Granny McCoy looked about as much like a granny as I look like one of them men from Mars I've seen in the comic books.
She'd taught all us kids in our family to swim at the deep hole in Coon River where it flows through our family's property, some of the finest farm land in Coon Hollow or anywhere else, I guess.
So there was nothing unusual about Granny being down at the swimming hole with Abner and me; we'd been going skinny dipping with Granny ever since either one of us could remember. What was unusual that day was I woke up after a nice nap in the shade beside the swimming hole to discover Abner fucking Granny right there on the grass beside me.
Of course I didn't tumble instantly to what was going on; I was only fourteen and had never actually seen two humans fucking before, although I was so overgrown all the kids in our Coon Hollow school called me Tarzan and I looked older. Fact is, I thought at first they were just wrestling again the way Granny had wrestled with us boys for years.
But then I seen Granny actually wasn't trying to do a thing to throw Abner off the top of her; she was only wriggling her ass and kind of groaning, low like, as she lay there on the grass beside me with her knees up and spread wide apart with Abner between them over her. As I raised my head up and blinked the sleep out of them more so my vision sharpened, I was startled suddenly to see Abner's stiff cock appear, then disappear again as he hammered it in and out of Granny's cunt. That part of his cock I kept getting glimpses of as it appeared and instantly disappeared again was coated with foamy white stuff that glistened wetly in the late afternoon light and reminded me of calf slobbers.
Granny's cunt was no mystery to either one of us because, like I've said, she'd skinny dipped there in that secluded hole at the bend in Coon River since we'd been big enough to learn to swim and when we'd had growing boys' questions about differences between boys and girls, Granny'd always shown us the answer to whatever we'd been wondering about. Lots of times while the three of us had been laying there on the grass beside the swimming hole drying off in the warm summer air, Granny'd lay on her belly between Abner and me so her big, ripe, full, lusciously heavy tits hung down and she'd have Abner stick his head in under one of her arms and me stick mine in under the other and each of us would lay there sucking one of her tits while she talked, answering some question one or the other of us had asked. After we'd sucked her tits a while and she'd wriggled her ass and rubbed her belly against the grass under her it usually seemed to get hard for her to talk for a while. She'd kind of gasp and pant and moan like she was having some sort of spell and she'd break off talking altogether for a couple of minutes, sometimes, and just lay there wriggling her ass with her eyes clenched shut tight and her face looking kind of drawn, like she was sort of in pain or something. Then she'd start talking again all of a sudden, answering some question or telling us a story, and she'd talk a while and then have another of them spells, like, when she didn't seem able to talk or do anything except wriggle her ass and groan.
The very first time she'd ever done that with Abner and me, I guess neither of us was more'n four or five, just learning to swim, and when we seen that very first spell take Granny we both got scared and stopped sucking her tits. She'd almost yelled at us, her voice sounding strange, kind of tight and short of breath, and told us if we wanted to be good boys and help her we should keep sucking with all our might. So after that whenever one of Granny's spells took her, Abner and me just sucked on her tits harder because we knew our doing that was helping Granny somehow. Exactly how neither or us was too clear on, but it didn't matter because Granny'd said it was so.
I was about eight, I remember, when I began feeling a strangely exciting sort of tingling go through all of me every time Granny had one of her spells while Abner and me was sucking her luscious, big tits. And my little cock would get as rigid as a nail, just like it did when I had to piss real bad. Only instead of aching for me to turn loose of my water and relieve the pressure, when it got hard while Abner and me was sucking Granny's tits, it felt real good like nothing I'd ever felt any other time.
When we was about twelve, Granny began noticing how hard our young cocks were after we'd finish sucking her tits for her there by the swimming hole. She started sort of petting our spike-hard cocks, sort of crooning over them, while she said things about how they'd very soon be plenty big enough to do a man's work. Then she'd gotten to taking them into her mouth and sucking those young cocks of ours like we'd been sucking her tits' nipples, telling us turnabout was just fair play. Lord but her sweet mouth felt good sucking my young cock! One day Abner asked me if I thought it was possible that our sucking Granny's tits could possibly feel as good to her as her sucking his cock felt to him, so I realized that great feeling wasn't just something only I was getting from the things Granny did to me with that great mouth of hers.
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Between the time I was twelve and when I turned fourteen, I shot up from the size of most other twelve year olds to about six feet three inches and got the nickname of Tarzan. But my cock didn't grow along with the rest of me; it wasn't much if any bigger when I was six feet three than it had been when I was twelve before the rest of me started growing so fast. Abner's cock looked twice as big as mine and I got to thinking I'd been deformed. I got so self-conscious about my runt-sized cock I stopped going skinny dipping whenever any of the other Coon Hollow boys were going to be around and I'd have died before I let one of the girls see my deformity.
So I didn't have any of the adventures Abner began having before he'd even quite turned fourteen when he got his first fuck from one of the neighbor girls, Sara Hatfield. Every time he bragged about it, I hated his guts, yet hearing him tell about it created a strange excitement in me so that I couldn't wait for him to tell his story again. I worried myself to sleep a lot of nights, wondering if I'd ever find a girl anywhere with a cunt so tiny my undersized cock would fill it and feel good to her.
If it hadn't been for Granny's sweet mouth and me knowing how good and tight she could make it feel to my runty cock, I might've just shot myself. Before I turned fourteen I began shooting hot stuff into Granny's mouth whenever she'd suck my cock and that really felt greater than anything else I'd ever experienced. I fell in love with her, even if she was my own granny, and decided when I was a little older I'd get up enough nerve to ask her to run away with me somewhere to a place where no one'd know she was my granny, so there'd be no fuss about her and me getting married.
So when I woke up there and realized Abner was fucking Granny like I'd had dreams about doing, I felt more terrible than I'd ever felt in my whole life. I hated him and I hated her for letting him fuck her ahead of me. I wanted to bawl and I wanted to kill Abner. Only I was too big to bawl about anything anymore, so the only thing I could do was kill Abner to relieve the pressure I felt.
I grabbed Abner by the hair of his head and one leg and jerked him up. His rigid cock came out of Granny's cunt with a sucking sound like a cow's foot coming out of the wetly clinging grip of bog ground. His cock was geysering come-juice, like I'd seen it do when Abner and me jacked off together sometimes, trying to outdo each other with how far we could make our cocks shoot those hot juices.
I raised Abner up over my head, set to try to break his damned back by slamming him against the thick trunk of the big old tree casting the nice shade we'd been laying in. But before I could slam him into the tree trunk, something wetly hot and delicious closed abruptly around the head of my mini cock and turned me so weak I almost dropped Abner.
I glanced down kind of helplessly, having to struggle just to keep Abner hoisted there over my head, and found Granny nursing away on my cock like it was stick-candy. When she seen me looking down at her, she took her mouth away from my cock to say quietly, "Put Abner down, Lukey. What got into you?"
Sounding like a sniveling little kid on the brink of tears, I blurted out, "It's no fair, him fucking you. He's fucked the Hatfield girls and no telling how many others, but you may be the only woman in the world who'll ever bother with my runty little-"
Granny cut in on me right there, declaring, "Don't talk crazy, Lukey! Gals'll pull hair and claw each other fighting over you once you just learn to use your male equipment. And I got more'n enough for a dozen men, or more, so Abner ain't stole a thing away from you or done nothing to give you cause to go mad-dog foamy-mouthed. Put him down and we'll talk about this, like we've always talked 'bout everything."
I yelled, "Even you like a big-cocked man best, so you fucked Abner when you've never ever made no move to fuck me!"
"I never made no move to fuck Abner, neither," Granny chuckled, straightening before me but still gripping my tingling cock affectionately in one hand. "He come at me like he probably come at that Hatfield gal. I let him go at it so I could study on what he was doing wrong and begin giving him; some learnin' on what a woman really likes a man to do, instead of just using her belly for his punchin' bag. And when you was ready, I figgered to learn you too. Only I wanted you to make the first move in that direction, not me. I don't figger it's fittin' for an older woman to like rape a boy, no more'n it's fittin' for an older boy or man to rape a little gal. Sex is supposed to pleasure both parties, not just one. So both parties got to be ready and wanting it."
"Lordy, but I'm ready and been ready!" I gasped, the good feeling of Granny's loving hand on my cock having built a breathless pressure inside me from my throat down to my lower belly.
"Then put Abner down so I can learn you both your first lesson," Granny directed.
I set Abner back down on his feet. His cock had finished spurting come-juice but still looked almost as hard as if that had never happened, still looked about twice as big around or thick and twice as long as mine. I knew how Abner envied my height and weight, but I felt I'd gladly trade for being only half his height and weight if only in exchange I could own a cock the size of his. To me it looked like a real beauty; I couldn't blame Granny or Sara Hatfield for the way they'd gone for it.
Just then Granny broke in on my envious thoughts, announcing, "A man with a small cock who knows what he's up to can pleasure a lot more woman than most men with big cocks ever do, and that's gospel, Lukey! You listen to your granny. After your gran'pa got kilt flyin' over Germany in the big war and I left the hills and went outside to learn to help build more airplanes to take the place of that Fortress my man went down in, I learnt how few men there is who know one damned thing 'bout fucking the way a woman wants to get fucked. I read about how some heathen folk let the grannies have the pleasure of learnin' each boy to fuck proper once he gets a proper age, 'stead of just turning them out to blunder and stumble into sex as best they can, like we've always done in this country. Said the grannies felt better, stayed younger, because the learnin' they gave the boys helped keep their juices hot and flowing right so their whole body stayed younger. And when the boys was passed on to the girls, they'd had like on-the-job training and knew exactly how to please them gals best, 'stead of muddling along pleasuring mostly only themselves, like most men in this country do."
"You didn't like the way I was shovin' the hard meat to you, is that what you're saying?" Abner demanded accusingly as Granny paused for breath.
She chuckled, put a hand up to muss his hair affectionately, and murmured, "You wasn't causing me no pain, exactly, boy, but if you're willing to be learnt I can learn you to make it feel one hell of a lot better to any woman you hang that anchor of yours into."
She released her loving grip on my cock, raised both hands and cupped her luscious big tits in them, thrusting the rigid nipples Abner and I'd sucked hard so many times forward toward us as she murmured, "Most women like having a man always start with these, like having him give them a lovin' suckin' until she's had a chance to get hot enough she feels ready to rape him. That's why I been teaching both you boys how to suck tits since you was four-five years old. A man who knows how to suck tits can do more for a woman, even if his cock's no bigger'n his little finger, than a man with a cock the size of a baby's arm who thinks his big cock's all he needs. That kind usually don't take time for sucking tits or nothing else before he tries to sink his anchor, even though the woman's cunt isn't even slicked up and ready to take his cock yet."
She glanced at Abner. "Did you suck Sara Hatfield's titties any before you fucked her, or while you was fuckin' her?" She shook her head. "I reckon not."
CHAPTER TWO
Cousin Abner looked so shamefaced I almost laughed; his big, stiff cock began to wilt as if it felt ashamed too. I could have kissed Granny! Her put down of Abner wiped out the betrayal I'd felt when I woke up and found him fucking her. Eagerly I declared, "Abner's had his chance! Now it's my turn to get learnt something."
Granny gestured to the grass, smiling quietly like that wasn't the worst idea she'd ever heard, and said, "Stop standing there jawin' and lay down, if you wanna get learnt something. And Abner, you pay attention."
I protested instantly, "He ain't gonna get to watch me try to do somethin' I don't know nothing about!"
"You watched him doing something he don't know nothing about, regardless of him having tried a time or two more than you have," Granny murmured. "That bull-humping way Abner was fucking didn't get me even close to coming. You do like I tell you and you can show him how to make a woman come so hard and so long she'll go out of her mind for you."
I was flat on my back on the grass so fast Granny said later it was like I'd been mule-kicked. I'd never before had the faintest hope of ever being able to show old Abner up in the cock department. Wrestling, boxing, Injun wrestling, ball playing, or about any other way I could best him, but I'd still felt he was a better man than me, regardless, because of the size of his cock. Now what Granny said gave me hope of out-scoring Abner in the one department that matters to a man more than any other. You bet I was eager, for more than one important reason.
Chuckling, Granny let her knees hinge, and her ass sank toward the grass. She seated herself beside me, then leaned over so her lusciously heavy tits hung right in my face as she reached a hand to my head and began running her fingers through my hair. She murmured, "Now, remember what I just-"
She broke off with a pleased little gasp. I'd gathered those big tits of her between both hands and sucked both rigidly excited nipples into my mouth together and started tonguing them greedily. Her fingers clutched my hair and she exclaimed, "Who-o-o-o-o-o-o-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-! Sweet boy, do you ever remember! You just keep on paying close attention to all Granny tells you, like that, and I'll make you a lover man even city women'll fight each other to get close enough to just touch you. Most men never learn just to listen to a woman. But you, you listen!"
I guess you know I was already feeling ten feet tall and had a cock just as oversized. I gobbled away at Granny's sweet tits like there was no tomorrow. Real quick she began making those little moaning sounds like she'd made whenever Abner and I sucked her tits together ever since we'd been knee-high, just big enough to be learnt to swim. Since then we'd both become damned good swimmers because Granny'd got us out of chores to take us swimming just about every day. Now we were finally getting down to the lessons she'd really wanted to teach us all those years.
Granny sat there bent over me, softly moaning and sort of wriggling her ass on the grass, for several moments while I kept on gobbling her tits. Then before I knew what was happening she was astraddle me.
I kept right on gobbling away at Granny's luscious tits, kind of holding my breath to see what was going to happen next. Supporting the weight of her upper body on just one hand, she reached the other hand down between our bellies and gripped my rigid cock lovingly. She guided the head of it into the hot, slippery outer lips of her cunt. It could have been her asshole for all I knew at that time. All that mattered was that wherever she put the head of my cock, it closed around the head of my cock like a hot, deliciously soft, moist, loving glove that was beyond anything I'd ever even dreamed of. Lord, talk about sensation! I'd never felt anything to compare with those feelings. I'd jacked off behind the barn just before Granny'd called for Abner and me to come go swimming, otherwise I know I'd have shot my wad before Granny ever had a chance to start operating.
As it was, I just lay there on the grass under her, sopping up a flood of the greatest sensations a mortal can ever experience, like sunbaked ground sopping up rain when the drought is ended. I felt Granny give a little push against me with her ass and my cock went plunging into the sweet, feverish mystery of her inner depths. Suddenly my short cock felt like it was a mile long and it was reaching into that fiery tunnel of Granny's to its very tiptop peak. She ground her belly against mine when my cock had been swallowed up by her cunt to its very roots, then she paused and let a little sigh run out of her. She acted like my cock was feeling so delicious to her she could hardly stand it. Talk about feeling ten feet tall! And was I ever glad she'd insisted on Abner staying around to watch.
Boy, did I give Granny's sweet tits a sucking and tonguing. I didn't know from nothing yet about fucking, but like she'd said, she'd spent years teaching Abner and me how to gobble tits. I put all that training into it now, determined to make this fuck the very best for Granny I possibly could.
CHAPTER THREE
Granny wriggled her ass on my cock like a kid rolling candy in his mouth to savor its deliciousness, then murmured, "You sure learnt good all I teached you 'bout sucking titty, Lukey boy. If all other grannies'd learn their boy-child grandyounguns like I learnt you, they'd keep on enjoyin' life and lookin' like whole-bodied women years longer than most do."
"How you figger, Granny?" Abner spoke up. He'd seated himself on the grass beyond my feet where he had a grandstand view of Granny's bobbing ass and my cock as she stroked it in and out of her hungry cunt. But right then Granny wasn't giving old Abner much action to watch, so he'd obviously heard what she'd said.
Like I'd asked the question, instead of Abner, Granny looked down at me lovingly, wriggled her ass on my cock again, then told me, " 'Cause a woman's tits need to be sucked hard and licked good several times most every day to keep fresh blood boilin' through 'em like it ought. That keeps tits full and firm and young, 'cause they're bein' used frequent and regular like they was intended to be. Look at most grannies and you'll see what happens to tits when a woman don't keep them exercised proper; they lose all their body, thin out like flour-and-water flapjacks that hang down to her belly button or can be throwed over her shoulders like two used-up, empty old rawhide sad-sacks. And that's exactly what my tits would look like right now, 'stead of being nice and ripe and young and full, if you two sweet boys hadn't give them regular use and long-time attention. You not only keeped my tits young and full of life, you kept the blood boilin' through all the rest of me so that sometimes I thought I'd just never be able to wait 'til you'd growed up enough more to learn fucking. I sometimes used to think this here day'd never come!"
Granny's head tipped back on her shoulders and she closed her eyes tight shut and wriggled her ass on my cock while I kept gobbling away at her tits. Seeing how much pleasure I seemed to be giving her gave me a sudden feeling, a strange new power. Abruptly I took my mouth away from her tits long enough to ask, "You really like the way I suck tit, do-"
Granny's protesting cry cut me off, sounding strangely tight-voiced and desperate as she pleaded, "Don't stop, Lukey! Don't stop!" Her eyes had popped open and she was staring down at me searchingly, anxiously.
I felt a devilish impulse and innocently asked, "You want I should keep up just what I been doin' and nothin' more?"
"Leave everything else for me to do, Lukey baby!" Granny gasped breathlessly. "You just keep suckin' titty and leave all the rest-"
She broke off sharply with a long, moaning, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" as I popped both her tits back into my mouth and applied all the suction I could create while I sent my hot tongue licking in and out and around between Granny's taut nipples with lightning-fast swirling motions. Granny began wriggling her cunt on my cock like a sunfish trying to wriggle off a hook, grinding her belly against mine like her hungry cunt couldn't get enough of my cock.
I sucked on Granny's tits harder than ever. A long, anguished, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" exploded out of her and her ass began bobbing up and down over me, hammering my cock in and out of her blazing cunt.
There was kind of a roaring sound in my ears, like when you've been running and your heart's pounding, and through that came Abner's excited yell, sounding distinct but far away, urging, "Fuck back, Lukey! Fuck back! Help Granny plant that juicy old swinging meat of yours deeper! Get your dead ass off the ground and help shove it to her!"
I shoved my ass upward, bridging my back up off the ground, trying desperately to do like Abner said, to shove my tingling cock even deeper into Granny's sizzling cunt than she'd been able to send it. I'd never had such gosh-darned good feelings in all my life before as Granny's cunt was filling my cock with. They were overflowing from my supercharged cock and flooding through all the rest of my body. I'd never experienced anything like it. All of a sudden I had the whole answer to a question that before that very moment had mystified me: why older boys I knew there in the hollow lost all their interest in jacking off once they'd had their first good fuck. Time and again I'd seen that happen and it had puzzled me, because to me a good jacking-off had seemed pretty great. Now all of a sudden the very thought of it seemed like a total waste.
I gave another upward shove of my ass off the ground, driving my cock a little deeper, I think, as Granny slammed her belly back down against mine. Anyhow, something happened. A wailing scream came tearing its way out of her. She pulled her ass away, then slammed it back at me, plunging my cock back to its hilt in her fiery cunt. She acted like she was trying to turn her cunt into a yo-yo and my cock into the cord it wriggled and spun on and ran up and down. I felt a sudden kind of electric excitement filling her burning cunt, felt muscles in it working on my cock frantically like your hand works on a cow's tit when you milk her. I'd never been told how a woman did when she came, but somehow I knew Granny was coming and I was the he-man on the end of the cock that was in her sweet cunt and had made her come. I felt twelve feet tall! I hoped old Abner had his damned nose right up close to the crack of Granny's ass where he could see every move; tell me how to fuck, would he, when I was the one who'd made Granny come like an exploding teakettle and he'd never got the job done. If I hadn't been so damned busy gobbling Granny's sweet tits, I'd have laughed right in cousin Abner's face.
Then again, I probably wouldn't have because I forgot all about Abner. I was too busy watching and listening to and marveling at my luscious grandmother as she struggled over me. I swear, Granny acted like she was blowing her mind, the way she was carrying on, screaming and hammering my cock into her ravenous cunt. She was carrying on more and even louder than some of the women folk do at the Holy Roller camp meetings.
I just hung onto Granny's big tits and sucked like crazy while she fucked me furiously, like her very life depended on how fast she could hammer my cock in and out of her cunt. Granny kept screaming and her cunt kept milking away at the hardness of my cock. But I'd gotten so busy watching her instead of being centered on my own building cargo of sensations, that the pressure I'd been feeling earlier had eased. That's not to say it didn't still feel great. Granny's sweet cunt felt hotly moist, gripping the entire length of my stiff cock like a wetly clinging velvet glove as it kept milking away on my hardness. All I mean is I found I wasn't feeling like I was so near to an explosion that might blow off the whole head of my cock as I had felt before I got caught up in how Granny was carrying on. And that discovery didn't make me feel bad, whatever; the longer I could keep this up while holding off that explosion, the longer I got to enjoy myself. Jacking off had taught me that much; once my cock exploded, I knew it was all over for at least fifteen minutes. Since that very first fuck with Granny I've found out a man's skill at holding off or delaying that explosion of his cock is one of the most important skills every real lover has mastered. The fast-come, buck rabbit boys are the ones whose unsatisfied wives are most inclined to try to get even for their old man's poor performance by sneaking behind his back with some other man. You really can't blame the women; they're only hoping to find some man who knows how to finish what their own old man is always getting started in them but never stays long enough to finish.
Call it dumb luck, but I managed to hold my fire, managed to cool it enough not to shoot my wad by making myself think about other things awhile whenever the pressure of good feelings in my cock got to building too high. My cock was still loaded when Granny finally quit screaming and riding me like she was trying to pound my ass into the ground. She was panting like she'd had a hard run when her movements finally slowed. Her cunt-muscles weren't milking away at my stiffness any longer; she'd stopped coming. But she kept stroking my cock in and out through the rippling, encircling muscles of her tunnel of love. She moved so slowly the thought hit me she was trying to tantalize me. Then I got a glimpse of her face. Her head was tipped back on her shoulders, her eyes were clenched shut, and her face was twisted in a grimace that looked like she was in awful pain.
Surprise shot through me. The boys who Abner and me hung around with in the hollow did about as much talking about fucking as any other bunch of boys their age, but none of them had ever said but very little about how girls come, like whether girls have the same limits on their power to come all boys and men do. So I'd just took it for granted when a woman got her gun off once, she had to take a while to reload, like a boy or man.
Looking up at Granny's face, however, as she slowly but steadily stroked my rigid cock in and out of her luscious cunt, I suddenly realized she was rapidly building to another terrific explosion. Little moans were beginning to come from her as she stroked my old short-horned cock in and out of her sweet cunt several more times and I kept gobbling her tits as I watched her with growing amazement; damned if I wasn't even better than I'd thought! I felt fifteen feet tall, and very important.
Now Granny was easing my cock in and out like it filled her cunt so full she felt a real need to be cautious. You think that didn't make me feel great? The low moan coming out of her had become almost continuous, rising and dropping but never breaking off entirely.
Lordy, you know what she did then? She paused, her sweet ass completely still over me momentarily, and tensed a muscle somewhere that made something that felt like a hot little hand hidden in the depths of her cunt give the tingling head of my cock an affectionate tweak. I gasped with the pleasure of the sensations that gave me and a low, soft chuckle came from Granny over me. I tried tensing muscles in my lower belly and felt the head of my cock give a sudden jerk as it lay buried deep inside her; Granny gave out with a gasp of pleasure.
Granny and I exchanged several of those caressing little inner throbs and squeezes. I kept right on sucking and licking away like crazy at Granny's delicious tits. She began acting like she couldn't stand holding still any longer. She began wriggling her cunt on my cock, grinding her belly against mine, all the while moaning and gasping in obvious pleasure.
I could feel a charge of growing tension tingling within her cunt. My probing cock could detect the beginning of a change in the texture of the tissues lining her cunt.
Granny's ass began moving over me again, up and down, stroking my cock in and out of her steaming cunt. My cock could feel fresh flows of that hot sweat of passion which lubricates a cunt in direct proportion, I've found out since, to the pleasure that cunt's owner is experiencing. I had heard how older women's cunts supposedly often get dry and unsensitive, but there was nothing dry or unsensitive about Granny's sweet cunt. She made a trip to Joplin every few months, ever since she'd come back to the hills from working outside, to get what she joked about as her sex pills with stuff in them she called hormones that she said helped keep her young. I figured maybe them hormone sex pills of Granny's had been what kept her cunt so juicy, instead of it drying out like most older women's are supposed to.
Abruptly Granny switched from those slow, gentle movements to a frenzied hammering, riding me wild and hard like she'd done before. She made our bare bellies come slapping together like clapping hands at a ball game. What a ball game! And that moan coming from her was growing steadily louder.
As abruptly as she'd started them, she stopped the wild, furious fucking movements, switching to long, slow strokes again mixed with a rotating movement of her hips, like when she was wriggling her cunt on my cock. She began mixing short strokes with the long ones, strokes so short the head of my cock moved not more than an inch in that feverish cavern of mystery where it was buried deep inside her.
I became aware of something else new to me as Granny was giving me some of those short, slow strokes; I felt the head of my cock rubbing against something deep within her that felt almost like a pair of lips of some kind there deep inside her. Each time the head of my cock rubbed slowly across whatever it was, Granny's moan would rise, growing louder. The look on her face was like she was suffering pain, but I was catching on that in sex that kind of look on a woman's face meant she was enjoying a feeling of pleasure so exquisite it was almost painful. But not quite. I had a hunch Granny wasn't far away from coming a second time. I wondered if her second come possibly could turn her on as wild as her first had? I hoped so, but I really doubted it.
Just then I heard Abner whining, "Why'n hell you keep on keeping on fuckin' him, Granny? You already both come, so let me have another turn, now you've hottened up finally, so I can show little Lukey how to really make it good for you."
"Shut up and watch and try to learn something yourself, you buttermilk-brain!" Granny snapped waspishly, which wasn't really at all like her.
She completely stopped moving abruptly and pulled her tits away from my mouth. She looked down at me, a determined glint in her eyes, and began steadily milking away at the head of my cock with that hot little grip she had deep within her belly. Instantly the pressure of sensation in my cock and lower belly skyrocketed. "What'n hell're you doing, Granny?" I panted.
Granny grated her words through clenched teeth, telling me, "I'm taking no more trips alone, Lukey lover. A man who learns to hold off and not go with a girl can nearly fuck her to death and turn her into his slave. But I'm the one who's learnin' you, not you me, so we take the next trip-"
She broke off, acting startled as I suddenly caught her tits between my hands, raised my head off the grass under us and before she could jerk them away sucked Granny's excitedly taut nipples back into my mouth. I bit them lightly as I turned on the suction. What she'd said had sounded like a challenge and I felt a devilish determination to call her on it. As my mouth recaptured Granny's tits, I shoved my ass up off the grass, raising her, reversed direction and jerked my cock almost out of her, then sent it plunging back into her superheated cunt as deep and as hard as I could drive it.
Granny turned loose a wild, trembling scream. Her lips were twisted like she was in terrible anguish as that scream tore its way out of them. Like she had no power to resist me, she shoved her tits back down against my mouth and her ass again began bobbing over me frantically. As she drove my cock in and out of her sizzling cunt, she kept milking steadily at the head of my tingling cock with that delicious inner grip she'd started giving the head of it. She had our bellies clapping together like applauding hands again. She'd started screaming and her screams were rising higher and getting louder.
Somewhere far away I heard Abner's bewildered sounding voice demanding in alarm, "What'n hell're you doing to poor Granny, Lukey? Whatever it is, stop it, damn it! Stop it! Can't you hear nothing? You're killin' her!"
"Shut up, you clabber-headed fool! Shut up!" I heard Granny form her scream briefly into furious words. Then she was just screaming and riding me like her life depended upon hammering a hole in the ground with my ass.
Within me there was a feeling like my senses were about to be completely swallowed up by something about to explode. I fought it, determined not to fire my wad until I was damned good and ready, determined not to let Granny take it away from me whether I was ready or not. I forced myself to ignore the deliciously fiery charge of sensations Granny's wildly gyrating cunt was supercharging my cock with as she kept hammering it in and out of her sizzling cunt. I forced myself to think of fights I'd won, anything and everything exciting I'd ever done that had nothing to do with sex.
I'd never in my life before tried doing anything that had been harder. Lordy, what a power of sensation Granny's burning cunt tried to overwhelm my senses with as she rode me like one of the older fellows trying to break a riding mule. Of course in this case, Granny was doing it all, both the wild riding and the bucking that was getting done too, screaming like a painter on the hunt all the while.
I reckon it couldn't have lasted more than a minute, but to me that wild ride of Granny's as she came her second time seemed to never end. Because, try as I might to keep my mind occupied with other adventures, my mental walls kept crumbling before the overpowering pressure of sensation as Granny's delicious cunt tried to supercharge my swollen cock into an explosion. It was sheer torment. And sheer delight. My struggle against it made it stretch out and last and last excruciatingly and exquisitely. Was I ever getting initiated into the fine points of fucking skill!
Time came, however, when I felt my desperate control beginning to slip steadily. I was about ready to resign myself to defeat in this delectable struggle with Granny. The frantic wriggling of her sweet ass seemed too powerful for male flesh to resist any longer. As I reluctantly relaxed, mentally and physically, to give myself over to enjoyment of the eruption, Granny's irresistible movements over me abruptly stopped as she collapsed upon me.
Talk about sweet triumph! I almost yelled. Had she bobbed her ass two or three times more, my traitorous cock would have gone berserk, splattering my wad all over Granny's steaming inner surface, exactly like she'd been trying to make me do. But she'd failed to bob her sweet ass those two or three additional times and I'd won our little contest of wills. Suddenly I no longer felt like just a green, damned hillbilly kid; I felt like a man who had proven himself a man in a contest very few are man enough to win. Man enough to hold his fire until he chooses to allow it to explode; man enough to withhold his fiery charge until he chooses to shoot it, rather than allowing it to be taken away from him at a time not of his choosing.
Granny lay there on top of me panting, her heart hammering like she'd just finished a desperate race. I abruptly realized we were both sopping wet with sweat; we'd both be ready for another dip in the swimming hole.
Granny's breathing quieted after a while; I tensed the muscles I'd discovered made the head of my cock jump. It gave a little lunge deep within her quiet cunt. Granny moaned, her voice sounding awed, "It still feels good, even after the wild ride I've just took. That cock of yours is like a real magic wand, Lukey! Real magic."
I felt twenty feet tall and my cock felt a foot long inside Granny's relaxed cunt. I chuckled, "You liked that, huh?"
Granny clucked, "I'm amazed my poor cunt wasn't burned out by all the lightning you sent raging through it. I'm even more amazed how good that magic wand of yours still feels. Can't describe how good it feels. Except I wouldn't be surprised it could full-charge me in almost no time at all and start me coming again, impossible as it seems that ought to be. You are really something else, Lukey lover."
I made the head of my cock jump deep inside Granny's cunt again. She moaned softly and brought a hand up to run her fingers through my hair as she whispered, "All the growed men I've ever fucked could've took lessons from you, sweet Lukey. And Granny's been thinking you'd be her own private cherry. Which one of the little snips of this holler got to you ahead of me? How'd she ever learn you so much about control, and you still so young?"
CHAPTER FOUR
I guess you know about then I felt thirty feet tall and able to walk on air if I'd been walking anywhere instead of stretched on the grass on my back with my stiff cock still in Granny's reviving cunt. Before I could think of any response that seemed appropriate, Abner whined, "What'n hell you taking on about so, anyhow, Granny?"
Granny snapped at him, "I'm taking on about how your cousin Luke don't have no rabbit blood like some of his relations! He can fuck a girl till she's got sparks flying out her ass like a comet's tail, but he don't shoot nary a drop of his fire-foam to cool her fever. He's made me come twice like I've never come before in all my years of fucking, but lover Luke's still as hard and ready for more action as he was when we started. I bet Luke could fuck a girl until-"
Granny broke off shaking her head as she raised herself unsteadily off my chest to stare down at me in wonder. I saw a new fondness in her eyes. With it I saw something else entirely new: the respect a woman reserves for only a real man. She murmured, "How on earth'd you ever learn so much control so young?"
Could I tell her, "Just beginner's dumb luck"? Of course not! I shrugged, smiling, giving her what I hoped would pass for a wise look.
Granny shook her head admiringly again and murmured, "Regardless, you've sure turned into one hell of a lover, Luke, sweetie. If you'd only give me some clue, I'd-"
Abner interrupted, "You gotta be kiddin', Granny! What could Lukey do for any woman with that little hairpin of his?"
"Are you not only stupid but blind too, boy?" Granny demanded testily. "You just seen and heard what Luke did for me. But you didn't learn nothin', did you?"
"Learn what?" Abner whined defensively.
"Learn that long cock you're so proud of don't do a thing for a girl if you shoot it off on a short fuse. That's what!" Granny snapped at him. "What a man needs to do a good job for a girl is a long fuse, not a long cock. And Luke's got the longest. He's got the only thing any man has any real right to ever feel proud of. What he's got will make any girl he fucks want to throw rocks at any horse-cocked clod-"
Expectedly, she interrupted herself abruptly, apologizing, "I don't mean to talk mean to you, Abner, boy. You just aggravate me, sounding off like all the other jug headed stupes who think a big cock is all it takes to make them God's gift to women. That's why they never learn nothing. And I do so want you to learn, Abner."
"Learn what?" Abner asked unhappily.
Granny glanced around at him, rolled her eyes upward, shook her head, then declared, "For openers, learn there's something you need to learn about fuckin'. Learn that the size your cock is ain't a thing to feel proud of, even if it's handmade, complete. How you learn to use it is the only thing any man's got some right to feel proud of, but only after the women he's fucked prove he's done good for them by giving him a welcome back. Which won't happen until his fuse gets longer than his cock, 'cause it takes time for a woman to come, even the first time. And when a woman comes that first time, she's just getting warmed up. She needs a man with a fuse long enough to give her a chance to come at least another time or two before he fires his piece. Otherwise he's shot his wad and started to wilt when she'd just getting going good, so he leaves her up the creek. You get the picture, boy?"
Abner said, "The gals I've fucked around the holler ain't offered no complaints. Every one of them welcomes me back."
"What's that prove?" Granny demanded. "They just ain't never been fucked by anyone who knows any more about it than you do. That's all. A gal's gotta get herself fucked by an expert before she can learn to spot any but the rankest kind of bums. Gals're human too. They gotta have a chance to learn what they'd oughta be able to expect of a man. Most of the poor things never get a chance to learn, 'cause they never do get fucked by no expert. Just by horse-cocked stupes who fuck like rabbits. I know plenty of grannies who never yet learnt a woman could come, although they birthed six to a dozen younguns and got fucked a hunderd times, or maybe more. They never learnt, so they never expected more, so they never got more, 'cause no human often get more in this life than they expects," she ended somewhat sourly.
I was bored with all the talk. I pulled my cock out of Granny until only the head of it was still caught in the lips of her cunt. I began making the head of it jump, which made it rub up and down through her cunt's inner lips. She forgot Abner, like I'd hoped she would, looking down lovingly at me again as she gasped with pleasure. I kept it up.
Within a minute I had Granny's face tense and showing strain again. She didn't look one bit like someone enjoying exquisite pleasure.
I caught Granny's tits in my hands, brought them to my mouth and sucked both nipples into my mouth again. That brought another anguished, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" out of her in a rasping gasp. But she didn't make a single move to stop what I was doing, although she easily could have, of course; after all, she was in the saddle riding me, the one in position to call the shots. Since then experience has taught me that the vast majority of women tend to get excited by just the freedom that position over their lover gives them, which tends to intensify their capacity for sexual sensations. That enables them to build to explosions the like of which they never experience in any other position in which they're more restricted and enjoy less freedom and control. So I later realized giving Granny that position over me had been another thing I did right by pure chance rather than by actually knowing what I was up to.
Abruptly Granny sent her ass driving downward so my cock was plunged back deep into her reviving cunt. Our bellies slapped together. A trembling groan came up out of her lower gut; I could feel it tensing muscles in her directly above the head of my buried cock.
Granny pulled her ass away from me again instantly, but not more than two inches, then sent my cock driving again into her cunt as deep as she could make it reach; when our bellies slapped together, Granny ground her belly into mine, wriggling her cunt on my cock.
Granny pulled away again and again plunged my cock back into her cunt to its roots. As the head of my cock reached the rear ceiling somewhere deep inside her, I made those belly muscles grab which caused the head of my cock to jump. Granny groaned again and pressed her luscious tits against my greedy mouth harder.
Granny began riding me steadily with a sequence of retreats and thrusts. Lovingly she stroked my cock in and out of her cunt; despite the pained expression twisting her face, it was obvious it felt deliciously exquisite to her. I seemed able to actually feel fresh floods of new excitement rising, wave upon billowing wave, from within her. It seemed strange, but I felt fresh surges of excitement within me responding to hers. My cock and whole lower belly began tingling with a fine trembling of anticipation.
Granny started stroking my cock in and out of her by then sizzling cunt faster and harder, exactly as she'd done before as the passionate frenzy gripped her. I began sucking and licking at her tits harder. A rising and falling moan began coming out of her continuously. Again my cock detected a slow change in the texture of that sensitive lining of her exquisite cunt, a change which I'd already learned foreshadowed an explosion soon to come within her.
This time, knowing exactly how fast she was responding seemed to shoot the exquisite pressure of sexual excitement sky-high within me. The delicious charge of superheated sensations that roared through my cock and lower belly became nearly unendurable. I suddenly felt so close I actually felt afraid I might blow it, might this time shoot my wad before Granny had a chance to start coming again.
I just hung onto Granny's luscious big tits and sucked and prayed I could control my skyrocketing sensations a little longer. I knew for damned certain once Granny came, there was no way, this time, I could hold off coming too. This time I had no choice; we'd make the trip together. Granny's little near-screams of mounting pleasure didn't make my problem of hanging onto what little control I had left one bit easier.
Soon Granny was laboring over me frantically. Her breath ran in and out of her in short, noisy gasps. I had a feeling that every muscle in her was just as rigid with indescribable sexual tension as my cock and belly were.
Then an agonized cry tore itself from Granny's tautly twisted lips. She began riding me harder still, hammering our bellies together in a mindless frenzy. That cry became a long, wavering scream. Then every muscle throughout the entire length of Granny's deliciously clinging glove-like cunt gripping my cock began pulsating furiously.
Fresh excitement shot through me like an electric charge. My control snapped. The flood of sensation rolled over my senses. I felt close to blacking out as deep inside Granny's feverish cunt the head of my cock seemed to explode. I'd jacked off, I'd had wet dreams, but I'd never felt the pumps hidden somewhere in the roots of my cock turn on the power I felt them putting out now as they sent jet after jet of flaming come-juice blasting into the depths of Granny's cunt.
And Granny screamed as that liquid fire roaring out of my cock was sprayed over all her sensitive inner surfaces. She sounded like her cunt actually was being seared. Yet instead of trying to pull away, Granny began riding me harder than ever, hammering my flame-throwing cock in and out of her ravenous cunt harder and faster. She kept screaming the whole time like she was being killed.
Actually, however, I was only vaguely aware of her screams. Only vaguely aware of anything, for that matter, except the delicious pounding of her furiously hammering ass upon my flaming cock. I really felt very close to blacking out, very close to being swept into senseless oblivion. I'd never dreamed mere flesh could actually withstand strain that seemed so excruciatingly intense.
But I did stand it and I didn't black out, even though the exquisite torment seemed to go on and on and on, endlessly, agonizingly, deliciously.
But at last it was over. Granny finally fell upon me again. I had just enough strength left to raise my arms and wrap them around her and hold her close while we lay there struggling for breath together exactly as we'd struggled for passionate ecstasy together.
After a time Granny's breathing had quieted a little and she murmured, "Lordy, how much I do wish somehow I could just keep you all for myself, my precious lover Luke. You'd very likely fuck this old girl to death-" She broke off sharply, correcting herself, "I mean, you make sex so good for a woman I'd likely fuck myself to death, but one thing I'd be certain of is dying happy. The way you make a woman come really takes a lot out of her, and that only makes it feel all the more-"
Just then Abner interrupted, demanding, "Ain't you never gonna give me another fuck, Granny? If you ain't, I'd just as well go for another swim and then get dressed."
Without raising her head from my chest, Granny asked wearily, "Did you watch, like I told you to, Abner? Did you learn anything?"
"I learnt a guy can make out better with a short little cock than I'd ever have believed if I hadn't watched it with my own two eyes," Abner declared grudgingly. "But I still don't understand it. Maybe you're just partial to Lukey over me, Granny."
"You know better, boy," Granny murmured wearily. "But there may finally be hope for you."
"You gonna give me another fuck?" Abner asked hopefully in anticipation.
"No, damn you boy!" Granny snapped, rousing suddenly, lifting her head from my chest to peer around in Abner's direction. She told him, "You're gonna give me a fuck! That's what you're gonna learn to do. To give me a good fuck whether you get a thing out of it yourself or not. You're gonna learn to think about what I'm getting, about what you're giving me, 'stead of about what you're getting."
"I'll try," Abner murmured glumly. "Just let me know whenever you're ready tomorrow or the next day or the day after that."
Granny jumped to her feet, jerking my wilting cock out of her cunt she moved so abruptly as she yelled, "You smart-mouthing me, boy?"
I rolled over on one side and raised a hand to prop my head up. I was in time to catch an expression of bewilderment upon Abner's face as he stared up at Granny in surprise. "What're you talking about?" he finally whined plaintively. "What'd I say that was smart-mouth?"
"Sayin' you doubted I'd be ready until tomorrow or the next day or the day after that!" Granny said sharply. "I'll be ready right after I take a dip to freshen up."
A devilish impulse struck me; I jumped up and grabbed Granny from behind, then yelled at Abner, "Grab her feet, Ab! We'll throw her in!"
I was amazed at the girlish-sounding shriek that came out of Granny; she sounded exactly like some girl about our age. Then she yelled, "You're awful, Luke!" But she was laughing, enjoying every second of it.
Abner had come up off his dead ass eagerly as the idea took him; he grabbed Granny's ankles, but before he could grip them she jerked free, planted her foot on his face and sent him sprawling backward. I started to laugh at that and first thing I knew she'd given a kind of wriggle that took her free of my hands, too. Before I knew what had happened, she was sprinting free for the pool, laughing as she went, her tits swinging and her ass jiggling in a way that created a captivating view for any male lucky enough to see it.
I just stood dead in my tracks staring after her and Abner rolled over on the ground and stared after her too, too busy admiring the scenery Granny created to even gather himself up off the ground. Then Granny dived off the edge of the pool, knifed into the water smoothly and disappeared, breaking the spell.
Abner shot up off the ground and we both raced for the water. I beat him there and went flying out over the water in a long dive that took me far out toward the middle of the deep, quiet backwater. It was crystal-clear water you could swim through with your eyes open. As I glided back up toward the surface, suddenly I saw Granny on the surface just ahead swimming along unhurriedly. I came up under her, grabbed her luscious ripe tits and sucked both rigidly excited nipples into my mouth for a loving suck and nibble.
Above me, Granny started thrashing around furiously on the surface. I guess she slapped the water with her open palms, creating pressure in the water that delivered something to me below her that felt like I'd been slapped on both ears at once. I let her tits slide out of my mouth and started away. As I went I ran one finger through the slit of her cunt; it was still slippery with the combination of my come-juice and her own cunt juices blended together. My finger in her cunt started her feet and legs churning the water above my head furiously. I cleared out before I got kicked, heading for the surface a ways off.
When I'd given my head a shake that cleared the water from my eyes, I found Granny only a short piece away. She was watching me with eyes bright with delight and laughing like some teenage girl eager for more fun. She yelled, "You're awful, you know that? Doing the things you do to your poor old defenseless granny!"
I yelled right back, "If my poor, defenseless old granny enjoys having me fuck her, then she's got to be ready to have me play with her too like I'd play with any other girl I'd just fucked."
Laughing wildly, she repeated, "You're really awful!"
"Can I help it if your sweet tits and juicy cunt draw me like a bee-tree draws a bear?" I yelled back. "You're a love-honey baited bear trap, that's what you are."
Abner had surfaced somewhere not far behind me and he yelled, "Yeah, Granny, a love-honey baited bear trap and us'uns is dyin' to get catched again in your bear trap!"
While Abner was having his say, I was closing in on Granny. I gathered her into my arms, pulling her close, her big tits flattened against my bare chest, her belly against mine as I told her, "I'd just love to lap up some of the sweet honey out of that bear trap."
She looked at me in amazement, then whispered, "You know about eatin' pussy, too?"
All I knew was I'd heard gals loved having their cunts licked almost better'n fucking sometimes and the idea to make the offer had just hit me out of the blue. But I put on what I hoped would pass for a wise look and nodded my head.
Granny shook her head, looking up at me wonderingly. She exclaimed, "You're really something else, lover Luke."
"What's so special about a bear eatin' honey or a man eating pussy?" I asked, trying to come off real cool.
Granny said, "I ain't enjoyed having my pussy et since I come back home to these hills. Outside, these days, lots of men has acquired an active taste for pussy eatin' and cunt lickin', but here in the holler I been damned lucky to get me a halfway decent fuck one time every two or three blue moons, much less any fancy dessert like gettin' my cunt licked to boot!"
"Them times has changed for good and all," I declared.
"Yeah, for good and all!" Abner piped up, swimming to join us as we stood there in the water, treading to keep afloat.
Granny glanced around at him, gave him a searching look, then demanded, "You sayin' you'll eat my pussy too?"
Old Abner stopped dead in the water like he'd been smacked square in the face, his mouth dropping open and his eyes going wide with surprise. Finally he kind of croaked, "Eat your pussy?"
Granny said, "Well, don't look so damned queasy! It ain't nothing like taking castor oil or bitters, you know. You enjoy kissin' a gal, you oughta enjoy lickin' her pussy even more. If she ain't a real pig, her pussy's a sight cleaner and its breath sweeter'n her mouth, you know."
Abner stared at her big-eyed another moment, then murmured, "You gotta be kiddin'!"
"Why?" Granny demanded.
"Well-" he began, then bogged down, frowning like he was thinking furiously. Suddenly he brightened, declaring almost triumphantly, "A gal pisses through her cunt an' that's dirty!"
Granny said instantly, "Gals and guys both hock up crud outta their throats that's slimy and makes piss look like table syrup in comparison, and they spit that out through their mouths. Right? So that makes their mouth too dirty to get near, does it?"
Again cousin Abner just hung there in the water staring at Granny in wide-eyed amazement, like a fat old frog on a lily pad after he's just took a spear through his old gut and just sits there staring bug-eyed like he can't believe it. Finally Abner asked, his voice sounding kind of weak, almost scared like, "Some he-men type fellers really do lick gals' cunts, for actual fact, Granny?"
Granny nodded, declaring, "You'd better believe it! All true he-men, the kind who never disappoint a woman, are cunt lickin' pussy eaters in addition to being long-lasting fuckers. They know how to stay with a woman till they get her satisfied complete. If they slip up and shoot a wad so their cock softens up before it's drawn all the fire in their woman's cunt, they just switch from cock to tongue and go right ahead. While their cock takes time out to recharge, their tongue keeps their woman's cunt just as happy as their cock could. They're like them two-gun fellers in the movies; one gun goes empty, they got another gun just as good and fully loaded and one that stays fully loaded even longer than the guns them movie fellers use.
"Fact is, a man's tongue can outlast any cunt there ever was and another great thing 'bout a man's tongue is no tongue ever got a girl pregnant. In the days before the pill, that's why lots of girls felt partial to a man's tongue over his cock; his tongue was safer. The pleasure a man's tongue gives a gal may be completely different and not quite so high-powered nor satisfying as she gets from an educated cock, but it's pleasure she can enjoy without no worry, and before the pill that was mighty important. 'Specially after she'd had a bad scare or two 'bout being pregnant. So an educated tongue has always been every real woman-lovin' he-man's greatest secret weapon."
"That's sure not the way the older fellers tell it," Abner muttered.
"How do they tell it?" Granny asked, giving her belly a little grind against mine as we continued treading water together.
"They claim all cunts smell like overripe fish and no self-respecting men'd get near one of them with anything but his cock," Abner declared. He added, "Or maybe a finger."
Granny chuckled, murmuring, "Fellers who talk like that either show how ignorant they are, or they're advertising what poor taste they got in women. Some gals have teeth that look like they've growed yellow fur coats and breath that'd knock a mule down and make an outhouse smell like a perfume factory by comparison. That don't mean all women's breath smells like that. A gal's breath depends entirely on her individual habits, how clean she keeps her mouth, how good her general health is. Her cunt's breath is exactly the same kind of individual thing and depends on how clean she keeps herself and how good her health is, the identical same way. Any man who don't know that either don't know women, or he always makes mighty poor picks. Probably because them kind is all he's man enough to get, which says a lot about him that he'd not very likely brag about was he smart enough to know. Only that kind of imitation he-man never is that smart."
I said, "Seems to me we're wasting a lot of time talking we could be using to do something better." I started to move, but grabbed Granny's; arm to pull her after me.
Sharply Granny said, "Patience is another thing a real woman-lover learns. He lets his gal set the pace and when she feels like talkin' a spell, he acts interested. Any gal likes to feel a man's just as attracted by her mind and her ideas and the way she talks as he is by her cunt. Even if he ain't, if he's smart about women he'll always pretend he is 'cause he knows nothin' he can do'll make a gal hotter for him quicker and longer. There's a lot more to real fuckin' than just fuckin' and knowing that is what separates the real men from the horse-cocked clods. You hear, Luke?"
I nodded and turned loose of my hold on Granny. A kind of pleased little chuckle came from her, then abruptly she upended, her head going under, her white ass flashing up out of the water briefly as she dove for the bottom, then went swimming for the far side of the pool under water. I glanced toward Abner and found him watching me intently. The instant he saw he had my attention, he asked, "You actual fact gonna eat her pussy for her?"
"Why not?" I asked lightly. "Granny ain't got bad breath!"
CHAPTER FIVE
We swum a while, playing water tag and the like. Before long my cock started raising his head again, showing fresh interest in the sight of Granny's luscious tits and ass flashing in and out of the water as she played and cavorted like an otter. And old Abner had a hard-on that wouldn't quit; his stiff cock looked like a flagpole sticking out there waving in the breeze whenever he was out of the water, or like the keel of a sailboat sticking down into the water under him when he was swimming and you got a glimpse of him from down below.
Finally Abner complained, "Ain't you recharged yet, Granny? My balls is gonna bust if I don't do somethin' 'fore long to let down the pressure."
Granny sort of laughed, "I guess I do owe you for helpin' me finally get Luke's interest up in fuckin'. And there's one other real good thing about a woman's cunt there's just no way, if she just don't get herself no disease, that one of them can ever be wore out. Fact is, the more a woman uses her cunt, the better it seems to get for a man; just like the more work a man's muscles do, the easier and better them muscles can do that work. So come on!"
Granny headed for the grassy bank and old Abner damned near burned the water up getting across the swimmin' hole after her. As he trotted up the bank out of the water with that cock swinging in front of him, he looked like Hatfield's Spanish jack, braying with excitement, his oversized cock run out, chomping at the bit and ready to fight for a chance to mount a horsin'-mare some farmer wants to make a new mule.
Abner tried to grab Granny in his arms and pull her in close, his swingin' cock aimed between her legs, but Granny straight-armed him square in the puss, just like a ball carrying football player discouraging a tackier. She yelled at him, sharp like, "Didn't you hear what I told Luke about patience, boy? No woman, not even if she got the worst possible case of the hots, enjoys gettin' raped, you know. You back off or you'll get nothin'. We'll fuck when I'm ready, and not before."
"Lord amighty, Granny," Abner whined, "when you gonna be ready? My balls is killin' me!"
Granny sat down on a soft mat of green grass and patted the grass beside her, telling Abner, "Forget your balls and get stretched out here."
Abner stretched out there like she said. The head of his big cock reached up above his belly-button and looked sort of like a big rosebud, his foreskin peeled back below it like it was. Granny bent over suddenly and gave it a quick kiss. Old Abner yelled, startled like, exactly as if she'd stuck him with a pin, then that cock of his started jerking and shooting streams of jizzum that started raining down on his own face and on the grass all around his head and beyond it. Only Abner didn't realize it or seem to care; his eyes was clenched tight shut and his face was screwed all up like he was in awful pain and he was grunting and gasping while he raised his ass off the ground a little to make tiny fucking movements.
Granny glanced up at me with a kind of wry smile and murmured, "See what I was saying about his short fuse? Don't matter what size his cock is, any man that shoots his wad that fast can't do no woman any good."
Granny got up and took my hand and we walked away, leaving Abner laying there gasping on the grass alone. Off a piece from him we come on another nice bed of grass and Granny sat herself down there and I settled right beside her. I told her, "I don't know nothing about licking a cunt. You'll have to tell me everything to do."
Granny said, "Best way I know of to start most anything you want to make good for a woman is always to begin with sucking her titties. That always makes anything else you do feel at least a little better and most times a lot better to her."
I flopped down on my back and Granny leaned over me, making the excited nipples of her beautiful, big tits brush my lips. I caught both tits between my hands and sucked both nipples in, starting to tongue them. She moved one of her hands to my head and started twisting her fingers in my hair, murmuring, "You sure got a talent, Luke, for making that mouth of yours feel great to a woman. I'll miss my bet if you don't turn out to be a natural-born champion pussy-pie eater."
I pulled my mouth away from her tits long enough to say, "You just call the plays, coach. I'll try my damnedest to do whatever you tell me."
Granny chuckled kind of breathlessly and mussed my hair affectionately while I went back to her titties. Her nipples felt like hard little nuts in my mouth and that told me all I needed to know about whether or not she was enjoying it; I was learning to read the nonverbal signs a woman gives a man if he just savvies how to read them.
But she surprised me by suddenly pulling her tits away from me. I asked, "What's wrong?"
Granny said, "I just got an idea. I think a good way to teach you to lick a cunt proper would be to begin by showing you how it feels to get your cock sucked. A lot of the teasing-up part ain't all that different between what a man ought to do to a woman and what a woman ought to do to a man. You just lay back and enjoy yourself, but pay some attention, too."
Without waiting for any response from me, Granny leaned over me again, but this time instead of bringing her tits to my mouth she brought her mouth down upon mine. I'd never been Frenched before, so I was amazed when I felt her tongue come thrusting through my lips into my mouth. It was like her tongue had become a male cock and my mouth a female cunt, the way her tongue started sliding in and out. Something about it really steamed me, sending a trembling excitement burning throughout my whole body. I began feeling like I couldn't breathe, but that wasn't important enough to make me do a thing that might cause Granny to end that kiss.
Then one of her hands closed caressingly upon my cock and balls and I really did get breathless. Lordy, what a charge of sensation those fingertips of hers did stir up just lightly stroking my balls and rigid cock. I began feeling like I might come right in her hand before she finally pulled her tongue out of my mouth and raised her lips from mine. By then I felt like I never would be able to breathe normally again; I was pleased to notice that Granny seemed more than slightly short of breath, too.
She didn't waste any time catching her breath, however, but went to kissing my ears, then down the side of my neck to my throat and slowly on downward to my chest. I was amazed when she planted her hot lips upon one of my miniature nipples and sucked it into her mouth because I found myself experiencing more sensation from that than I'd have dreamed possible. She skipped from that first nipple to the one on the other side of my chest, that mouth of hers kicking up growing waves of sensation that had my stiff cock trying to swell even bigger and aching from the effort.
Then Granny's knowing mouth moved downward, kissing and licking a zigzag course over my upper belly to my belly button. There she surprised me again with the flood of sensation she created in me by licking around the outer edge of that dimple in my belly, then thrusting the tip of her tongue deep into it. I gasped something like, "Oh, LORD!" That seemed to bring a muffled chuckle from Granny.
Then she was kissing and licking another zigzag trail, this time over my lower belly. That hot mouth of hers was getting closer and closer to the tingling head of my stiff cock. Just the thought of it tied knots in all my muscles inside my lower belly. Talk about sensation!
But when Granny's mouth reached the upper edge of the short curls covering the base of my cock, she stopped and for an instant I thought that was going to be the end of that lesson. But she'd only stopped, I found out, to change positions. She moved around between my legs and raised both my knees, planting my feet up close to the cheeks of my ass. Then she shoved her face in close and gave me a big old slobbery lick. Her wet, hot tongue hit me just above my asshole, and maybe you think that didn't bring a surprised gasp out of me.
Granny brought that wet, feverish lick up from the edge of my asshole, across the roots of my balls, around and all over my balls, and finally at the root-end of my cock and on upward to its tingling tip. Long before her licking tongue reached the sensitive tip of my cock I was shaking like a severe chill had took me.
Then I felt Granny close her lips around the head of my cock. Before she even started sucking it, I thought for certain I must be going to die, thought no one human could possibly endure so much intense sensation and still live. Lordy, the way the tip of that educated tongue of Granny's teased the supersensitive underside of the head of my cock. I'd never felt anything like it! It felt to me like my cock had begun swelling in her mouth like it was a balloon she was blowing up. I think I groaned; I sure as hell felt like groaning, but my throat might have been too paralyzed to even make such a sound.
While she continued sucking my cock, Granny's fingertips began lovingly caressing my balls like they'd done earlier. Only now the sensation was maybe one hundred times as intense as it'd been before.
But abruptly Granny released my cock from her mouth, leaned back, caught my legs and deftly flipped me over on my belly. Then she mounted my ass, her legs astraddle my legs, and started grinding her hot cunt against the cheeks of my ass while starting to kiss and nibble and lick at my ears and the back of my neck. While she did that, her hands were caressing my sides and flanks. First one, then the other would dart into the hollow just above my hips, reaching in between my belly and the grass, until the fingertips found the hardness of my cock sandwiched there and gave it a brief caress. It was never more than a momentary touch, but lord the load of sensation it kicked up. Every time I'd groan and grind my ass upward, rubbing it into Granny's feverish cunt. She had me so charged with excitement I was trembling all over and panting like I'd just finished a hard race.
But Granny kept right on. She kissed and licked her way downward over my back, now and then giving me a tiny love-nip with her teeth.
When she reached the small of my back, she abruptly switched positions; her hot thighs suddenly were on either side of my head, gripping it, and her fiery cunt was plastered against the back of my neck. From that new position she resumed licking and kissing and nibbling her way toward the cheeks of my ass. She also reached both hands in from either side under me, gripped my cock in one and began stroking the tingling underside with the fingertips of the other. I couldn't have laid still if my life had depended on it; I began making little fucking thrusts with my ass, trying to fuck Granny's delicious hand.
Her mouth reached the crack of my ass. She gave me a series of nips, scattering them over both cheeks impartially. Then she abruptly released her hold on my cock and pulled her hands out from under me. That time I know I moaned; it was a moan of protest, not delight.
Granny paid no attention. She shoved her hands in between my upper thighs, opening my legs wide. I wondered what in hell she was up to now?
Abruptly I found out. I felt her face shove suddenly into the open crack of my ass, then her hot tongue and a flood of spit plastered in upon my startled asshole. Lord! I thought I was going to come right there on the grass as Granny gave me several wet licks across my asshole and down across the roots of my balls.
Then she brought that tongue of hers back to my asshole again and I groaned, "You're killing me!" But she kept her licking tongue right there, licking circles around my trembling asshole, then beginning to thrust at it with the tip of her tongue like she was trying to lick into it. She kept that up until I knew my whole asshole-inside for a ways as well as out-was saturated with spit.
She stopped that suddenly, however. Then instead of the tip of her tongue, I felt Granny's fingertip begin gently but insistently to start working its way into my startled asshole. I gasped sharply and felt the muscles closing my asshole involuntarily tighten to resist that intrusion. But Granny's slippery finger worked its way right on through that resistance until it felt like it was buried deep inside of me. I wondered if it felt something like that to a girl, having a stiff cock shoved into her cunt?
I wondered, too, if something about it was exciting to Granny because I felt her hot cunt begin to drool more abundantly as she rubbed her wet cunt back and forth against the back of my neck. I was amazed, as Granny began stroking her finger in and out of my tight asshole, to realize it was starting to feel better and better to me. I found myself beginning to make little fucking movements against her penetrating finger, asking it to thrust deeper into me exactly like a woman raising her ass to welcome a man's cock into her more deeply.
But just when I was really starting to enjoy that new experience, Granny abruptly withdrew her finger, announcing, "Time to get you on your back again, lover Luke!"
So I flopped over and pulled my knees up like she'd had me before. Almost immediately I felt Granny's finger thrusting back deeply into my asshole, then almost forgot all about it as she gave me a hot lick from the roots of my cock to its tingling tip. I gasped, "Lordy, lord!"
Granny started stroking her finger in and out of my quivering asshole steadily as her feverish mouth closed again over the head of my swollen cock. That hot tongue of hers began licking around and around and around the sensitive head of my cock, kicking up such a total storm of sensation I wasn't right certain I wasn't going straight out of my mind.
Granny began working her mouth up and down on the shaft of my cock, making a cunt out of her mouth, sinking my cock into it a little bit deeper all the time. Her lips were tightening and releasing and tightening again around my cock exactly like I'd felt her pussy doing earlier. I felt like I might be going to faint.
Finally I realized the whole length of my cock was buried in Granny's mouth because I felt her lips pressing against those short curls covering the roots of it. I was amazed because, small as my cock was, it would have to extend the entire length of her mouth and be started at least part way down her throat. Yet Granny wasn't gagging. Suddenly I felt Granny contract the muscles of her throat around the head of my electrified cock and the sensation that created for me very nearly blew my cotton picking mind! Involuntarily a long, strangled, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" escaped from me.
Granny released the grip her throat muscles had clamped down around the tingling head of my cock and began working her mouth back and forth on it, like she'd stroke it in and out of her cunt. I'd momentarily forgotten all about her finger in my asshole, but now I again became aware of it as I felt it stroking in and out with the same rhythm she was stroking my cock in and out of her mouth. I was so charged with sensation my whole body was shaking again like I was having a chill.
Lord how the pressure of sensation was building within me! But Granny just kept building it higher, just kept steadily licking and sucking and swallowing my cock at the same time her finger was stroking in and out of my asshole affectionately, intensifying all the other sensations. I felt an explosion coming I thought might easily be so intense it would splatter me all over that end of the holler, but I was powerless to ask Granny to stop. I was clear out of control.
Suddenly a great shudder shook me, then my cock exploded. I nearly blacked out. Vaguely I could feel my cock jerking, pulsating intensely, spraying my hot come-juices into Granny's mouth and throat. I think I yelled. I'd never experienced anything like that. It was more than my senses could really register clearly. I was like in a fiery daze, being tumbled and tossed and spun and rolled. In a way it was completely different than it had been when I came earlier in Granny's sweet cunt. I can't honestly say it was better than it had been in her cunt, but it was completely different. Once you'd experienced both, having one wouldn't entirely satisfy a longing you might feel to enjoy the other again.
When it was all over I felt so limp I thought maybe I'd been paralyzed. Then I realized I could still feel because I felt Granny quit nursing away at my cock and let it slip from her mouth as it wilted. I also felt her slip her finger out of my asshole. Being able to still feel those things gave me hopes my nerves hadn't been totally burned out by the overload of sensation, the way I'd thought had happened.
Then I heard Granny saying cheerfully, "Now you ought to have a better idea how to go 'bout it, you can lick my cunt, Luke. I'll fill you in on the differences as you go along. Makes a pretty good substitute for real fucking, don't it?"
CHAPTER SIX
I felt like I didn't have a bone or muscle left in my whole body, felt like they'd been melted into one big glob of molten goo with no power to move except to flow with the pull of gravity. But I knew Granny wanted me to make like a man for her, so I tried to move even though I knew I couldn't. I surprised myself by rolling over off my back to my belly.
From there I managed to get my hands and knees under me. I found Granny stretched out on the grass nearby, watching me with a pixy smile.
I crawled over, flopped down beside her, and gathered her warm, curvaceous nakedness into my arms and hugged her close. I could feel strength beginning to flow back into me. I gave her a kiss like she'd given me, running my tongue deep into her mouth, twining my tongue caressingly with hers, exploring all its other sensitive inner surfaces. When I finally took my lips from hers, both of us were gasping for breath again and I was feeling almost like new.
I started kissing my way downward over Granny's throat, then along her shoulders and finally down one curving side of her luscious left tit to the tautly erect nipple. I sucked that in and made Granny gasp with pleasure. I gave it a brief tonguing, then skipped over to her other tit. There I took my time, kissing my way around the lusciously ripe fullness of it, taking my own sweet time before I finally pounced upon the excited nipple and made Granny gasp again.
I gave that tit a good sucking, then spent several minutes switching back and forth from one tit to the other. And while I had one in my mouth, I caught the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing and pulling and rolling it while I sucked the other one greedily. Granny's ass began lifting off the ground in little fucking thrusts upward, making it obvious I was beginning to build a good charge of sensation within her.
I decided it was time I got on with the parts of this technique of loving a woman that I was less familiar with. I abandoned Granny's sweet tits and began kissing and licking my way downward across her upper belly.
At Granny's belly button, I paused to give it the same attention she'd given mine, licking around its rim, then thrusting the tip of my tongue into it as deep as I could make it go. That brought a low, pleased gasp out of Granny, Then she murmured, "You're a good boy, Luke. You pay 'tention when someone's learnin' you something, so you pick it up fast."
That made me feel good, but the really important part was still ahead of me, the part that really mattered. I hoped I could live up to the reputation Granny was giving me when I got to her sweet cunt.
I began kissing and licking a zigzag course on downward across her lower belly, like she'd done to mine. By the time the boundary of Granny's curly cunt-hair brushed against my cheek, she was breathing in ragged gasps.
I moved around between her legs, just as she'd done. Only she raised her knees and spread her legs invitingly without any prompting like I'd had from her. She murmured, "Sometimes it's good to take a little longer with a gal than I took with you, better to give her more time to get steamed up, like taking time to kiss and lick your way from one knee down her inside thigh almost to her cunt, then down the other one, and after that go ahead like I did to you. Got it?"
"Got it," I told her and started kissing and licking my way over the soft skin of her left inner thigh between her knee and the crease of velvety flesh where her thigh blended into her lower body near her cunt. As I got down close to Granny's cunt, I could feel heat radiating from it up against my cheek. I got my first good smell of what Granny'd called its breath too and found it a kind of heavy, musky perfume that seemed to start my wilted cock showing signs of coming back to life again.
As I started kissing and licking my way down Granny's other inner thigh, I'd forgot all about how pooped I'd felt not long before. When my cheek brushed against Granny's cunt-hair that time, a long, shuddering gasp came out of her and then she murmured, "You sure got a lover's mouth on you, boy!"
I saw Granny's belly tense and realized she was anticipating the thrust of my tongue into the crack of her ass to lick her asshole like she'd licked mine. I surprised her by switching back to her other thigh. Granny groaned in disappointment, then declared, "You're learnin' too damned fast for my good, lover Luke. I can't wait no longer. Don't torment me. Please?"
I chuckled and murmured, "My coach tole me a real lover-man always gives a gal plenty of time to get her steam up real good. That he don't ever rush things, even when she thinks she wants him to."
I continued kissing and licking my way down that soft inner thigh the second time while Granny began bobbing her ass up and down, pushing her sizzling cunt toward my mouth, trying her damnedest to hurry me.
When my cheek again brushed against Granny's muff of cunt-curls, I paused to send my tongue licking deeply and hard into that crease of velvet flesh where her thigh joined her belly. Her sweet cunt was again so close that its steaming breath swirled around my head like musky perfume. My cock raised its head some more, now very nearly ready for action again.
Abruptly Granny's hands clutched frantically at my head, her fingers clutching my hair, trying to pull my mouth to her fiery cunt. But I wasn't being hurried; I resisted her fierce effort easily and moved my attention to that other velvety crease where her other thigh merged into her lower belly. I sent my tongue licking into it deep and hard and a shuddering moan came trembling out of Granny. Then she warned, "I'm so hot, lover boy, I'll burn to a crisp if you don't-"
I sent my tongue shooting into the crack of Granny's ass driving straight in to the target of her sensitive asshole; she broke off in a low scream. I licked her asshole until I had it as slippery as she'd had mine, then pulled my face away and put the tip of a finger against it, ready to work it into her like she'd worked hers into me. But Granny spoke up, directing. "This part's a little different, Luke. Your thumb goes in my asshole, your finger goes in the lower end of my cunt. Inside you'll feel a thick cord in the thin wall between cunt and asshole. You rub that gently, caress it, between thumb and finger and that helps-"
She broke off as I started my thumb into her asshole. I was surprised to find that her drawstring muscles didn't tighten up against my thumb like mine had against her finger; it slipped into her pretty easily. Then I slipped my finger into Granny's cunt, and sure enough I found a thick cordlike something in what felt like a slippery, paper-thin wall. I began stroking it gently between finger and thumb and Granny murmured, "You done found it!"
She reached one hand down to her cunt, rubbed a finger in the upper part of her slit, then said, "See this here? That's as near a magic button as most women got. Called her clitoris. Sort of like a tiny male cock and just as full of feeling as the head of your cock. Stroke it gentle-like with your finger or suck and lick it with your tongue and mouth and you can build such a fire in a gal's cunt she'll rape you if you try to quit 'thout finishing her up. So always get it located right off and treat it right and it'll see she treats you right."
While she talked, I let my face drop slowly toward her cunt, like I was looking intently at the spot there her finger was pointing out to me. Suddenly I pressed my mouth downward, plastering it over the feverish lips of Granny's steaming cunt, at the same time thrusting my tongue into her cunt like I'd thrust it into her mouth when I'd French-kissed her. A startled scream came out of Granny and her hands grabbed my hair again. That scream of hers triggered a charge of such intense excitement in me, my half mast cock ballooned to rigid attention, ready and eager for immediate action.
I shot my tongue deep into Granny's sweet cunt a second time. Right before my eyes her whole lower belly swelled, the muscles knotting as hard as rock. An anguished scream came tearing its way out of her from somewhere deep inside.
I sent my tongue into Granny's cunt a third time, sent it just as far as I could possibly make it go beyond my lips. That instantly brought another cry of anguished pleasure out of her and her hands fastened in my hair and pulled my face against her ravenous pussy harder.
I kept on licking, gasping for breath but never missing a lick while I started sucking at her cunt as well as licking it. Then I remembered that place at the upper end of her slit she'd called her clitoris; I tried finding it with the tip of my nose. Suddenly I knew I'd found it because Granny cut loose with a great gasping scream and momentarily loosed her grip on my hair.
In a flash I shifted my mouth upward and found Granny's clitoris with my lips and tongue. A cry more anguished than any that had come out of Granny yet came from her as my lips closed upon her rigid little shaft. I found my cock aching now for fresh action, so excited had it become in response to Granny's reactions.
Granny's legs suddenly locked around my head and she screamed again as I sent my tongue licking along the shaft of her tiny but gigantically sensitive clitoris. The way she acted I knew I must be creating mountainous waves of sensation within her.
I kept my tongue licking its way back and forth along her sizzling clitoris, or sent it plunging back into the depths of her fiery cunt. I kept sucking at the lips of Granny's boiling cunt, guzzling her sizzling love-honey like an old bear at a bee-tree.
Another anguished scream came out of Granny, then I felt a lightning shudder go through all the muscles of her cunt and lower belly and instantly they began a furious pumping. She was coming! I'd made her come with my tongue, made her come with my secret weapon, as Granny'd called it. A surge of new confidence in my manhood rushed through me; I'd proved I could make a woman come with no need for a stiff cock, much less for an oversized one.
That relentless pumping surged through every muscle in Granny's lower body and her screams rose more wildly. Her entire body was caught up in a wild frenzy of unrestrainable passion as she started to climax.
Suddenly strong hands closed upon my arms and began trying to drag me away from Granny's exploding cunt. I glanced around. It was Abner pulling at me. He yelled, "Can't you hear her, damn it, Lukey? You're killin' her! You must've hurt her bad, chewin' away at her cunt like you done, tryin' to eat it. You musta hurt Granny bad!"
I yelled, "Leave me be, or I'll get up from here and stomp you, Abner!"
He knew I could do it, me having got my growth all at once like I had, regardless of him being older. He turned loose and backed off, warning, "You'll be sorry if you cripple poor Granny somehow, eatin' at her."
Suddenly I was aware of my aching cock. Instantly I told him, "I'll fuck her, then, if that'll worry you less. But Granny'll scream just as loud; you'll see. A gal screams like that when it's feeling good to her."
Abner gave me a look-who's-talking' kind of snort and said, "I've fucked more gals than you and no gal I've ever fucked took on like that. Don't tell me you been pleasurin' Granny; you been giving her pain!"
I said, "When Granny comes out of it, she'll tell you. How come she'd druther fuck me than you if I give her pain 'stead of pleasurement?"
That stumped old Abner. While he was thinking of an answer, I turned back to Granny, crawled up over her between her upraised knees, and shoved my stiff cock into her slippery cunt which was still pumping away as she continued coming. As my hard cock went into her, she screamed louder and threw her legs up around me and locked them together behind my ass. She acted like my cock felt better to her than anything else in the whole world right then. Muscles from the outside of her cunt to the deepest place my cock reached inside her were milking away at my hardness like a kid's mouth working on a piece of stick-candy. And she started wriggling her ass under me like mad, the whole ass-end of her really seeming to love having that hardness of my cock in her.
I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us over, bringing Granny up on top where she'd have freedom of action to do whatever felt best to her. She unlocked her legs from around my ass as we went over and caught her weight on her hands and knees as I rolled under her. I grabbed her swinging tits and sucked both nipples in and she yelled and began riding me, acting like she'd started coming again before that come I'd started with my tongue ever stopped, sort of right in the middle of it, like.
And talk about yelling and screaming! Granny acted like she was going plumb out'n her mind. I thought if old Abner'd been worried at how Granny'd sounded before, he'd be fit to be tied about how she was taking on now.
But just then Abner showed up in my line of vision and he didn't look worried about anything. Fact is, he didn't seem aware of anything except Granny's white ass bobbing up and down or making circular wriggling movements over me. His eyes was big and bright and staring, fixed like, on that one moving target as he moved in behind Granny. I realized what old Abner had in mind and couldn't believe it.
Abner straddled my legs as he went down on his knees behind Granny with his knees in between hers and me. He grabbed both her hips in his hands, forcing her to stop all her frantic action on my cock for a moment, and he shoved that big cock of his into Granny's cunt from behind. I'd have sworn there couldn't be room in her cunt for both our cocks at the same time, but I felt Abner's go sliding in past mine, kind of crosswise to it, and there didn't seem to be any problem at all. Granny's cunt seemed able to swallow both our cocks, even going into her at different angles and all, just as easy as it had swallowed one. And what really surprised me was how tight it still felt around mine, almost like mine was still in her cunt alone. Men brag on their cocks like they was really terrific special equipment, but it's struck me that a woman's cunt is the piece of special equipment with features really worthy to be bragged about. Yet I've never heard no woman doing any such bragging.
Anyhow, Abner started fucking Granny from behind while Granny went right on fucking me, getting wilder and wilder.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I kept gobbling away at Granny's tits, but just to help matters along a little more I put one hand down between our bellies and began stroking her clitoris with two fingers, one on either side of that stiff little shaft.
So Granny had two cocks in her cunt, her clitoris getting special stimulation, and both her tits in my mouth getting sucked and tongued, all at the same time. Talk about going wild, she really did. If she hadn't been over the top of me where she was free to pull away and stop everything in case she wasn't enjoying the goings-on, I'd have been really worried. She was yelling and taking on like she really was being killed, yet seeming to enjoy every second of it and be asking for more.
Old Abner hadn't had his cock in Granny's cunt more than two minutes, should've just been getting warmed up good, when all of a sudden he started yelling too. I felt that cock of his, where it was pressed crosswise on mine in her cunt, begin pumping furiously. I knew he was coming, spraying his hot come-juice all over the insides of Granny's cunt and probably all over my cock, too. I wasn't too wild about having it on any part of me, but there didn't seem much I could do about it.
Granny acted like it added a little something more to her pleasurement. She seemed to go again right from the middle of one come straight into a new come that seemed even harder than the one just before.
So I guess Abner got to be give credit for some part in triggering off one come for Granny, even if he'd never been able to do it before alone. She was still coming hard when Abner's come petered out. I could feel the hardness of his big cock begin wilting against mine's steady hardness. Before long he backed off and let his limp dick slide out of Granny's busy cunt and Granny's cunt snapped back tight and nice around my cock like his cock had never been in her with mine. Talk about owning a piece of equipment worth bragging on!
Granny didn't seem to miss Abner's cock one bit. She kept right on riding me without missing a stroke. After Abner pulled out and left her and me alone together again, Granny come three times more, one right after the other. And after the distraction of having Abner's cock in her cunt crosswise of mine had ended, I began being aware again of the load of feeling building inside me.
I finally came right with Granny when she triggered off her last come. Lord, but I thought maybe I was actually dying, it felt so terrible good and so near actual pain. I felt like the whole head of my cock must've blown off, that's how hard I come. And I couldn't of come no closer to clean blacking out without doing it. For a time I even lost all track of Granny, except her cunt around my cock. And I lost track completely of all else. I felt like all the bone and muscle in me was being rendered down like pork lard into more juice to be spurted out through whatever was left of my cock into Granny's cunt, which seemed to drink all of it up like sand drinks up water.
When I finally finished coming and come back to knowing there was still more in this creation than just my cock in Granny's cunt, I found Granny holding herself up off me on trembling arms and legs, looking done-in complete. When she seen my come was ended, she sighed kind of and just collapsed on top of me as limp as a wet blanket. She laid there on my chest and belly panting like a dog that's been out run and out smarted by a fox and worn to a frazzle. I realized she and me both was lathered with sweat. I could feel my come-juice and probably Abner's all churned up likely with a lot of Granny's too now oozing out of her cunt. It seeped down over the roots of my cock and my balls and clear on down into the crack of my ass and over my asshole. Knowing Abner's juices was mixed into it give me a feeling of wanting as quick as possible to get back in the swimming hole to get myself washed off. If I could find enough strength to move, whenever Granny finally rolled off of me.
After a bit, Granny's panting quieted down to just hard breathing. That quieted too after another while. Suddenly I heard her murmur, "That's got to've been the greatest tongue job and fuck I ever enjoyed in the whole history of my times as a woman, sweet lover Luke. You know there was a time somewhere along during that trip to heaven I got this terrific feeling like you'd for actual fact sprouted two cocks and had both those cocks in me, one going in from one direction and the other from another. Lord, what a feeling that give my cunt! Never been pleasured with anything even close to the goodness of whatever it was you done to me. It was like I'd fainted, the feeling was so great, only right through it all I still knew about the terrific things going on in my cunt and to my tits in that great mouth of yours. You sure are an artist natural born, the talent you got for making great love to a woman, Luke, boy. If I died right now, I'd die happy I got to enjoy a fuck like that before my time finally ran out 'cause not many women ever have."
Just then I heard Abner speak up nearby, though I couldn't turn my head enough to see him with Granny using me for a mattress like she was. Abner said, "I tried to make Luke stop what he was doin' to you, Granny. I tole him the way you was screechin' it was plain he'd done somethin' to you that was pure killin' you. But he wouldn't stop. He was just like a horny old rooster fuckin' a dead hen, no feeling whatever about what was happenin' to you. You oughta-"
"Shut up, jughead!" Granny raised her head off my chest abruptly and yelled at Abner, cutting him off. "You had a chance to study what's got to be the world's greatest natural talent in the art of woman lovin', but it's obvious you never learned a thing. When a man fucks a woman, especially when he's he-man enough, it don't bother him letting the woman be on top where she can stop anything that don't pleasure her none. The more the fuckin' pleasures her the louder she's likely to yell 'cause he's pumped her insides so full of good feelings it's close not quite, but close to being painful. You got that plain now, Abner?"
"But you sounded like-" Abner began, like to argue it.
Granny cut him off again, snapping, "You think I was being hurt but just won't admit it or somehow don't know it? You listen, boy! You show me a gal or woman what don't take on some like that while she's getting fucked and I'll show you a gal or woman what ain't being greatly pleasured by the fuckin' she's getting. Hear?"
"You're just partial to Lukey," Abner whined accusingly.
Granny reared back, sitting completely upright but still astride me, my slowly wilting cock still in the loving grip of her slippery cunt, so she could really fix her eyes on Abner as she came back at him. "If I'm partial, it's because Luke listens when I tell him something, then tries to do like I say without no back-talk. And that's the only way any man ever can learn to be a great lover is to listen when a woman tells him about what she likes and how she likes it and all. There's no man can get to be a great lover 'less some woman's learnt him and he's been smart enough to listen to what she's said while she was learnin' him. Only a woman knows what really pleasures her; no man can do anything only guess except she tells him and he listens. Either a man learns that, or he goes on all his life bein' nothing but a clod on one end of a cock he's never learnt a thing about usin' right. Any man wants to learn to fuck good, he's first got to learn to listen good."
"I listen good," Abner protested.
"Sure you do," Granny snapped. "To all the wrong folks."
"What's that mean?" he demanded.
"You listen to fellers your own age, or older, maybe," Granny said instantly. "Maybe you even listen to older men. But you never did think about listenin' to no gal or woman you hoped to fuck or maybe actually was fuckin'. No, you're the big man swinging the big cock that's supposed to be the only answer needed to everything 'tween you and any female. Nothin' no female human could say interests you 'cept, 'Victuals is ready!' Everythin' else you think you know more about than her, so you never listen. But a woman's own body, and her cunt and tits in particular, she knows more about than any man ever can live long enough to know if he lived three lifespans. So a man has to listen to her or he stays ignorant and fucks like a stupid animal, not like a woman-lover. You got that, boy?"
"Never heard no one else say a thing like that," Abner declared, sullen-like.
"Of course not, 'cause you've never listened only to other fellows and men," Granny said sharply. "And none of them knowed much more than you. No man, regardless his age, ever learns much about woman 'cept if he gets smarter'n most men ever get and starts listenin' to women. Only a woman can ever teach a man about women, and most men live a whole life without learnin' even that much. So what do you expect they can learn someone else? I'll tell you what; only their own complete and total ignorance about women. That's what they learn you younger ones. That's all they can learn you. They got nothing else. Just men's unending supply of complete and total ignorance 'bout womankind. And all because they always listen to other men but never to a woman."
"You're just partial to Lukey," Abner repeated, like he hadn't heard a thing Granny'd said. Then like to keep her from saying more, he wheeled away, sprinted back to the swimmin' hole and went diving in.
"Like talkin' to a barn wall!" Granny muttered as she sat watching him go. Then she stood up, my cock coming out of her cunt with a sound something like a cow's foot coming out of bog ground.
Then Granny chuckled. " 'Least he got me riled enough it brung my strength back." She glanced down at me with a loving smile, murmuring, "For a time, there, I wasn't right sure you hadn't fucked me to death. But I knew if you had, I was ready to go happy."
She reached a hand to me, offering a pull to help me up, declaring, "We're the ones could use another swim. Come on. Then I gotta get back to the house and help your ma get started on evening victuals."
That night at supper I was feelin' like a bare-assed jaybird. Bessie was watching me closely. I kept looking away but it didn't do no good, my eyes kept goin' back to Bessie just like they was magnetized. She wrinkled her nose at me, then she winked. I wasn't at all sure what she was tryin' to say by that wink, but I had a hunch it was sort of a promise. I looked at Daisy June and found she was looking at me that same way. I had an idea that those two knew more than I thought. It was like those two to have been hid out in the brush somewhere watchin'.
When supper was over I suddenly found myself feeling weak in my legs, like I'd done a hard day's plowing-really beat. Pa was watching TV an' ma was watchin' the girls clean up supper dishes. I didn't figure my disappearin' would be noticed. So I slipped away, headin' for my room, where I lay thinking about that wad I'd put in Granny's cunt. Finally, I must have dropped off to sleep.
I was dreamin' about having my cock licked by a beautiful young gal and it was about to blow my mind with the storm of feeling it was kicking up in my tingling cock. Then an idea went flashing through right on the edge of my dream, threatening to wake me from this wild sensation. It was like a fire alarm, warning that I must be about ready to trigger the pumps that would turn my dream into a wet one. My sleepy mind struggled, trying to reject that possibility as preposterous, an impossibility after all the action of the afternoon just past. But the pressure of erotic sensations kept building, no matter how impossible it seemed. Finally I tore myself out of the foggy dream.
It wasn't no dream at all! There was someone in bed with me. A soft, warm girl someone. Still sleepy, I exclaimed, "What the hell-" A soft hand clapped over my mouth. The mouth that had been licking my tingling cock abruptly stopped. Then I heard a tense, whispered, "Sh-h-h-h-h!"
I brought my hands up and felt the shadowy form I could faintly see over me in the darkness. It looked like a mighty good hunk of female. I found the tits; they were a lot bigger than Granny's, much firmer and warmer, too. Memory flashed through of my surprise at supper table when for the first time I really noticed how big sister Bessie's tits had become. A trembling started zinging through me, a feeling of excitement even more breathless than any I'd felt before, I knew this had to be Bessie. I felt her shiver as if in answer to my excitement.
Then she moved again, turning herself above me to bring her head from my cock up near my ear. She straddled me, putting her head down, and whispered, "Do you know who this is, lover?" I pressed those ripe, full tits together between my hands, brought the nipples to my mouth and sucked in. That brought a sharp, low gasp from her. I sucked and licked those luscious nipples for a moment, then drawed my mouth away far enough to whisper, "You're a girl!"
That brought a slow giggle, then a teasing whisper demanding, "How did you ever guess?"
I sucked the nipples of those delectable tits in again. That brought a groan of pleasure from her. I gave them another good licking and sucking for a moment, then freed my mouth again to say, "You taste mighty like a girl." Suddenly I felt her lower her cunt in the darkness till it came into careful contact with my rigid cock and then on downward against it until my cock was sandwiched between our bellies. She started rubbing her cunt back and forth against my rigid rod.
She whispered, "You not only taste like a boy, you feel like a man, brother."
She pulled her tits away from my hands and brought her lips down against mine. I thrust my tongue through my lips into hers. I felt it surprised her, but she opened her mouth almost instantly in eager welcome to it. I could tell from the way her tongue met mine that she was having a new experience. She obviously liked it. Then she suddenly let her whole weight come down on top of me, plastering her hot cunt against my hard cock, as her arms went around me. She hugged me fiercely, as if trying to stick us together. Her tongue began thrusting into my mouth, shyly at first but with growing confidence and daring as the embrace continued. She suddenly broke the long kiss to demand, "Why'd you have to go an' fuck Granny first, instead of me?"
Surprised, I asked, "How'd you find out about that?"
"Never mind, I know what's goin' on around here. Besides, Granny looks like the cat that got the canary," she commented.
"Now, don't take on about Granny, Bessie; you want to spoil our fun?"
"No, but I'm your sister. No one ought to be closer to you than me. I can make it lots better for you than Granny can, anyway."
"I don't think pa would look at it that way," I said. Then added, "Granny is old enough to do as she pleases about such things, and she doesn't have to worry about getting pregnant."
"I don't have to worry about that, either; the county social worker gives us girls pills and stuff we need just for the asking."
"Is that a fact!" I exclaimed. "Does pa know about it?"
"No, pa doesn't, and don't you tell on me, brother."
"Don't be dumb, big sister. I'm in this deeper than you are," I answered. "Speaking of deeper, if you want to get fucked, we're wasting an awful lot of good time just talking." I ran both hands down her sides to her hips and raised her weight off me enough to let me slip one hand in between our bellies far enough to touch Bessie's pussy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Never had I felt pussy hair as soft and silky as Bessie's muff.
She gasped, then ducked her head to mine and nipped lightly at the edge of one of my ears.
I began exploring Bessie's pussy with my fingers. She gasped again, sharper and louder. When my investigating finger found the slippery crack between the feverish outer lips of her cunt, I dipped my finger gently into it. It was like I was dipping into a spring of honey as her hot juices began flowing around my finger.
I stopped before slipping my finger any farther into her cunt, asking, "You sure this is what you want?"
Bessie hugged me more tightly and whispered, "If you only knew how long I've wanted this to happen, you wouldn't waste time asking!"
She brought her knees up a little, catching her weight. Her hand reached down between our bellies and closed around my cock. A little musical sound was coming out of her almost like a contented cat purring; she was humming, sort of.
Then she began stroking my cock. "Why do you think I started taking those pills over a month ago?"
I slipped my finger into her cunt deeper and found her clitoris with my thumb. She moaned and wriggled her ass. I figured from the tightness of her cunt around my finger, Bessie must be a virgin, even if she was older. Now that I thought about it, that seemed a little surprising, because she'd dated a lot last school year.
Then I thought of the way she'd been licking my cock when I awakened, dragged out of deep sleep by the rising storm her lips and tongue had created in my tingling cock and whole lower belly. I demanded, "Where the hell did you learn to suck cocks the way you were doing to wake me up, big sister?"
"Are you unhappy with me for doing that are you, Lukey honey?"
I said, "You've done that to other guys, ain't you?"
"If a girl doesn't have any other way to keep from getting pregnant, knowing how to do a sensational blow job is sometimes the only protection a girl has against unwanted babies." With a little whine in her tone she added, "I wanted to save my maidenhead for you, Lukey or for whoever I finally marry."
"You should have saved your sweet mouth and tongue for me." I was only joshing her, but Bessie took me serious.
"I'll make it all up to you, Lukey, honest!"
Then her ass was moving away, pulling away from my hand on her cunt, taking her clitoris out of reach of my caressing thumb, pulling my finger out of her drooling cunt. "Hey, I was only joshing!" I protested. But Bessie's lips were kissing the nipples on my hard chest and she went right on about it like she hadn't heard me. I began to discover that I had a lot more feeling in those nipples of mine, small as they were, than I had ever thought possible. She kissed her way right on downward from my chest across my belly until she reached my belly button. There she stopped, the tip of her hot tongue running round and round that deep dimple in my mid-belly. It really felt good.
Then she drove the tip of that tongue deep in my button, wriggling it around in there. That tied up a knot of muscles in my belly and brought a little gasp of pleasure out of me. She didn't stay there long; she started on downward, licking and kissing a zigzag trail across my lower belly. Now my belly felt like one huge knot and I was trembling with anticipation. Remembering the mind-blowing feeling of her hot mouth on my tingling cock as I had awakened had me really hot. I felt like I couldn't stand it if she kept me waiting much longer before returning the caresses of that mouth to my tensely waiting cock.
Then it finally happened; I felt Bessie's hot lips lovingly and moistly encircle the head of my tingling cock. I thought I was going to die. The tide of sensation that went thundering through me almost overwhelmed my senses. Every muscle in my belly tied into knots and then tied those knots into more knots, making my belly bulge. I was squeaking and gasping like an ungreased windmill. I couldn't seem to get enough air to breathe.
Then Bessie's delicious mouth was gone again. I gasped, desperately trying to get enough breath to form words of protest.
She brought her head up enough to whisper, "Did that feel good, Lukey?"
"Don't stop, Bessie!" I managed to gasp out breathlessly.
Bessie's wonderful mouth came back down on my aching cock, and the sensation that mouth and tongue of hers created was like nothing I'd ever experienced. Talk about intense!
Bessie pulled my cock from her mouth, making every nerve throughout my whole body (but especially those in my lower belly) vibrate like strings on some wild musical instrument. As the flared rim at the rear edge of the head slipped slowly outward, she squeezed down upon it as hard as she could with her lips, intensifying the friction until I thought sure I was going to come then and there.
She stopped that delicious friction abruptly, just a hair short of triggering me. Her feverish mouth switched its caresses to my balls, licking over and around the sides of them. Then she licked the area just underneath my balls; I discovered a new area of delightful sensations I didn't know I had.
She didn't stop there; suddenly her hot tongue licked right across my startled asshole. I can't claim it was presence of mind, but something in me made me clap a hand across my mouth just in time to smother a yell that might well have awakened everyone else in the house.
Before Bessie drove me crazy, she switched her caresses back to my balls. Very gently, very carefully, she drew one ball into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it. She sucked it. More new feeling! Quickly but smoothly she switched her attention to my other ball. The sensation wasn't intense like it had been when my cock was in her mouth or when her tongue touched my asshole, but it was mighty good. Before I knew what had happened, she'd gone back beyond my balls again, her tongue again giving me a juicy lick across my quivering asshole. Again my instinct for survival (knowing pa would kill me if he ever found out what was going on here between me and my own sister) caused a hand to clamp over my mouth just in time to smother a yell that probably would've sounded like someone was being killed.
Before I got my breath back after it went whistling out from under my hand, I got an even greater shock. One of Bessie's fingers went slipping into my asshole; Granny's trick! I didn't know if my shocked asshole could stand so many surprises, one right after another this way.
I didn't have time to protest or anything else because just then Bessie's hot, moist mouth closed around the head of my cock again. She thrust it deep into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, stirring up a flood of sensation that had me feeling dizzy. Then she drew it outward while applying a powerful suction. Bessie was sucking the strength out of every cell in my whole body, sucking it down into my tingling cock which felt like it was ballooning. Invisible cords seemed to have pulled my eyelids shut. A kind of intensely sweet, deliciously painful paralysis was settling over me. I felt helpless. I felt a tremendous explosion was about to overwhelm me.
I felt a desperate need to release a little of the terrific pressure of tension growing steadily within me. I wanted to yell, to scream, anything to get relief. Yet I knew, no matter how hard I might have to struggle to do it, I had to hold back any sound that anyone in the rest of the house might hear. I was teetering on the brink of the greatest come feeling I had ever experienced, yet I was having to do it all in silence. The thrusting, caressing finger in my asshole, the sucking, licking, squeezing mouth on my burning cock kept relentlessly building the overwhelming pressure of sensation within me. My flesh and bone seemed to have melted into a mere molten blob of red-hot passion. My overloaded brain was reeling.
Suddenly I realized that fiery mouth was gone. The coolness of night air was upon my sizzling cock. I gasped, "Don't stop, Bessie honey! Please, don't stop!"
I heard Bessie's breathless whisper asking, "Will you love me this way too, brother? Will you?"
"Anything you want done, honey! I'll do it!" I gasped. "Just don't stop now!"
I felt Bessie's lips close upon the head of my burning cock again. That fiery tongue began licking at it with that fantastic swirling movement again, shooting the pressure of sensation to a new high inside me. I felt if I didn't explode in her mouth I'd surely die. I wan't too sure I wouldn't die anyhow. But I wasn't afraid. I wasn't complaining. Not if I could just hang onto my senses long enough to feel that delightful, almost painful explosion that would drive the come-juice out of my swollen cock.
Then it grabbed me. Every muscle in my whole body went rigid. It was like an actual bomb of sensation had exploded inside my cock, like it was sending shock waves blasting throughout my entire body. Someone was gasping and groaning as though in great pain-then I realized those noises were coming from me. I think I passed out then; nothing seemed real.
* * *
When my mind began to function again, I realized the pulsations of my exploding cock were growing weaker. Bessie was still nursing away at that fountain, apparently enjoying the hot brew it had poured into her mouth and went flooding down her throat. I felt completely drained but still she sucked, as if determined not to leave a single drop. Abruptly her demanding mouth abandoned my rapidly wilting cock. Before I realized she had moved, she was over me on the bed again, her mouth being pressed down to mine. As our lips met, Bessie's tongue came thrusting boldly into my mouth. It brought with it a strange, taste I'd never experienced before.
Suddenly she brought her lips away from mine, chuckling quietly. Then she whispered, "How do you like the way you taste, Lukey? Pretty good, huh?"
Right then the only response I was able to muster was a gasping moan. I closed my eyes again, fighting to catch my breath like I'd been in a mountain foot race. I felt her finger lovingly running across the edge of my lips. Wearily I opened my eyes. I found Bessie's beautiful full tits just close enough in the darkness to be barely visible. They hung so close, so invitingly right above my face. Somewhere I found enough strength to catch those full, ripe beauties between my hands and bring them to my mouth. Greedily I sucked both rigid nipples into it. An ecstatic moan came from Bessie, muffled as if from behind a hand. Her feverish cunt came grinding down against my wilted cock. I felt a shudder flash through her whole body. Another muffled moan came trembling out of her.
She wriggled her ass, again grinding her drooling cunt against my limp cock. I knew she must be dying for relief, and knew what I had to do for her. My strength was flowing back, impossible as that had seemed just instants before. I put my arms around her, pulled her down against me, then rolled her over and pushed her down until her back was flat upon the bed. I rolled myself off the edge of the bed, and going down with my knees on the floor I grabbed Bessie's legs and pulled her to me.
I stroked the inside of her legs, where the skin is soft and warm. Then I raised myself and leaned forward between her legs far enough to lick around the rim of her navel, then plunged my tongue-tip into it as far as I could make it go. Her fingers fastened lovingly in my hair as a murmur of pleasure came softly from her.
Following her example, I continued to kiss and lick in a zigzag trail downward from there across her lower belly. The skin felt so velvety soft, so creamy smooth. My tongue could feel muscles under that lovely skin begin rippling and tensing with growing sensation, just as mine had done. I found myself beginning to feel excited all over again, stirred by Bessie's response to me. I sure wasn't thinkin' of her as my sister anymore; she was a luscious gal who by the enthusiasm of her response made it very plain she found me a very exciting male whose caresses were giving her terrific sensations. My cock, utterly wilted so short a time ago, began showing new interest in life. My licking tongue and kissing lips reached the upper edge of Bessie's silky nest of cunt-hair. That brought a sighing moan out of her. I felt the muscles under the smooth skin of Bessie's flat lower belly tying up into harder knots. I remembered the feeling I'd enjoyed when she made mine do exactly the same thing. Pleased satisfaction went through me with that thought of how much pleasure I must be giving her. That brought new life flowing back into my cock even faster. I moved from one side of her lower belly to the other, kissing that silky muff of cunt-hair. She began sounding like she was having to struggle just to keep on breathing.
The sound of her labored breathing was exciting as hell to me. My cock was hard enough by then so that I would have been able had I decided to mount her. I won't say I wasn't tempted. But I'd seemed to do right good licking Granny's cunt and after the terrific job Bessie had done sucking my cock I figured it was only fair I licked her cunt and did as good a job for her.
Bessie had her feet on the edge of the mattress. She spread them even farther now, knees up and wide apart, an invitation, if I ever saw one. Instead of kissing right on down into her open cunt, I felt I would build her up more by making her wait for that a little longer. Hold off a little, just as she had done with me.
I took my mouth from her lower belly to one of her upraised knees. I kissed and licked it, then switched to the other knee. Bessie was moaning softly and making little wriggling movements with her ass, pleading with me in body talk to get to her feverishly waiting cunt.
I found myself being guided by a strong feeling, instinctive or otherwise, that dictated patience. I began kissing and licking my way downward over the soft, sensitive, skin of her left inner thigh. Her guarded moaning became almost continuous as my mouth slowly approached the sweet, damp curls covering the outer skin around Bessie's cunt. Her ass began wriggling faster. I had the pleasant feeling that I was succeeding in driving her almost out of her mind, that I was doing a job of teasing her up that had her hotter than she'd ever been before.
Bessie lifted her ass clear off the bed, thrusting her hot little cunt imploringly toward my mouth. But I didn't take the obvious invitation. I came close enough that my cheek brushed against her damp cunt-hair, so close I could feel the heat being radiated from her feverish cunt against my cheek. I licked wetly through the velvety crease at the joining of her upper thigh with her lower belly, I could feel her body trembling with anticipation, expecting my next move to bring my lips and tongue to her eagerly waiting cunt.
Instead I took my attention to her other inner thigh, giving the velvety crease at the joining of thigh with belly on that side a moist, leisurely lick. As I was doing that, I had an inspiration.
Remembering the feeling of Bessie's tongue on my asshole, I suddenly thrust my tongue into the crack of her ass below her cunt. It brought a low cry of protest, "You're killing me, I'm so hot I can't stand it if you tantalize me any longer! Please-"
She broke off with another sharp gasp as I sent my tongue licking across her trembling asshole again. I brought the tip of it right back to that sensitive target, starting to kick around and around it the same way she'd done my belly button. That brought a muffled, wailing moan out of her.
I kept up that swirling licking. Abruptly Bessie's muffled cry became sharper as if her anguish had become more intense. The muscles in her ass began working steadily. I realized almost frantic pulsations were shaking her whole lower belly.
Amazement flashed through me with my realization of what had happened; sweet Bessie was blasting off! Bessie was writhing furiously upon the bed. She was pushing her ass downward, obviously trying to intensify its contact with my tongue.
No mistake about this, she was coming hard, although I hadn't even once touched her cunt or clitoris, the real centers of sensation.
I almost forgot what I was doing, I felt so pleased with myself. I caught myself just in time, and went on licking and kissing away at her wildly pulsating ass, not giving her any chance to cool down too soon. I decided to see how many trips I could send her on without letting her stop. It was wildly exciting to me, watching her and hearing her and feeling her as she carried on that way.
My cock was throbbing with its charge of renewed excitement, so hard it ached. Actually, however, I right then was only vaguely aware of it. I was too pleased with myself about triggering Bessie with my tongue as good as I'd triggered Granny.
Bessie came two more times in fast succession just built up and triggered again by the sensations created in her by my continued licking of her asshole area. By the time her asshole stopped pulsating with the frantic spasms of that third bang, that whole area was saturated and slippery with my saliva. It seemed just right for that other technique Granny'd learnt me.
Just as Bessie started to relax I slipped my thumb into her asshole. She gasped and stiffened. For an instant I thought my thumb up her ass was all it was going to take to trigger her fourth trip. I drove in deeper.
A shuddering sigh came struggling out of her and I felt the muscles clamped around my intruding thumb relax a little. It was time for my next move.
I eased my finger into Bessie's sweet honey-box, moving slowly, gently. That brought another sharp gasp from her, but almost instantly her ass began wriggling, telling me she liked what I was doin'.
As I eased my finger deeper into Bessie's burning cunt, I slowly brought the tips of my thumb and the finger together; I discovered the same thin slippery wall between my exploring fingers I'd found in Granny. I felt the same sensitive cordlike membrane. The way Bessie moaned and wriggled her ass when I moved along that area with the tips of thumb and finger I knew it must be a cable of nerves. Whatever it was, it was obvious that gentle caresses applied to it would help recharge her in short order for another blastoff.
I began slowly stroking that cord between thumb and finger. But I turned my attention to deciding what to do next. I felt I'd put off getting my lips and tongue acquainted with Bessie's pussy about long enough. In fact, I found myself feeling hungry to discover how it tasted. Just so my move wasn't too fast, I licked upward through those velvety creases where thigh joined her lower belly on either side of her cunt. Bessie moaned, wriggling her ass. Suddenly her fingers fastened in my hair. She began pulling my mouth toward her cunt as if she felt unable to endure the suspense any longer.
I didn't put her off any longer. When she brought my mouth over the open, hungry lips of her cunt, I brought my lips down upon them firmly. I thrust my tongue through those trembling lips of inflamed flesh. I sent it as deep in Bessie's burning cunt as I could make it reach.
Her fingers clutched and worked convulsively at my hair. A low, anguished moan came wavering out of her. One hand suddenly loosed its hold on my hair to go flying up to clamp over her mouth.
I had another good idea. As I started licking in and out of Bessie's sweet cunt as fast as I could make my hard tongue fly back and forth from my mouth, I began feeling for her rigid little clitoris with the tip of my nose. I found it. I also discovered that slight movement of my head was all it took to make the tip of my nose stroke that erotic center of hers while I kept tonguing the sensitive entrance to Bessie's love tunnel.
This method seemed to work like a charm; almost faster than I can tell about it, Bessie's whole lower belly was shuddering with a new storm of frantic pulsations as she came again. Muscles around my caressing tongue were pulsating relentlessly.
CHAPTER NINE
Bessie's little clitoris was unmistakably pulsating against the caressing tip of my nose. The muscles of her asshole milked away at my thumb demandingly. It was exciting as hell! I found myself feeling like my rigid cock might explode and start geysering hot come-juice all over the side of the bed and the floor if so much as a hot breath blew across it. It was really something how exciting Bessie's passion got me all stirred up.
But no hot breath blew across my tingling, aching cock, so my excitement went right on building steadily with nothing to relieve it. This fourth bang of Bessie's lasted longer than any of her first three when I was licking her asshole. While it kept on and on, I felt a fire of fierce excitement building within my belly more intense than any I'd felt before. It was fantastic. I thought I must have stumbled on the greatest experience available to man: how to really make it good for a woman, and to feel her response to him. I felt currents generated in me that I knew would have put a hard-on on a corpse.
I thought of the sneering remarks I'd heard about muff divers, cunt lickers, pussy-pie eaters. I realized now how really dumb the guys making such remarks were about the facts of truly great lovin'. They just didn't know what they'd been missing out on.
Greedily I thrust my tongue into Bessie's furiously throbbing cunt, straining to send it deeper than it had ever gone before. I lapped and sucked up her hotly flowing love-honey hungrily. Her hand, still on my head, clutched my hair convulsively and pulled my mouth against her quaking cunt harder. A strangled cry of muffled anguish slipped past the hand clapped desperately over her mouth.
She was having to struggle just as I'd had to in an endless effort to keep quiet. I knew what torment she was having and just knowing made it almost like I was the one going through the experience all over again. It was exquisite empathy like I'd never experienced before.
Bessie's muscles had hardly stopped their frenzied pulsations before pumping all over again as she blasted into coming a fifth time. The muffled cry coming from her changed into a trembling wail. That changed into a shrill scream. She choked it back, grabbed for a pillow and buried her face under it to deaden the alarming sound.
When the fifth come ended, I switched my lips and tongue from her fiery tunnel of love to her clitoris. As my lips closed upon that excited little shaft and my tongue began licking at it as I sucked it, some of the scream that came blasting out of Bessie got past even the pillow. I was sure someone would surely hear it, but I was so caught up in our mutual passion by then I simply didn't care. I didn't slow down an instant but kept steadily on with my caresses.
Then I felt a great shudder flash through Bessie's whole body, then felt the tremendous surge of a fresh convulsive action start her pumps moving again. The fingers caught in my hair jerked away. The hand went flying up to assist her other hand in the attempt to smother her screams in the pillow. She was wriggling her ass frantically now, like a fighting catfish wriggling desperately upon a hook.
When I felt the muscles begin to slow down from their convulsive throbbing at long last, when I heard Bessie's muffled cries from the smothering pillow begin to sound like agonized little moans, I had another great idea flash through my mind. One hand had been completely free during all the previous action, except for stroking Bessie's thigh absently or sometimes gripping it firmly to help hold her a bit when the action of her ass became so frantic I thought she would tear her cunt away from my mouth if I didn't put a brake on. I sent that hand on a new job, rubbing it upward along Bessie's side to find her tit.
I felt my thumb and finger come in contact with her rigid nipple just as her body started to go limp from her sixth come. Pulling that nipple gently and rolling it between thumb and finger while continuing the caresses of my other thumb and finger in her cunt and asshole and my sucking and licking at her clitoris seemed to open wide the floodgate to a new reservoir of passion. In just no time at all Bessie's ass was wriggling as frantically as ever before. Her thighs clamped together against either side of my head. Her heels came off the edge of the bed as she locked her legs around my head. My face was squeezed so tight against her pulsating cunt I felt I might be suffocated. Her legs had my face pinned against her cunt and her whole body began jerking mightily, as if in the grip of powerful convulsions.
I was beginning to get a little worried, not sure exactly what I had gotten started. I decided it was about time to ease off this wild pussy if I could do anything about it. I couldn't get my face away from her cunt; I was locked in a vise. I stopped all licking and sucking, trying not to excite her clitoris any further. I slipped the thumb and finger out of her relentlessly pulsating cunt and asshole and stopped teasing her nipple with my other hand.
What breath I was managing to draw in and out of me continued flowing hotly across that highly sensitive little shaft, however. But the furious pulsations finally eased off and seemed to reluctantly fade, at long last ending. Again Bessie went limp. Finally her legs slowly relaxed, releasing their grip upon my head reluctantly. T pulled my face away from her cunt and drew fresh air deep into my aching lungs.
I struggled to get up off my knees, to climb upon the bed beside Bessie; I found my legs were awfully weak and shaky. I wondered how Bessie's must feel. My rigid cock was the only part of me that didn't seem to welcome the relief from the intense action just ended. It felt swollen bigger, stretched longer, and larger than I remembered it ever having felt before.
I flopped upon the bed beside Bessie and gathered her into my arms. I hugged her naked tits close to my chest, her cunt pressed up against my rigid cock, her belly plastered to my belly, her long legs wound lovingly with mine. She sounded weak and tired as she murmured, "Lukey, Lukey, you are a real man. You made it feel better, you gave me far more loving, than any of the big lover-men in school ever have."
It was plain to see she was deeply contented. Bringing her arms around me she hugged me close. She put her hand down, slipping it between our bellies, and gripped my cock. She murmured, "He's all hard and ready for action again!" Her legs parted, one leg coming up over my hip, opening her cunt for my hard cock.
Back and forth she began stroking the tingling head through the slippery deliciousness of her wonderful cunt. She whispered, "My bottom should be numb, after all the loving you've just given it but the feeling is coming back fast, Lukey. It's beginning to feel great all over again."
I rolled over on my back and pulled Bessie up on top of me. She raised her weight on her knees and hands, straddling me. I caught her two luscious tits between my hands and pressed the nipples gently. She grabbed hold of my cock, as before, beginning to stroke it against her clitoris. Quietly, I heard her murmuring in a trembling, breathless kind of way, "Lukey honey, I'm going to fuck you! I'm going to fuck you, fuck you, fuck you."
Something about her fresh excitement brought a wave of anticipation flashing through my body. Just like a brand new experience, I felt my body tingling with demanding desire. My stiff cock was beginning to ache, with the thought of that hot slippery cunt-hole. Then I felt my cock sliding smoothly into that wonderful box. It felt to me like my cock was completely filling her hot, tight tunnel with its hardness, but she was taking it smoothly without any forcing. All that work I'd done with my lips and tongue had done a good job of preparing Bessie's cunt for my swollen cock.
As my cock slid into her, Bessie gasped, "You feel better than I ever dreamed you would!" She sighed a deep, contented sigh. Then she added, "You're so good, Lukey; so sweet. My dream's come true, honey!"
I tensed muscles that caused the head of my cock to jerk deep inside her. Bessie gasped, sounding surprised and happy. Then my cock was into her as far as it could reach, buried to its roots in her cunt, the hair on our lower bellies being rubbed together. I made the head of my cock give another throbbing jerk deep inside her, bringing another sharp gasp from Bessie. Then she murmured, "You know somethin', Lukey?"
"What?" I asked in a whisper.
"When you loved me with your mouth and tongue it was better than I'd ever had it before, but I already know it ain't going to stand up to us being together like this." She wriggled her ass on my cock in a little circle, bringing a long, soft, "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!" from her. Then she began riding her ass up and down, making my cock move in and out of her cunt in tiny movements, bringing another soft, "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!" out of her. After that she whispered, "You are a fucking good fuck! We been wasting an awful lot of time, love." She slowed down and started the circular motion with her ass again.
I pressed Bessie's big, beautiful tits together again, brought her hard nipples to my lips and sucked them into my mouth hungrily. That brought another long-drawn-out groan out of Bessie. I began sucking them as my tongue licked around one nipple, then the other, with a swirling movement, then licked back and forth between them. She wriggled her ass in that same movement on my cock as if she was trying to tell me to keep it up. Then she gasped, "I'm so glad I saved real fucking till I could do it with you, Lukey!"
Bessie wriggled her ass on my hard cock again for a moment, then began stroking it in and out of her cunt. Her thrusts were only tiny movements at first but growing longer and bolder as she kept on. She began panting like she'd been running hard. My cock could feel the change in the texture of the inside of her cunt as the excitement grew within her.
Bessie gasped out breathlessly, "Before you finished working on me with that wonderful tongue of yours, Lukey love, I thought coming again would kill me. Lordy, the way it's building up 'way deep inside me where no one's ever touched me before! Oh, brother, am I ever gonna come, like I ain't ever come before!"
Bessie had her belly plastered against mine again, sliding herself back and forth on my cock in short, gentle movements that made little more than the head of my cock move slightly, caressing, deep inside her. The movements were small, but the feeling it was giving me was great. Bessie wasn't exactly bored, judging from the panting gasps and sobs coming out of her. I felt fresh flows of Bessie's hot love-honey bathing the entire length of my bulging cock. I kept gobbling away at her tits. Bessie was having a wild ride for sure.
Suddenly Bessie raised her belly away from mine a little. As she drew my cock outward, she suddenly clamped down upon it with the muscles of her love-box. Then I felt such a pressure build up in me I almost yelled! Just in time I bit it back and let it trickle through my tit-filled mouth as a low groan.
I felt the tip end of my cock come slipping out of Bessie's box through ring upon ring of muscles. She gripped down upon it with those muscles again. The feeling rose again till I felt my butt rise clear off the bed. I gobbled at Bessie's big, full tits more than ever to choke back the sound that tried to force its way out of me. The more I tried to hold back a little, the more feeling built up inside me screaming to be released.
I could feel the come-juices gathering, building more pressure than I could stand. My brain was foggy under the powerful grip my whole body was feeling. Bessie stopped withdrawing just as that flared rim on the head of my cock forced the mouth of her cunt to open more widely to release it. Instead of letting that happen, however, she reversed the direction of her movement. She drove down over my cock, plunging it into her cunt with a hard thrust that brought our bellies together with a loud slap. I felt such great waves of feeling running through me, my eyes rolled back in my sockets and my brain was spinning around and around!
Bessie began swinging her hips back and forth over me. That made my cock go in and out of her hot cunt faster and faster, harder and harder. Our bellies made a slap each time they came together. That sound seemed to sent the flood of feeling I was enjoying higher and higher. Time and time again she came out until my cock would have dropped clear of her burning cunt if she'd gone just a little farther, then sent my hardness driving back into the deepest part of her cunt as hard as she could.
Hot damn! I was glad I had my mouth crammed full of her tits because if I hadn't it would have been impossible to choke back the yells that kept trying to boil up out of me.
Bessie hammered my cock into her greedy cunt, all the while panting, gasping and moaning as if in the grip of something she couldn't stop. My backside was coming off the bed, raising my ass, trying to ram my cock deeper into her burning cunt than it had ever gone before. I knew that wonderful explosion we both were working so hard for couldn't be far off now. The growing promise of that great explosion was causing a delicious pain through my cock and whole lower belly. I knew by the way Bessie was struggling on my cock, that she was enjoying the same kind of deliciously mixed torment.
I thought for sure Bessie was going to ride my ass right through the bed to the floor below. She kept right on pounding our bellies together, riding me with no letup. The cunt-hair of our lower bellies felt like it was foaming with whipped cream.
Suddenly Bessie slapped a hand over her mouth, her head tipped back on her shoulders, a strangled, muffled cry of pleasure raised faintly from her. I felt the muscles of her cunt clamp down on my cock in a stranglehold that held a moment, then let go as all those muscles began pulsating hard and fast, milking at my cock as if to pull my come-juice out by force. I felt something like an electric charge of excitement flash from deep within her cunt to the tingling tip of my cock.
Only Bessie's tits in my mouth kept me from waking the whole house. I was shooting liquid fire out the head of my throbbing cock. The violent storm that raged inside me almost sent me out of my head. I didn't think I was going to be able to stand it! Yet, somehow, I kept from blacking out. For a while I didn't know what Bessie was doing. My brain was reeling. All I knew was the waves of come-juice were shooting out in great spurts that sent shock aftershock running through my body.
When I finally became aware of something besides my own storm of feeling, I found Bessie still lunging up and down over me. Her whole body was trembling, as if she was about to fall apart. She was gasping like she couldn't get enough air to breathe. But she still seemed to be coming. A low, tortured moan came through her twisted lips like she was about to die. Still she fought to keep pumping my cock in and out of her cunt. I could feel her cunt muscles still throbbing faintly, gripping, releasing, and gripping my cock's hardness again and again.
Bessie finally flopped down on me as if she had used up every bit of strength. She told me later she'd come four times while my cock was in her that first time. That, added to the seven times she'd come when I'd given her my tongue before we'd started fucking.
No wonder she seemed so done in.
CHAPTER TEN
I couldn't seem to get enough air, either. I worked Bessie's body over a little and rolled her off to the side of me. My cock slid out of her love-box, but that didn't seem to matter.
For a while we lay there side by side struggling to get our breath. I finally whispered, "We can't stay here like this, sister; it would be too easy to drop off to sleep."
She protested with a wail, "I need to be near you, to reach out and touch you, lover! Don't send me away now! I love you, Lukey! I really love you!"
"You'll get yourself out of here before pa finds you here and skins the hide off me, if you really love me!" I snarled at her.
"I guess you're right, Lukey," she said. She rolled toward me. Wrapping her arms around me, she hugged me tight against her. Her mouth found mine. She thrust her tongue deep into my mouth something fierce. Then Bessie slipped out of bed and I heard her softly step away and leave the room. I knew I wouldn't ever forget that first wonderful fuck I'd had with my sweet Bessie. I lay unmoving for a moment, too bushed to move. Finally I must have dropped off to sleep, to dream.
* * *
It must have been almost daybreak when something stirred my foggy brain out of my dead sleep. My belly was empty like I hadn't eaten in days. I drifted back into my dreams thinking about hot cakes, eggs and fried taters. I was just getting ready to dig in when the victuals lifted right off the table and floated away. The table turned into a bed and some soft, warm body was cuddled up close to me. Bessie, I said to my dream, let me be long enough to stoke up a little strength.
Then I felt my cock getting harder, growing bigger as a small, gentle hand began stroking. This ain't no dream, Lukey, I said to myself. That brought my eyes open a crack, in spite of my need for more sleep. The faint gray glow of dawn was just beginning to sneak its way into the bare spots, leaving dark blobs of shadows where the furniture sat. I turned over on my side and put an arm around that warm body cuddled so close, and right then I knew this wasn't Bessie. This was thinner, smaller.
"Great day in the mornin', Daisy June! What in the hell do you think you're doin' here in bed with me!" I hissed. "Are you trying to get me killed!"
"All I want is my fair share," she whispered. "You wasn't so worried about getting killed a - little while ago when Bessie came to see you. Besides, I want to learn right, and I know you'll be good to me and teach me all about how to love a man."
"Honey, you're too young," I protested.
"Bessie was only twelve when she started foolin' around with the boys at school. I think it's lots better to learn how to suck your own brother than some dirty ol' boy at school."
This was wrong, but what the hell could I say? I felt my cock getting harder by the minute just talking about it. The worst part was I didn't want to send her away. From the minute she climbed in bed with me, I was like a blob of dough. She locked her sweet little arms around me and lifted her lips up to meet mine. By the time we came up for air I knew Daisy June wasn't learning how to kiss for the first time. "You've been doing some practicing somewhere." I said. "That sure as hell ain't your first kiss!"
"Oh, I ain't dumb, but I know I got a lot to learn; and I got the best teacher you."
I gave up wasn't much I could do without taking chances on making her mad. That, I wasn't about to do! Daisy June has a temper that makes up for her size, and I didn't want her to turn it loose on me.
I saw a twinkle in her big blue eyes, and realized it was getting lighter. Daisy was fun to be around most of the time, even though she could, at times, get an ornery streak. She started wriggling down the length of my body, kissing with her sweet little mouth along the way. My cock was already hard; it felt like it was trying to meet her halfway. My stomach was beginning to tie knots.
Her hand came down and closed around my cock. She stroked it gently. "Oh, Lukey, it feels so big! It almost scares me," she said. "I tried a carrot one time. It wasn't near this size."
"This can feel better than any damn carrot, Daisy June, but don't get in a rush about it," I told her. "You gotta give that cute little cunt of yours time to get ready."
She hugged me, kissing my belly button, which was where her face was. She was still fingering my cock and it was expanding more by the minute. My cock had finally found its proper place in life, and would never be the same. It had finally come into full manhood, thanks to Granny and Bessie.
I reached down and pulled Daisy June higher on the bed, so that she was face to face with me again. Then I played with her. I kissed her mouth, her ears, her throat, and finally I worked my way down to her little breasts. I kissed one nipple, then the other, until they stood up to rigid attention. I ran my finger gently along her hot little slit until she began to wriggle and pant. I ran my hand along her ass and the crack between until she spread her legs like a playful puppy.
I rolled my tongue around with hers until neither one of us could breathe.
All the time, she was stroking my cock. Granny and Bessie had given it a pretty good workout, and I was glad. I wanted this to be something really special for my little sister. I was really surprised to find her so strong. She wrapped herself around me as I sat up on the bed; I flopped over backward and held her hard to slow her up a little. She lay still for a moment, catching her breath. "Fuck me, Lukey fuck me, please!" she pleaded.
"All right, honey, just you take it easy and let me see if you're ready," I soothed.
I rolled over on top and found her hot little love-box with my cock. It was dripping, and I was able to get the tip of my cock inside. She let out a little squeal of pleasure as it pushed on up inside her, covering the head. I tried to go deeper into her tight little tunnel, but it felt like I had rammed right into a stone wall. She was so tight my cock began to ache.
She stiffened around it and gritted her teeth. Her eyes were tight shut. "Push it on in, Lukey. Push it hard!" she said.
Instead, I eased off, pulling back. She grabbed at me desperately, afraid I was going to come on out. I wasn't ready to give up so easily; I pushed on in again as hard as I could. Again I felt as if I had hit solid rock. "More!" she urged. "Don't stop now, Lukey."
I tried one more time and decided that I was going to have to stop. If I kept that up I might hurt her bad, or break my poor ol' cock right in two. Right now, it hurt like hell.
"Don't stop fucking me, Lukey. You promised!" she said. "I can stand it!"
"You can stand it," I said. "I'm sorry; honey, but I can't stand it!"
My cock was beginning to wilt. Daisy June almost sobbed out loud. She grabbed at my cock like a baby for its bottle. She sucked it, she caressed it, she tickled it. Her little head bobbed up and down along it like she was playing a mouth-harp. In a very short time it was just as big as before. She sat back on her legs for a moment, studying my cock. Her blue eyes were thoughtful. She seemed to be measuring its size. I rested on my elbow, waiting to see what she had on her mind.
"Lukey ... I know what I have to do," she told me. She straddled me sinuously, then lifted her sweet little ass and brought herself down to my ready cock. She worked herself into position, making sure the tip was well inside her cunt. I felt my cock stop again. She had reached that wall. I could feel her cunt tighten around the tip of my cock. She grabbed my shoulders with both hands, lifting herself, holding her cunt in position over me. Then she came down with all her might. I felt something tear away and she shuddered with pain. She bit her teeth into her lower lip and went right on pushing down on my cock, taking more and more of it. Finally it was all inside her.
I'd heard the big boys talk about taking cherries, but I had never seen it happen before. My cock seemed to be standing it pretty well; I hoped my little sister's sweet cunt hadn't suffered too much damage. Daisy June was flattened out on top of me, our bellies plastered together.
"Are you all right, Daisy June?" I whispered. She raised her head up off my chest and whispered back, "It's hurting awful but I'm not gonna stop now."
I could tell she wasn't fooling; she was a stubborn little puss. She began pumping her cunt slowly up and down on my cock. Her hot little cunt gripped my cock so tight I didn't see how she could move. I felt new warm wetness gathering, making the action easier. Her mouth was open, she was panting, and little beads of dew stood out on her forehead. I could feel waves of pain run through her and it was plain she wasn't getting much pleasure out of this.
Once she made up her mind she wanted something, she'd get it, no matter what it cost. That was her way. Each time she rammed herself down, I bounced on that bed like I was going through the mattress.
I wanted to make things easier for us both and so I put my arms around her and brought her to a stop. She opened her mouth to protest, but I cut in before she could speak. "I've got to change position. Let's ease off for a minute and get more comfortable."
She was having none of that. Her eyes sparkled with anger as I have never seen them before. She started hammering at my shoulders and chest with her tiny fists. I tried to dodge and turn sideways. Suddenly Daisy June yelped and looked down to see fresh blood oozing out. We sure enough broke through the locked door that time. That was the last sign of any pain that morning. She began to pump and wiggle against me with her slippery cunt sliding up and down on my cock with a frantic rhythm. Her face lost the look of strain, and she was making funny little sounds in her throat like a purring kitten.
That sound did something to my cock. I felt waves of sensation begin to gather inside me, and my stiff cock began to swell. She grabbed me all of a sudden and rammed down on me like she was wild. I had all J could do just to ride out her storm. She must have come like that a dozen times before my cock finally built up enough steam to fire away. The feeling rolled through my whole body like electric shocks as my cock pumped relentlessly. Finally my cock began to slow down from its convulsive throbbing. It had been one hell of a fuck, one I'll always remember.
My little sister had tears in her eyes, tears of relief. I kissed her tenderly, holding her close to me.
"Lukey, Lukey, we did it!" she said. "We did it, didn't we, lover? I love you, Lukey honey, more than anybody in the whole world."
All the time she was holding my cock tight as ever in her loving cunt. She brought her mouth up and bit my ear, just like a frisky colt. Then she began to ride me again like a wild woman. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders each time she came ramming down on my cock. I felt her come-juices flowing, slippery and hot.
She may have been ignorant as to how to go about it, but her enthusiasm made up for it. I felt myself being carried away with the feeling of her pleasure. My own cock was building pressure again, a tingling charge running through my whole body. Finally we both let go, coming at the same time. My eyes rolled back in my head so far I thought they'd stick for sure!
* * *
When it was finally over, she looked at me, a mussed-up little pixy with freckles all over her nose. She smiled a soft little smile and said, "Lukey lover, that was a real good fuck!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I sent Daisy June back to her room before pa caught us. My belly muscles felt like I'd been in one of them rodeos they have over to Fort Smith and one of them bulls had tromped my middle. But I'm practically never sick, so I couldn't lay in bed if I didn't want pa taking no special notice of me. I dragged myself out, but I sure as hell didn't feel like I'd had near enough sleep. Of course I hadn't, what with spending more'n half the night fucking my two sisters until both of them was happy to totter back to their own room.
And that'd taken a heap of fucking, like I've already told. You add that right on top of that session I'd had at the swimming hole with Granny just earlier during the afternoon and I guess it's not hard to see why there had been mornings when I'd felt fresher and better rested.
At the breakfast table pa told me about some weed-chopping he wanted tended to in the cornfield before the sun got up enough to burn off the early morning cool. I asked if he'd be working with me, in a roundabout way, of course, hoping he wouldn't; working alone I'd find me a good shade and have a nap, but that'd be out with pa around. I was tickled to death when he said there was business in town he was gonna have to tend to.
Only ma didn't seem tickled by that news one bit. She lit into pa, claiming the only business he had was tomcatting around after a young widow lady out twenty miles or more the other side of town who she told pa she'd heard about him seeing lately.
Pa, he didn't deny it, he just acted like a story like that was too ridiculous to take serious notice of and joshed ma about wasting her time listening to gossipy old scarecrows. Granny chimed in to tell ma that even if such wild stories was true, she had no complaint so long as pa was the good provider he'd always been and he kept up with his homework.
Real angry-eyed, ma snapped, something about the reason she knew the stories was true was because keeping up his homework was exactly what pa hadn't been up to lately and she said he knew exactly what she meant. Then pa told her she'd ought to take into account that he was getting older and all men's powers to keep on their homework slacked off some as they got older. But ma wasn't buying none of that. She was still yelling at him as pa went driving away with kind of a shit-eating smile on his face pretending he was being very understanding and might even be a little pleased that ma was jealous.
Then Granny told ma she was a fool, that taking on like that with any husband was always a bad mistake for a woman and too stupid for any daughter of hers to pull. Ma fired right back at Granny, claiming she was partial to pa on account of him having slipped a piece of ass to her on the side, every now and again, all the years him and ma'd been married.
Granny acted real put out with me for saying such a thing, but I got a sneaking hunch probably ma was right. Now that I thought on it, pa and Granny always had seemed to hit it off special good for in-laws. I couldn't think of no other mother-in-law around them parts who got on with her son-in-law like Granny'd always got on with pa.
Ma insisted she'd known about it all along but hadn't minded on account of it was all in the family and she'd understood Granny's needs, so hadn't looked on it like she did pa tomcatting off to some stranger. But that didn't cool the huff Granny'd put on. So she went off to visit neighbors for the day and took both the girls with her.
I tried to slip off back to my room to catch up on my rest, what with pa gone for the day. But ma done the kind of switch I'd come to know is commonplace with women, telling me my pa's instructions about the work I was to do should be obeyed. So I slung a hoe over one shoulder and headed for the field.
* * *
Our big cornfield is side by side with Minnie Pearl's, old Abner's step-ma and my pa's younger sister. Pa farms both pieces of ground, on account of Min is a widow and his only sister and the land all belonged to their pa, so my pa'd growed up working both fields. But he had insisted on Min seeing to it that Abner done the hand work and the like the way pa wanted. So I took a good look at the other field, hoping pa'd stopped past Min's and left some weed-chopping orders for old Abner, too.
But he hadn't. Or if he had, Abner'd talked Min into letting him off the work because he wasn't over there in the other field anywhere. It made me mad, being out there all alone that way, and I lit into them weeds like it was their fault. Once I got to working, I began feeling better, my sore muscles loosening up as they got warmed up.
By ten o'clock I'd slaughtered enough weeds I knew pa'd accept what I'd done as a day's work. I was sweating good and feeling first rate and could've worked on a while, even though the sun was getting hot. But I'd gone off from the house without bringing along a jug of water and I was beginning to feel real thirsty.
So I knocked off and headed back to the house to get a drink. I thought about all the good feelings I'd enjoyed for the first time fucking Granny yesterday, then about the same kind of great feelings I'd found in both my sister's pussies, while I was walking to the house. It seemed amazing to me, when I compared the experiences, how very little difference age in a woman makes in the pleasure she can give a man's cock, so long as she's a woman who enjoys fucking and has done whatever was necessary to keep her cunt in practice. Because, as I thought back on it, I realized if there was any difference between what I'd enjoyed with Granny and what I'd enjoyed with the girls, all of it had to be in Granny's favor.
My cock got hard just from my thinking about all that great fucking. So I was so busy thinking I wasn't whistling or making what I suppose is my usual amount of noise as I walked up on the house. Looking back later on what happened, knowing I hadn't intentionally sneaked up to the house was important. Because if I'd sneaked in, that would be like I'd hoped to find something going on, when actually such a thought had never crossed my mind.
Anyhow, just as I opened the screen door to the back porch, it hit me all of a sudden how quiet the house seemed. Maybe I did close the door more careful than ordinary, but I was just listening, curious like, to that silence inside there.
Then I caught the distant sound of squeaking bed springs and thought at first ma must be making beds, a chore the girls had ducked that morning by leaving so early with Granny. But then I noticed how steadily them springs kept up that squeaking and I knowed no part of bed-making set up that kind of steady squeaks. Kids bouncing on a bed might. Only there was no kids that size in our house. I couldn't think of but one other thing that might set up such a sound from a bed.
Suddenly I found myself feeling real funny, a strange kind of wonderment and excitement almost stopping my breathing. Right then I guess I started sneaking. I was barefoot anyhow, so I didn't have to walk too much different from ordinary to keep from raising any sound. I started tracking down that sound, like an old hound dog following up coon scent.
It led me straight to the door of my folks' bedroom. The door was almost shut but not latched. Just beyond it the sound of them steadily squeaking bed springs was real strong. I don't know exactly why, but I seemed hardly able to get breath through my throat into my lungs as I eased that there door open until I could see into that bedroom. Then I froze right there in the bedroom doorway, unable to believe my eyes.
My ma was on her back on that bed bareassed naked and that damned Abner was between her legs, just as naked, his ass really jumping as he hammered that big cock of his in and out of ma's cunt. Her hands were rubbing up and down Abner's back lovingly and she was making little kind of mewing sounds like it was feeling pretty good to her but hadn't got to the point of feeling really great yet. And the way old Abner was socking the cock to her it was plain he'd never last long enough to give ma a chance for it to get to feeling really great.
In a flash I decided if ma was gonna get disappointed anyhow, I'd just as leave see to it Abner got disappointed right along with her. Before he'd quite made it to start coming, I yelled, "What'n hell's going on here!? I'm a good mind to stomp all the shit right out of you, damn you!"
By then I'd got from the doorway to beside the bed and grabbed old Abner and he yelped like a egg sucking dog caught with fresh egg-yolk in his mouth. I drawed back a fist to hit him as I give the hair of his head a yank that jerked his big cock right out of ma's cunt with a wet, sucking sound like a cork coming out of a jug, and laid old Abner back across the foot of the bed. Ma grabbed her arms together across her luscious pair of pretty big tits, looking scared to death, and yelped, "No, Lukey, don't hurt him!"
Like I hadn't heard her, I yelled, "I'll learn you to come sneaking in here when all the men folk is gone and go forcing my poor ma to fuck you, damn your eyes!" I grabbed one of Abner's legs and hoisted him over my head by that leg and his hair as I vowed, "I'm gonna break your damned neck, for openers, and then-"
Ma cut in there, screaming at me, "It wasn't Abner's fault, Lukey! You hear, son? It's not like you think! The boy wasn't raping me!"
I stopped with Abner up there over my head like I was ready to slam him down across the heavy footboard of the bed to break his damned back. I glanced at ma and said, "You say he wasn't raping you? Then what 'n hell was he doing? He sure 'n hell wasn't making love to you. He wasn't taking time or caring a bit about making it feel good to you-that I know for certain from what I seen. He was just hammering away, trying his damnedest to get his nuts off as quick as possible, regardless of how little pleasurement he give you. That sounds like rape to me, ma, regardless of anything you say to protect him."
"He's not the world's greatest lover, that's for certain, Lukey," ma admitted, "but he wasn't forcing me. It was all my own idea, actual matter of fact. He come to borrow a cup of sugar for his ma, and I asked him to come back. I figured if your pa could go tomcatting around trying to keep all the widows in the county happy, the least I'd ought to have for my part would be Abner."
I said, "But you'll get so damned little satisfaction with Abner it ain't worth you taking the risk of getting a bad reputation, ma. And he's got a big mouth."
Ma nodded and murmured, "I know. He's been bragging to me about fucking Granny. I already realized it was a fool thing to do. But there still was some satisfaction just getting back at your pa this way, regardless. And Abner bragging about it would be a help with causing embarrassment to your pa. But I couldn't stand having you hate me, Lukey. I was just thinking 'bout how you might feel if you was to-"
I cut in on ma, telling her, "You having human needs is no cause for me to hate you, ma. I know a woman needs fucking. And if pa's got a right to tomcat around with other women and don't take care of your needs, you got just as much right to find some outside fucking to make up for it to you. Only you ought to demand better'n pa gives you, not settle for something a lot less."
I tossed Abner down on the foot of the bed. While he was still bouncing on the springs, his big cock flopping, I told ma, "You'd get about as much satisfaction fucking a Spanish jack as you'll get fucking him. He'll leave you in worse need of a fuck than you was before you had him."
"I wanted to do something to get back at your pa more'n I was really in need of geting fucked," ma admitted. "But it was starting to feel pretty good."
"And he was just about to shoot his wad and wilt and leave you with nothing but your own finger to finish up what he'd started," I declared.
Ma give me kind of a coy look and lowered her eyes as she murmured, "Do you know where I might find someone better?"
Instantly Abner protested, "That's no damned fair, Aunt Hattie! He butted in on me and Granny yesterday an' Granny wouldn't hardly give the time of day afterwards. And besides that, it ain't decent!"
"Look who's talking about decent!" ma exclaimed. "I seem to recollect you bragging to me only a bit ago about how you'd been fucking Min since you was twelve and she caught you jacking off and told you to save it and come see her every time you felt a need like that."
"But Min's only my stepma," Abner protested. "We ain't actual blood kin, even if she did raise me. My pa's first wife was my actual-for-real mother. You know that. So my ma and me fucking ain't like you and Lukey. And 'sides that, you asked me in, so it ain't fair-"
I interrupted Abner, declaring, "So she can ask you right back out any time she's convinced you ain't man enough to do the job she needs a man for. Either you remember all the learnin' Granny tried to give you and start using it-"
Abner cut in angrily, insisting, "I've kept my ma happy 'thout all that messing around wasting time like Granny said a feller has to do, damn it! And I never heard no other guys talking 'bout wasting all that kind of time loving up a gal and all before they got down to the real serious fucking. I figure Granny could be different'n most women or it could take her longer getting her steam up because she's gotten older-"
Right there ma cut in on him, suggesting, "Or she could just know more about what a woman ought to be able to expect and demand of any man fucking her than most women do. Lots of women never in their whole life have had a man make them come, not even once, so they don't know that's what they'd ought to expect; don't demand it. Instead they just take whatever little bit of good feeling they do get before a man starts coming and try to ignore the frustration and nervousness they feel afterward and feel thankful for the crumbs of pleasurement they did get. Thet's all your ma's been doing."
"That ain't so!" Abner exclaimed. "If Lukey was to fuck her, I bet she'd tell you I make it feel one hell of a lot better with my cock the way I fuck than he can with his little thigh the way Granny thought was so great. I bet she'd even rather have a fuck from me with my cock than have Lukey eat her pussy like he ate Granny's. A cock like mine is something not many men have and the thing women go for most. Them with shrimpy little cocks like Lukey's go in for all that waste of time tit-sucking and cunt-licking and all trying to make up for not having a cock the size women really love and need, like mine." He smiled proudly.
Ma said, "You're real sure about that, are you, Abner?"
Old Abner came right back, confident as hell, "It was feeling real great to you, wasn't it, Aunt Hattie?"
"How close were you to coming?" ma demanded.
"Real close," Abner admitted.
"Then it wasn't feeling all that great," ma told him, "because I was only beginning to get warmed up a little. I'd have needed a sight more'n you'd give me to even get close to anything I'd say felt great. I'm sorry, boy, but whether you believe it or not, you need lots more than just a big cock to make sex great for a woman. A sight more important than the size of a man's cock is the size of his patience and his pleasure in giving a woman lots and lots of warm-hearted loving before he even begins fucking her, as well as while he's fucking her, and then after he's fucked her. That warm-hearted loving is what really turns a woman on. Just warm-hearted loving can get a woman worked up so hot she'll come without ever being fucked. Did you know that? But no man in the world owns a cock that can make a woman come all by itself without any help from some warmhearted loving. Without some warm-hearted loving, even the hottest-blooded woman seldom if ever can manage to come, regardless of the size of the cock fucking her. It's that warmhearted loving that makes sex fantastic for a woman, not the size of the cock in her, and the more warm-hearted loving she's given, the more and the harder she comes."
But Abner whined, "You're only saying that 'cause Granny's your ma and that's the kind of stuff she spouts. I bet if Lukey even knows enough about women to get my ma to fuck, he can give her all that warm-hearted lovin' stuff like you say and when he's finished she'll still tell you a fuck with my big cock is at least ten times better. I bet you anything."
"Like what?" ma asked. "What'll you bet?"
"Like if I win," Abner proposed, "I can come over here and fuck you, or you'll come to our place, every time Uncle Amos is gone, like today. And I mean fuck you my way, without none of that messing around wasting time or letting you climb on top of me or any of that cunt-licking or other stuff like Granny likes."
"And like what if you don't win?" ma suggested. "What if your ma says she likes Lukey's kind of fucking best? What then?"
"She won't!" Abner declared confidently. Then he frowned, as if struck by some sudden doubt. He added, "But if she did I guess I'd be extra careful just to keep quiet about this whole thing, like try to forget it. I sure as hell wouldn't have nothing I'd have temptations to brag about. If that's worth anything."
"You've got a bet," ma said.
Abner asked, "So now can we finish up what Lukey butted in on?"
Ma smiled, gave me a wink, and said, "Only if we do it Granny's way, you letting me call the signals. If I'm gonna bother trying to get even with Amos, I'd just as well get the most I can out of it, 'stead of just letting you add to the frustration he started."
"What do you mean?" Abner asked uneasily. "Now see here, Aunt Hattie, I ain't about to lick-"
"Tits are all I'll trouble you to lick," ma cut him off. "Now get stretched out here on your back, or else forget it."
Cousin Abner started moving to do like she said, so I got out, leaving them to it, and headed for Min's place.
CHAPTER TWELVE
My Aunt Minnie came out of her house to meet me as I crawled through the fence between our horse pasture and her sideyard. Like Granny she'd spent time going to school and working on the outside and she sometimes wore clothes that scandalized even my ma, to say nothing of most other hill country folk.
Min was wearing one of the most scandalizing of all the outsider-type clothes she owned as she walked to me: a bright bikini. There was about enough to the halter part to barely cover each nipple of her two big tits. And south of that was another patch of the same bright cloth hardly big enough to cover the lips of her cunt. It left about half her cunt-hair uncovered.
I'd never seen her in it before. We did have television, so I'd seen women in bikinis before on TV, if not in the living flesh, but even TV hadn't prepared me for a bikini like Min's. I think her bikini made her look more naked than she'd have looked had she been baby bareassed naked.
I stopped short and stood there gaping at her. Min asked, "Have you seen Abner anywhere, Tarzan?" She was the only one in the family who ever called me that, but she'd heard about the school kids' nickname for me and thought it was "cute" and started using it. Even Abner never called me that because he knew I'd smash him if he tried it. But I couldn't very well smash Min. Besides being my father's baby sister and therefore my aunt, she was a girl and a damned pretty girl, at that. She was just about old enough to be old Abner's big sister instead of his stepmother.
And was she ever stacked!
Anyhow, I managed to find my voice. At first it came out more like a croak than like my normal voice, but I managed to make her understand me as I responded to her question by telling her, "I been in the corn field choppin' weeds, Min; I never seen nothing of old Abner there."
"I wonder where he could've disappeared to?" Min murmured.
"Anything I can help you with?" I asked.
She gave me kind of a searching, speculative look, then said, almost like she was thinking out loud, "My, how you have grown; you really do look like a Tarzan. Maybe you could-"
She broke off, giving me another narrow-eyed, searching look, then declared, "I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't help me even better than Abner If you wouldn't mind?"
I smiled, recovering from the effects of my first sight of Min in that bikini, and said, "My pleasure."
She chuckled and reached a hand up and rested it on my shoulder, making her big tits threaten to spill free of that skimpy halter, as she marveled, "You look like you've outgrown even my big brother. Aren't you bigger than your daddy?"
"A mite," I admitted. Then reminded, "You needed some help, you said?" I think I managed to sound cool enough but my throat felt tight with a wild excitement.
Min said, "I want to take a sun bath and I need help rubbing oil into all my skin so I'll tan evenly and won't burn. Would you be a dear and do it for me?"
I gulped and nodded. Aunt Min took my hand and led me into the house and through it and out behind it to an area she'd had walled off for complete privacy. There was even a stout gate and an equally stout lock on it to ensure that privacy against intrusion. She kept two big German shepherds in the fenced backyard surrounding the area. But I'd never even stopped to wonder, before she showed me in there that morning, why Min seemed to take such pains to ensure so much privacy.
As she locked the door behind us, however, I had a sudden hunch what her thing about privacy was all about. I waited, hardly breathing, as Aunt Min turned from locking the gate and walked to the center of the enclosure where she had a blanket spread in the sunshine. She stretched out upon the blanket laid over a soft carpet of thick lawn grass. As she settled herself, she said, "Get my bottle of body oil over there on the bench, will you, darling?"
I brought the bottle to her and she patted the grass beside the blanket as she said, "Now will you be a dear boy and spread some of it across Min's shoulders and rub it in until it disappears?" So I spread the perfumed oil over her shoulders. I'd never really noticed before what lovely, feminine shoulders Min had, just as I'd never before really noticed what nice tits she had before my first glimpse of them in that bikini. I guess I'd really never looked at her before because she'd been Min to me and not a tasty bite of feminine dessert. But Granny and my sisters had gotten my eyes open to female loveliness wherever I encountered it. So I found my whole body vibrating with a strange, wild kind of excitement as my hand rubbed oil into Min's smooth, tanned skin.
I hadn't finished oiling her shoulders when she suddenly told me, "Untie my halter strings whenever you're ready to move lower. I want the oil spread evenly all the way down my back, you see."
The excitement already boiling inside me began steaming harder. My stiff cock got even stiffer, acting determined to force its way through the cloth of my overalls. I had trouble untying the strings holding Min's bikini halter, my hands were trembling so. When it fell free, she murmured, "That's better."
She turned her head suddenly to look straight at me, asking, "Why don't you get out of those sweaty clothes and take a sun bath, too? Or maybe you'd rather take a shower first?" She gestured to a far corner of the enclosure that I hadn't really noticed before, pointing out, "There's a shower right there."
I protested, "But I can't take no shower with my clothes on, but there's no walls around that thing. I'd shock you and you'd likely tell pa I'm awful if I was to just skin off my clothes and walk in there naked as a jaybird right in front of you. No tellin' what pa'd do."
"That's silly," Min scolded softly. "You have a beautiful body and you'd ought to feel proud to let someone like me who appreciates beauty admire it. I'll never tell your pa if you don't tell on me. He'd be scandalized about me letting you rub that oil on me."
I knew that was gospel truth. Pa thought tomcatting after women no blood kin to you was any real man's natural way. Even fucking his mother-in-law fit into his code with no problem on account of she was no blood kin either. But I'd heard him hold forth about how he'd reform the white trash fathers the law hauled in, now and then for fucking their own daughters or nieces or sisters, blood kin.
I thought on it as I smoothed oil on down Min's lovely back. I wondered how I'd been so blind as never to've seen before what a lot of woman this young aunt of mine truly was. Just rubbing her back with my hand excited me so much it made my cock ache.
I worked my way down to where the bottom of her bikini crossed her smooth brown ass. I started to jump to the luscious cheeks of her ass below it, but she stopped my move, quietly directing, "Don't skip." She put a hand to the side of the bikini, gave a tug, and it came apart. She said calmly, "Throw it out of your way."
Because I didn't know anything better to say, I asked, "I'm rubbing the oil in the way you want?"
She purred, "I've never had it done so well before, Lukey." The way she forgot the nickname and called me by my own name made what she said sound convincingly sincere to my ears. She went on quietly, "You've got such wonderful hands, for a man. Such gentle hands, for so big and strong a man. Such completely masculine hands. Such sexy hands. Hands I'd love having caress my body all day." A low, sexy chuckle rippled out of her, then in a husky whisper she added, "Better yet, all night."
I felt so excited I was sure my whole body must be vibrating so you could see it. I began spreading more oil below the point where I'd left off, on down over Min's lusciously beautiful ass. I damned near strangled just trying to keep pulling enough air into my lungs through my excitement-tightened throat.
I moved from the cheeks of Min's lovely ass to the outside of her upper thighs, just below her hip joints. I got the skin oiled along the outside and back of both legs clear down to her knees. I had a feeling if I just tried working on down her shapely calves, she was going to kick about my skipping that area just below those luscious cheeks of her ass, the rear gateway to her loins and inner thighs where her shapely legs merged into her lower body on either side of her cunt.
Pride or something made me determined not to give her any such cause for complaint. So I pulled in all the breath I could force into my lungs, which wasn't too much; the seething excitement in me had created what felt like a steel band around my chest or a sort of paralysis in my breathing mechanism. Talk about breathless! Any other time I'd probably have been scared shitless at finding such a feeling in my chest. Right then, however, I just didn't seem to have time to think about it like it wasn't all that important, compared with what I was about to do.
I poured some more oil in my hand and thrust my fingers in between Min's legs, beginning to spread the oil there at the rear door to her cunt. Almost immediately she moved her legs slowly apart until they were spread wide and I could see the bottom edge of her cunt-hair.
Lordy, I felt like I might be going to come in my pants, I was so steamed. I was probably wheezing as I struggled to get the breath in and out of my frozen lungs. My damned hands were trembling so much it was all I could do not to spill the oil.
Taking plenty of time I cautiously slipped my fingers down into that crease of velvety skin where Min's shapely left leg joined her lower belly. I spread oil over it good and then slowly and very gently rubbed it in even better.
I got more oil, then thrust my fingers even deeper into that hot crease of flesh. Suddenly I felt that lower fringe of her cunt-hair brushing against my knuckles, but Min wasn't protesting. Lazily she murmured, "You've got really great, great hands, Lukey lover. You know something? That name the other kids call you Tarzan? I'll never be able to call you that again. Somehow it simply doesn't fit the lover I know you are or can be. Are you a great lover too, love?"
I muttered, "I wouldn't know 'bout that. I reckon you'd have to be the one to say how to answer that." I didn't add anything else.
I began rubbing in the oil up there next to the bottom edge of Min's cunt-hair and at about the third pass my fingertips made through that exotic crease a low gasp came out of her, sounding breathless. I knew I wasn't the only one getting thoroughly steamed and that gave me a feeling of strange satisfaction.
I kept sending my fingertips back down into that soft, hot crease of hers and suddenly Min murmured breathlessly, "Your hands feel so ... delicious!"
So I kept right on rubbing the oil into her there with a feather touch of my fingertips and the longer I rubbed, the more of a problem Min seemed to be having with her breathing. That skin right up there next to the bottom of her cunt felt so soft I got afraid if I rubbed it too long, even with a feather touch, I might make it sore. So I switched to the soft, hot crease where the other leg joined her lower belly. By the time I had the oil rubbed in thoroughly there, Min was panting audibly, even though she'd buried her face in one arm in what I took to be an effort to muffle the sound.
I finally decided I'd given that area enough attention and started spreading oil down her inner thighs toward her knees. But her head came up instantly as she asked, "What are you doing, Lukey?"
"Oiling the rest of your legs," I said innocently. "That's what you wanted, ain't it?"
She put her head back down, face in her arm, and didn't answer. Before I'd finished oiling the rest of her legs and feet, her breathing had quieted. I finished her second foot and sat back on my heels, leaving the next move to her.
Min rolled over almost instantly. Her skimpy bikini parts stayed where they had been on the blanket and she lay stretched there before me naked as a baby. She was watching me quietly. So I tried to act just as casual as she seemed, tried to keep any sign of the raging hunger I felt blazing inside me from showing in my eyes. But, man oh man, how I wanted to fuck that sweet aunt of mine right then. I managed to hold myself in, however.
Maybe she was testing, curious to see what I'd do. Anyhow, she suddenly gave me a quiet smile and murmured, "You're so much better controlled than most men I've known. So cool and mature and gentle. You really are something. And here I've wasted so much time because I thought you were merely an overgrown -" She interrupted herself again sharply, declaring, "How I am rattling on! Don't mind me, love. Go ahead with your job. Oil the rest of me exactly like you've oiled my back."
I went at it, spreading oil over the skin covering the front of one ankle, then the other. It wasn't easy to keep from staring at Min's luscious cunt as I oiled my way up the front of her shapely legs.
She'd spread her legs after she turned over so that her cunt was moistly open, the inner lips completely visible. I had a feeling her cunt was watching me. I wondered why the hell merely looking into it like that seemed to excite me so?
As I spread the oil higher along the fronts of Min's luscious thighs, I noticed the closer my hand got to her enticing pussy the faster she seemed to start breathing. In fact, her breath finally began sounding ragged again as my hand neared her cunt.
In contrast, the wild excitement that had almost strangled me earlier seemed to have settled down somewhat. I felt that I could take command of Min exactly like I'd discovered I was able to do with the girls; I liked the idea. It seemed to strengthen my control.
My hand brushed against her cunt-hair again as I spread the oil on one side of that V of dark curls, then on the other. I rubbed it in good, then spread oil through the cunt-hair itself and rubbed it into the skin below, giving Aunt Min's little clitoris a workout in the process. Her breathing was more than just slightly ragged before I finished that.
I rubbed the oil into Min's luscious cunt, or into the muff-covered skin on both sides of her cunt to be absolutely exact, until I had a feeling if I gave her about two more strokes she was going to come. Instead of letting her have that relief, I abruptly jumped to one of her long graceful arms and spread oil over it, then worked the oil into the skin.
I worked my way up to her shoulder and armpit, then switched to her other arm. When I reached her other armpit, I didn't pause but went right ahead spreading oil over the soft, brown skin where the roots of her tits began. I rubbed it in lightly, enjoying the way that made her whole tit jiggle and dance.
I didn't let on, however, how enticing the sight was to me. I leaned over and gave the area under her other armpit the same treatment. That luscious, big tit jiggled just as nicely for me.
I figured Min thought my next move had to be oiling the skin of her tits themselves. Instead I oiled the skin covering her ribs on both sides and took my own damned sweet time rubbing it in like I was blind to the attractiveness of her ripely luscious big tits.
When I finished her sides, I spread oil over Min's flat lower belly, my hand brushing the upper boundary of her V of cunt-hair. As I started rubbing it in, she brought both her hands up and cupped one of her luscious tits in each of them, asking, "What's wrong with these, lover?"
I drawled, "Wrong? You got to be kidding! Those two are twins of perfection."
"Then why are you ignoring-" she began.
I interrupted, "But a smart man always saves the very best of everything to the very last."
She frowned slightly, evidently unable to offer any effective argument to that idea. I went on rubbing oil into her lower belly. Finally she murmured, "When you do get around to these, they need twice as much oil and twice as much rubbing as the rest of me."
"Oh?" I murmured.
She explained quickly, "It's necessary in order to keep my breasts young and fresh and full and the skin covering them soft and pliable and full of vitality."
I said, "Let's give them four times as much oil and rubbing, if that'll help do the job! As beautiful as those two are, they'd ought to be kept fresh and young forever!"
It was obvious that pleased Min. She said softly, "Your loving hands can fill them with the joy of being alive; make them feel fresh and youthful. So be sure to give them special attention."
If she'd only known what great plans I'd started making long before for giving those beauties special attention with more than my mere hands. But I played it cool and didn't jump at her invitation. I finished spreading oil over all the rest of her belly and even her chest between those two luscious tits and rubbed it in good.
Long before I finally moved my hand to Min's first tit, her nipples were both rigidly erect with excitement. But they grew even harder as I spread oil lightly over first one tit, then the other. The first time my fingertips brushed across the puckered skin around the base of Min's left nipple, she moaned softly. As I kept on, her breath began getting ragged and noisy again.
I finished rubbing the oil into all the other skin of her tits and returned to her nipples to begin a second application. When I'd rubbed the oil into the taut nipples and the puckered skin around their roots, I began squeezing and pulling and rolling them between thumb and finger gently.
In no time Min was panting like she'd been in a hard footrace. I remembered what Granny'd told me about her amazement that so many grown men seem totally ignorant of the fact that a woman's tits actually are a major sex organ. My experience with not only Granny but with both my sisters and now with Min sure was all the proof I needed of the truth of what Granny'd said about the importance of giving tits proper attention. Before a man has actually done his full part as a man and can rightly figure the time has come for his fun of fucking a woman, he owes a woman that tit-teasing to get her ready too.
Like she'd read my thoughts, Min gasped breathlessly, "Oil them again and rub it in good, lover. Lord, but you have the greatest hands I've ever felt. You do more for me just with your hands than most men I've ever known could manage to do with-"
She broke off, but I knew she'd meant to say, "with their cocks!" To reward her for her kind words, I applied more oil, then cupped a lusciously ripe tit in each hand and began stroking and pulling the nipples together. Min moaned and began making her naked ass wriggle upon the blanket. It was obvious to me, green as I was, that I could fuck her any time I liked.
I wanted to make her go really wild with hunger for the feel of a cock in her cunt, however. I'd had enough good ass from Granny and my sisters in the past twenty hours that I could hang onto myself and wait.
I took my hands away from her tits abruptly and sat back on my heels. Instantly Min protested, "Don't stop. They need a lot more attention."
"I'll have all the skin rubbed off both nipples if I don't give them a rest," I told her.
Breathlessly she suggested, "Then maybe you'd like to kiss and lick and maybe even suck them a little to cool them off and make them all-" She interrupted herself again, demanding suddenly, "You would enjoy kissing my girls, maybe sucking them a little, wouldn't you, lover?"
I nodded, admitting quietly, "They look delicious."
Her eyes watching me grew brighter with excitement and she breathlessly suggested, "Why don't you taste them?"
I felt proud of myself, the way I controlled my soaring inner excitement. Coolly I said, "Well, you're my father's sister, my aunt, and you've trusted me to behave myself, and I figured you might not feel I was behaving myself if I tasted those beauties. I figure you probably never let anybody except very special people taste them and it don't seem likely an overgrown kid like me, and your own nephew at that, could be that special."
Instantly Min sat up, her tits both dancing as she faced me, declaring emphatically, "Oh, but you're so wrong, Lukey! Haven't you heard a thing I've been telling you about how great your hands feel on my body? You may just turn out to be the most special, special man I've ever known. Don't ever again put yourself down as just an overgrown kid. Men twice your age could learn things from you about being a real he-man with a woman!"
I let my voice drop to a bare whisper and told her, "If I sucked your two beauties, I'd want to -" I broke off like I couldn't quite make myself say it.
Min instantly whispered, her voice as low as mine and sounding a lot more filled with fire and excitement, "You'd want to fuck me? Is that what you were about to say, love?"
I nodded and murmured, "You'll probably hate me."
Her hands rushed up to catch me by the head affectionately. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me, her feverish lips plastering wetly over mine, her tongue thrusting into my mouth to seek and twine with my tongue. She broke the passionate embrace to gasp, "You precious darling, I wouldn't hate you for wanting to fuck me; I'd love to have you fuck me. Don't you know that's why I asked you to spread the sun-tan oil on me in the first place? Why don't you get your clothes off?"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Deep inside I chuckled, feeling pleased with myself and my success in playing my green kid part so convincingly. I wondered what sweet Min would have thought if she'd known I'd come there from my house for the sole purpose of fucking her, just to prove to old Abner he wasn't the only one who could do it. And to prove, as well, that although I might have started later than some, I was learning about women faster than most. And I'd been having pretty good luck with this technique of letting them chase me until I caught them, rather than coming on strong and obvious, thereby fulfilling what supposedly is the real he-man's part.
So I hung onto my inner urge to whip off my clothes and jump in between sweet Min's luscious legs just as fast as I could make it. Instead I told her sort of shyly, "I'm all sweaty from choppin' weeds. As clean and sweet-smelling as you are, you wouldn't want me getting very close very long. And I take a long time when I-" Again I broke off like I was bashful about saying "fuck a girl," but Min got the complete thought.
She said breathlessly, "I just knew you'd be like that. I've been dying for a man who's good for half an hour or more in the saddle, instead of falling over backward like a rabbit from two to not more than five minutes after he's gotten started."
If I hadn't already known it, I'd have been certain after that description that she'd been fucking old short-fuse Abner. But I didn't let on.
Min grabbed my hand and jumped to her feet, urging, "Come on. I told you right at first you could take a shower! Freshen up. I'll take one with you!" she exclaimed with a sudden giggle, sounding like a mischievous schoolgirl. Eagerly she began unbuttoning my shirt.
I said, "Pa'd kill me if he ever found out. You know his views on fucking blood kin."
"You and I aren't going to make any babies," Min declared. "Thank God for the pill! And fucking blood kin isn't any different from fucking anyone else so long as there's no chance of a baby getting made. Your pa just hasn't changed with the times. But that's his problem. We won't tell him who he can fuck and he'd better never try telling us. Besides, what he never knows won't hurt him or us."
She had my shirt clean off and was getting my overalls down by then. They was hung on my stiff cock, sticking out like a ramrod trying to poke a hole through the material, but Min managed. A minute later she had me stripped off naked as a jaybird. One of her hands closed around my cock like it was a handle and she led me by it to her outdoor shower.
As we stepped from the grass to the slab around the drain, Min put a hand on the water-control knob, then glanced at me, asking, "Is this shower really necessary?"
I told her brightly, "Granny says a good lover practically always winds up sweaty after making love, but he never ever gets in such a rush he begins operating before he's took time to wash himself squeaky clean all over." (I sure didn't fancy the taste of sun oil).
Min sighed, declaring, "Granny's right as usual. Nothing turns a woman off quicker or colder than a man who expects her to make love with him when he stinks!"
She sent a torrent of water shooting down upon us. Then she grabbed a big hunk of soap and began lathering me up. When she finished me, I started on her, starting on her back. As I lathered Min's lovely brown shoulders, I rubbed my lower belly and the throbbing hardness of my rigid cock against the curving softness of her ass.
Min shoved her ass back against my hard cock eagerly, then started to turn herself to face me. But I gripped her shoulders, didactically suggesting, "Why don't we let it simmer just a little longer?"
Min gasped in a protesting whisper, "Lukey, love, if I'm just simmering now, I don't know whether I can stand it when you get me really boiling!"
I chuckled, enjoying the good feeling of the luscious cheeks of her ass rubbing against my cock, and spread lather downward over her lovely back. When her back was lathered, I sent my hands in under her armpits, toward her big tits. Min's elbows came springing outward, opening that area to me invitingly. I knew she wanted me to reach on around in front of her and cup those tits in my hands and pull her nipples for her again like I'd done while I was rubbing the suntan oil in. But again I played the waiting game and lathered her ribs first while she panted and ground her ass against my cock.
Then I stepped back and started to lather the cheeks of her ass, but Min wheeled before I could stop her, grabbed me by the cock again and began tugging me toward the blanket, not even taking time to turn the water off, as she gasped, "I can't wait a second longer, love! I'm so hot I'll die if you don't have mercy and not tantalize me any longer!"
She wasn't kidding. My back had hardly touched the blanket before Min was climbing astride me. I didn't fight it, of course. Did her big, ripe tits ever look delicious as they hung down invitingly in my face? She brushed the rigid nipples back and forth across my lips impatiently, urging, "Taste them, lover! Go ahead and taste them!"
My hands caught those sweet beauties and brought the nipples close together' so I could suck both of them into my feverish mouth at once. Lordy, how I'd been aching to do that! But I think Min had been aching for it even more because instantly a long, low, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came trembling out of her. And her fiery cunt came slamming down hungrily, the hot crack plastering over my hard cock wetly.
She came off my cock slightly, the educated lips of her cunt found the head of it, and she gave a hard shove that sent it plunging into her to its roots. And as my cock was swallowed up by her ravenous cunt, my luscious aunt started acting like she was blowing her mind. She started screaming and struggling over me like a wild woman, riding me like she was trying to pound my ass into the ground. I hung to her luscious tits and sucked like mad while she seemed to come harder and harder, her gasping, strangled screams growing louder and louder. She was so caught up in her sudden storm of passion she'd forgotten I even existed. At least she'd forgotten about all of me except my cock, which she kept hammering in and out of her greedy cunt, and my mouth and tongue creating floods of sensation in her tits to multiply the sensation in her cunt.
Abruptly she stopped the wild hammering, switching to sliding my cock in and out of her blazing cunt in long, smooth, slow strokes. Her gasping screams had died down into strangled little moans which were coming from her almost continuously. I realized suddenly she'd stopped coming; her fiery cunt was no longer milking away at the hardness of my cock as it had been. But I realized, too, that she already was on the verge of starting to come again.
If what Granny'd told me was true, that the sweet sweat of passion which lubricates a cunt flows in direct proportion to the pleasure the owner of that cunt is experiencing, Min was really turned on by my cock because her cunt was really sopping with her slippery love-honey. That sure didn't break my heart. Her reactions worked on me exactly like Granny's had, making me feel more man-sized the wilder she got. Fucking my sisters had been great, but it hadn't really done anything for my ego because they'd both been as new to fucking as I was. But Granny and Min had both known a few cocks in their time, had both been fucked by guys with bigger cocks, guys who supposedly were master lovers. So their reactions to me gave me a feeling of standing taller in direct proportion to their experience and the enthusiasm of their reactions. The feeling of standing taller was almost better than the sensations the fucking itself gave me.
Min began mixing other movements in with the long, slow strokes. She'd grind her belly against mine, making her cunt rotate around my cock and probably creating a lot of friction on her clitoris. Then she'd switch to thrusts so short only the head of my cock moved a fraction deep within her. When she did that I could feel the head of my cock rubbing past something deep inside her up near the roof of her cavern of mysteries. Whatever it was felt sizzling hot and moist and gave my cock's head a caress each time it went sliding past.
It obviously felt good to Min too because each time the head of my cock came together with whatever it was caressing deep inside her cunt, she'd gasp and moan like she was being powerfully pleasured. I got a hunch she wasn't far from her second come. I hoped I'd get some inspiration about how to make that second come even better for her than her first had been.
Before I could do any thinking on it, however, Min suddenly stopped all her movement on my cock for just a moment as she braced herself and jerked her tits away from my mouth, taking me by complete surprise. I found her looking down at me with an almost grim expression of determination. She began milking away steadily at the tingling head of my cock with something deep inside her cunt that really felt terrific to me, making the pressure of dammed-up sensation and excitement in my belly really zoom.
The way Min's face was drawn as she looked down at me it was obvious she was feeling the same terrific kind of tension. She looked like she was in real pain. Through clenched teeth she vowed, "We're taking this trip to the stars together, Lukey, love! You're not sending me roaring away into space alone again! See?"
I brought my head up off the blanket as I made a sudden grab for her tits with my hands. I caught both of them and before she could get them out of reach again, I sucked both excited nipples back into my mouth, turning on the suction and nibbling them lightly with my teeth. At the same time I shoved my ass up off the blanket, driving my cock into Min's loving cunt a little harder and deeper.
The combination of sudden added stimulation worked. Min's head rolled back on her shoulders, a wild, trembling scream coming out of her. Her sweet ass began struggling over my cock even more wildly than before. Our bellies began coming together with slaps that sounded like applauding hands. Her screams kept sounding more strangled, more breathless, more pained and frantic.
You talk about feeling tickled! She'd done her damnedest to hold off and force me to come with her, but I'd taken the command away from her, I'd triggered her and she'd been helpless to resist my move, despite all she had on me in experience. I felt twelve feet tall. I knew I was giving her a fuck she'd never forget and knowing that gave my ego a greater boost than the fuck itself, great as that was.
And it really was great. Waves of fiery sensation were heaped up in me like one of our mountains being swept by a forest fire, the savage fierceness of it actually beyond any really effective description. I felt it trying to swallow up my senses, trying to trigger off an explosion through my cock that would relieve the sizzling inner pressure.
But I had my head set on convincing Min for all time that one thing I sure as hell was not was a green, overgrown country kid. Even if I actually was. But Granny'd give me an advantage I meant to make the very most of.
So I tried another trick Granny'd told me about, forcing my mind away from all that sensation boiling around in the head of my cock and in my lower belly, forcing it away from the pleasure Min's wildly working cunt was trying to make my stiff cock feel. I thought about high dives I'd made that'd thrilled me, about fights I'd won against other guys, about anything exciting I could dredge up, anything exciting, that is, except fucking. It wasn't easy, but I struggled.
Hard as I struggled to keep my mind fixed on thoughts of other kinds of intense excitement, however, awareness of the almost overwhelming sensations in my cock kept breaking through. Min's cunt was on fire and the way all the muscles inside her cunt kept milking at my cock was really something else. Trying to ignore that was real torment!
I finally was about ready to give it up and just relax and enjoy the gigantic come I felt unable to hold off a second longer. But just before the trigger got pulled that would've started the pumps in the roots of my cock throbbing, Min gave one last sighing little scream and folded up on top of me. She lay there struggling for breath and her heart was pounding like a blacksmith's hammer. The sweat bathing both of us made her tits and belly stick to my skin like there was glue between them.
I let her catch her breath, then started making the head of my cock jump deep inside her. Min stirred, then in an unbelieving voice murmured, "It's impossible, but that cock of yours still feels good. I've never come even once in my whole life before like you've made me come two times in a row. And I think I could come for your magic cock again, you lover you!"
A devilish impulse shot through me. I asked, "You mean cousin Abner's never made you come like that?"
Sounding more disgusted than words could tell, Min exclaimed, "I'll throw rocks at that damned Abner! He has a horse-cock and uses it to fuck like a damned rabbit. From now on you're gonna get all my business, love."
She raised her head off my chest wearily and gave me a wondering look as she murmured, "If I'd only known about you a long time ago, love, I'd never have wasted any time on Abner. Although maybe the poor kid can't help being like he is; he fucks exactly like his pa did before him. Only thing I can say for either of them is maybe ... just maybe ... having a man like them is some better for a woman than having no man at all. I'm not right sure, though. When a woman's got no man at all, she keeps looking. She feels she's got a right to keep looking. Just look how my having Abner almost made me miss discovering you, and you almost right under my nose, too. I just can't get over what a natural born lover you are, yet I almost-" Min broke off shaking her head. She gave her cunt a little wriggle on my cock, then murmured, "You really make a simple fuck something phenomenal for a girl! You're so patient, so gentle, and you've got such incredible staying power and control. And you've got me feeling like coming again!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Aunt Minnie raised herself over me again on hands and knees and backed off of my cock until only the head of it was still gripped by the inner lips of her luscious cunt. I made the head of it jump so that it worked up and down through those feverish lips of hers and a gasping little moan came out of her.
I gathered her twin beauties between my hands and sucked her taut nipples into my mouth as I gave her another loving twinge with my cock. She groaned louder and the slackness that had been in her face disappeared as it began looking tense again with the pressure of rising sexual sensation. But it still surprised me to see her face get like that; she sure as hell didn't look like someone being pleasured by a freight of great sensations. But the body language flowing between my cock and her cunt told the real story of her true feelings, regardless of how pained her face looked.
I began sucking her tits hard and licking them with rapid swirling movements of my tongue; that brought another long, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" gasping out of her. It sounded so much like she was in awful pain that her being over me where she was perfectly free to stop whatever was being done any time she liked was reassuring as hell to me. If I'd been on top of her, so I more or less had her pinned down under me, and she'd uttered a sound like that, I'd have been scared shitless I'd done something that'd hurt her.
Since that time I've piled up a pretty good record of experience fucking various girls and women and I've become unshakably convinced that giving your female love partner that position over the man has many advantages. For one, the freedom the woman has in that position seems to multiply the sensation she feels and enjoys. Therefore she comes like she just never can come with the man riding her and limiting her freedom of movement. I guess men who have strong secret doubts about the reality of their actual manhood feel threatened and get all hung up about the idea of laying for a woman and letting her do the riding. All I can say is I feel sorry for any man who's so unsure of his manhood he feels he's got to try proving something by riding a woman whenever he fucks her. His lack of faith in his own manhood just might be one of the reasons women so seldom come for guys who fuck like that.
Another important reason women seldom come for guys who grab the saddle whenever they fuck is the fact that a woman's tits are almost entirely out of reach when a man's over a woman. And my experience has proved beyond all doubt that what Granny told me about the vital importance of mouthing and tonguing a woman's tits while she fucks is true. Fucking them that way, I've made more than one woman come until she like to went out of her mind although she'd never in her whole life come before.
Anyhow, Min sent her luscious ass driving downward like having only the head of my cock in her was killing her, and plunged my cock into her sizzling cunt as far as she could make it go. Our bellies came together with a slap as another long, strangled, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" straining out of her. She ground her luscious tits down against my mouth and began riding me gently, her lovely ass moving steadily in a series of retreats and thrusts, stroking my cock in and out of her cunt like it felt indescribably delicious to her.
I could feel the pressure of fresh excitement building in her fiery cunt like a charge of electricity. Having her respond to me like that triggered a surge of fresh excitement, of intensifying sexual tension, within my tingling cock and whole lower belly. I knew that this time I was going to come and burning anticipation filled me.
Min began stroking my cock in and out of her steaming cunt harder and faster. I started sucking and licking away at her tits harder. She began moaning like she was being tortured.
Again I felt the start of a change in the lining of her cunt that I'd learned was a dependable signal of the fact a woman was about to come. I'd felt it in Granny's cunt, I'd felt it in my sisters' cunts, and I'd felt it twice before in my Min's sweet cunt. I was learning.
My own inner pressure shot upward in response, like the fire'd been built hotter under my boiler. I began wondering if I was going to manage to hold off until Min triggered off coming again. I just wanted to keep myself in good enough control to wait until then. Min wasn't making that easy, what with the little gasping scream-like cries coming out of her steadily. The sounds of those cries seemed to shoot the pressure of roaring inner excitement up in me almost off the scale.
Finally Min was struggling over me frantically. The breath going in and out of her sounded a good deal like the breath of a wind-broken horse, a painfully rasping and ragged sound. Then a scream that sounded like it came from someone in awful pain began coming from her twisted lips. But she just hammered our bellies together harder, driving my cock into her cunt just as far as she could make it go again and again and again as she screamed in a kind of mindless frenzy of passion. She was riding me wilder than she'd ridden me either of the other times I'd made her come.
Her scream raised higher, abruptly sounding more anguished than before. That instant every muscle in Min's whole lower belly, from the outer lips of her sizzling cunt gripping the roots of my cock on inward to the farthest depths of that hotly wet sheath surrounding the whole length of my cock, began milking away at my penetrating hardness.
Talk about sensation! I'd had it! I began coming too, like I was trying to catch up with her. My cock began making like a flamethrower, spraying all the sensitive inner surfaces of Min's sizzling cunt with burning jet after jet of my special napalm. Her scream began sounding like she really was being killed, but instead of trying to get her cunt away from there, she wriggled it on my cock frantically, grinding her belly against mine even harder than before.
Actually, though, I was only vaguely aware of her screaming or of the wildly frantic way she was riding me. Because my senses were reeling, almost swamped by sensation. I felt like I was teetering on the brink of blacking out. I was running wild, completely out of control.
So I can't actually give you all the details about that phase of the experience because I'd be only guessing if I tried. I'd never been that near to being clear out, yet still hung onto the tag-ends of consciousness. But my consciousness was limited to a world that consisted of only my pumping cock as it continued to struggle in and be deliciously surrounded by the fire of Min's pulsating cunt. That was all there was to my world right then for a spell.
Finally as the pumps in the roots of my cock began letting up, Min again collapsed upon my chest and that kind of ended it. My cock lay still in her suddenly quiet cunt as we both laid there struggling for our breath.
Finally Min whispered, "Lordy, I only wish there was some way I could just keep you all to myself. I'd probably fuck myself to death, but at least I'd die happy. You're really too much, lover Luke."
I murmured, "You just be sure to tell Abner that."
She raised her head up off my chest, gave me a quick, searching look, then demanded, "Why Abner?"
I told her, "Because he as good as said I was too dumb about women to ever win myself a chance to fuck you. That's why."
Min stared at me like she couldn't believe what she'd heard, then with a low kind of gasping laugh she exclaimed, "Why, you're awful! You came here with your mind made up to fuck me, but you made me think sex was the last thing-" She interrupted herself as usual, chuckling, "I just didn't know the half of it when I said you're really too much. You not only fuck like a master, you act out a part and string a girl a smooth line like a super-master. And you had me thinking I just might be actually getting myself a true cherry there for a while until you mentioned things Granny'd taught you."
Min brought a hand to my head and mussed my sweaty hair affectionately, repeating softly, "You really are too much!"
Another thought hit her and she asked, "Where'd you see Abner last, incidentally?"
"Just before I come over here," I told her.
She corrected, "I asked where, not when?"
"In my ma's bedroom, fucking ma," I said calmly.
Min looked startled, then frowned, shaking her head, and murmured, "Poor, poor Hattie! Settling for Abner when she's got you right under her own roof."
"She was doing it to get even with pa for tomcatting off across the county after some young widow woman," I said.
With sudden excitement Min murmured, "Hattie'd get even a lot better, the way your hidebound pa feels about blood kin fucking, if she'd only kick over the traces and indulge herself in a really great adventure with you. I think I'll just plant a bee in her bonnet."
But I told her smartly, "Just leave the bees alone, if you don't mind. Let me see what I can manage all on my own. If Abner can do it-" I broke off as another thought hit me and made me chuckle suddenly.
Min frowned, asking, "What's so funny?"
"Just a hunch," I told her.
"Tell me about it," she persisted.
I shrugged and murmured, "Old Abner had you all set up for me, didn't he? Never giving you any real satisfaction. He'll probably have mom all set up for me, too."
"You naughty boy," Min chided teasingly, "you aren't fooling me now. You just want the excitement and the challenge of seducing your mother all on your own. You're looking for a conquest, just like most other men."
I rolled over on one side so that Min came off me and down on her side upon the blanket as I told her, "A man looking for a conquest doesn't give a damn whether or not his victim likes what he does or not. All he's after is his own satisfaction. I've got my sights on one hell of a lot more than that, just like I did with you. Have I treated you like a conquest?"
I pulled away, my slippery cock sliding smoothly out of her despite her sudden clamping down with her cunt muscles in an effort to hold me. I chuckled as my cock slipped free of her tender trap, rolled back the opposite direction, came up on my feet and headed for the shower.
* * *
Half an hour later I was back home. Abner was gone and mom was cleaning house furiously, acting edgy and tightly wound, exactly like I'd expected. I got some cookies and milk and sat down at the kitchen table, watching her fly around like she was spinning her wheels with a head of sexual steam that wouldn't quit.
Finally I said, "Mom, you ought to get out in the sun some every day, like Min does."
Mom snapped, "Your father doesn't provide me the kind of money I'd need to hire someone else to do my cleaning and other dirty work, the way Min's husband's insurance money provides for her."
I munched on a mouthful of cookie and milk for a moment, then asked, "How long's it been since you went swimming or something like that just to have a good time?"
Kind of grimly, mom snapped, "Who'd take me to do anything like that just to pleasure myself? I ain't no widow woman. Men only invite widow women or young single ones on those kind of outings. And my husband-"
I interrupted, suggesting, "Let me make it up to you, all that my pa should do with you and for you but don't."
Ma stopped what she was doing and turned to give me a sharp, searching look. Before she could say anything, I asked, "How long's it been since you did something as exciting and adventuresome as skinny dipping at the swimming hole? Granny does it all the time with me." I neglected to add that Abner usually was along too, like he'd been yesterday. "If it's all right for your ma, why don't you have a little fun and excitement too, once in a while?"
Ma's eyes all of a sudden got kind of bright and funny. Almost under her breath, as if really just to herself, she whispered, "Amos'd have him a shit hemorrhage and fall over in it if he ever learnt I'd kicked up my heels a little like that."
She glanced at me sharply again and when she spoke, her voice was somewhat colored with amazement as she asked, "Granny goes skinny dipping with you boys?"
I nodded emphatically. "All the time!"
Ma thought on it a moment, then like she feared someone else might hear her, she whispered, "I'm gonna do it! I'll show your pa he ain't the only one can have themselves some fun! Come on, Lukey!" Ma whipped off her apron, tossed it on the kitchen table, and headed for the door. Her voice sounded eager and was raised to normal tone when she declared, "What's sauce for the old gander is also sauce for the goose and it's high time I started."
* * *
Ma tripped along like a schoolgirl on the way to the river. She chattered like one, too, bubbling with excitement. About the only thing she didn't touch on with her chatter was my catching her letting cousin Abner fuck her that morning. I got the feeling she was feeling a little skitterish about that, like she wasn't real certain how I actually felt about it.
When we got to the swimming hole, ma got kind of coy; told me I shouldn't look while she undressed. So she found one place in the underbrush of the surrounding woods that gave the privacy she seemed to feel a need of and I went off a ways from there and got undressed. I didn't waste no time shucking off my clothes, but ma beat me into the water.
Not more than a second after I heard her hit the water, I went diving off the bank too. I went swimming along the bottom through the crystal clear water until I sighted mom's long, tapered legs not far ahead. She was sure as hell a well-stacked woman and I wondered why in hell pa'd go tomcatting off after other women when he had mom's kind of feminine lusciousness at home. Of course since then I've found out the need all humans feel, men and women alike, for some variety in their sexual diet, exactly like they need variety in what they eat and drink. The high quality of food or drink can't keep too much of the same thing from becoming monotonous and kind of bland, which can be avoided by indulging in a reasonable variety, which tends to sharpen your taste and increase your appreciation for your regular diet.
Anyhow, I headed up and sent my head shooting in between mom's gorgeous, long legs just as my feet touched the sandy bottom. I straightened up, catching mom on my shoulders and shooting her up out of the water astraddle my neck. As my head came out of the water, I heard mom's startled but delighted shriek.
I ducked sideways and sent her flying back into the water. Another excited yell came out of her as she flew toward the water. It was chopped off as the water closed over her. An instant later she surfaced, less than an arm's reach away. Mom's ripe, full tits were thrust out invitingly toward me upon the surface of the water, both nipples rigid with excitement.
Sight of those taut nipples, understanding what their rigidity was saying in silent body language, shot shivers of wild excitement through my lower belly. I reached out, unthinkingly, and cupped mom's luscious tits in both hands.
A startled expression flashed through mom's sweet face as my hands closed gently around her heavy, ripely full tits. She didn't make a single move to pull them away, she just said, "Lukey, baby, what must you think of me, carrying on with you this way?" She sounded breathless.
I told her honestly, "I think you're about the most beautiful, most deliciously attractive woman in the whole world, mom. And I think you're going to enjoy carrying on with me one hell of a lot more than you did carrying on with old Abner. Granny and Min'll both tell you so."
"But do you feel it's right-" mom began but broke off, seeming to forget what she'd been about to ask as her wide-eyed gaze dropped to my lower belly and stiff cock, just below the surface of the clear water. Sounding kind of like in a daze she added, "My, you've grown so. I really hadn't realized just how much, before." I realized she actually was marveling at the size of my rigid cock, not at the size of the rest of me. In her eyes my cock didn't seem to look little, even though she'd had cousin Abner's horse-cock in her only hours earlier. Her eyes seemed fascinated by the sight of my cock standing up smartly at attention down there. Without taking her eyes from it she murmured, "Do you really feel it's no different for us than it was with you and Granny or Minnie?"
I said, "I don't think a cock knows it has a ma or a cunt ever remembers it's had a son. Now that we got B.C. pills so there's no danger of making babies, I think them that love each other most oughta be free to love each other however they feel like. Don't you think so?"
Ma glanced up briefly with a tentative little smile, still making no move to draw her luscious tits away from my hands, which I'd kept cupped around them. Then she glanced demurely back down to the water as she murmured, "I'd rather die than do anything that'd make you think the less of me, precious."
I gave both mom's luscious tits a little squeeze with my cupped palms as I told her lovingly, "Don't you worry your pretty head none about anything like that, sweetie. I'll just love you all the more because you trust me this much and like what you see when you look at me enough you want to let me enjoy the treat you only care about giving a real man."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Mom glanced up at me again with a long, searching look. Finally she said uncertainly, "But I sure made a mistake trying to treat Abner like a real man. He left me feeling worse, more wound up and fit to be tied than your pa had going off tomcatting after-" She broke off, suddenly shaking her head, murmuring, "I don't know. I just don't know. I do know what other folks'd think."
I said philosophically, "We spend too much time worrying about what other folks think. What other folks think don't matter."
"What does matter, then?" ma wanted to know.
"What you think. How you feel. What you want to do," I advised her. "Granny says-"
Ma interrupted, nodding her head emphatically, "I know what Granny says. She's been at me for years, saying I oughta cut loose and live a little, just like your pa always has."
I said, "Don't the water feel great to your body?"
Ma closed her eyes, sighing shakily, "That water ain't all that feels great to me, Lukey, sweet."
I suggested, "Then why don't you just relax and let yourself enjoy whatever feels great to you? After all, if your own body ain't your friend, what else is there in this life you can ever trust to do you wrong? Trusting your own body not to steer you wrong is better'n worrying what other people think who really don't give a damn about you and what's best for you. Don't you think?"
"Oh, I'd like to!" mom exclaimed breathlessly.
"Try it then," I urged and again gave both mom's luscious tits a loving little squeeze in my palms as I said quietly, "You like that, don't you? You really feel an actual need to be touched like that, to be caressed. Don't you?"
"Oh, yes, sweetie, yes!" mom admitted with a breathless gasp.
"And you feel another need to touch and caress in loving return. Don't you?" I suggested as I moved my hands suddenly to mom's armpits and drew my fingertips forward, caressing the swelling sides of mom's delicious tits from their roots to their very tips, her rigidly excited nipples. I gave both nipples a gentle, loving pull as I said, "You may be feeling surprised at yourself, mom, but you're feeling like you'd like touching me, too. Like to return some of the pleasurement I'm giving you so it becomes shared pleasure, mutual pleasure. Right?"
She answered that silently, her hand moving suddenly to my stiff cock and closing gently but firmly upon its hardness. She looked away briefly, blushing, but she didn't let go. After a moment she began stroking my cock's hardness lovingly.
Still blushing, mom raised her eyes with obvious effort to look into my eyes as she murmured breathlessly, "You're certain you don't think I'm shameless, precious? No other needs of mine nor anything else is important enough to me to risk having you think less of me, sweetheart."
"I love you all the more, sweet mommy, for trusting me enough to take whatever risk there might be in sharing yourself and your goodness with me this much more," I told mom earnestly. "Just stop worrying about it and let yourself go. Give yourself over to sensation. Let yourself enjoy the way our bodies will love and communicate with each other. Forget everything else. Trust your body and trust me."
I gave mom another caressing stroke from the roots of both tits forward to her taut nipples, ending it by giving those nipples another gentle pull. That brought a low gasp of pleasure out of mom. Her hand began stroking my stiff cock a little faster.
I brought my caressing fingertip forward again along mom's richly full tits, gave her excited nipples another loving squeeze and tug, brought another pleasured gasp from her. I released the stretching nipples, letting them snap back, and returned my fingers to mom's armpits to begin another loving stroke. Right there she surprised me, suddenly gripping my cock's hardness again in the hand that had been caressing it, to guide the swollen head to the juicy warmth of her cunt's slippery lips. Lordy, but it felt good. It was my turn to do a little pleasured gasping.
Mom smiled, apparently starting to relax, perhaps accepting my suggestion that she give herself over to and trust the sensations of her own body. She began stroking the head of my cock up and down in that slippery, hot cunt of hers.
"Lordy, Lord, but you feel good to me, precious!" mom murmured suddenly. "I don't remember no other man ever feeling quite this good to me, ever! I feel as hot and giddy as an empty-headed little schoolgirl only just beginning to feel the power of her sex needs for the first time. I ain't felt so young and glad to be alive in years!"
My belly was atremble with my growing hunger to drive that stiff cock of mine to its roots into mom's juicy, hot lusciousness. I admitted, "I'm glad you're feeling that way, sweet mommy."
We kept on petting each other like that for another minute or two, both of us beginning to breathe raggedly. Suddenly mom said, "But it might be best if you didn't actually go you know- actually inside me. Don't you think? Couldn't you love me with your mouth? You know how to do that, don't you, love?"
A flash of disappointment shot through me, but I didn't let her see it. I told her quietly, "I'll love you any way you like best, mommy dear. Just don't you worry. Nothing's gonna happen that you don't want to happen."
Mom murmured, "It may just be me being silly, but I'm still just not sure it'd be right for me to actually fuck my own-" She broke off, finding it difficult to hear herself put into words what she actually was thinking.
I repeated, "Nothing's gonna happen that you don't want to happen. So just relax and enjoy yourself and don't worry. Trust me."
"Oh I do, precious, I do!" mom exclaimed. "I'd never forgive myself if I did something that made you feel I didn't!"
Again I repeated myself, soothing, "Then just relax and enjoy yourself and don't worry. Prove you trust me."
With a nervous little chuckle, mom admitted, "It's myself I'm not certain I can trust. Lordy, right now I'm just aching to feel you deep-" She interrupted herself again sharply, declaring, "But I still think it'd be better if you only loved me with your mouth. Somehow that'd seem better to me."
I'd learned enough about women not to bother arguing the matter with her, bad as I was wanting to get my aching cock into her luscious cunt. Instead I suggested, "Old Abner must've left you with a terrific head of sexual steam built up. Do you think some loving by my mouth might help relieve it?"
Mom's face lit up with hopeful excitement and she said, "Would it ever! Oh, Lukey, sweet, you just can't know-" as always, she broke off, but I got the message. As if trying to cover her inner turmoil, mom abruptly murmured, "You have such marvelous hands, son."
I nodded casually toward the grassy bank and a secluded place in the surrounding underbrush, suggesting, "You may have to teach me things. I'm no expert at sex of any kind, and 'specially not with my mouth. So you may have to wise me up as I go along."
Mom murmured, "That'll be a new experience, having a lover who's ready to listen to whatever I have to say about how things are feeling to me as we go along. Most men seem to think bulling along blind, strictly on their own, proves somehow what big men they are."
I wasted no more time, but stooped and swept mom up in my arms and waded for the bank as her excited laugh came rippling from her gaily. The way I was holding her, both her beautiful big tits were thrust up at me right there below my mouth. I tipped my head, bring my mouth to the nearest nipple. I sucked it in greedily. That brought a sharp gasp of pleasurement gusting out of mom. Her arms tightened with sudden fierceness around my neck, pressing my mouth against her excited tit harder.
I waded on out of the water, sucking and licking hungrily at mom's tasty tit while she nibbled at my ear, murmuring, "Your mouth's marvelous, too. I don't think there's much I'm going to be able to teach you, precious."
I laid mom down upon the carpet of rank grass in the sheltered cove of underbrush, bending with her as I lowered her so I didn't have to release her sweet nipple. With her stretched upon the grass and my knees on the ground beside her, I began teasing her other nipple between my thumb and finger. The pleasured moan that move brought out of mom told me plainer than words that I was beginning to get a good head of sensation worked up within her.
I switched nipples and mom began almost steadily as I sucked and licked with my mouth and pulled and caressed with my hands. Each time I'd change hands, as my mouth switched back and forth from one tit to the other, I'd send my free hand down to mom's cunt to caress her rigid little clitoris; that really made her moan. She not only moaned louder, her sweet ass began bobbing up and down upon the grass. I had a hunch she wasn't far from coming, what with the charge of unrelieved tension old Abner's short-fused cock surely had left in her added to the freight of sensation I'd been building.
So I moved my mouth away from mom's delicious tits and began kissing and licking my way south across her smooth upper belly. It was amazing to me how little age her ripe, slender body showed. At her belly button I paused, caressing it with the tip of my tongue. When I thrust the tip of my tongue into it, mom gasped softly and pressed her cunt upward harder against the hand caressing her clitoris.
I kissed and licked on southward over her taut lower belly. When I reached the upper fringe of her curly patch of cunt-hair, I had the breath running in and out of mom in noisy, ragged gasps.
I moved around between mom's long, lovely legs; she opened her soft, white inner thighs to me eagerly, pulling her feet up almost against the cheeks of her ass as she did. My stiff cock hanging from my lower belly all primed and ready shot into my brain the tempting idea that I could mount mom and shove it right into her sweet cunt to its roots before she ever realized what was happening or had a chance to resist it. I pushed the temptation aside. I knew I'd get that cock of mine buried to its hilt in mom's sweet, juicy cunt. But when I did, it'd be in her because she'd wanted it there so bad she'd been the one unable to resist the temptation any longer. I had a hunch I could make mom actually beg me to put my cock in her. I knew that when I got her passion built up that strong, then plunging my cock into her sweet cunt would feel a thousand times better than it possibly could if I was fool enough to try it before she'd got built up to that point. I knew Granny'd been right about patience being the master key that opens the very best a woman has to offer a man.
So I waited, bending my head to bring my lips to one of mom's upraised knees. I began kissing my unhurried way downward along her tender inner thigh. As I worked my way closer to the dewy nest of cunt-curls, down where mom's shapely thighs merged softly into her lower body, I began mixing long, caressing strokes of my tongue into the kisses, licking hungrily over the sweet, sensitive, velvety skin of mom's soft inner thigh.
When my cheek finally brushed against mom's nest of curly cunt-hair, a long, strangled sounding, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came gasping out of her and I could feel the feverish heat of her fiery cunt radiating up against my cheek. I could have put her off much longer by giving her other thigh an equal amount of loving attention. But I had a feeling that mom had been tantalized long enough. There was that unrelieved teasing old Abner's horse-cock had given her cunt before his short fuse set off his explosion and left mom up in the air with unsatisfied sexual hunger.
So I skipped any further preliminaries and brought my mouth down upon the feverish lips of mom's steaming cunt. She groaned like she'd been touched with a hot iron. Maybe you think that, didn't shoot a wave of excitement through me; every muscle in my lower belly had a spasm that made my hard cock jerk and throb nearly like it does when I come.
I pushed the vivid awareness of those sensations out of my mind with other thoughts, cooling them, then thrust my stiff tongue into the lips of mom's hungry cunt. That quickly, her whole lower belly swelled up and the muscles knotted hard as rocks with tension as a sharp scream tore itself from somewhere deep inside her.
I sent my tongue into mom's sizzling cunt just as far as I could make it reach beyond my lips. Another pleasured cry of anguish came from her. She grabbed me by the hair, apparently wanting to hold my mouth right there where it was. She pulled my face in so hard against her cunt I wasn't right certain she might not suffocate me.
I sucked breath in as best I could and kept on licking. I felt good, knowing exactly what to do next. Not long before I wouldn't have. But I wasn't a green, inexperienced kid any longer.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
While I kept licking away hungrily at mom's sweet cunt, I was searching with the tip of my nose for her clitoris. Her hands were gripping my hair so frantically I could hardly move my head, but I kept trying.
All of a sudden her clutching hands relaxed their grip a little as a great, sighing gasp came out of her. I knew I'd nosed out my sensitive target.
Before her grip on my hair could tighten again, I took advantage of my chance for freer movement, shifting my mouth from the steaming entrance of her cunt upward to that rigid little clitoris. As my lips closed around it and my tongue started stroking it as I sucked, mom really screamed. I was sure as hell glad our swimming hole there on the river was so completely isolated, with no other farm within a mile of it. Otherwise mom's scream would have sure been heard and probably brought some neighbor to see who in hell was getting kilt.
The passion of mom's responses to me had my own lower belly and cock atremble with burning anticipation and hunger. I clearly had mom really boiling. Her feverish thighs closed against the sides of my head and her feet came up off the grass abruptly with the obvious intention of locking her legs together around my head. I had a strong hunch she was teetering on the brink of coming. Probably the wildest come she'd ever in her whole life experienced, considering the freight of excitement she had heaped up inside her. It was time for my big move.
I jerked my head clear before mom's legs could get the hold around it that would've had me her captive, unable to do anything but continue lapping away at her fiery cunt. When she realized I'd escaped her, her eyes popped open and her voice sounded almost terrified as she protested, "Good lord, sweet precious, don't stop! Please don't stop now! I'll die if you don't help me-"
She broke off as I seemed to ignore her plea and stretched myself upon the soft grass beside her. She turned her head to stare at me as I lay there panting too, struggling to carry my own load of passion.
Suddenly mom was moving. Acting almost frantic, she mounted me with a rush. I caught her dangling tits as she settled on hands and knees over me. I sucked both nipples into my hot mouth hungrily. A trembling little scream came out of mom.
While she was still screaming, her cunt dipped downward to my belly, found the head of my cock expertly and gripped it. Then her ass came driving downward, plunging my cock into the fiery depths of her delicious cunt. Lordy, it was really something. I discovered that going into my own mother's cunt gave me a strange kind of charge I hadn't experienced when I fucked Granny or either of my sisters or Aunt Minnie. I was amazed at the indescribable goodness of the sudden storm of sensation that almost swamped me. I knew I really had a struggle ahead of me if I hoped to stall off coming until I'd made mom come until her cunt didn't have another come left in it.
I felt floods of hot love-honey pouring into mom's fiery cunt-sheath gripping the whole length of my penetrating cock. Her ass pulled away, drawing my cock outward through rippling rings of her cunt muscles. Lordy, what sensation!
Just before the head of my cock slipped out of her, mom reversed the direction of her ass's movement, slamming her belly back down against mine, driving my cock back deep inside her. A long, trembling, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" came out of her as my stiff cock went plunging back in.
When it was again buried in her cunt to its roots, she wriggled her ass, grinding her belly against mine, panting as hard as if she'd been footracing, her breath coming and going in ragged gasps. Then mom began long, slow outward strokes and fast, hard inward thrusts, bringing an almost continuous moan out of her which rose and fell and rose again. I kept gobbling her luscious tits greedily, trying to answer her sharp downward thrusts with hard upward thrusts of my own that jerked my ass off the grass. It felt so great I was really having problems keeping my cock cool enough that some unexpected movement wouldn't trigger it.
So I began filling my mind with all kinds of other thoughts. Thoughts of anything except that terrific load of feeling mom's frantic cunt was creating in my loving cock.
That became harder to do, however, as mom's thrusts became harder and faster with her mounting passion. She panted suddenly, "Lordy, lord, lover I've never in my life had fucking feel this good!"
I began sucking her tits harder, pulling her nipples, making them stretch and snap back, trying to make it feel even greater to her. A low, wavering scream came moaning out of her and her ass began bobbing so fast our bare bellies were coming together with a slap you could hear every time she plunged my cock back into the hungry depths of her cunt.
I felt the delicious pressure of sexual tension climbing near the danger point within me again, despite all my efforts to cool it. I struggled harder, determined to control it, determined to make her come until she didn't have another come left in her, like I'd managed to do with Granny and my sisters and Min. After all the action they'd given me, it seemed like maintaining that control should have been easier for me this time. Strangely enough I was finding that wasn't the case.
Abruptly I felt something like an electric charge flash through mom's sizzling cunt. Like a lightning flash before the clap of thunder.
When the thunder came, every muscle in mom's whole lower belly began straining desperately, milking away relentlessly at the hardness of my cock as she screamed and kept driving my cock in and out of herself. She was really coming! She rode me like a wild woman, screaming and between screams gasping, "Keep fucking, precious! Keep fucking! Please just keep fucking!"
One come ended, but its ending blended right into a new come's beginning. Mom was in such a frenzy I wasn't right certain she might not tear my cock clean out of her madly pumping cunt. Her fingernails were digging into my shoulders and every now and again she'd make a quick duck downward, bringing her teeth down for a nip. It seemed rather a mindless, involuntary reflex action and it had me jumpy, not at all certain she wasn't going to sink her teeth into me for a real bite the very next instant.
That did help distract me from the storm her fiery cunt had been pushing to the exploding point in my cock, however. So in a way I welcomed the distraction, however edgy it had me feeling. And it gave me the margin of control I needed; mom came a third time and then a fourth, one right after the other, before she showed signs of running down.
But when I relaxed slightly under her, letting my ass sink back down flat upon the grass, mom's ass instantly began a series of almost frantic gyrations, as if the greatest fear she still had was that I'd stop fucking before she was ready to stop.
Maybe just the thought triggered her; whatever, mom went screaming off on her fifth come and it seemed to me to last longer than any of the first four. I kept on faithfully gobbling away at her tits as she struggled and screamed ov ;r me, riding me furiously.
When her fifth come finally tapered off slowly and at long last ended, mom stopped her struggling over me. She opened her eyes as her face relaxed. As she looked down at me, her eyes looked almost glazed and dull, like she'd exhausted herself entirely. Wonderingly she murmured, "I just can't seem to get enough of your deliciousness, precious! I feel like I might actually be able to fuck myself to death, but still never feel I'd had enough of your sweet, marvelous hardness." As she said it, her arms and legs began trembling violently, threatening to give away entirely, obviously too weak to support her weight longer.
I suggested, "Rest yourself against me, sweetie. I'll roll you over on your back and I'll do the work for a while. How'd you like that?"
"Just don't stop fucking," mom whispered, a plaintive note in her voice. "It's still feeling too delicious to stop."
So I put my arms around her, pulling her tightly against me, flattening her luscious tits against my chest, and rolled her over under me. I came up on hands and knees over her.
"Please keep fucking," mom murmured, laying there limp as a sack on the grass under me. "It still feels so good I just couldn't stand to have you stop fucking. Please-"
Again she broke off as I began pulling my stiff cock outward, acting like she was holding her breath to see what I was going to do. When only the swollen head of my cock was still within the grip of mom's cunt, I checked the movement. I diddled the sensitive lips there at the mouth of her cunt, leaving her empty inside for a few moments.
Mom just lay there on the grass gasping for breath like an exhausted runner. Without warning, however, her legs suddenly raised, locked around my ass, and with a jerk sent my cock plunging back into her cunt to its hilt. As I felt the head of it touch bottom deep within her, mom was panting, "I'll die if you don't keep fucking me, precious!"
I started pulling my cock out of her again for another inward thrust, trying to start the fucking movements she'd asked for. But her legs still locked behind my ass tensed again, checking my movement. She seemed determined to keep me from pulling it as nearly all the way out of her as I'd done a moment before.
So I shoved my cock back into mom's cunt so hard I pulled her ass up off the ground under me a little. That seemed to send the head of my cock plunging deeper into her than it'd ever gone before, bringing a strangled gasp out of her.
Again I withdrew my cock as far as mom'd let me, then sent it plunging back into her harder than before. Again the momentum of my thrust lifted mom's ass off the grass, this time higher than before. It brought a long, breathless, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" out of her, but her locked legs didn't loosen.
I began stroking my cock in and out of mom's sweet cunt rhythmically, steadily, smoothly, using the maximum stroke she'd allow me. Under me, mom began wriggling her ass again, her movements becoming more frantic the longer I fucked her. I wondered if she'd actually manage to come again?
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
I almost jumped right out of my skin when suddenly a voice behind me said, "I had a hunch I might find you two hereabouts!"
I'd been totally unaware that any other human was even in the same county with us, much less anywhere nearby. I almost jerked my cock out of mom as I whipped my head around in startled surprise. I found Granny standing a few feet away watching mom and me with a knowing little smile. Brightly she said, "Hi! Mind if I join you?"
Without waiting for any response from mom or me, Granny began shucking off her clothes. I protested, "I haven't got mom satisfied, complete and total, like she needs. What do you expect me to do for you?"
Granny chuckled and said, "You're a two-gun man, ain'tcha? Just gimme your tongue or your cock, whichever Hattie ain't aimin' to keep occupied!"
About that fast, Granny had her clothes stripped off and got down on her knees beside us, looking down at mom as she exclaimed, "He's really a great fuck, ain't he, Hattie? This here Luke's got rare natural talent as a woman-lover. I bet you ain't never been fucked like he's just fucked you. And you know somethin' else? You ain't never had your pussy et unless Luke's et it for you! Which one do you want, his cock or his tongue?"
Ma kind of whined, "I ain't yet been able to make him come. I can't quit and leave him like that. I've had that done to me so often I'll never do it to someone I love."
Granny said, "Yeah, ain't he really wonderful! No rabbit blood in this Luke, lover. He's got stayin' power most women only dream about some man having. When he finishes a girl off, she knows she's been lovingly but thoroughly fucked. So why don't you just let him keep his load to use pleasuring me while he pleasures you some more with his great tongue?"
Ma said, "I'm so weak I don't think anything but my ass still has the strength to move."
"Then just lay where you are and gather up some strength while Luke gets me charged up for a blast-off," Granny directed cheerfully. When I didn't move, she added, "Get on your back, lover! Don't keep on trying to fuck your poor ma to death. Let me take over."
I glanced down at ma to make sure what she wanted. She puckered her lips, making a kiss at me, and murmured, "It's all right, precious. I was just trying to make you come before we stopped. But I've never felt more completely satisfied in my whole life."
So I pulled my cock out of ma's cunt and flopped upon my back nearby. Almost before my shoulders touched the grass, Granny was astride me. Her experienced cunt found the head of my slippery cock, saturated with a coating of hot juices from ma's cunt, and an abrupt thrust of her ass sent me plunging into her hot, slippery cunt to the hilt.
Granny's feverish cunt closed around my cock, clinging to the whole length of it caressingly. It felt, just as ma's cunt and Min's had, that of all the men in the entire world, her cunt had been made special just to fit my cock alone like a finely tailored glove. Yet all three of them had fucked several other men in their time, I knew. I had already begun recognizing what an never-ending marvel and mystery, as well as an indescribable delight, the physical coupling of a man with a woman really is. I realized I most probably wasn't the only man the cunts of those three had created that special feeling for, that quality of apparent exclusivity, each cunt having experienced a goodly number and variety of couplings with other cocks of all sizes. The adaptability that has been built into the design of a woman's cunt, I've come to realize more the longer I've lived since that time, is one of the greatest miracles of inventiveness found in nature. A penis is a rather mediocre invention by comparison. Yet the penis owners do all the bragging and the owners of those marvelous cunts usually are equally marvelously quiet and modest about their unique possession. Stupid male head-shrinkers even have elaborate theories about most women having hangups caused by penis envy!
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I gathered Granny's luscious tits between my hands, brought her taut nipples to my mouth and sucked them in. A pleasured groan came out of her. She ground her belly against mine, making her cunt wriggle around my penetrating cock, then began stroking it in and out of her steadily.
Within a couple of minutes I had Granny sounding short of breath and her face beginning to look drawn with a load of inner tension. I was beginning to read signs well enough to know she wasn't far from her first come.
I glanced sideways at ma. She was sitting up now, watching us, her eyes beginning to burn again with a strange excitement the sight seemed to be raising in her.
I pulled my mouth away from Granny's tits. Her closed eyes popped open as she protested, "Don't stop, love! Don't stop!"
I suggested, "Ain't it time ma got back into the picture?"
"Lordy!" Granny exclaimed breathlessly, "I don't know if I can wait."
"You'll wait or do without," I told Granny quietly. I gestured to ma. "Come on!"
"Where?" ma asked wonderingly.
Granny said, "In front of me, back to me, astraddle his face with your cunt so he can get at it with his mouth and tongue."
Ma looked uncertain and murmured, "Lukey did that to me a little bit when he started loving me and nearly drove me out of my mind before he stopped. I've never had it done to me before. I don't know if I can stand it."
Granny said, "You can stand it. But I almost can't. Hurry up, Hattie, so I can get on with this delicious fuck before I go out of my mind. Hurry up!"
So ma climbed astraddle my head. When she was in position, I suggested, "You might reach behind you and tease Granny's tits with your fingers to take the place of my mouth."
So ma began fingering Granny's tits and I began licking ma's cunt. She and Granny both began moaning. Ma wriggled her cunt against my tongue and Granny was wriggling her cunt around my cock, riding me faster and harder all the time.
I thrust my tongue as deep as I could make it go into ma's cunt, giving her a real French kiss. A sharp gasp came gushing out of her. Her hands abandoned Granny's tits, forgetting that responsibility to make a grab for my hair. She clutched my hair frantically, pulling my face up hard against her quivering cunt.
I twisted my head away from her cunt enough to remind her, "You've got to tease Granny's tits if you want my mouth to stay busy making it feel good for you down here."
Ma jerked her hands away from my hair, again reaching back to Granny's tits. To reward her, I kissed and licked into her cunt again as deeply as I could make my tongue go. And the tip of my nose found her clitoris. A strangled little scream came out of ma. Her hands came flying back to my hair.
That time she caught herself, however, sending her hands back to Granny's tits without having to be told to. Behind her, Granny was riding my cock a little wilder all the time and she was beginning to scream and take on more than somewhat, too. The excitement of one seemed to excite the other. Almost quicker than I can tell it, both of them shot their wad, yelling and gasping as they came; I had the two of them on a wild trip to the stars! I really felt proud of myself. And considering the fact that it was my very first attempt at such a feat, I didn't do too badly, if I do say so myself.
When mom's first come on my mouth finally tapered off, I began sucking and tonguing her clitoris. Behind mom, Granny was still coming like she was out of her mind. Her excitement seemed to help me charge mom back to the point of a new explosion very quickly. As mom went into orbit with her second come on my tongue, Granny's cunt stopped its first long series of frantic pumping. But mom's frenzied coming seemed to excite Granny and I had her coming her second time before mom's second started tapering off.
So with one of them helping me renew the other's sexual steam pressure each time a come ended, I managed to keep both mom and Granny blasting off into fresh orgasms time after time until they both finally were too worn out to come again.
That was when both my sisters showed up there at the swimming hole looking for us. Fortunately I had a stiff cock all hot and ready for the girls. They insisted I take both of them at one time, like I'd just finished doing with mom and Granny. It felt damned good, knowing by then from experience that I was man enough to take care of such an assignment without any problems. Knowing I'd never again have to worry because my cock wasn't quite as big as some. Knowing that my long, slow-burning fuse far more than made up for whatever I'd thought I lacked in cock size.
While my sisters skinned their clothes off, I left ma and Granny stretched exhausted upon the grass while I dived in for a quick swim to freshen up.
