped it tightly to secure the boy for the paddling.
The boy's ass was adorable, like a set of small bronze grapefruit. His pink asshole quivered between the cheeks. His asscrack was moist with boyish sweat, and Brenda could smell it. Brenda had all she could do to keep, from licking up and down the succulent little furrow. She loved her son. She'd rather kiss and lick and chew his beautiful young ass than paddle it, but he needed the spanking more right now.
The boy's horny cock throbbed between her legs. The arteries along its topside fluttered against her left knee. The big thing felt so goddamned sexy! Lord, if she didn't get this thing over with quickly, she'd be fucking him rather than spanking him.
She raised her arm and let her bare hand fall. Whack!
"Owieeeee!" Matty cried.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Owieee! Owieeee! Owieeeeee!" The boy squirmed, his naked young body beginning to sweat.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Brenda let her bare hand fall harder and harder.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! The boy was going to get fifty good ones-twenty-five on each glowing little asscheek. Maybe he'd think twice before pulling his next prank.
"Stop, Ma! It hurts! Oh, jeez! Ouch! Ouch! Owieeee!" The boy wriggled as if trying to yank his cock out from between his mother's clamped knees to free himself. His red young ass quivered and contracted under Brenda's slaps. His cock throbbed hard with each loud blow his mother delivered.
Forty! Forty-one! Forty-two! Forty-three! Brenda was beginning to enjoy this. Her right hand had gotten so sore that she'd switched to using her left. Number fifty was coming up. Hell, she thought, twenty-five extra for good measure wouldn't hurt! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Faster and faster and faster she spanked.
Matty's teenage ass shined like a cockhead. As he writhed, all the long muscles of his smooth young body danced like snakes. "Ohhhh, Ma! Please, Ma!" he continued to whine. "Owieeeee! Oooooooh! Ohhhhhh! Uh! Uh! Mmmm!"
As number seventy-five approached, Brenda let go with both hands, paddling her naked son's ass with a barrage of slaps. The boy's ass sizzled. His young body tensed like a diver's about to enter the water.
"Ohhhhhh, Maaaaaa!" he cried. "Jeeeeeeez! I'm coming!" Jets of jism like volcanic lava streamed down the insides of Brenda's calves. The stuff was so hot it almost burned. Within seconds, Brenda's legs and ankles were drenched with cum. The hot stuff rolled under her arches and warmed the soles of her bare feet.
Brenda had never been more surprised in her life. Matty's spasming dick felt like a hot, throbbing water balloon between her legs as it shot.
"Oh, Matty, darling, sweetheart!" she gasped, suddenly wrapping her arms around her son's heaving ass to steady him. She lay her cheeks against his hot, glowing ass and kissed it all over. Then she licked up and down his sweet asscrack, tasting his sweat, and tickling his dilating little asshole with her tongue-tip.
Matty groaned and whimpered, shooting an endless load of steaming boyjism down his mother's legs.
Brenda smiled to herself. What was she going to do with this boy?
When Matty was finished shooting, he toppled off Brenda's knees and lay on the floor, panting. "What's for lunch, Ma? I'm starved."
Brenda shook her head. "We were going to have strawberries, but you took care of them when you dumped Jenny's pailful over her. Now, I want you to get back out to the patch and fill up Jenny's pail again while Dad and Scotty and Jenny go to town to pick up cousin Carla. And if you're so starved, eat strawberries. But don't come home till that pail is full. Hear me?"
Matty's jaw dropped. His eyes looked like a sad clown's. "But Ma, I was gonna go to town, too!"
"No buts. Get up and get out to that strawberry patch."
Matty struggled forlornly to his feet and trudged toward the door, his shorts dangling from one hand.
"Put on those shorts before you step out of this house, young man. And you'll leave them on all the while Carla is here. And if you don't behave yourself while cousin Carla is here-remember your promises-you'll be out on the range alone with the cattle the rest of this summer. Hear?"
"Yessum," Matty said, squeezing his round little asscheeks into his tight, holey shorts. He stepped out the door.
The moment Brenda heard the boy pick up his berry bucket and trot off over the gravelly barnyard, she began catching up handfuls of his sweet cum and devouring it. Sweetest cream in the world!
Chapter Five
The journey had been exciting, but much too long. If Carla were to ever take this trip again, she'd demand that her parents send her by jet instead of by Greyhound. She had managed to see much by bus that she would never have seen by plane, but cramped seats and constant stops were beginning to make her nervous.
She wondered if she was getting claustrophobia. Her consolation was that she was finally in Montana, and that within four hours she'd be met at the bus depot by her aunt and uncle and cousins.
As the bus cruised along the highway, Carla looked out over endless green and yellow fields that appeared to end abruptly in the distance where ominous gray mountains, their jagged tops capped with snow, rose up suddenly out of the earth. She wondered if that's where the Thompson family lived-up there in those mountains. Her mother had never really explained to her exactly where Aunt Brenda Thompson and her family lived, just that they lived on a ranch about twenty miles from a small cowboy town.
Carla wondered what they all looked like. There was Aunt Brenda, her mother's sister, who probably looked like her mother, but a few years older. Then there was Uncle Fred, Aunt Brenda's husband, who probably looked like a slightly older version of her father, and who probably talked in a kind of cowboy drawl. And then there were her cousins. There was a little one, just a kid, Matthew. Matty they called him. He'd undoubtedly be sheepish and shy during her visit, she being a sophistocated city woman. He'd be even shier than Robert. Matthew would probably hide behind his mother's skirts most of the time, peering out at Carla with awe.
Aunt Brenda's skirts. She undoubtedly wore her skirts down to her ankles like a proper country woman.
Then there was Cousin Scott. He probably spoke with a drawl like his father, and he'd be blushing and all flustered over her arrival. He'd be quite excited to have her around, seeing that he'd probably never had a girlfriend. He might even give her some trouble, try to get her off behind the barn and try to kiss her or something.
Oh, he'd be horny all right! Carla had read that his age is the peak age for the male sex drive. But she'd handle him. After all, she'd handled Robert time and time again, and Robert was the more sophistocated city boy.
Last of all there was Cousin Jenny. Jenny was her own age. She wondered whether Jenny and herself resembled each other somewhat, seeing that their mothers were sisters. She was dying to meet Jenny. They'd have so much to discuss. Maybe she'd even reveal her relations with Robert to Jenny. Jenny's mouth would hang open with disbelief. But Carla would look nonchalant. "He even tried to shove it into my mouth one day," she'd add for shock effect. And Jenny would almost faint.
Carla smiled to herself with her daydream. The Thompson family would talk about her for months after she left. "That Cousin Carla-" they'd say, -'quite the young lady! So sophistocated!"
The bus pulled up next to a restaurant. They were suddenly in the heart of a tiny one-street town. The streets were deserted.
"Half-hour stop here," announced the driver. -Passengers going on the Butte, change buses here. Your new bus will arrive shortly."
A half-hour stop! Carla wondered whether she'd ever reach her destination. Everybody except fcerself was getting off the bus, and she suddenly felt abandoned. She grabbed her carry-on bag and followed the crowd off the bus.
The day outside the bus was hot. Stepping from the air-conditioned shade of the bus into the blazing sunshine of high-noon was something of a shock. For a few moments, as the sunshine penetrated her body, Carla felt good. She felt as if she were being caressed by a warm hand. But then the sun became oppressive. Carla began to sweat, and she fled into the shade of the restaurant.
In the ladies' room she changed into a pair of light-blue shorts and a white T-shirt. Being all alone and off on her own for the first time in her life, she felt a combination of freedeom and excitement such as she had never felt before, and stepping once more into the toilet stall, she stripped off the shorts and T-shirt she'd just put on.
She smiled to herself. No need for a bra. No need for panties. Not out here. And when she and Jenny got undressed tonight for bed, wouldn't Jenny be shocked. "In the city we don't worry about bras and panties," Carla would say smugly.
Carla pulled off her bra and panties and stood stark naked in the cool air of the John. She was excited. Her pussy oozed juice. A small trickle dribbled down her leg. She rubbed her crotch, tugging at the warm meat of her pussylips with her fingertips. Tingles of pleasure wormed up her cunt. Suddenly she knew she was going to rub off. She just had to rub off. All that jiggling of the bus had gotten her pussylips puffed up and hot. She shoved a finger up her cunt. Mmmm! It felt so good.
"Passengers for Butte, your bus is now loading!" a voice shouted out in the restaurant. The bathroom door opened. "Anybody in here going to Butte? We're ready to leave."
Carla's heart raced. She wasn't going to Butte, but maybe her own bus was leaving without her. She slipped on her shorts and T-shirt, crammed her bra, panties, shoes, and longer clothes into her bag and dashed out of the restroom.
"No bare feet in here, Miss," called the man behind the cash register as she trotted past him.
Oh, fuck you! Carla thought. And she was out the door and back on her bus in seconds. Her bus was empty, so she took a seat toward the back where the driver couldn't see her in his rear-view mirror. She wondered whether she'd be the only passenger for the rest of her journey. She leaned back in her seat and relaxed, glad to have made it back to her bus on time.
She must have dozed off, because suddenly she was opening her eyes, the sound of the bus's motor churning in her ears, her nipples tingling with the feeling of her T-shirt rubbing against them as the bus jiggled. She stretched out her arms and blindly thumped an object on the seat next to her with her fist. The object was firm and somewhat hollow.
"You pack quite a punch, Miss."
Carla jumped, then turned her eyes on the young man reclining in the seat at her left. In her stretching, she'd whopped him in the chest. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I was sleeping." "And right pretty you were," the young man said with a smile. "My name's Luke. And who would you be?"
"Carla," Carla answered. She surveyed the bus. Besides herself, the driver, and this young man beside her, the bus was empty. "Where ya heading?"
"To see my Aunt and her family. The Thompsons. They live on a ranch not too far from here." She spoke automatically, still waking.
"Why sure, I know them. Went to school with Scotty Thompson until I graduated a few weeks ago. Handsome boy, Scotty. And he's got a right pretty ma and sister." He smiled and gazed off into space as if he were reminiscing about old times.
The boy was handsome and so rugged-looking. He wore jeans, checkered red shirt, boots and a cowboy hat. He had snow-white teeth, deep-blue eyes and blond hair to his shoulders. And he had a manly smell of sweat about him that Carla found sweet and stimulating rather than repulsive.
As the youth talked on about his plans now that he'd graduated and spoke of his "old pal" Scotty Thompson as if he loved Scotty more than anyone else in the world, Carla felt his blue eyes moving up and down her bare legs as if they were hot fingertips. She could tell from his breathing that the youth was getting excited, and he kept crossing and uncrossing his legs nervously.
She glanced down at the boy's crotch. The bulge there throbbed. Her pussy tingled. The boy wanted her. Delightful! She drew her legs up to her tits and hugged her knees. Her bare feet rested on the seat. "You got a boyfriend?" the youth asked. "What do you think?" Carla said coquettishly. She pulled her long black hair forward and let it hang over her tits.
"I'll bet you do-a pretty gal like you." He winked.
"I've had my share of boyfriends." She winked back at him.
The boy kicked off his boots and peeled off his socks. His feet were large and sinewy, with wide-spreading toes. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them in imitation of Carla. He rested his cheek on his knee and looked at her. "One of your boyfriends ever show you a good time?" he asked.
"Oh, sure. Good times all the time. Movies, football games. You name it." Luke reached over and stroked her cheek with a finger. "Any of those boyfriends ever show you what he's got between his legs? Know what I mean, honey?"
Carla flushed intentionally. "I'm not that kind girl," she said, pushing his hand away from her cheek. What a hand! Big and muscular like his feet.
"Excuse me, Miss Carla," he said, and he looked away, obviously embarrassed.
Carla stifled a giggle. Beautiful! She'd tamed a big, hunky cowboy. This was better than toying with Robert.
After a short silence the boy began talking as if nothing had happened. He told her his life history. And while he talked, Carla toyed with him -stroked his bare feet with her hot toes, accidentally grazed his hand with her fingernails, wound her beautiful hair around her fingers, made little pouting faces, licked her lips and even cooed, but just audibly. By the time they pulled into the next town, she had the youth squirming in his seat as if he were age eight instead of eighteen. And he was panting so much as he talked that he could hardly get the words out.
"Forty-five minute rest stop," the driver shouted back to them as he climbed out of his seat. He eyed them suspiciously.
"Heck!" Carla said. "We spend more time sitting in these towns than we do traveling."
"Wanna go for a walk," the boy asked. He pulled on his boots and adjusted his hat. "This is where I get off, but I'll keep you company till the bus leaves again."
Carla was delighted with the youth's offer. She suddenly regretted that she'd toyed with him so. He was a gentleman despite his little lapse awhile back.
The boy took her for a walk along a river surrounded by cotton wood trees. The sun glared off the slow-moving stream, but Carla and Luke were sheltered from it under the huge cotton-woods. The stream reminded Carla of the river that ran through the woods near her own home in Minnesota. This river too lay at the edge of town. But this-town, unlike her own, consisted of only one street, and the river here was thus only a hundred yards from the center of town. The river was peaceful. Not a soul around.
"Mind if I piss?" Luke asked.
"Go ahead," Carla answered, trying to sound cool. But what she was thinking was, pull that big
Eig out and let me have a look at it! The only k she'd ever seen was Robert's, and she now had a chance to compare Robert's and Luke's.
Luke unzipped his fly, and after a struggle, hauled out not only his cock, but his balls as well. The cock was hard, and Luke let it jut shamelessly op in the air in front of Carla. It was a big cock, looking to be slightly longer than Robert's. But it looked the same as Robert's-blue-veined ivory shaft, fat purple cockhead shaped like a mushroom, big egg-like nuts pulled up in a tight sac below. The cock stuck up at the same forty-five degree angle as Robert's, and it twitched and throbbed just as excitedly. Carla wished Robert was standing alongside Luke so she could closely study and compare their cocks.
Carta's mouth watered at the sight of the big thing. She remembered how hot Robert's cockhead had been when he'd touched it to her lips, and now she longed to feel the touch of Luke's silky hot cockhead and to taste the cum oozing from the tip.
Luke stood there with his hands on his hips. His face looked strained. "Ain't easy to piss with a hard-on," he said. He stared intently at his cockhead as if trying to will the piss out.
Carla watched, fascinated. She'd never seen a guy piss. And the sight of his big hard cock twitching there in the open air was driving her nearly out of her mind. She didn't know why, but she'd never seen anything more captivating than a cock. She could stare at it forever and never lose interest.
Luke's cock gave a little jerk, Luke grunted, and a squirt of piss spurted from his cock and rained down on the dry riverbank. Then a few more spurts followed. And finally, a long stream of piss arced high in the air as if shooting from a fountain and hosed down the riverbank five feet away from Luke's feet. Luke sighed as the piss hissed out of his cock.
"Ahhhhhhh! Just what I needed. Nothing like a good piss!" he said.
Carla had all she could do to keep from wrapping her fingers around the youth's cock as he pissed. She wondered how the cock felt, wondered what kind of zinging vibrations were passing through it as the piss shot out. Her own pussy throbbed. Just the nearness of the youth's cock was driving it crazy.
Luke stopped pissing and milked his cock a few times to clear out the pisstube. Then he shook it. A few drops of piss flew through the air. He put his hands on his hips and looked down at his cock. It was just as big and hard and vertical as ever. His nuts, squeezed tight by the constriction of his fly, made his sac look like a balloon ready to burst.
He took hold of his cock. "Well, I guess I ought to put this thing away-if I can get it back inside my pants in this condition." He glanced at Carla then began trying to stuff his hard cock and swollen nuts back into his pants.
Carla panicked. She didn't want to lose sight of this exciting prick so soon. She hadn't expected Luke to put it away like that. She'd expected him to at least make a pass at her with it. How disappointing! This big muscular cowboy was more timid than her boyfriend Robert.
Luke wasn't having much luck getting his prick stuffed inside his jeans. He unsnapped them so he could stuff his cock and balls down one leg and then force the jeans up over them.
Lord! He was actually going to put it away!
"Let me help," Carta blurted out without thinking. Before Luke had a chance to say anything, Carla had grabbed his cock by the base. Her hand closed only three-quarters around it. It was a big cock!
Luke let out a gasp as Carla took hold of his cock, and his breath trembled. He seemed a little shaky on his feet.
Carla felt a little shaky herself. The cock was unbelievably hot against her hand. And there was life in it! Arteries fluttered against her palm. The cable-like cock jerked as if trying to leap out of her hand. The purple head pulsated like a beating heart. Carla found herself getting faint.
"It's big," she whispered. "It's so big and hard. And hot." This was unreal. Here she stood with a cock in her hand-the lusty cock of a handsome muscular cowboy. Lord!
Luke squirmed. His lean hips started to hump. His cockshaft slid back and forth in Carla's grip. "Move your pretty hand, Carla," he panted. "Jack me off."
Carla stood there motionless for several seconds. One part of her whispered to frig the beautiful young man's cock until he shot his jism through the air. Another part of her-the sadistic-masochistic part-told her to let go of the boy's cock and to tell him to do it himself.
"Carla, honey," the youth said. "You're a right pretty girl. I think I'm in love with you." He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.
His lips burned like a branding-iron. His hot cock throbbed in her hand. Carla was overcome by a wave of lust such as she had never experienced.
Her hand was moving up and down over the youth's cock even before she realized she was moving it.
"Feels good," Luke moaned. "Use both hands and it will feel even better. Oh, yeah, beautiful hands!"
Carla knelt at Luke's feet. She held his cock in her two hands as if it were a hot dog. One hand moved back and forth over the glossy cockhead while the other frigged the loose skin up and down along the steel-hard shaft. Cum dribbled out of the piss slit, and soon the entire hot prick was slick with the warm jism, and Carla's hands slid up and down easily.
Luke groaned. His hips bucked and rotated. His dick squirmed like a slippery snake in Carla's soft hands.
"Oh, baby! Carla, honey! You make my old dick feel so good. That's it, pretty girl. Oh, yeah! Mmmm! Now you've found the spot. Oh, yeah! Use your thumbs on it. Like that, yeah. Jesus!" Carla was rotating her thumbs over the loose on on the underside of the boy's cock just below the head. She'd noticed that every time she caressed the underside of his cock, his prick would leap and quiver and he would moan. This seemed to be a magic spot so Carla set to work on it. This spot must be something like her own clit-supersensitive. As she moved her thumbs faster and faster, Luke was practically dancing on his toes.
His cock was flipping all over. He whimpered like a puppy.
Carla giggled out loud. She was giddy.
"Frig the whole thing now," Luke panted. "Give the whole thing a handjob. Make it come. Move those pretty hands."
Carla let her hands go wild. She imagined herself a flutist playing to the climactic moment of a long musical piece. With one hand she jerked the boy's hot cock. It was so hard now that it seemed to be composed of a hundred steel rings, one butted against the other.
With her other hand she squeezed the boy's hot, bursting nuts. They felt like oversized ripe plums inside their hairy pink sac. She toyed with the nuts. They were as fascinating as the boy's cock. Both cock and balls were such exciting playthings that Carla could easily be content to toy with them forever. Carla giggled. The cock was nearly jumping out of his belly.
Luke held his hands on his hips and gyrated his ass like a bellydancer. He muttered to himself. Up and down he rose on his toes. His eyes swam in his skull.
Carla set both hands to his cock again and pumped. She remembered the rhythmic way Robert had stroked his cock when he had jacked off in front of her, and now she tried to apply the same rhythm and stroking movements to Luke's cock.
She held the hot prick firmly and forced her hands up and down over the cum-slickened cockskin. At the same time, she massaged the loose cockskin up and down along the ringed shaft, making sure to stretch and manipulate the sensitive area under the head with her thumbs as they passed over it.
Luke humped at her hands. His cock throbbed faster and faster, harder and harder. It was getting ready to shoot, and Carla knew it. She moved her hands so fast that they became a blur. Luke's nuts slapped back and forth.
"That's it, honey," Luke gasped. "Keep it up. Make me shoot. It's coming soon."
Luke's cock seemed to be growing in Carla's hands. It was getting longer, fatter, harder. She'd swear it was. And it was throbbing faster, deeper, more rhythmically. It was getting ready to explode.
Carla's heart hammered. She was excited. She was afraid. She was ready to piss in her shorts. Her cunt gushed, but she was filled with such anxiety at the impending explosion of Luke's cock that she didn't have time to think about her pussy. All she cared about was seeing and feeling the beautiful cock in her hands spurt off.
"Cunt!" Luke gasped. "Tits! Ass! Oh, fuck!" He snorted like a young bull. "Prick! Nuts! Pussy!"
Carla could almost hear the cum seething in his loins, could sense the rumblings. The boy was like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Carla squeezed with all her might, nearly popping the head off the youth's cock. She frigged hard.
The big cock stopped jerking for a suspended moment. All was silent, as if time had stopped. The piss-slit at the tip of Luke's purple, bursting cockhead gaped wide open like a screaming mouth.
Carla felt her eyes widening like saucers. Her mouth hung open. Luke's cock felt like a red-hot torpedo in her hands. Suddenly, it gave a great jerk. A white-hot spurt of cum burst against Carla's face.
Luke whined.
Carla held on and watched the big cock spurt. It swelled up purple again and again. She was sure the head was going to pop off and knock her out. But instead, the jism shot out-shot out hard-blasting her nose and cheeks and eyes. She had trouble seeing. She laughed out loud. Hot spurts shot directly into her mouth, stuck to the back of her throat, slid down into her belly.
Sweet jism-fresh out of the boy's loins! Tasty jism-as tasty as Robert's. But this stuff was hot -hotter than she'd ever imagined a boy's jism would be. And there was so much of it! Ten spurts? Fifteen? She'd lost count.
As the last spurts came from the boy's more slowly contracting cock, Carla planted her lips to the piss-slit and sucked the last of the jism out of his prick. She rubbed the hot cockhead back and forth across her lips and up and down her cum-smeared face.
She loved that big cock-loved its warmth, loved its life. All she wanted was to hold on to that big cock forever, jerking it off, letting it spurt against her face and down her throat-maybe even sucking it off! Oh, Lord, why hadn't she been doing this all her life? All these years she'd been teasing the boys, holding them off, torturing them for her own sadistic-masochistic pleasure. Now she realized that it was so much more pleasurable to give in, so much more pleasurable to feel a boy's hot flesh and to taste his cum.
She wiped the cum off her face with her fingers and licked her fingers clean. Then she washed her face in the river.
Luke washed off his cock and stuffed it back in his pants. The fat prick had deflated considerably.
Luke wrapped his arms around Carla and kissed her on the mouth. "Thanks, pretty girl," he said.
Carla shook so much she couldn't speak.
At that moment, three blasts of a horn came crashing through the cotton woods.
"My bus!" Carla cried.
The two of them turned and dashed off through the cottonwoods, Luke dragging Carla by the hand. Seconds later, Carla sat inside her bus, panting, now the lone passenger. As the bus pulled away, she pressed her pretty nose to the window and stared out longingly as Luke disappeared behind her.
He was waving and smiling, in heaven.
She'd taken care of him!
As the bus pulled out of town, Carla realized that her shorts were drenched between the legs. And her pussy was sizzling!
Chapter Six
Carla was right about one thing in her daydreaming about the Thompson family: Cousin Scott was excited to see her and Cousin Scott was horny. But Cousin Scott wasn't waiting to get her out behind the barn to make a pass at her. She'd met him only ten minutes ago, and already his prick was throbbing against her ass. And Christ, the thing felt huge!
Carla sat in the cab of the pickup truck, right smack on Scott's lap. Cousin Jenny sat next to her, in the middle of the cab, and Uncle Fred, wearing a white cowboy hat and bushy blond sideburns, sat behind the wheel. Uncle Fred's brown hands looked muscular enough to rip the steering wheel off the steering column with a flick of his wrists. And Cousin Scott's hands, just as muscular, but with younger-looking skin, felt like hot bear paws through Carla's T-shirt.
Carla was trembling. Scott's arms were wrapped around her in a bearhug, and all the muscles of his sinewy, rock-hard body quivered against her.
As they headed down a dirt road, flat green fields on both sides, the sun blazing in through the windshield and heating up Carta's bare legs, Uncle Fred pointed out the gray-green mountain range in front of them. The ranch was nestled in the foothills at the base of those mountains, he said.
"You'll love the ranch," Jenny said, without trying to hide her excitement in the least. "We'll go bareback riding." She squeezed Carta's hand. She'd entwined her fingers with Carta's when they'd first climbed into the truck, and she wouldn't let go. Their palms had grown sweaty against each other, and Carla could feel a pulsebeat against her palm.
As they drove along at a leisurely pace-Uncle Fred didn't seem to be in any hurry-Jenny continued to shamelessly jabber with excitement, and Uncle Fred continued to point out landmarks.
Scott didn't say much. He was too busy nuzzling Carla's neck with his nose and trying to sneak feels of her braless tits when Fred and Jenny weren't looking. As the truck bounced over ruts and holes in the road, Carla bounced in Scott's lap, and Scott's cock throbbed and jerked. Every once in a while he moaned load enough for Carla to hear him.
Carta's pussy dripped. She was sure that before they reached the ranch her shorts would become so drenched that she'd leave wet spots on Scott's jeans. But what could she do? It was Scott's fault. He already had her so hot that she wanted to scream.
The Thompsons-at least these three-were not at all the shy, folksy people she'd imagined they'd be. Uncle Fred did have a slight drawl, but he used words Carla had never even heard. He was a tall, lean cowboy, and, although older than her father, he looked younger. And so-o-o handsome! Oh, so handsome! Carla couldn't imagine Aunt Brenda nagging Uncle Fred the way her own mother nagged her father. This man was too princely to stand for any nagging.
And Jenny wasn't any shy little country girl. She had a body like a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader and hair just as long as Carta's, except that it was golden as a ripe wheatfield instead of black. And Jenny walked with such self-assurance and energy that Carla began to feel that she'd been living in a morgue all her life.
And Scott. Jeez! Luke had made an understatement when he'd called Scott handsome. Scott was the handsomest, most beautiful young man Carla had ever seen. He was a younger version of Fred, but with an added fifty percent of pure handsomeness and sexuality thrown in. Like his father's and Jenny's, his hair was bleached-blond, and it hung to his shoulders. But his eyes were a deep brown -very dark-though they glowed like suns. Fred and Carla had them too, these paradoxically dark eyes combined with sunny yellow hair.
This family was so energetic, so intense, so overwhelming, that Carla felt as if she were in the grip of a tornado. Before she knew it, she was stumbling out of the truck into Aunt Brenda's golden arms, and pressed up against Aunt Brenda's big hot tits. Then she was saying hello to Matty. A cuter, prettier, more devilish-looking boy she'd never seen. Though he wore a tiny pair of shorts, he looked perfectly naked as he greeted her under the cascades of warm sunshine. Carla felt tingly all over. The boy exuded an electrical sensuality that was almost visible.
At the dinner table that evening the family kept up the same incessant chatter they had begun the moment Carla had stepped off the bus. The rectangular table-solid oak according to Uncle Fred-was spread over with a checkered red-and-white oil cloth. The food lay across it from one end to the other: The greenest lettuce Carla had ever seen-homegrown. Loaves of homebaked golden bread. A pot of steaming beef-and-vegetable stew -from the ranch, of course. Pitchers of fresh cold milk from the family milk-cow. A tub of homechurned butter. Bowls of fresh wild strawberries swimming in chilled cream. A jar of bronze-colored honey. All quite different from the TV
dinners Carla was used to eating almost every night.
The Thompsons dug in and ate. Fred talked about the ranch. Aunt Brenda asked about Carla's mother. Jenny raved on about how much fun she and Carla were going to have all week. Scott flirted shamelessly with Carla. His eyes cried out "I wanna fuck you" as loudly as if he'd shouted it.
And Matty, slouching in his chair directly across the table from Carla, made obscene little noises with his mouth as he chomped on his food. His shining little eyes glued themselves to Carla's tits until Carla imagined her nipples beginning to smoke under the focused beams of light emanating from his gaze.
Carla tried to ignore both Scott and Matty, for she was having a hard time trying to converse with Jenny and her aunt and uncle with these two hot boys all but groaning out loud as they studied her. But the boys wouldn't let her. They were relentless in their horniness. All.at once Carla felt a hot bare foot press down on top of her own. Across the table, Matty slouched way down in his chair now, his eyes fiery as he gazed at her, a lecherous grin on his freckled face even as he chewed on a thick, crusty slab of bread.
Carla couldn't help but respond to the young boy's pass at her. The moment his flesh touched hers her pussy felt as if a hot wet tongue had licked it from one end to the other. Now it was throbbing with her pulsebeats. She wiggled her toes up at Matty's hot sole, and Matty wiggled his toes down against her smooth instep. Matty's other hot foot moved down, and suddenly she and Matty were playing a game of footsy that had Carla's cunt churning with sparks of lust.
Oh, Lord! If she could only tear off her clothes and wrap herself around that devilish little prick across the table from her! Christ, she was hot! She'd even let him fuck her! Goddamn, if she wouldn't!
Matty's hot pubescent toes slid up and down her legs. His toenails scratched her exquisitely. All her skin seemed to be suddenly as sensitive as her clit. Every touch of Matty's feet to her legs had her on the verge of orgasm. Matty's feet pressed into the warm, sopping-wet crotch of her shorts. The balls of his feet rotated against her clit. Her cunt felt as if it were tying itself up in tight, pleasure-filled knots. Matty's hot feet massaged her pussy like the forepaws of a mating tomcat.
The room was spinning. Carla's eyes were hot with tears of lust. Her eyes swam. Her vision blurred. Matty's hot toes danced against her cunt. The hundreds of knots of sex-tension that had been building in her cunt since this afternoon when she'd jacked off Luke, when she'd bounced her ass against Scott's big cock during the ride to the ranch, and now, when Scott and Matty were drooling over her-all these hot knots reached a peak of tension.
Matty wriggled his toes against her clit in one final flourish, and Carla's pussy spasmed. All those knots of sex-tension unraveled in a chain reaction, and Carla held tightly to her chair to keep from toppling out of it.
She squeezed her legs together, clamping Matty's wriggling feet between them. As the spasms shook her cunt, her ass made spontaneous humping motions that she couldn't control. Her cunt felt so good! She wished she could let herself moan and thrash around, but what could she do here at the kitchen table in front of five near-strangers?
She tried as best she could to control her breathing. She even tried to smile. But she could feel her eyes rolling, and her ass bucked. She wondered if not only Matty, but everybody else, knew that she was coming. She held on, and in fifteen seconds it was all over.
She gave Matty's feet a pat and pushed them away. He sat up in his chair and grinned at her devilishly, as if he'd just pulled off a bank robbery. Then he winked at her and popped a strawberry into his mouth.
Across the table, next to Matty, Scott gazed at her out of the corner of his eyes. He was flushed, and misty sweat-droplets gleamed on his brow. As he spooned strawberries dripping with cream, his hand trembled. It was obvious that he knew what had happened.
Chapter Seven
"Early to bed, early to rise ..." was undoubtedly the unspoken saying around the Thompson ranch. Here it was, only nine o'clock -the sun was just setting-and everybody had bedded down for the night.
Carla lay on Jenny's big bed watching the changing hues of pink and orange play across the plaster ceiling. Out the window to her left the sky was blazing like a campfire gone to coals.
Jenny's bedroom was on the second floor of the two-story house. Down the hallway and across it, Jenny's parents had their bedroom. Scott and Matty, the two horny boys, slept out in the old log bunkhouse near the corral and horsebarn.
Beside Carla, Jenny stretched. "Oh, I feel so good. I've never even had a girlfriend sleep over before. The girls I know from school all live twenty miles away. You're my very first guest." Jenny smiled like a sixteen-year-old Miss America. Her long hair shined reddish in the twilight.
Jenny's unabashed excitement and enthusiasm at having Carla visit was infectious. Carla felt warm inside. She hadn't felt this wanted and appreciated ever, that she could remember. She reached over and stroked Jenny's cheek. Then, before she could catch herself, she leaned over and kissed Jenny right on the mouth. Jenny's saliva was sweet.
Jenny cuddled up to Carla and draped her arm over Carla's tits. Both girls wore floor-length nightgowns that belonged to Jenny. "You ever sleep naked?" Jenny asked.
"Sometimes," Carla answered. "Do you?"
"All the time," Jenny said. She grinned, showing her perfect white teeth. She tugged at Carla's nightgown. "Wanna get naked now?"
Carla didn't need any further prompting. She pulled her nightgown off over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Jenny tossed her own nightgown on top of Carla's, and the two naked girls wrapped their young bodies around each other.
Their big spongy tits met. Their pink cunts kissed, their stiff nipples rubbed against each other like excited clits. Their hot downy bellies glued together, and their legs entwined. Their clits kissed. Both girls groaned into each other's open mouths.
Their sweet young tongues moved down each other's throats.
After a few minutes of excited girl-humping, they forced their mouths apart. Both girls giggled.
"You feel so good," Jenny said.
"Mmmm, so do you," said Carla. This was the first time Carla had ever rubbed her naked body against another naked body-boy or girl-and she could hardly believe the sensation. Lord, what had she been missing all her life? She could easily lie here like this forever. To hell with everything else!
"Ever lay like this with a guy?" Jenny asked. As she said the word "guy," her loins gave a few quick humps.
Carla was about to say, sure, she'd lain with guys plenty of times, but as she looked into Jenny's sharp eyes, she realized that lying to Jenny would be next to impossible.
"No," Carla said. "Wish I had, though. What about you?"
Jenny scratched Carla's back lightly. "Are you kidding me? With brothers like I've got? If you weren't here tonight, one or both of those horny devils would be on me right now. Most of the time it's great, but they can get out of hand sometimes."
"What's that, Jenny?" Carla heard a sound like frogs croaking outside.
Jenny listened. She grinned. "That's Matty, pretending he's a frog. Come on." Jenny jumped out of bed and pulled Carla with her. The two girls knelt on the floor and looked out the window. The barnyard below looked purplish-orange in the waning twilight.
Matty stood on the dusty bare ground between the bunkhouse and the house. He wasn't alone. For a moment Carla thought Scott was with him, but then she realized that the boy with him was no bigger than Matty himself. The two boys stood side-by-side, their skinny young arms draped over each other's shoulders, their flanks, hips and legs pressed together. Neither boy had a stitch on, and each boy's prick pointed up at Carla and Jenny like an aimed telescope.
"Who's that?" Carla asked, referring to the boy next to Matty. But even as she asked the question, she knew that she really didn't care. What she really cared about was what she saw sticking up at her from Matty's tight young loins-a billy club? A baseball bat? It just couldn't be a cock. No cock could ever be that big!
"That's Peter, Matty's buddy," Jenny said. "He sleeps over here more than he sleeps at home. He's got a cute dong, doesn't he?"
Carla couldn't tell from this distance, but she didn't care that much. Peter might have a cute dong, but Matty had a monstrous dong. Carla gazed at Matty's hard prick, entranced. She could hardly talk. Her heart was pounding too hard. She was panting too much.
"Carla, you all right?" Jenny asked. She shook Carla by the shoulder.
"It's so big!" Carla muttered, without taking her eyes off Matty's prick. "I don't believe it! Is it real!"
"Huh?" Jenny said. Then her eyes followed Carla's gaze. She laughed. "You mean Matty's prick? Hell, yes!" She laughed again. "I see that old dong so much that I forget that it's even bigger than Dad's. But it's not how big it is that matters that much-it's how well a guy can use it. And, let me tell you, Matty knows how to use it. He hums it like a piston."
"Jesus!" Carla muttered. "Oh, Jesus!"
The big prick was dancing before Carla's eyes, flipping up and down, wagging from side to side. Peter's cock was dancing, too. Peter's prick was by no means small. It was at least the size of Luke's and Robert's, but it looked dwarfed next to Matty's.
The two boys gazed up at the two girls, their white teeth glinting orangish in the twilight, their twin cocks squirming in mid-air. The boys barely moved their loins. They made their pricks dance by contracting their loins deep inside. The big pricks flexed like muscles. Their hefty balls swung heavily below. Even from the upstairs window, Carla thought she could see a pearl of cum balancing on the tip of each boy's cockhead.
"Oh, Jenny," Carla gasped, "they're making me so hot!"
Jenny reached down between Carla's legs and rubbed her hand up and down along Carla's pussyslit. "You said it, honey," Jenny said. "You got juice running out of you." She brought her wet hand up to her nose and sniffed it. "Mmmmm! Smells good. Smells just like me or mom when we get hot." She licked her cousin's pussyjuice off her hand. "Oooooh! Now I'm getting hot." She grabbed Carla's hand and guided it down to her own pussy.
Carla rubbed her hand up and down Jenny's pussyslit. The wiry hair was all wet. She slid her fingertips between the fat lips. The flesh inside almost burned her hand. Jenny was just as juicy as herself. Carla slipped her fingers back and forth, feeling all of Jenny's pussy, finding Jenny's clit.
"Oh, honey," Jenny cooed, "feel me up. Shove your fingers inside me." Jenny spread her legs apart so Carla could really get at her pussy. At the same time, Jenny reached back between Carla's hot legs to play with Carla's crotch. She pressed up close to Carla and kissed her on the cheek.
Carla groaned. Jenny's hand knew what it was doing, just as her own hand knew what it was doing between Jenny's legs. Carla pinched Jenny's clit and vibrated it until she felt Jenny's hot bottom begin humping. Then she wiggled two fingers up inside Jenny's cunt. Jenny sighed, then shoved two fingers up Carla's cunt. The two sexy young girl-cousins put their longhaired young heads together as they fingerfucked each other. Down below, the two horny boys performed for them.
The two boys faced each other, their big pricks aiming at each other like gunbarrels. They moved toward each other until the wet tips of their cocks met. Then they stood there, pressing their bloated prickheads together while they gyrated their sexy bare asses.
Carla groaned, fingerfucking Jenny fast while she wiggled her own ass in response to Jenny's fingerfucking. Her and Jenny's fingerfucking, together with the hot sex-show in the barnyard below, was making Carla drool so much between her legs that she could hear a few drops of hot juice plop to the floor every so often. This was the first time in her life that she was having real mutual sex.
The boys down below scampered around the barnyard on their hands and knees now. Their horny cocks wagged against their flat bellies as they crawled. They arched their lissom backs and shoved their round asses high in the air. Finally, they both faced away from the girls, showing the girls their hot boy-asses. As the two girls focused their eyes on the boys' asses, the two boys nodded to each other and farted, simultaneously. Then they laughed.
Though twilight was turning to dark, Carla could swear she saw both boys' moist young assholes open up like pretty mouths as they farted.
Strangely, the sight excited her even more. She had the sudden urge to rush down there and shove her tongue up the boys' assholes.
At that moment, Jenny shoved her thumb up Carla's ass.
"Ohhhh, Jenny!" Carla gasped. Never in her life had Carla felt anything like that. Never had she shoved even her own finger up her ass. For a moment, she was stunned. Then, overcome by the exciting sensations shooting through her asshole, she nearly squealed out loud. As she wiggled with the feelings of Jenny fingerfucking her asshole and cunt at the same time, she found Jenny's pucker with her thumb and slipped her hot digit up Jenny's ass as far as it would go. Jenny's asshole was as hot and juicy inside as was her cunt.
Jenny danced on her knees, if that was possible. Her firm, meaty little ass wiggled so much that Carla had a hard time keeping her fingers and thumb inside Jenny.
"Mmmm, yesss," Jenny moaned. "Shove and squeeze. Fuck my pussy. Thumb my asshole. Give it to me, honey. Really do it to me. Do it the way I'm doing it to you."
"Oh, yes," gasped Carla. "Mmmmmmm! Let's make each other come. Oh, God, this feels so good!" Carla wanted to cry out how good she was feeling.
In the yard below, Matty and Peter were back on their feet, their arms stretched above their heads, their long young bodies undulating in a slow, sensuous dance. As their bodies swayed in time to a silent rhythm, their big stiff cocks twitched and waved as if performing a dance of their own.
Carla thought she must be dreaming. She imagined herself as a queen being entertained by two hot young slaveboys. The pinkish light over everything was unreal. The naked youths with their enormous cocks just couldn't be real. Jenny's hot body pressed against her own, Jenny's hand imbedded in her cunt and asshole-these were beyond belief.
The two boys lowered their hands to their waving cocks and stroked them in time to the rhythm of their wiggling young bodies. As the rhythm of their dancing inceased, the rhythm of their cock-stroking increased. Within seconds, the two horny youths were beating off in earnest in front of the two masturbating girls. Their hot hands jerked up and down the length of their big throbbing cocks faster and faster. The boys stared at their cocks as if willing them to shoot off.
"Oh, Jenny, look at that!" Carla gasped. "They're so sexy! Their cocks are so big! I can't believe this is happening."
Carla moved her hand in rhythm to the boys' cock-beating, jamming her fingers in and out of Jenny's cunt, jamming her thumb in and out of Jenny's asshole. Hot juice poured out of Jenny and dripped from Carla's hand. A mushing, squishing sound came from between Jenny's legs. Jenny's insides writhed around Carla's fingers like a nest of hot snakes.
Jenny's cunt-beating hand matched Carla's. "I love you, Carla," Jenny half-whimpered.
"I love you too, Jenny," Carla gasped. She pressed against Jenny for support. Jenny's hand was causing her cunt to sizzle like a sparkler.
Carla closed her eyes for a moment, reveling in the hot feelings spiraling through her cunt. This felt so good that she wanted it to never end. She opened her eyes again. Jenny was there. She kissed Jenny. She looked down at the boys. The boys humped now at their hands as if they were fucking.
Matty groaned.
Peter whimpered.
Matty's body arched like a strung bow.
Peter's body grew just as taut.
Matty threw back his head and fired his first round of jism five feet through the pink twilight.
Seconds later, a stream of fat fluffy jizz-wads shot from the end of Peter's cock and likewise pelted the dust five feet away.
The two boys swayed like saplings as they alternately spurted showers of heavy jizz-pellets. The white wads were tinted purplish-pink in the twilight summer air. The lissom young bodies of the spasming youths sprang and quivered like snapped rubberbands each time they released a load. Then-pubescent whimpers pierced the clear country air and echoed off across the range.
Jenny turned her head and sank her teeth into Carla's neck. Her breath came hot. "Oh, Carla, I'm coming! Jeeeez!"
Jenny's cunt wrenched at Carla's hand. Beautiful streaming tingles filled Carla's hand and moved through her arm. Oh, wow! Jenny was coming!
Carla was coming, too.
"Christ, Jenny! Oh, Jesus! Ohhh! Oh! Ann! Uh! Uh! Oooooh! Ohhhhhhhhh! Here comes the feeling! Mmmmmmmmmm!" Carla yelled.
She swiveled her head and sucked at Jenny's pretty nose while Jenny continued to gnaw at Carla's neck. The sensations Carla felt were almost more than she could bear. She'd never been this excited before, not even this afternoon when she'd jacked off Luke and he'd shot off right in her face.
As she writhed with orgasm, rhythmically clamping her hot thighs around Jenny's cunt-frigging hand, clinging to Jenny so as not to topple over, working the fingers and thumb of her own hand in and out of Jenny's hot sucking sexholes, Carla thought about all the shooting jism and gushing pussyjuice saturating the evening air with their scents. She thought about all the beautiful sexual feelings pulsating simultaneously through her own flesh, and through the flesh of Jenny, Matty and Peter. She wondered if the two boys' cocks felt the same sensations as did her own pussy. She was sure Jenny's pussy felt the same as her own right now.
A warm tear rolled down Jenny's cheek and Carla licked it off. "Feels so good!" Jenny moaned. "Oh, Carla, feels so-o-o-o good!"
Down below, Matty and Peter were milking the last of the boyjism from their hot pricks. They looked at each other, then up at the hugging girls. They looked back at each other and grinned. Their big cocks had deflated to half-mast.
Darkness was coming on fast.
Chapter Eight
The night was warm. A fragrant, hay-scented breeze wafted in through the open window. A din of crickets made the solitude hum. The sky was bright with stars, and a half moon was just peeking above the horizon. As if by magic, the moonlight flooded Jenny's bedroom, and Carla could see as if it were daytime.
Jenny lay asleep at Carla's side, her long silky hair fanned out over her pillow, her creamy young tits rising and falling. Jenny was beautiful.
Carla leaned over and kissed her, inhaling deeply of the warm breath passing between Jenny's parted lips, sipping some of the saliva from Jenny's sweet mouth. Carla wished Jenny would wake up. Carla had lain here watching her beautiful young cousin sleep for what seemed like hours, and she was getting hornier and hornier by the minute.
She laid her head on Jenny's thighs, letting her nose rest against Jenny's furry pussy. She lay there awhile contentedly,.delighting in the sexy scent of Jenny's young cunt. Oh, Jenny, Carla thought, I wanna eat your pussy. I wanna taste you between the legs. I wanna shove my tongue up your cunt and lick you out.
Carla reached between her own legs and rubbed her pussy. She was wet down there again. Jenny's handjob had satisfied Carla for a short while, but even before Jenny had fallen asleep, Carla had started to get horny again. The events of the day had been too much.
There was Luke's big cock spurting off in her face and mouth. There was Matty's sexy bare foot rubbeing her off at the dinner table. There was her pussy-rub with Jenny while the two of them had watched Matty and Peter jerk off their huge cocks. Matty! What a cock! And then there was Scott.
Scott's hot hard cock had rubbed against her ass during that long ride to the ranch in the pickup truck. Scott's big muscular hands had squeezed her tits. Scott had eyed her all through dinner, and he'd watched her spasm under Matty's pussy-bing foot. Oh, Jesus! Scott was a hot young Carla had to have him, had to feel his big k inside her-had to fuck him soon or she'd go crazy!
Carla climbed out of bed. The fields outside stretched endlessly, soft under the moonlight and starlight. She longed to walk over them barefooted, her naked tits caressed by the sweet breezes, her naked ass and horny pussy fucked by the night air. She left Jenny's room, quietly closing the door behind her, and she tiptoed down the hallway toward the stairs. She was excited. Her she was, completely naked in a strange house, heading outside for her first nude moonlit walk. The hallway was pitch black. Carla felt her way along, heading for the shaft of dim light that shone through the open door of her aunt's and uncle's bedroom. The shaft of light cast a shiny rectangle on the solid-oak floor. Just beyond that rectangle was the stairway, Carla's goal.
As she approached the stairs, taking care to make no sound, she head whispers coming from the open bedroom. Then she heard soft whimper-ing sounds, as if Aunt Brenda were crying quietly Next she heard a low grunt. She peered inside.
Aunt Brenda and Uncle Fred stood on the bedroom floor, their naked bodies bathed in lamplight. Brenda leaned forward, her hand braced on her knees, her big tits hanging, her round sexy ass turned up high behind her. Fred stood directly behind her, his huge muscular paws gripping her ass, his enormous cock slipping in and out of her body, gleaming as if oiled.
Brenda nodded her head from side to side. Her long hair, silvery in the dim light, hung down along her cheeks. The bottom tips of her beautiful hair brushed her knees. As Fred fucked her, Brenda moved her ass in circles, screwing it backward onto his cock as he shoved in. Each time Brenda's meaty ass met Fred's hard belly they made a smacking sound between them. Fred grunted and Brenda cooed.
Carla trembled. She gripped the door frame to steady herself. Pussyjuice dribbled down her legs. Here were two grownups fucking-two professionals. Their hot cunt and cock coupled perfectly with each other like oiled, finely tuned machines. Carla was so excited she almost shed tears. She was witnessing real fucking for the first time in her life.
"Come on, Fred," Brenda whispered. "Move it faster. Come on, honey. File my clit a little bit." She wriggled her ass frantically, as if trying to spur her husband on.
Fred groaned. "Shit, Brenda, you're gonna make me come if you don't slow down your ass. you're still the hottest little filly I ever laid my eyes on."
Brenda sighed. "And you're still the toughest stud stallion who ever rode my ass. But, jeez, honey, you're getting lazier in your old age. And you always were a lazy one to begin with."
Fred gave a few quick jabs with his cock, making Brenda gasp.
"You're just getting spoiled by those two young bucks you gave birth to. All teenage boys fuck like that. Their bellies hump automatically. It's a reflex. They can fuck at high speed for hours. They could hump like crazy even in their sleep. When you get to be my age your reflexes slow down."
"Same old Fred," Brenda said. "I suppose there's some truth in what you're saying, but then, your reflexes were always a little lazy to begin with. You just get a charge out of letting me do most of the work."
Fred laughed. He slapped Brenda's sexy ass a few times. "I can't deny that I like to see you move this ass of yours. There's no more beautiful sight in the world than this ass of yours sliding itself back and forth on my cock. And nothing feels so good either. Your cunt is still just as tight and hot and juicy as the first time I slipped my cock into it."
Brenda arched her back and humped her ass back and forth on Fred's cock. Her hips continued their screwing motion. "Come on, Fred, let's fuck. All this talk of yours is getting me hotter than I
care to be."
Fred grabbed her ass again, using his hands now to help jerk his wife's cunt back and forth over his I ten-inch cock. At the same time, he let go with a j series of sharp, fast cock-thrusts. The muscles of his beautiful long body rippled under his golden j skin. His nostrils flared, and his breathing came ! hot and heavy.
Brenda cooed her appreciation. She balanced on one foot, caressing Fred's muscular legs with the sexy toes of her other foot. She stood on two feet again and braced herself, digging in for Fred's heavy assault on her cunt.
"Come on, honey," Fred muttered, "let's bring each other off. Let's make each other really feel it."
"Fuck me, Freddy," Brenda gasped. "Drive that big thing into me. Fuck the guts out of me!"
"Oh, Brenda!" Fred gasped. His loins blasted against her upturned ass. His enormous cock knifed into her.
Brenda's body shuddered as Fred's rock-hard belly slammed against her solid female ass. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," she grunted. Each of Fred's cock-thrusts knocked some of the wind out of her.
Fred's strong asscheeks dimpled each time they contracted. His huge nuts, dripping with his wife's pussyjuice, flapped at the base of his wrist-thick cock. His hot cock sawed in and out of Brenda's cunt with long, ten-inch thrusts.
Brenda swayed with the rhythm of her husband's fucking. The curves of her beautiful body were cast in sexy shadows on the bedroom wall. Into the beautiful round shadow of her ass, the straight, clublike shadow of Fred's monstrous cock thrust.
"I'm getting close," Fred muttered. "I can feel it in my nuts."
"Fuck me!" Brenda whispered. "Hard!
Quick!"
Fred's cock, which had been slicing in and out of Brenda's cunt with a swift, steady rhythm, suddenly sawed into her hot moist cunt with remarkable speed.
At the same time, Brenda's hot ass began gyrating like a fan.
"Oh, Christ!" Fred grunted.
"Mmmmmmm!" Brenda whined. "Fuck meeeeee!"
Fred's hard belly smacked against Brenda's ass. The squishing sounds made by their fucking, filled the room, along with the musky smell of hot cunt. The coupled fuckers stretched out their backs, arching them to get the last possible intensity into their fucking.
Fred rammed his cock up Brenda's cunt. He hunched forward, wrapping his muscular arms around Brenda's loins. His ass twitched.
"Ohhhhh, Brenda, I'm coming! Ohhhhh!" Tremors shook his flesh. He shot his hot jism deep into his wife's body.
Brenda whimpered. "I feel you, Fred. I feel you shooting. Mmmmmm! Beautiful! Fill me, honey! Ohhh, yeahhhh! Ooooooh! Freddy, I'm coming! Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!"
Brenda shook her longhaired head from side to side. Her body jerked, her spasming ass making short, quick humping motions. Both she and Fred appeared to be receiving a series of quick electrical shocks.
As Uncle Fred and Aunt Brenda whined deliriously with the intense sensations of their orgasms, Carla took the opportunity to pass through the shaft of lamplight flowing into the hallway. Within seconds, she was at the bottom of the stairs. She was so hot between the legs, so ex-cited in every corner of her being, that she felt as if she were floating. She imagined herself a ghost. This was all so unreal. She must be dreaming.
The scent of the hayfields outside was the sweetest aroma she'd ever smelled. It reminded her of the smell of a boy's jism-Robert's jism, Luke's jism. She wondered if maybe she wasn't smelling Uncle Fred's jism, fresh in the night air.
The half moon had risen much higher in the sky now. The Big Dipper sat on the shadowy peaks of snowcapped moutains to the north. The snowy peaks glinted fairy-like in the moonlight.
The dusty barnyard under Carla's tender feet was hard and pebbly, but Carla walked over it as if the sky had snowed down a blanket of cotton. She felt only relaxing, tingling sensations in her feet, as if warm hands were massaging them.
She was floating, most definitely floating. She Boated past the bunkhouse, heading off over the fields. The night air sucked at her raw pussy flesh, her pussy, out of excitement, had opened like a blossoming rose. The hairy lips were swollen up ike inflated rose petals. The cool tongue of the air licked up and down her inner legs. She was drenched from crotch to ankles.
Carla had gone no more than fifty yards down a grassy trail that ran along the edge of one of the hayfields when she saw a ghostly human figure coming straight at her. By the time she realized what she was seeing, the specter's arms were wrapping around her. The shock of this sudden meeting would likely have caused Carla to faint had the specter's arms not formed such a cozy nest for her bare torso. The specter's bare chest pressed hot against her tits. Carla's nipples stood up stiff, tingling at the touch of the hard male flesh.
"Where's my pretty cousin going?" Scott asked. The boy was barechested, barefooted, wearing only his jeans. The moonlight made his shiny hair glow silvery around his handsome face. His cock bulged down one leg of his jeans, throbbing under the denim as he pressed it against Carla.
Carla nestled in his arms. She trembled. She pressed her cheek against Scott's strong neck. "I couldn't sleep," she said. "I had to take a walk."
"Same here," Scott said. He played with the tender muscles of her neck and shoulders, kneading them gently between his fingers and thumbs.
Carla felt waves of relaxation spread down her arms and back. "Scott," she sighed. "Oh, Scott!"
The boy turned her head up toward him and kissed her.
Carla went limp in his arms. "I wanna fuck you," Scott muttered. "Can I fuck you, Carla?" Carla thought she'd die. "Oh, yesss, Scott, fuck me!"
"Wait here one minute," Scott said. "I'll be right back."
As Scott let go of her, Carla had to consciously catch herself to keep from sliding to the ground like a sheet. Her heart throbbed. She felt an ache inside such as she had never before experienced, She watched Scott dash off across the field like a young deer. He disappeared inside the log bunkhouse. Seconds later he reappeared in the yard, carrying a bundle of some sort. "Quick, let's go!" Scott said, catching up to Carla. He -grabbed her arm and led her down the path. "Let's trot. Matty or Peter might have woken up when I went inside to get the blanket. I don't want them following us." They trotted. Carla's tits bounced, making her even more excited than she already was. Within minutes, they arrived at their destination. Scott led her under some huge trees. The scent of strawberries filled the air, along with the sound of gurgling water. The moonlight reflected off a gently flowing river, perhaps thirty feet wide from bank to bank. Scott took her down into the water, and across to the other side, where he spread out the blanket on the sandy riverbank.
Carla sat on the blanket, looking up at her handsome cousin. He looked down at her, smiling, his big hands on his lean hips, his upper body looking like a marble sculpture in the moonlight.
Carla could hardly stand this. He was too beautiful to bear looking at. She kissed his muscular feet. She rose to her knees, hugging his loins, pressing her cheek to his flat lower belly. His huge cock throbbed against her tit, still trapped inside his jeans. She had to free it. She undid his jeans and peeled them off his ass.
Carla inhaled deeply the musky scent of young male cock. She kissed the boy's navel, then kissed her way down the dark line of hair that ran from his navel to the bushy blond hair of his groin. She buried her nose in the soft pubic hair. Scott's super-thick cock twitched against her hps. The length of the big cock jerked under the fabric of his jeans leg. Carla gripped the top of his pants firmly and peeled them down the rest of the way. Scott's big cock sprang out and whopped her in the jaw. For a moment, Carla actually saw stars.
Scott kicked the jeans off his feet. Hands on hips, he stood proudly in front of Carla, displaying to her his mammoth cock and the whole of his beautiful adolescent body. His wondrous prick stood up nearly vertical, throbbing under the moonlight. His swollen nuts moved restlessly in their sac.
Carla fell at his feet and wrapped her arms around his ankles. She imagined herself a slavegirl bowing down before her master, knowing that he was going to take his pleasure on her naked body. She kissed his feet again, then kissed her way up his smooth, muscular legs. When she reached his crotch, she buried her nose under his nuts. The dark, moist scent of her lover's nuts made her dizzy. Her tongue came out, and she licked the boy's sweaty balls. She was close to coming.
Scott sighed. He reached down and filled his hands with her black hair, running long, ropelike bundles of it through his fingers. "Beautiful hair. Beautiful girl. Pretty, naked little filly. Nice tits. Nice ass. Sweet, sexy little mouth. Cousin Carla." Scott spoke these words as if reciting a poem.
"I love you, Scott," Carla muttered. She couldn't help herself. Never in her life had she felt so warm and secure. She was going to marry Scott. Some way she was going to marry him. And they'd spend their entire lives making love. They wouldn't eat, wouldn't sleep, wouldn't do anything else- Just make love.
She gripped his enormous cock in her two hands and forced her gaping mouth down over the head. The big spongy mushroom almost burned the roof of her mouth. Her tongue fluttered against the underside of Scott's cockhead.
Scott groaned. His prick jumped, nearly lifting Carla off the ground. "Goddamn, Carla," he whispered, "you hit the right spot. Wiggle your tongue right there. That's where it feels best."
Carla cooed, pleased that she was giving her stud what he needed most. Her tongue went crazy, churning hard against the pleasure spot on the underside of Scott's dick. Meanwhile, she did her best to bob her head up and down over the boy's cock. The cock was so big that it was nearly dislocating her jaws. Her jaws ached. Her throat ached. Her mouth was being stretched all out of shape. But Carla loved it. Loved the pain because she knew she was giving her lover pleasure.
Warm cum rolled down Carla's throat. The taste made her lightheaded, as if the boy had an intoxicating nectar bubbling out of his cock. She savored the delicious cum, aware that it came from inside her lover's hot, aching loins. The cum was an expression of his excitement, an expression of his need for her.
He wanted her! She was his nubile young slavegirl. And he wanted her! He needed her! She would lay her naked young body before him like a sacrifice, and he would enjoy her, would take her cherry once and for all. A waterfall of hot cunt-juice streamed down Carla's thighs. Suddenly, she clamped her legs together. She writhed, groaning. Her insides churned. She was coming!
Spasms gripped her loins. Her body shuddered. She held on to Scott's cock, letting her body jerk and flap as she dangled like a ragdoll from Scott's hard prick. As she spasmed, she sucked, sucked instinctively, teasing the jism in Scott's seething balls to uncoil and free itself. She whined, mad with ecstasy.
Scott's body stiffened. His abdominal muscles defined themselves like a set of moving stairs. His big hands clamped around Carla's head. His cock bloated up even fatter. A long stream of hot jism shot down Carla's throat. Then another, and another, and another. Thick, heavy, scalding bursts of it.
Carla choked. The boy was spurting faster than she could swallow. The jism was so hot that she could feel its warmth in her esophagus and on down into her stomach. She sucked even while choking. She wanted more. She'd never get enough of this stuff!
Chapter Nine
Carla was still licking the cum from her lips when Scott forced her down onto her back. She'd thought that he'd never stop shooting, but finally he had-or so it seemed! Carla had just pulled her mouth away from his cock when the big prick flexed, suddenly releasing a stray spurt of cum against her nose and lips. Carla had giggled, delighted by the warm splash of cream against her face.
Carla was about to settle down and relax in the warm night air, leisurely licking the cum from her lips and nose while she savored its sweet, alkaline taste. But Scott had other ideas. He had her down on the blanket in seconds. His hot hands spread her legs wide.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," he muttered. His cock twitched and quivered in the moonlight, gleaming with Carla's spit.
"But you just came," Carla said, staring into his glinting dark eyes. "Don't you need a rest?"
"That was just a warm up," Scott said. "I'd have split you in half if I hadn't come first. Fucking you with a full load would have been dangerous. I'd have got too carried away. Now that I've drained off a little of the top cream, I'm ready to warm up your pussy."
Carla shivered at his words, both out of excitement and fear. She looked at his huge cock. It looked murderous, and Scott was going to ram it up inside her virgin pussy. She half wanted to run, and she half wanted to feel that big cock slice her in two.
Scott's strong thumbs pried her pussylips wide apart. The breeze nipped at her exposed clit.
"Christ, you're juicy!" Scott said, his own words coming out juicy, he was salivating so much. "I've never seen a cunt this juicy. Christ, it's all up and down your legs!" He lowered his belly and touched his slick cockhead to Carla's clit.
Carla wanted to die. For the first time in her life, Carla felt the touch of a cock to her cunt. Her face burned. Tears rolled from the corners of her eyes. Her cunt sizzled. Prick to cunt! Prick to cunt! she kept repeating in her mind. The feel of it was almost unbearable. Her clit twitched, as if it were going to crawl right up the boy's gaping piss-slit.
Scott rubbed his cockhead up and down the wide-open lips of Carla's pussy, lubricating it with her slippery pussyjuice. Then he pushed it into the opening of her cunt and let her elastic-like pussylips snap shut around it.
"Damn right!" Scott said. "I'm gonna fuck that hot pussy of yours until those shining eyes of yours pop right out of your pretty little head. You ain't never had a fuck like the one I'm about to give you." He flexed his cock.
Carla looked down. Ten long inches of steel-hard cock jutted out of Scott's groin and probed at the entrance to her virgin pussy. Half the juicy head lay pulsating between her furry pussylips. A long bloated vein ran up the center of Scott's cock. Other gnarled veins surrounded the shaft. The big cock jerked with a cable-like strength from the throbbing of his pulse alone. Carla couldn't imagine the boy putting all the strength of his muscular body behind that murderous cock. He'd kill her for sure.
"Scott," Carla said, "I-I-I-" She wanted to tell him that she was a virgin.
"You're a hot sexy little female," Scott said. "And if I don't drive my prick into you soon, you ain't gonna get fucked at all, because I'm about ready to blow off right now."
"Oh, Scott!" Carla moaned. It was all she could get out.
"Wrap your legs around my ass," Scott said, "and hold on!"
Carla kicked her legs up and around Scott's ass. She locked her ankles together. She reached up and braced her palms against Scott's muscular back. She gazed into Scott's lust-glazed eyes, trying to relax, trying to open herself up totally for him. She held her breath, ready to receive his cock.
Scott grunted. His nostrils flared. He bared his teeth. He rammed his ten-inch cock up Carla's cunt-all the way!
Carla screamed. The pain was excruciating. But even worse than the pain was the loud snap of her cherry as Scott's cock blasted through it. She heard it snap, felt it tear apart. All went dark.
She opened her eyes. Scott's hard sweaty body lay over her full-length. His hot steaming breath blew against her face. He grunted like a young bull, his eyes glazed over with lust. His merciless cock squished in and out of her cunt. Was all that squishing from pussyjuice or blood?
Carla clawed at Scott's heaving back. Her heels dug into his contracting ass. Her pussy felt numb, but she could sense a fullness in her belly. Scott's prick stuffed her.
"Scott," she mumbled like a dreamer waking up from sleep. "Scott, what happened?" "You fainted," Scott said with a smile. "First time I ever made a girl faint." His eyes lit up with pride.
"I thought you killed me," Carla said. "Your thing is so big. I can hardly believe it's in me."
"It's in you all right," Scott said. "All the way up your hot little hole. But, jeez, you were sure tight when I first shoved it in. You almost made me come. And shit, I heard something pop!"
"That was my hymen," Carla said.
"Your what?"
"You know, my cherry. I was a virgin." Carla prickled with goosebumps at the realization that she was no longer a virgin.
"Goddamn!" Scott said. "Goddamn! Oh, shit, I wish I had known. I never took a girl's cherry before. I wanted so bad to get Jerry's, but Dad got it ahead of me." He grinned. "Goddamn! So I got your cherry. It felt great-popping it!"
"Am I bleeding?" Carla asked.
Scott raised up and pulled his cock nearly all the way out. He looked down. "Not that I can see. My prick looks white." He shifted his body. "There's a couple of drops of blood on the blanket, but that's all. Goddamn! I ain't never gonna wash this blanket!"
Carla giggled, relieved that she wasn't bleeding to death and thrilled that she'd pleased Cousin Scott. She reached up and pulled him back down on top of her. She pulled his beautiful face to her own and mashed their lips together. She kissed him long and deeply, inhaling his breath, tasting his sweet saliva.
"Fuck me, Scott," she moaned. "Fuck me until I scream. Do whatever you have to do to make yourself come. I'm yours."
Scott groaned. "Damn, you're a hot little thing!" He craned his neck and nuzzled her tits. Then, one at a time, he sucked her nipples.
Carla sighed. With each suck of Scott's hot mouth, her cunt contracted. She tingled all over. It felt as if somebody were sucking her toes. Her clit pressed hard against Scott's sliding cockshaft. The feelings were returning to her ravaged cunt. All at once she was aware of the heat of Scott's cock inside her. Then she felt the maddening sensations of his turgid cockmeat rubbing against the raw, supersensitive walls of her cunt. The big cock throbbed inside her, ballooned up deep in her body. She began to hump, moving her lusting young ass in response to the rhythm of Scott's cock-thrusts.
Scott wrapped his arms around her, letting the full weight of his body down on top of her. His muscular chest contracted against her tits. His abdominal muscles writhed against her soft belly. His hot mouth surrounded her lips, sucking them. His warm nostrils pressed against her own. He was covering her, smothering her, eating her, enjoying her totally. If only she could die like this! "Fuck me, Scott. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Carla gibbered out of her head. She forgot where she was. All she was aware of was the feeling of Scott against her, surrounding her, and the feeling of his big hard cock knifing in and out of her. She clamped her arms and legs around him, trying to crush him, trying to absorb him into every cell of her body.
Scott's sweaty asscheeks quivered as he heaved his loins. His bloated nuts banged again and again against Carla's upturned ass. The long muscles of his back writhed like snakes under her clawing fingers. His ten-inch cock made endless plunges up her oiled crotch, and the faster it plunged, the hotter it got. The friction of cuntmeat against cockmeat had both of them hot. The scent of sex filled the-air.
There was absolutely nothing better in the world than what Carla was feeling at this moment. Her cunt was made to be fucked, made to be filled with hot, throbbing, slicing cockmeat. She finally knew the meaning of the word "heaven." Her eyes rolled back in her head with the unbearable sensation of Scott's hot prick filing her clit raw.
Carla whimpered. This was almost painful- bitter-sweet. This was the best kind of pleasure-so intense that it verged on pain. Now she realized why Aunt Brenda had been whimpering while Uncle Fred was fucking her: it was because she was feeling so good that it almost hurt.
Carla squirmed. She clenched her cunt as tightly as she could. "Fuck meeeeee!" she whined. "Fuck meeeeeeeee!"
"Oh, Christ!" Scott gasped. "Oh, Jesus Christ! You're so tight! Oh, God!" His loins bucked furiously. His huge cock fucked harder and harder and harder.
Carla hovered at the brink of orgasm. She held her breath, trying to prolong the delicious feeling. "Cream me, Scott!" she gasped. "Shoot me full! Oh, Scott!"
She couldn't hold on any longer. A wave of intense orgasmic pleasure swept through her cunt. Waves of sex-sensation flooded her body. Every cell of her being pulsated. She envisioned Scott's essence saturating her body and spirit. Her pussy contracted out of control, spasming, sucking and chewing on Scott's cock. Her toenails clawed at Scott's ass.
Scott whimpered like a tortured puppy. A whine of pained pleasure came from deep inside him. His cock seemed to balloon to double in size. His big nuts pulsed. His hot jism spurted from his cock and scalded the depths of Carla's writhing cunt. He pelted her insides as if his cock were a machine gun firing out of control.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh! Eeeeeeeeeh! Carla! Fuck you!" Scott cried. "Jizz your pussy!"
"Shoot it!" Carla gasped. "Fill me up! Ohhhh, Scott!"
"Carla, baaaaaaby! Ohhh, jeeeez! Oooooooh!"
Scott's cock made quick, short, in-and-out fucks as it spurted.
The feelings these intense little fucking motions caused in Carla's spasming cunt made her grunt, "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ohhhhhhhhh!"
Carla tensed before each burst of Scott's scalding jism. It felt like a shot of hot water each time a spurt of jizz splashed against the pit of her pussy. She could feel her spongy pussymeat absorbing his cum. She imagined Scott's jism going to every cell of her body-Scott becoming part of her.
As Carla's orgasm subsided, as the last spurts of Scott's jism leapt into her body, Carla relaxed back on the soft blanket. The half moon gleamed down on her and her beautiful young man. The soothing sound of the running stream suddenly filled her ears against a din of crickets. The scent of pussyjuice and jism blended with the scents of hay and strawberries and river. A shooting star flared across the sky above.
Scott kissed her.
Carla had never been so happy.
Chapter Ten
The sun hadn't even peeked over the horizon when Jenny shook Carla awake. Ten minutes later, dressed in bluejeans and a yellow T-shirt, Carla sat at the breakfast table across from a sleepy-eyed Matty and a grinning Scott. Carla herself couldn't help but grin. It had been quite a night!
Breakfast was steaming oatmeal, topped with strawberries and cream. Carla shovelled it down. The best breakfast she'd ever tasted! She'd worked up an appetite, wrestling with Scott until just a few hours ago. Surprisingly, however, after almost no sleep, and after a physically taxing night, she felt fresher than she'd ever felt after getting out of bed. Must be all the jism Scott had shot down her throat and up her cunt, she thought. The tasty boycream was like some kind of magic elixir. From now on, jism would be as essential to her survival as water, fresh air, and sunshine.
Fred got up from the table. Off to town on an errand, he said. Brenda had all sorts of work around the house and barn to take care of. Scott left the kitchen with his father, discussing some cattle that had to be checked on out on the range. Matty mysteriously disappeared, much to Brenda's annoyance. The boy always disappeared when there were chores to be done.
Jenny turned to Carla. The two of them had been left sitting alone at the table. She stroked her bare foot against Carla's bare foot. She held Carla's hands. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, the two girls kissed. Jenny's mouth tasted like strawberries.
"Ready to go bareback riding?" Jenny asked, her face glowing with enthusiasm.
"Whenever you are," Carla said, stroking Jenny's pretty cheek. Carla loved Jenny almost as much as she loved Scott. Maybe that was because Jenny was Scott's sister.
Jenny pulled Carla up and led her out of the house. Ten minutes later, the two girls were astraddle a young black stallion, their bare feet caressing the stallion's glossy flanks, their long hair trailing out behind them in the breeze. They were trotting down along the river. Carla wondered if they'd passed the spot where Scott had popped her cherry last night.
Carla had never ridden a horse before. If Jenny hadn't been seated in front of her for her to hang on to, Carla knew she'd be frightened. But with warm Cousin Jenny to wrap her arms around, Carla felt nothing but excitement and exhilaration. The bouncing of the horse was making her pussy tingle. Her tits flapped. She pressed her face against Jenny's golden hair. Jenny smelled like a carnation. She nuzzled her way through Jenny's hair and kissed Jenny's tender neck.
Jenny's bare arms flashed with goosebumps. She turned her head. "If you keep doing that, you're gonna get me all horny," Jenny said.
Carla giggled. "I'm horny already," she said. "All this bouncing is making my pussy wet."
"I know what you mean," Jenny said. "I get wet down there every time I get on a horse. You know what really feels good? Riding naked."
Carla's pussy contracted. "Mmmmmm, let's ride naked," she said. She reached up under Jenny's T-shirt and squeezed Jenny's tits.
Jenny shivered.
A few minutes later the two girls were back on their horse. They'd jumped off and stripped in world-record time. Back on, Carla couldn't remember ever feeling so sexy. Here she was, stark naked, her arms wrapped around naked Jenny, her hands cupping Jenny's warm ass, her bare legs and feet rubbing against Jenny's bare legs and feet. The morning breeze wrapped around her. The warm sun licked her like a tongue. Her spread pussy pressed against the soft black coat of the stallion. As the stallion trotted, his undulating back muscles massaged her legs and open pussy. Jenny's hard nipples tickled the palms of Carla's hands as Jenny's big tits bounced. Carla had never felt so naked. She'd never felt so free. Her pussy drooled, making her horse-hair seat slippery.
"I'm gonna slide off," Carla cried.
"I know what you mean," Jenny said. "I'm about to slide off myself. Riding naked always makes me put out a lot of juice." She giggled.
Carla reached down between Jenny's legs and felt the horse's coat under Jenny's cunt.
"Oh, honey," Carla said, "you are hot, aren't you?" Before bringing her hand back, Carla slipped her fingers up and down Jenny's slippery "pussyslit. She pinched Jenny's clit, then shoved a finger up Jenny's cunt. Hot cunt juice showered her hand.
Jenny sighed. "Carla, you're gonna get me so hot that I'll faint, and I'll topple right off this horse. We'll both break our necks."
Carla laughed. She slipped her finger out of Jenny's cunt and sucked the pussyjuice off her hand. "You taste just like me," Carla said, smacking her lips.
"That's because we're cousins,'* Jenny said. She pulled on the reins. "Let's get down and cool off."
Beside the river, they relaxed in the shade of an enormous old cotton wood tree. The black stallion drank.
"He's beautiful," Carla said, watching the handsome horse.
"So are you," Jenny said. "Your hair is just as black and shiny as his."
Carla smiled. The stallion had the most beautiful coat she'd ever seen. She squeezed Jenny's hand while she watched the horse lap up the cool river water. As the stallion drank, his arm-length cock snaked out, nearly hanging to the ground.
"Oh, my God!" Carla said, pointing to the stallion's huge prick.
Jenny laughed. "It's a big one, all right. Even Matty doesn't have one that big between his legs. How would you like to get fucked by one that size?"
Carla shuddered, both with fear and excitement. "No thanks. It would come right out of my mouth."
"But it would really feel good," Jenny said. "Big and hot. And when he came-well, you wouldn't believe it-he shoots quarts of it."
Carla rubbed her pussy. Jenny's talk was getting her hot. "What does the stuff look like?" Carla asked.
"Thick and white and creamy-just like a guy's jism," Jenny said. "How do you know that?" Carla was astounded that Jenny knew.
"Matty and Pete are always jacking off stallions," Jenny said. "They jack off Blackie here all the time. They get all four of their hands going on his big cock, and Blackie shoots off in no time. You oughta hear him whinny when he comes. And when he shoots-God, it's like milk shooting out of a cow's udder. It just keeps coming."
Carla crossed her legs. She envisioned Blackie shooting his jism into her just as Scott had shot his jism into her last night. For a moment she had the crazy urge to present her ass to Blackie, to see if he'd mount her. But only for a moment. That big cock of his suddenly flexed, and Carla realized that the thing was longer than her arms and as big around as her ankle. It would kill her for sure. No doubt about it.
Jenny caressed Carla's tits. Her hot legs were crossed, just as Carla's were, and she squeezed them together rhythmically.
"You're horny, ain't you, Carla? Well, so am I? If I didn't know Blackie would kill us both with his big cock, I'd whisper to him to fuck us. Jesus, what I wouldn't give for a tolerable-sized prick right now!"
"Me too," Carla muttered. A vision of Scott's big sweaty cock gleaming in the moonlight passed through her mind.
At that moment, as if they'd been summoned by ESP, Matty and Peter same sprinting along the riverbank like two naked savages. Their big cocks flopped as they ran. Their long hair fanned out in the wind. They laughed giddily, chasing each other. When they spotted the two girls, their mouths and eyes gaped. They stopped running and looked at each other. Devilish grins came over their faces. As they trotted the rest of the way to the girls, their pricks, which had been hanging, flipped up in the air like stiff pokers.
"Hi, you guys," Matty said to the girls. Then he pulled Peter up next to him as if to show his buddy off. "Cousin Carla, this here is Pete."
Peter blushed.
Carla giggled. "I know. I saw him last night. He's quite a dancer! Hi, Pete."
"Hi, Carla," Peter said. The redness passed from his face, and he grinned.
Had it not been for two features, Matty and Peter could have passed for twins. Their faces, though both devilishly cute, were naturally different. And their cocks, though identical in shape, were drastically different in size. Matty's cock was at least three inches longer than Peter's, and proportionally larger in circumference. But aside from these differences, the two boys shared lean brown bodies, long wild sunbleached hair, shiny brown eyes, and impish grins.
The two boys stood with their hands on then-hips, making their stiff cocks jerk. They puffed up their chests, bellies sucked in.
"What are you guys up to?" Matty asked, looking first at his cock and then at the girls.
Jenny laughed. "We can see what you two are up to," she said, eyeing their cocks.
"Why don't you guys stand up and bend over?" Matty asked, a seductive tone in his voice. "Me and Pete will make you guys feel real good." He licked his pink lips.
Jenny looked at Carla. "Well," she said, "what do you think? Do we wanna bend for these guys?"
Carla pretended to debate the question. "Why not?" she finally said. "Let's see how much they know."
Jenny stood up, pulling Carla up with her. The two girls stood side by side. They leaned forward, bracing their hands on their knees, presenting their upturned asses to the horny boys behind them. Carla remembered Aunt Brenda standing in the same position last night while Uncle Fred fucked her. The thought made her shiver with goosebumps. She wiggled her ass in anticipation. Which boy would she get?
A hot set of thumbs spread Carla's puffed-up pussylips. A glowing cockhead pressed into the exposed flesh of her cunt. A set of hot brown arms wrapped around her. Grubby young hands toyed with her tits. The boy behind her grunted. His prick slipped straight up her cunt. She was stuffed full to bursting. It was Cousin Matty!
"Ohhhhh, yessss!" Carla sighed. In an instant, she was back in heaven, her insides prickling with the friction of cockmeat against cuntmeat, Matty's hot young belly pressed against her ass.
"She's got a tight one," Matty said. "Tighter than Mom's or yours, Jenny. How's Jenny's cunt, Pete?"
"Tight enough," Peter grunted. "She's really making me feel it. Oooooo!"
Carla and Jenny giggled. They looked at each other, grinning. Brown hands kneaded their white tits and pink nipples while hard young cocks fucked in and out of their cunts. Carla wiggled her ass, and Jenny joined her, gyrating her own. Both boys groaned, and Carla and Jenny winked at each other, wiggling their asses some more. "Oh, jeez!" Matty muttered. "What an ass!" "Oh, fuck! Shit!" Peter grunted. The two boys drove their young cocks in and out of the girls. They panted and drooled. Their hard bellies slapped against the girls' asses each time they fucked in. The girls' cunts sucked at their cocks like munching mouths, making squish -squish-squish sounds.
Blackie, the beautiful stallion, stood near the river watching them. He seemed to appreciate the scene. His flanks quivered, and his gigantic prick, still hanging nearly to the ground, flexed occasionally.
Carla watched Blackie's big cock. Every so often, she'd imagine that it was Blackie's cock fucking her cunt instead of Matty's. It wasn't hard to imagine. Matty's prick was so big that Carla felt as if she were stuffed to the limit. She couldn't take anything bigger than Matty's cock up her cunt. That was certain. Matty stretched her even more than Scott had.
The morning sun climbed'higher in the sky. The day was perfectly warm. The sky was blue. Carla could smell the river spray. This was paradise: being wrapped in the blanket of this beautiful day. Being wrapped in her hot young cousin's strong boyish arms. Being fucked giddy by her cousin's enormous cock-the thing had to be close to a foot long!
Carla whined like a she-cat. "Fuck me, Matty! Fuck meeeee! Fuck meeeee! Fuck meeeee!"
"Oh, wowwww!" Matty gasped. "Oh, wowwww!"
Peter muttered to himself.
Jenny cooed.
Matty's cock filed Carla's clit with incredible speed. Carla was amazed at how fast the pubescent youth was humping her. His ass had to be a blur. She wished she could get a look at his cock zapping her cunt. Her eyes rolled. Her toes clenched. The feeling was next to unbearable.
Beside Carla, Jenny puffed and panted. "Oh, Peter!" she sighed. "Fuck meeeeeee! Oh, Peter!
Ooooooooh!"
Blackie milled about, snorting. He looked restless. His huge prick flexed and quivered.
"Carla," Jenny gasped. "I'm gonna come! Come with me if you can. Oh, Lord! I can feel it now! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Jenny snapped her head back, whimpering. Her body shuddered.
"Goddamn!" Peter gasped. "Goddamn! Uh! Oh! Argh! I'm coming! Jesus!" As the young boy cried out his pleasure, his voice cracked. His jism shot up Jenny's cunt.
Carla clamped her cunt as tight as she could. She wiggled her ass like a belly dancer. Her feelings rushed to a peak.
"Oh, mannnnnnnn!" Matty cried. "I^jjjr gonna shoot! Uh! Uh! Ahhhhhhhh!" His monstrous cock flexed, nearly lifting Carla off the ground. His hot jism gushed into Carla's cunt.
Quarts of it! Carla thought, remembering Jenny's words about Blackie. Now Matty was shooting quarts of hot boyjism deep into her body. And he was her own cousin! She loved the thought of that too.
Carla tensed, on the verge of orgasm. She wished she could remain there forever-on the fine edge of ecstasy.
Matty fired his jism-one hot spurt after other. His hot fingers clawed Carla's ass. The citement was overwhelming. Carla gasped. She shook with orgasm.
The feelings spiraled through her cunt like a ball of sparks. The feelings passed in waves throughout her entire young body. Every inch of her teenage flesh was alive. The fuzzy down covering her smooth skin stood on end. She felt as if her skin was prickling with millions of tiny, spasming clits.
"I love it!" Carla gasped. "Oh, Jenny, I feel so good! Cream me, Matty! Shoot me full!"
Matty grunted, letting fly another barrage of hot jism.
Quarts of it, Carla thought. Quarts of it!
At that moment, Blackie reared up on his hind legs. His huge gray cock stood up stiff and straight as a baseball bat against his shiny black belly. It quivered and jerked. Blackie snorted. His jism spurted six feet into the air, landing with heavy splats in the sand just inches from the spasming teenagers.
Carla groaned. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She couldn't believe what she was feeling.
Blackie went down, kicking up sand with his forehooves. He reared up again, humping the air, whinnying. His gigantic prick contracted. White jism spurted-thick, white rockets of it. This time Carla caught it-gobs of it in the face, over the tits, down the belly and legs. The stuff was beautifully hot. She tasted some of it-much more pungent than boyjism, but jism all the same.
Carla lost control of herself completely. As her orgasm began to subside, another orgasm took its place. She was coming twice in a row. She couldn't believe it.
- Jenny and Peter collapsed on the sand.
Matty humped away at Carla, though his cock no longer spurted.
Blackie snorted, still shooting.
Carla spasmed on. Quarts of it, she thought. Quarts of it! She felt good-so very good.
Chapter Eleven
Outside, the wind howled. The rain came down in streams. The warm temperatures of early in the week had dropped. The dusty barnyard had turned to a mess of mud, lakes and rivers.
Carla was glad that it was evening, glad that she was warm and secure in the living room with her aunt and uncle and cousins. The crackling, hissing fire in the fireplace lit the^room, along with two kerosene lanterns. The storm had knocked out the electricity.
Carla stretched her naked body on the rug. She lazily toyed with Matty's nuts while Matty sniffed at her pussy. Nearby, the other members of the Thompson family lay in postures similar to Carla and Matty, likewise playing lazily with each other's cock or cunt.
Scott and his mother Brenda were coupled in the sixty-nine position, and Jenny and her father Fred were likewise coupled. The scents of sweat and jism and pussyjuice floated in the room along with the aroma of the woodfire. The three couples had all just sucked each other off.
"I wish I didn't have to leave tomorrow," Carla said. "This has been the best week of my life. I'm really going to miss all of you." She leaned her head and kissed Matty's half-hard cock.
The entire family expressed their own regret that Carla would be leaving them. Matty kissed Carla's wet pussylips with a big smack.
"Maybe you can come back later in the summer," Aunt Brenda said. "I'll talk to your mother about it and insist that she let you. She always seems to listen to what I say."
Carla wondered why. Aunt Brenda and Carla's mother were about as opposite as any two sisters could be. After what Carla had heard her mother say about Aunt Brenda, and after what Carla had experienced here this week, Carla was beginning to doubt seriously whether her mother knew Aunt Brenda at all. From the way her mother had talked, her mother and Brenda were "two peas in a pod," and Carla realized now that that was anything but the case. If her mother only knew!
"Don't worry. You'll be back," Uncle Fred said.
"Sure you will," said Scott. He rubbed his big cockhead across his mother's cheek and while his mother sighed, he crawled over to Carla and kissed her tits. His hard cock tapped against his belly, sticking straight out as he crouched on his hands and knees over Carla.
The touch of Scott's warm wet hps to her nipples made Carla instantly want him. "Fuck me, Scott. Will you?"
"Are you kidding?" asked Scott. "There's nothing I'd like to do more." He turned her over onto her belly and tugged her ass upward. "Get up on your hands and knees, Carla. I like it best that way. It makes your cunt the tightest."
Fred laughed. "Cowboys always like it that way. It comes from seeing so many stallions mounting up on their mares. But it does make a cunt tighter that way, too. Can't deny that."
While Scott mounted Carla from behind, Fred got up in front, of her on his knees and shoved his big cock into her mouth.
Carla gagged a few times before the fat cockhead lodged itself in her throat, then began sucking the horny prick as her throat adjusted itself to accommodate all ten inches of it. Carla was pleased with herself. In one short week she'd learned how to swallow even Matty's cock down to the base. Her only regret was that she couldn't bite those big cocks off and swallow them, and have them to herself forever.
Scott's huge cock slipped easily in and out of her juicy cunt. She'd learned how to relax her cunt, too. She was beginning to believe seriously that she could take even Blackie's enormous horse-prick at least a foot up her cunt if she wanted to. Maybe by the time she visited the ranch again, she'd be ready to. try it.
Scott grunted. He drooled some warm spit on her ass. It trickled down between her asscheeks. "Christ, you're all woman," Scott muttered. "That big ass of yours drives me crazy."
Carla giggled. She tightened up her cunt.
"Ohhhh, Jesus!" Scott gasped. "What a filly! Oh, man!" He dug his fingers into her waving asscheeks. He fucked hard, muttering to himself through clenched teeth.
Carla cooed, feeling his smooth cock sliding lusciously against the tightened folds of her hot cunt walls. Not only had she learned to relax her cunt, but she'd learned how to tighten it up until a guy's eyes almost popped out of his head with pleasure. Even if Scott stopped humping, she'd be able to suck his cock off just by manipulating it with her cunt.
Carla moved her head up and down, on her uncle's big cock. The shaft arteries fluttered against her upper lip. The fat head pulsated in her throat. The gorgeous man's warm cum oozed out of his cock and slid down her throat. Carla twirled her tongue, licking every sexy gnarl of Fred's hard cock. She ached to taste his hot man-cum, the same cum that had impregnated Aunt Brenda three times and resulted in the birth of the three most beautiful cousins in the world.
Fred humped at Carla's face. His cockhead massaged her tonsils. His big prick throbbed. His fat nuts slapped against Carla's chin.
"Suck me, honey," Fred muttered. "Suck me off, sweet little niece."
Uncle Fred's words made Carla all the more hungry for his cum. She contracted her throat muscles. She churned her tongue. She bobbed her head. Uncle Fred's cock began to buck. His big nuts churned against Carla's chin.
"Oh, Carla, honey," Fred moaned, "I'm coming! Oh, yeahhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!" His cock flexed. Hot spurts of jism ran down Carla's throat. Thick, hot man-cream! Carla sucked hard. She wanted every last drop. Scott grunted. His big cock, without warning, blasted a load of hot boycum up Carla's pussy. The boy let out a series of low-pitched groans as he pumped Carla full of his jism. His hard cock squished in and out of Carla's sucking pussy, lubricated with jism and pussyjuice.
Carla wiggled her ass and swallowed. Her uncle's jism slid down into her belly. Her cousin's jism shot up her cunt. She imagined herself a sucking-fucking sex machine, fed all day long on hot male jism from both ends.
Scott's satisfied dick slipped out of her cunt. Fred's slipped out of her mouth.
"Let me at her," Matty panted. "Jeez, I can't wait!"
Before Carla had a chance to brace herself, Matty's hot cock jerked up her cunt and hit bottom. She felt his fat balls bang back and forth against her inner thighs. The young prick was the wildest of the bunch. When Matty mounted her, she was in for a workout.
"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah," gibbered Matty, zinging his cock in and out in his usual high-speed way. "Fuck, cunt, jizz! Carla, your cunt is so slippery! Oh, yeah!"
Carla had to giggle. "That's because your sexy brother just shot a quart of jism up it. Be careful, now. You wouldn't want to slip out and jam your cock into the floor."
Matty grunted, plunging his cock up Carla's jismed cunt with boyish abandon. "You'll be getting more jism in a minute," Matty announced. "Lots of it."
The boy had shot a heavy load down Carla's throat only five minutes ago. Now he was ready to shoot "lots of it" up her cunt. The boy was like that, though. He could shoot jism all day long, and then shoot more. Carla wondered where it all came from. Matty's father and brother were the same way-they put out jism like cows put out milk.
While Carla rotated her screwed young ass, trying to excite the boy even more-if that was possible-she delighted in the sight of the two female asses rotating in front of her nose. Both Aunt Brenda and Cousin Jenny were on their hands and knees in front of her, wiggling their upturned asses and cunts at her. They wanted her to suck them off.
Carla watched the beautiful female asses. The sight almost made her come. During this week, Carla had come to love female pussy and ass almost as much as she loved hard male cock. She hadn't dreamed, before she came to the ranch, that she'd be sucking Aunt Brenda's pussy again and again, that she'd be licking out Cousin Jenny's cunt and asshole, that she'd be sucking down pussyjuice as if it were cum.
Brenda and Jenny had identical asses and cunts. Blond hair trailed down their backs. Some hung past their shoulders and almost touched the floor. Carla had wrapped herself in that beautiful hair countless times.
"Eat me, Carla," Jenny said, wiggling her sexy ass.
"Suck us off, darling," Aunt Brenda said. Her beautiful asshole throbbed like a pretty mouth, hungry for Carla's kiss.
Carla didn't know which juicy ass to eat out first. She closed her eyes and swayed her head back and forth as if playing spin-the-bottle with her nose. She pressed forward. Her nose nestled in the humid warmth of an asscrack. Her lips pressed against a wet, hairy pussy. The hot scent of female ass and cunt was overwhelming. Carla inhaled deeply and opened her eyes.
Out of the corner of her right eye she saw Jenny's teenage ass wiggling naked in the firelight. Immediately, Carla realized that her face was buried against Aunt Brenda's sexy asscrack. Her nose probed the hungry asshole she'd seen gleaming and throbbing just seconds ago as she'd debated which ass to eat first. The hungry asshole sucked at Carla's nose, making it tingle.
Carla shoved her tongue out and began licking, first Brenda's cunt, then Brenda's asscrack. She made long, wide, wet lapping motions with her tongue, wanting to taste every sexy inch of Brenda's ass and pussy.
Aunt Brenda wiggled her ass so wildly that she almost broke Carla's nose. "Mmmmm, honey, beautiful!" Brenda moaned. "Oh, sooo good! Lick my ass, darling! Suck my pussy!"
Carla mashed her nose hard against Brenda's asshole. The hot hole gaped, and Carla's nose slid between the warm, sucking walls of the pucker. Carla wished that her nose was longer. She'd love to shove her nose right up Aunt Brenda's hot asshole and fuck it. She slid the tip of her tongue between Brenda's pussylips, then wiggled her whole tongue up Brenda's cunt. Brenda squealed, as if a cock had just entered her. Her cunt gushed. Pussyjuice dripped from
Carla's chin.
Carla chewed into Aunt Brenda's spongy cuntlips. She thrust her tongue like a corkscrew against the hot, throbbing walls of Brenda's inner cunt. She felt Brenda's stiff little clit squirming against her lower lip, and she bit into it.
Brenda whined. "Oh, Carla! Oh, honey! You do it so good! Uh, uh, oh, yessss! Eat me, darling!
Make me come!"
Carla let her lips and tongue and teeth loose against her aunt's hot, gushing cunt. She gnawed and licked and sucked, munching at the succulent cunt as if it were a ripe melon. She could feel Aunt Brenda's cunt contract-quick, flickering contractions at first, then slower, more forceful, shuddering contractions. Aunt Brenda was beginning to feel her spasms.
Carla wiggled her own ass, clamping down hard on Matty's whizzing young cock, forcing her squirming clit hard against Matty's smooth, filing cockshaft. She concentrated on the feelings in her own pussy, trying to bring on her own orgasm, wanting to spasm with Aunt Brenda.
"I'm coming!" Aunt Brenda gasped. "Carla, my sweet angel! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Eeeeee!
Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Carla's mouth filled with Aunt Brenda's hot pussyjuice. As Aunt Brenda spasmed, her cunt seemed to wring itself out like a sponge against
Carla's sucking mouth. Carla's lips could sense the pleasure pulsating through Aunt Brenda's cunt, and the realization of Aunt Brenda's intense pleasure was enough to push Carla over the brink.
Carla's cunt exploded with feeling. The sensations shot up her spine, shot down her legs, shot through her tits and lips and toes. Her loins became a whirlwind of pleasure. Carla whimpered into Aunt Brenda's spasming cunt, washing her face in Aunt Brenda's hot cuntjuice.
Halfway through her orgasm, Carla felt as if her cunt were being speared with a hot poker. She realized suddenly that Matty was coming. Matty was shooting hot spears of his white jism into the depths of her body. Matty's big cock was ballooning and contracting, his big nuts, pumping. Carla listened through the waterfall-like whirling of her mind, listened through her own whimpering, listened past Aunt Brenda's whining. At last she could hear, as if in the distance, Matty's hot orgasmic mutterings behind her, his pained cries of boyish pleasure.
As Carla listened, delighting in the sounds of Matty's pleasure-whimpers, delighting in the sound of Brenda's mature female whines, she heard grunts and squeals beyond those of herself, Brenda and Matty. Scott and Uncle Fred were grunting. Cousin Jenny was squealing.
Aunt Brenda's orgasm subsided, and she fell forward on the rug.
Carla collapsed with her, bringing down Matty-with his prick still buried in her cunt-down on top of her. Then Carla was able to see the commotion next to her. Despite all Carla's experiences of this past week, she was surprised at what she saw. Uncle Fred and Cousin Scott were both fucking Cousin Jenny-Scott, Jenny's cunt-Fred, Jenny's asshole!
Chapter Twelve
Bobby paced barefooted back and forth in front of Carla's bed. His bare chest was puffed up. His skinny abdomen was sucked in. His hard cock throbbed down the right leg of his jeans. Carla couldn't see his eyes. They were hidden behind that nose-length brown forelock. But she could see his cheeks. They were scarlet. Carla had never seen him look cuter. She relaxed back on her bed, enjoying the sight.
"Carla," Bobby said, "we haven't seen each other in a whole week, and while you were gone, I was thinking-"
' 'Yes?'' Carla said. Her boyfriend had shown up at the house in the same state as he stood there now-barefooted, barechested, red-faced, and hiding behind his forelock. Carla was charmed. She took him directly up to her bedroom.
"I was thinking that you and me-that you-that I-" He turned away from Carla and faced the wall. His chest heaved.
Carla had never seen him this worked up. He looked ready to have a stroke.
"Damn it, Carla!" he said. "I didn't even do it once while you were gone. And I haven't seen you in one whole week. Understand?"
"You didn't do what?" Carla asked, quietly pulling off her clothes. She spread her legs wide, letting the air kiss her wet pussy.
"Didn't jack off!" Bobby announced, spinning towards her. His forelock uncovered his eyes as he spun. "Oh, jeez!" His jaw dropped.
Carla ran a finger up her pussyslit. "Well," she said, "are you going to stand there all day gawking, or are you going to take off your pants and join me?" She licked her lips.
Muttering incoherently, Bobby struggled to get out of his jeans. He nearly fell flat on his face as he tried to kick them off from around his ankles and to lunge toward the bed at the same time. Before Carla knew what hit her, the boy was on top of her, his prick buried up her cunt to the hilt.
Carla couldn't help but giggle at the boy's horny assault. He was humping like a jackrabbit before his prick even hit bottom. His balls churned against her ass. He bit her jaw. Carla wrapped her bare legs around Bobby's humping ass and dug her fingernails into his writhing back, holding on.
"Oh, Carla!" Bobby gasped. "Oh, Carla, Carla!" His young belly muscles rippled. His whole body spasmed.
Carla squeezed him in her arms and contracted her cunt. She loved him. She loved Bobby. This was the first time she'd admitted to herself that she really loved the boy, and it was the first time she'd thought of him as Bobby, instead of Robert. She undulated the walls of her pussy.
"Cream me, Bobby," she whispered. "Shoot your jism!"
The boy's young body shuddered. "Oh, Carla! Oh, God! Here it comes! Uh! Uh! Ohhhhhh!" His jism came in long hot spurts. The boy groaned.
Carla cooed, petting the boy as he whimpered out his orgasm. She squeezed her cunt rhythmically, milking the jism from his loins. His jism filled her and overflowed, trickling down her asscrack. Carla was happy. She'd given herself to the boy at last. This was her first step in making up to him for the months of torture she'd given him.
Bobby collapsed on top of her. She could swear he was purring. He'd fucked her for all of forty-five seconds before he'd yielded his load to her pussy.
Carla hadn't herself spasmed, but she didn't care. She had only one goal this afternoon-to fuck her young lover until he went crawling home wondering what had hit him.
"I love you, Carla," Bobby whispered. "It felt so good! You wouldn't believe how good it felt."
Carla ran her fingers through the boy's thick hair. "I believe it," she said, remembering how she'd felt that moonlit night with Scott's cock shooting up her spasming virgin cunt. "I'm ready to help you feel like that again whenever you're ready. From now on all I care about is letting you do whatever you want with me. I just want to make you feel good."
Bobby's hard cock flexed inside her. "Oh, jeez! I don't believe it! I'm really fucking! You're really letting me fuck you! Oh, jeez! I love you, Carla." He pressed his hps to hers.
Carla inhaled the boy's sweet breath. She shoved her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues met and licked each other. Carla wiggled her ass, spurring the boy to fuck her again.
The bedroom door swung open. Carla's father stood in the doorway.
For a moment, Carla thought she was dreaming. Her eyes, out of focus from the sensation of Bobby's cock filing against her clit, saw a blurry, ghostly image standing in the doorway. She had to blink a few times before she was certain that the image was real.
She tried to push Bobby up off her, but Bobby, horny and humping once again, seemed to be oblivious to Bill Reynolds' presence, and he resisted her push.
"Dad?" Carla whispered, feeling her flushed face flush ten times more. Had Bobby's cock not been filing at her clit, had she not been slightly dizzy with lust, had her mind been clear, Carla would likely have hit the ceiling at the sudden appearance of her father. As it was, all she could do now was mutter weakly while she tried to figure out what was going on.
"Don't mind, me, honey," her dad said. He was grinning. He closed the door behind him. This had to be a dream. The intruder was taking off his clothes. His cock was big and stiff. No way this could be real.
Bobby bit her neck. His teeth were too sharp to be unreal. She was hallucinating the vision of her father. Bobby was real. Her father was pure fantasy.
"Mind if I join the fun?" her dad said.
Carla reached out and grabbed her dad's cock. She jerked her hand back. The imaginary cock was hot, stiff, smooth. It throbbed when she touched it. Carla couldn't believe it.
Her dad drew her hand back to his big cock. He smiled. "Carla, honey," he said.
"Daddy?" Carla said, still unsure of herself. Then she pulled her Dad towards her.
Bobby humped away, as if completely unaware of what was happening between Carla and her father.
A half-hour later, Carla had the strange feeling that she and her father had been lovers for years. She was already so accustomed to the taste of his cock that she could hardly imagine that only half an hour ago she'd never even seen her father's prick. She had the same feelings about Bobby-it was as if she and Bobby had been fucking since the beginning of time.
Bobby walked around the room, stretching. His big cock, glossy with pussyjuice, still pointed at the ceiling, twitching. Nobody would have guessed that he'd blown his load three times in slightly more than a half hour.
Bill Reynolds sat on the edge of the bed, caressing Carla's smooth legs with his trembling hands. He'd just shot a load of cum down his daughter's throat, but his cock still stood up like Bobby's. He was still as shaky and excited as a teenager waiting for his first fuck.
Carla relaxed, lying flat on the bed, keeping her legs spread so both Bobby and her father could admire her cunt. She felt Bobby's jism oozing out of her cunt and running down over her bottom. She felt sexy. She caught some of the jism with her fingers and ate it. She dipped her fingers in the jism again, then again. The boycum was sweet as honey. She thought of Scott and Matty. They had cum just as sweet. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine their faces.
"Carla?" her father said. "I sure wouldn't mind seeing what you feel like inside. Mind if I put it in you?" He fingered her cunt. "Mind if I fuck you?" He was shaking.
Carla opened her eyes. Her father was trying to smile, but he looked embarrassed. She imagined his cock inside her body. She remembered the way Jenny loved getting fucked by Uncle Fred. She grinned impishly, stretching from sex-tension.
"Oh, Daddy," she said. "Put your big cock in me. Put it up my cunt. I want you to fuck me." She cooed softly.
Bill groaned. He moved to pounce on her. Carla sat up, pushing him away. "I wanna be on top," she said. "You lie down and I'll ride you." She slid off the bed, letting her father take her place on the bed.
Bill stretched out. He bent his stiff prick up to vertical. Cum oozed out the piss-slit and rolled down the purple cockhead and ivory shaft.
"Sit on it, honey," he said, panting. "Sit on Daddy's cock."
Carla grinned. She straddled her father. Reaching down, she spread her slippery cunt lips, letting them close around her father's burning cockhead. Then she waited. She wanted to see her father squirm. She wiggled her ass just enough to feel his cock start to jump.
Bill humped, trying to shove his cock up into his daughter. Carla raised up with his cock, keeping it from penetrating her.
"Fuck down on it, honey," Bill said. "Let it slide into you."
Carla giggled. "You mean like this, Daddy?" She wiggled her cunt down on her father's cock until her ass churned against his balls. She moaned as the big cock stuffed her.
Bill's eyes rolled. "Oh, Christ! Carla! Oh, Jesus!" His loins humped up at his daughter as if they were detached from his body and motorized.
Carla clamped her cunt tight. She watched her father's eyes turn upward until only the whites showed. She felt his cock jerking and throbbing. She loosened up her cunt and lay forward onto him.
Bobby stood at the side of the bed, jacking off his cock while he watched father and daughter fuck. His hot teenage nuts flapped below his pumping fist.
Carla grabbed his cock.
"Stop that," she said. "Get up behind me and fuck me."
Bobby frowned. "Huh? You're already getting fucked."
Carla grinned. "I've got another hole back there, you know. All you've gotta do is get up behind me and shove your wild cock up it."
Muttering to himself, Bobby mounted Carla's ass. Her asscrack was still slippery with his jism. He rubbed his hot cock up and down the asscrack a few times, then forced the head against the horny asshole. As Bobby shoved, Carla's asshole opened like a hungry mouth. Bobby's hot hard cock slipped up Carla's ass to the hilt. His hot nuts nestled with Bill's.
"Beautiful!" Carla moaned. She closed her eyes, ecstatic with the sensation of two cocks inside her at once. Her loins felt totally stuffed. Her sensitive cunt was stretched so much that she was already on the brink of orgasm. Now she knew why Jenny loved getting assfucked and cuntfucked at the same time. Carla imagined Jenny's cute, sexy bottom getting worked over by Uncle Fred and Scott at the same time, and the thought added to her excitement. Here Carla was getting the same thing from her boyfriend and from her own father.
Bill and Bobby grunted, humping at Carla's hot cunt and asshole. Carla lay pressed between them, their naked male flesh surrounding her, their raw throbbing cocks massaging her insides. Carla wondered if the two males could feel their big cocks rubbing against each other inside of her, like two big snakes, each in its own cozy den, but separated by the thin partition of sexflesh between Carla's cunt and asshole.
Bobby, much freer to hump than Bill, slipped his cock easily in and out of Carla's asshole. Carla loved the sensation. Getting assfucked felt different from getting cuntfucked, but it was just as exciting-if not more so. Carla tightened up her ass, making the sensations more intense.
Bobby groaned, biting into her shoulder through her black hair. "Oh, oh, oh, Carla," he gasped. "You're so hot, so sexy. I'm gonna shoot right up your ass."
"And I'm gonna shoot right up your cunt, honey," Bill moaned. "Oh, Jesus Christ, I can't believe how good this feels! Fuck her, Bobby! Make us all come together."
Bill squirmed underneath his daughter.
Bobby squirmed on top of her, shoving his cock up her asshole as only an agile teenager can do. Carla squirmed between her two lovers-her boyfriend and her father. Her body prickled from head to toe. Her stuffed loins swirled with pleasure.
Bill pressed his mouth to Carla's. His eyes rolled back. "Carla! Honey! Darling! I'm coming! I'm coming! Arghhhhh!" His hot jism shot into the depths of his daughter's cunt.
Carla saw stars. Her father's jism gushed against the trembling walls of her raw cunt. Her cunt throbbed. Her clit squirmed as if trying to escape from between her cuntlips. The luscious sensations of orgasm spiraled through her loins.
"Ohhhhh, Daddy, yessss! Mmmmmm! Ohhhhhh!" Carla clenched her pussy and asshole as tight as she could. She clawed her father's shoulders.
Bobby crushed down on top of Carla with all his weight. His teenage loins quivered. His big cock flexed. Wads of hot boycum burst against the walls of Carla's asshole. Bobby howled, jerking like a billy goat.
Carla whined and cooed. Hot jism machine-gunned her insides. Orgasm gnawed through her pussy and asshole, and spread in waves throughout her body. She closed her eyes, letting it all happen.
