How far will some people go to achieve those things that are important to them? A question as old as man. And as long as people have goals they feel are important, other people will be sacrificed for the sake of those goals. Examples can be found everywhere that the end justifies the means for people whose personal achievement, or success, is the only thing that really matters. That others suffer because of it is inconsequential to them.
WILLING WILD WIFE is the story of a young woman, Anne Dickinson, and the sacrifice she must make for her husband, an ambitious new farmer who allows nothing to interfere with his goals. George Dickinson is unconcerned about what he will do to others, including his wife, so long as his farm is a success.
WILLING WILD WIFE, a startling story which contains a warning for us all. A novel which answers many questions, but which leaves many more still unanswered.
The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Anne looked out the big window and sighed heavily. It was a huge vista, a clear blue sky and acres and acres of golden wheat swaying gracefully in the breeze. When she had first moved to the farm with George she had found the sight beautiful. Now all she felt was boredom and disgust.
She poured herself a brandy, though it was barely two thirty in the afternoon, and walked into the living room, stretching out on the couch. She sipped steadily from the glass as she slowly raised her skirt with one hand, then yanked down her panties. This was her only solace during the long dull days.
George had been up at the crack of dawn, as he would be for the next several months until the crop was finally harvested. With him gone she didn't get her morning fuck any more. And by the time he got home late in the evening, he was too bone-tired to be any good in the sack.
Anne gently combed her fingers through her fine, thick thatch of cunt hair, smiling dreamily. She would tease herself mercilessly, working up to a heart-rending, .. agonizing need before bringing on a climax. That was her favorite strategy for getting herself off.
"Uuummmm," she moaned as her finger brushed against her swelling clit, which was beginning to protrude, hard and distended, from its protective sheath.
Vivid images of lust and depravity flashed through her mind as she began to slide her fingers up and down her greasy cunt slit, from her pulsing clit over her sopping cunt to her quivering asshole.
"Jesus!" she groaned, her bare ass squirming into the scratchy upholstery of the couch. She was envisioning herself being ravished by the dashing, fearless leader of a band of blood-thirsty pirates on the high seas. She could almost fee the swarthy brute forcing her thighs apart, leering above her, his gold earring flashing in the dim light.
"Ungh!" she prodded her fat cunt labes, then spread them wide. "Yes!"
She was visualizing his big cock now. Nearly a foot long, it was thick and gnarly with pulsing purple veins. He would lean over her and press his mouth to one of her gigantic tits, sucking on it hard, nibbling at the sensitive flesh.
"Ungh!" She reached up with one hand and began to pluck at her stiffening nipple, which was sticking out through her light cotton blouse. "Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me!"
She pulled and scratched at her sensitive tit meat, digging her long nails into the skin as she slid the fingers of her other hand round and round her slick pussy hole.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she whimpered, rocking from side to side.
Now, in her daydream, the virile pirate lifted his head from her tit meat and reared back, preparing to ram his gigantic, pulsing fucker up her squirming cunt. "Aaaaaaaah!"
She slammed three fingers up her churning pussy all at once, the exquisite pleasure of having a full cunt almost unbearable. She lowered her other hand from her tits and began madly diddling her throbbing clit as she pistoned her fingers in and out of her spasming pussy in a rapidly accelerating fuck pace.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh!" thrashing from side to side, howling at the top of her lungs, she came and came and came and came, each orgasm overlapping the preceding one, shaking her to the core, providing the thrilling, nerve-wracking release she craved so badly.
And then it was over. She could no longer keep the image of her pirate demon steadily in her mind. Her clit was so tender from her rough handling and the repeated orgasms she had experienced that she had to stop squeezing and mashing it. Cunt juice dribbled lavishly from her pussy hole down into her ass crack, puddling, then soaking into the fibers of the couch.
For several moments she just lay there, breathing slowly, her body numb from her extended ecstasy, feeling heavy and immobile. Then, in the midst of her semi-dazed recovery, there was a loud rapping at the door.
"Oh God! Who the hell could that be?" she grumbled. She wanted to rest up and then get off again. Next time, she would be raped by a whole brigade of Roman centurions.
Wearily, she pulled up her panties and smoothed her skirt. Then she got up and tottered toward the door, jerking it open.
The man on the front step was youngish and slick-looking in a seedy sort of way. He was very handsome, with deep-set eyes, a strong jaw, and wavy black hair. But there was something slightly disreputable about him. Black stubble was beginning to show on his cheeks and chin, and Anne noted the shiny spots at the elbows of his jacket and the knees of his pants.
"Good afternoon, Ma'am," he said in a pleasant, smooth voice, eyeing her and obviously liking what he saw.
"Good afternoon," Anne replied, her lips still slightly swollen, her eyes lids heavy from her session.
"Well, I must say, Ma'am, when I was first assigned this route, I wasn't too pleased. No sir. Thought I'd miss the big city lights. But if I'd 'a known I'd be calling on ladies as pretty and sophisticated as yourself, why, I'd 'a counted my blessings then and there and jumped at the chance to go."
He smiled broadly at her, his teeth glistening brightly, then stuck out his hand. As Anne extended hers and he clasped it, shaking it vigorously, he said. "Phil's the name. Phil Marsden."
"Anne, Anne Dickinson," she replied, smiling back at him. "Just what are you selling today, Mr. Marsden?"
"Why, brushes, cleaning aids, pots and pans. I'm sure I've got just the thing to ease your work load for you. But I must say, Ma'am, by the look of those soft, elegant hands of yours, it don't look like you do much scrubbin'. You got a maid?"
"You flatter me," she giggled, coloring slightly.
She knew it was a cornball approach he probably used on all the farm wives. But then, it was kind of fun to flirt this way. She didn't have to tell him she was a born and bred city girl, a New York debutante who had fled high society at the tender age of eighteen to marry her earnest young farmer.
"Won't you come in, Mr. Marsden?" She flashed him a suggestive look. She had never been unfaithful to George, but she certainly liked to flirt. It made her feel young and sexy and alive.
Marsden returned the look and she noted with excitement that a bulge was growing in the crotch of his pants. She felt her pussy spasm.
"Uh- before you start with your demonstration, Mr. Marsden, can I offer you some refreshment?"
"Why yes. Something cool would be nice. Mighty hot outside today."
"I won't be a minute," she said, smiling seductively at him, licking her lips.
She walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, pulling out a pitcher of orange juice. Then she made for the bottle of vodka in the top cabinet above the stove. As she reached for it, she suddenly felt his presence.
He was standing behind her, breathing heavily. He paused for a moment, then reached under her upraised arms and grabbed her tits, cupping them in his warm palms.
"Ssshhh . . . just relax," he murmured, leaning forward and. nuzzling her ear.
It was, after all, what she secretly hoped would happen. Her heart beat wildly and she could feel his cock pulsing through their clothes, against her ass.
"I saw you through the window before I knocked," he whispered, tweaking her tit. "You're a very sexy lady, and it's obvious you aren't getting enough cock. I'd like to help you out."
He rocked forward, pushing his crotch more forcefully into her ass. Anne nearly swooned with excitement.
"Please don't," she said softly. But they both knew she didn't mean it.
He whirled her around so she was facing him and kissed her hard on the mouth. So starved was she for this sort of attention that she automatically parted her lips, letting him slip his probing tongue inside her mouth.
She moaned and pushed her tits against his chest, thrusting her tongue out and lashing it against his, squirming and humping at him. The frenching was exciting her wildly and she could feel her pussy churning, could feel her thick, syrupy cunt cream oozing from her pussy and wetting the crotch of her panties.
Phil Marsden was making low, growling noises in his throat as he explored Anne's sweet, warm mouth with his tongue. It had been a long time since he had gotten his hands on such a pretty woman and his lust was building rapidly, the telltale aching in his balls driving him crazy with need.
He smoothed his hands down her back and over her firm, rounded asscheeks, kneading the supple flesh there, luxuriating in its springy, youthful curviness. Then he bunched up her skirt, exposing her long thighs and panty-clad ass so he could thrust his hand under the waistband of her bikini panties and grab a handful of warm, succulent ass flesh.
Anne sighed, then sucked passionately on his pistoning tongue. Her pussy was juicing heavily now and she couldn't wait to feel his big prick rammed up her cunt tunnel.
Pulling her mouth from his, she looked up at his lust-ravaged face and rasped, "take me to bed now! Fuck me!"
She reached back and grabbed his hand, wrenching it from her ass. Then she tugged on it as she inched away, leading him out into the hall toward the bedroom.
It had been easier than he had anticipated Marsden's ego swelled with knowledge that he was irresistible to women. He followed her into the large, clean bedroom, dark and cool, with the shades and curtains drawn, and watched as she let go of his hand and climbed on the bed. She looked up at him standing there in the doorway and smiled as she unbuttoned her blouse, letting the halves hang loosely, teasingly, over her tits as she unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, then threw it across the room.
As he stared intently, his cock bulge enormous, his desire at its peak, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties and yanked them down her ass and thighs, smoothing them down her shins and off her feet.
"Oooooh, shit!" Phil groaned at the fabulously erotic sight of her puffy pink cunt mound with its rich covering of curly brown pussy hair.
"Like it?" She pried apart her outer cunt labes, exposing the rich inner cunt meat to his gaze.
"Christ!" he gasped, and he kicked off his shoes and tore off his shirt and pants, leaping on the bed with her, pushing her onto her back and roughly ripping aside the material of her blouse so he could get his mouth on one succulent tit mound.
"Aaiiee!" Anne yelped as he sucked hard on one nipple, pulling it into rigid arousal, sending sharp stabs of pleasure down to her fluttering stomach and pulsing clit.
"Ooooh, yeah, suck!" she groaned, writhing beneath him, bucking her cunt mound up against his thick pulsing prick.
She had glimpsed his cock for a brief moment before he had thrust himself on her, and she had noted with a thrill that it was not unlike the pirate's cock she had been fantasizing about earlier that day, long and thick and ridged with bulging veins.
As he continued to suck passionately on her tit, he lowered his hand, wedging it between their bodies so he could curl his fingers in her thick cunt muff.
"Aaaaah!" she gasped, the onslaught of sensations embroiling her in a whirlwind of seething passions and emotions. She clasped Phil to her, digging her fingernails into the back of his neck as he began to lave the moist flesh between her tits, then sink his teeth into her plump tit flesh.
She whimpered and moaned, delirious with the remarkable feeling he was arousing in her with his rough sex-play, suffering with her overpowering need to feel his thick wedge of cock meat rammed up her wildly pulsing cunt.
"Ungh!" she groaned as he stuck his stubby finger up her sopping pussy hole, rotating it and stirring up the hot tangy cunt cream inside.
"Jesus, you're wet!" he groaned. Then he unsheathed his finger from her slick cunt tunnel and rolled off of her, pulling himself to a kneeling position.
Grabbing his thick prick at the root, he shook it over her face, a few drops of cleat, sticky pre-cum dripping from the bulbous head onto her lips. She shot her tongue out and scooped up the slimy stuff, delighted by the tangy salty taste.
There was no mistaking what his gesture meant. He wanted her to suck his cock and she was willing, eager, to do so.
"Mmmm, that looks damned good," she said, and she leaned over toward him and pulled his hand from his thick prick root, replacing it with her own. Then, tossing her thick brown hair out of her eyes, she lowered her face over his big fucker and kissed the rubbery purple knob.
Phil groaned, the exquisite eroticism of the moment playing havoc with his emotions. He ran his fingers through her soft, thick hair and clenched and unclenched his asscheeks with building lust as she began to lick around and around the rim of sensitive flesh at the base of his cockhead.
"Christ, baby, that feels good!" he grunted, unconsciously tightening his grip on her hair as he humped forward.
Anne delighted in the subtle flavor of his cock meat and its slightly gamey odor. The turgid, rubbery texture of his prick thrilled her, and she ovaled her lips and pressed forward, anxious to capture his hard pulsing cockmeat in the warm depths of her mouth and throat.
"Shit, baby! Yeah!" Phil grunted as she took inch after inch between her soft lips.
She gazed up at him as she sucked on his prick, becoming wildly aroused at the look of agonizingly pleasure-filled lust on his face. Her beauty and eroticism were the cause of his transports, and this knowledge made her tits tingle and her pussy twitch with need.
When Phil's cock head nudged the back of her throat, she eased back up his cock-staff until only his hot swollen prickhead remained trapped in her mouth. This, she laved enthusiastically, drenching it in her hot saliva.
Phil humped and groaned at her incredible cock-sucking technique. She would lick his prick knob, then exert numbing pressure on it, followed by a probing and petting of the sensitive underside of his cock head with her tongue. And he luxuriated in the spectacular visual delights she provided.
Her curly brown hair framed her exquisite face, now distorted by his huge prickhead, which caused her cheeks to balloon out. And her heavy, full tits jiggled erotically as she slowly began to piston her mouth up and down his cockshaft.
Back and forth, she bobbed her head, working on his steel-hard prick, bringing him closer and closer to a gut-wrenching climax. And then, to his amazement, the next pass she made down his shaft, she tilted her head in such a way that his cockhead rammed down her throat.
"Shit!" he screamed, losing all control. No woman had ever been able to deep-throat his prick down to the balls before, and he could barely stand the exquisite pressure her throat muscles were exerting on his sensitive prick head.
She sucked and laved, breathing deeply through her nostrils, simultaneously undulating her gullet so that she was milking his gigantic cock.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ!" Phil bellowed.
His eyes turned up in their sockets and he yanked mercilessly on Anne's hair, wresting control from her so that she was no longer sucking his cock, he was fucking her face.
Out of his mind with raging lust, he held her head steady as he slammed in and out of her mouth, his prick head jabbing down her throat forcefully. She began to gasp, her face turning a bright red as she fought for breath.
"Jesus!" he bellowed again, and with a wild thrashing movement, fucked into her mouth once more, shooting a heavy, greasy load of cum down into her belly.
Her pussy churned as she felt the slimy stuff pouring down her throat, and her eyelids fluttered as she rejoiced in her reward, a stomach full of his tangy fuck juice.
When his balls had emptied, Phil slumped to the bed, his softening, shrinking prick slipping from Anne's mouth, trailing spittle and jizz along her lower lip. As an afterthought, he released his hold on her hair and she moved her head from side to side, trying to get the crick out of her neck.
At last, Phil said, "I, I don't know what came over me. I never intended to be so rough, but you were so damned sexy...
Anne giggled, then winced as a pain shot through her bruised lips. "Baby, I dug it almost as much as you. But if you're really concerned, I'll tell you how you can make it up to me."
She winked lewdly at him, and though she was putting on a good performance as a slut, she was secretly appalled by her loose behavior. But she just couldn't help herself now she had her needs to take care of.
"Suck my cunt!" she rasped, her heart racing as soon as she had uttered the dirty words.
She lay back on the bed and spread her thighs wide apart, bending her legs at the knees and once again exhibiting her moist pink cunt meat to him.
His prick twitched, and to his amazement, began to spring to life again. The rich, musky scent of her hot pussy reached his nostrils and he quivered with renewed desire. He knew he would enjoy going down on her.
Burrowing between her sleek thighs, he pressed his mouth to her greasy cunt gash and tentatively stabbed his tongue between her moist inner cunt labes.
"Unngh!" she moaned, feeling it rasp into the moist depths of her fuck tunnel.
Anxious to please, Phil maneuvered his tongue, turning it this way and that so that it brushed against her tensed cunt walls, titillating the sensitive tissues, sending spasms of delight racing through her body at lightning speed;
"Oh God! I love it!" Anne moaned, flexing her thighs against his ears, wriggling her ass into the bed.
As Phil varied his tongue-strokes, pistoning in and out, then laying and reaming her pussy, he reached up and sought out her stiff clit. When he found it, standing swollen and erect like a miniature prick, he pressed down on it, rubbing back and forth, sparking searing flashes of sensation up and down her spine, adding to the agonizing build-up of lust in her body that seemed concentrated in her tits, clit, and asshole.
"Oh God! I can't stand it!" she groaned, slamming the soles of her feet down on the bed, flexing and un-flexing her fingers as if she were grabbing onto air.
A huge amount of cunt cream came flooding from her pulsing pussy, and Phil sucked it up, rolling it around in his mouth, delighting in its taste..
Furiously, he continued to tongue-fuck her juicy cunt as he diddled her clit, feeling the tremendous strength in her thighs as they clenched into rigidity, then relaxed, then clenched again. Her pussy convulsed in the same rhythm, tightening up around his tongue, then reining, then tightening again, nearly cutting off his circulation.
Her stomach muscles twitched and her toes curled and uncurled. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, and a fine sheen of perspiration covered her entire body. He knew that she was very close to coming, and he attacked her helpless pussy with renewed vigor, slavering and sucking until he felt the fierce eruption within her.
"Aaaiie!" she screeched, her shrill voice echoing off the bedroom walls.
She began to shake uncontrollably, her eyes twitching crazily, her toes pointing rigidly, her hands clasping and unclasping the bed spread. Her mouth opened as if she were yelling but her throat muscles constricted and only a faint whimpering, clicking sound escaped her.
Phil had never seen or felt a woman come so devastatingly before. Her whole body, every nerve and tendon, seemed to tingle with the joyous release. And she seemed suspended for several moments in an entirely different dimension, unearthly and frightening.
Then a semblance of normalcy one more crept over her. Her face returned to its usual rosy color, her muscles reined, her feet flopped to the bed, and the velveteen bedspread dropped from her hands.
But it was not over yet. The intensity of Anne's climax and the irresistible deliciousness of her cunt had given him another aching hard-on. He stood up over her, glaring down at her. Her eyes were still closed and her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath. With one jerk on his massive prick he came, spewing his thick wad onto her flat belly.
She opened her eyes when his hot jizz splattered onto her sweaty skin. She saw him towering above her, his face contorted obscenely, his dilated piss-slit oozing a last dribble of cum.
Anne stretched her arms out toward him, beckoning him to her, and he complied, dropping down beside her, nestling close. They slept fitfully for half an hour and then Anne, fearful that George might come home unexpectedly, urged Phil to get dressed and pack his things.
As an afterthought, she bought a small whisk broom from him in case anyone questioned her about letting him into the house, and he told her he would be back in the Three Oaks area again in two weeks. She replied that she looked forward to it, and then he was gone.
Anne wanted to hate herself, to feel guilty, but the truth was, she hadn't felt so marvelous in a long, long time. Not since George had whisked her away to the farm, doting on her, courting her in the first months of their marriage.
George didn't come in till nine that evening. Anne met him with a warm smile and a hearty kiss. She heated up the stew, then sat attentively at the table with him as he silently shoveled in the food.
"I'm beat," he announced when he had finished his beer and pushed himself away from the table. "I'm going to turn in, OK babe?" He smiled wearily, hopefully, and to his surprise, she didn't complain tonight that they'd hardly said a word to each other the last twenty-four hours. He was just too exhausted to quarrel with her.
When he got into bed, she kissed him gently and pulled the covers up to his chin, tucking him in like a small child.
"Next year, babe, after the harvest, when we're over the hump, we'll take a long cruise together. I'll make it up to you . . ." he mumbled. And before she could reply, he was fast asleep. CHAPTER TWO
Anne rinsed containerful after containerful of raspberries and set them aside to drain in the colanders on the kitchen counters. Rosie Sweet, George's young cousin, had promised to come over that afternoon and show her how to put up preserves.
"After all, Anne, honey, all the womenfolk around here have something or other to sell at the county fair," George had said, trying to convince her to get more involved in the community spirit. "And my cousin, Rosie, makes the best damn preserves in the whole state! Learned it from her ma, who was kind of a genius at that sort of thing. Come on, babe, Rosie already said she'd be glad to teach you how to do it!"
And so Anne had given in. It wasn't that she really minded Rosie so much. The girl was young and pretty and had lots of spirit. Anne just hated cooking and sewing, and she hated the county fairs with a passion. She had resolved not to go this year, but now it looked like she had no choice. Preserves, indeed! She crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently, looking at the fresh berries that lay glistening on the counter.
"Yoo hoo! Anybody home?" Rosie's impetuous voice resounded through the house. Then the screen door slammed behind her as she walked through the living room and into the kitchen.
Anne turned from her contemplation of the raspberries to face the fresh-faced, freckled girl. She couldn't help but smile. Rosie was so darned cute in her cut-offs and halter top, her long slim legs tanned a nut-brown, her silky blonde hair pulled into girlish pigtails that belied her nineteen years. In one hand, she was holding a heavy brown jug, which she lugged up onto the table.
"Whew! It's hot out there!" she said. "Well, what say? You ready to make some preserves?" She looked around the counters, nodding her approval at the sight of the clean, ripe berries.
"As ready as I'll ever be, honey," Anne laughed.
"Well, I'll tell you, Cousin Anne. The secret to making great preserves is to use plenty of this." She tapped the jug.
"And what's that?" Anne asked, puzzled. Rosie looked up at her slyly. "Genuine rot gut, white-lighnin' moonshine made from our very own corn and juniper."
"What? You put that in the preserves?"
"Hell no, Cousin! You drink it while you're making the preserves. Seems to give the cooks a special flair." She laughed, and so did Anne.
"Well, that's the best damned idea I've heard all day, honey," Anne said. She went to the cupboard, took out two mugs, and handed them to Rosie. "Fill 'em up!"
The two women sat down at the table and sipped their white-lightning as if they were doing nothing more shocking than gossiping and drinking tea. The liquor burned as it traveled down Anne's throat, but that sensation was soon followed by a warm glow that made her feel wonderful.
Rosie could hold her liquor better than Anne, but before too long both women were so drunk they were cackling like hens at each other's lewd jokes, then waltzing around the room together as Anne tried to show Rosie how her guests had danced at her coming out party when she was a debutante.
At last, it occurred to them that they had better get started on the preserves if then intended to finish them that day. Even in her drunken state, or because of it, Rosie soon had things well under control. The pots and kettles were soon steaming away as the sweet fruit boiled down to a syrupy mass.
The kitchen became unbearably hot and the women were dripping with sweat as the steam surrounded them. "This don't need no more lookin' after for a while," Rosie said as she wiped her brow with the back of her ann. "Come on outside."
She grabbed Anne's wrist and pulled her out onto the back porch and down the steps to the back yard. Both women stumbled, having grown clumsy with the booze. But they laughed as they sprawled onto the lawn.
"Shit! It's almost as hot out here as in the kitchen!" Rosie said, slapping her thigh as a mosquito alighted on it. She searched the back of the house with her gaze and then smiled brightly as an idea struck her.
Tottering to her feet, she made for a hose spigot at the corner of the garden patch. Anne, who was lying flat on her back looking up at the clouds, a giddy smile on her face, was paying no attention to Rosie, so she didn't see the girl strip out of her clothes and grab the nozzle of the long green hose, then turn the spigot. The hose sputtered for a moment and then a steady stream of water emerged.
Rosie aimed it at herself, sighing with pleasure as the cool water poured over her, washing away the sweat and refreshing her. Then she crept toward Anne and, pressing her index finger over the hose nozzle so the water sprayed out more forcefully, pointed it at Anne.
"Aaaaah!" the woman cried, jumping up in shock as a torrent of cold water bombarded her.
Rosie laughed uproariously, keeping the hose trained on its target. And when Anne took in the situation, she, too, laughed, delighting in the welcome relief the water brought from the stifling heat.
Still drunk, she took Rosie's cue, and as the water sprayed her, she danced around in a little circle, unzipping her summer shift and letting it sink to the wet grass. Then she skinned out of her panties and jumped for joy, luxuriating in the marvelous sensation of frolicking nude on a hot summer day. She made an unexpected lunge at Rosie and wrested the hose from her, turning the water back on her.
The girl squealed with delight and leaped and cavorted over the lawn with Anne in hot pursuit. Anne could not get over the beauty of the girl's golden, water-drenched form, the high, firm tits with their burgundy-colored nipples, the long slim legs and tight ass cheeks.
She felt an irresistible attraction to her young cousin, and without thinking, dropped the hose and chased her, grabbing her roughly and tackling her to the ground. She forced a kiss, smacking her lips against Rosie's. Then her sluggish mind caught up with her impetuous body and, shocked at what she had done, she pulled away from the squirming girl.
"Hey, Cousin, where you going?" Rosie slurred.
Anne shook her head vigorously, trying to shake free of the drunken, lusty haze that had descended on her.
"I, I, I'm sorry, Rosie, I d, don't know what came over me!"
"Don't be silly. Come back here, Cousin!"
Rosie sat up and held her arms out to Anne. Anne drew near, confused and embarrassed.
"I've had the hots for you ever since Cousin George brought you back with him. You're just about the most beautiful lady I've ever seen. You don't know how I've wanted to reach out and touch those big tits of yours."
Anne's jaw dropped. The yard seemed to whirl about her for a moment. Then she blinked twice, but Rosie was still sitting there, a beguiling smile of her face, her gaze riveted on Anne's huge tits.
Anne heard herself say, "Go ahead, then. Touch my tits, honey. Suck 'em."
Rosie said a silent prayer of thanks and gently cupped her cousin's perfect tits in her hands, kneading them gently, whimpering with pleasure and lust as at last her dream was coming true.
"Oh God, they're just as beautiful as I thought they'd be!" she groaned, and she leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on the top of Anne's left tit.
Anne sighed with pleasure as the beautiful girl began to shower kisses all over her sensitive tits, rubbing her velvety cheeks into the cleavage, sliding her little pink tongue along the flawless flesh.
"Oh, Rosie!" Anne pushed on the back of the girl's head, pressing her face in closer between her tits. The girl's kisses were so tender and adoring, so different from George's or Phil's.
Rosie nuzzled Anne's wet tit flesh, ecstatic with the overwhelming sensations enveloping her. The woman smelled of sunshine and there was a slightly yeasty odor about her like a freshly baked loaf of bread just pulled hot from the oven. And her taste was both salty and tangy. But Rosie was intoxicated most of all by the sleek, creamy texture of her cousin s flesh. It had a smooth resilience that seemed to cry out for caresses.
Rosie was so overcome with joy and pleasure at finally having the opportunity to become intimate, with George's wife, that she began to cry spontaneously.
Lifting her face from Anne's supple body, she said, "Let me love you, Cousin. Let me make you feel good."
Anne shivered at the girl's plea. She felt her cunt contract violently, and she whispered. "Yes . . . yes!"
"Lie down," Rosie said softly, helping to ease Anne onto her back on the moist lawn.
Gently, she mounted the woman, putting her arms to either side of her shoulders so she could bear the brunt of most of her own weight. Then she relaxed, letting her hard little tits press into Anne's large soft ones and her sparsely-furred cunt mound settle into Anne's thick cunt muff.
'Oh, it's good, so good!" Anne sighed, for the first time feeling another woman's softness in an intimate embrace.
"God, I love it!" Rosie sighed, nibbling gently at Anne's ear, then swirling her tongue round and round the inner spiral, evoking shivers of pleasure from the woman.
Anne tried to turn her head aside, away from Rosie's persistent tongue as the teasing, exhilarating sensations became too much for her. But Rosie clung closely to her and continued to swipe her tongue across the highly sensitive area of the lovely woman's ear.
Anne writhed beneath Rosie, groaning with the lust that was building deep in her loins. The young girl's slow, delicate touch deviated radically from Anne's fantasies about being ravaged by strange, dangerous men, but the gentle, feminine approach was having an unpredictably powerful effect on her.
Rosie began kissing down Anne's throat and shoulders, then lingered once again over her gorgeous tits, sucking gently on one nipple, then the other, creating a current of thrilling, electric-like sensations that raced up and down Anne's body. Down, down, she kissed and laved, over the ribs and belly, circling the triangular cunt muff by kissing and caressing the supple upper thighs.
"Oh God, baby! You're sensational!" Anne groaned, trembling with intense need. She parted her thighs and bucked up at Rosie, expecting that the young girl would probably go down on her pussy. That was what lesbians did, wasn't it?
So it was with a jolt of surprise that Anne felt Rosie tugging on her, rolling her over on her belly. She shuddered for a moment as her tits and cunt mound mashed into the soggy grass, but Rosie was on her almost immediately, prying her ass cheeks apart. Anne was surprised and confused, but being drunk, she was also particularly receptive.
Rosie's eyes lit up when Anne's little pinkish brown asshole came into view, puckered into a tight circle of resistance.
"Mmmmmm, you're gonna open wide for me, you cute little thing," Rosie whispered as if the little bung could somehow acknowledge her words.
Again, Rosie whispered a prayer of gratitude and ducked her face between Anne's voluptuous asscheeks, breathing in the bittersweet, fetid odor. With reverence, she licked up and down the hidden valley of ass flesh beneath the ass crack, lapping up the sweat and thin veneer of shit juice, her tongue periodically swiping across Anne's pulsing asshole, causing the woman to groan with excitement, her asshole clenching tightly shut at the contact.
"Mmmmmm," Rosie murmured as she stabbed the very tip of her tongue into Anne's tiny asshole, working it around patiently. Slowly, the little hole began to dilate, and as it did, Rosie gently pushed her tongue in a little farther.
Anne was squirming vigorously underneath the pretty young girl. Never in her life had anyone done such a thing to her. Her husband never got his cockhead, let alone his mouth, near her asshole. She was still virgin there, and now this innocent-looking young girl was plucking her cherry from her.
"Oh God, Rosie! My God! I don't believe it!" she kept muttering.
Her asshole had dilated almost completely now, allowing Rosie to jab her tongue deep inside, scraping it against the hot, dry walls.
"Christ! Christ!" she screeched.
It was beyond belief that the thrilling sensations now flushing through her body were originating from deep in her ass, that dirty, forbidden part of her body. And it was even more amazing that her husband's young cousin was willing to delve in her asshole.
The ripples of ecstasy began to expand through Anne's loins. She was teetering on the edge of mind-boggling climax, twitching and writhing as the young girl rode her, voraciously sucking up the bitter juices of her ass.
Needing desperately to get off, Anne plunged her hand beneath her belly and grabbed her pulsing clit between her thumb and forefinger, squeezing it violently as Rosie persisted in reaming out her ass with her tireless tongue.
"Yeeeeahhh!" Anne screeched all of a sudden, bucking up wildly, nearly suffocating Rosie as she clenched her ass cheeks hard around the girl's face, cutting off her oxygen.
The climax was quick, sharp and intense, skewering her ass guts and wringing excruciating pleasure from her clit and cunt. But it was over quickly, leaving the woman feeling as if she had been on a break-neck roller coaster ride.
Sensing that the wild climax had drawn to a close, Rosie stabbed her tongue into Anne's ass one last time, then lifted her head, lewdly licking her lips. She moved over by Anne's side and sat next to her, smiling, waiting to hear what the woman would say.
Slowly, Anne, too, maneuvered herself into a sitting position so that she was facing the young girl. Looking deeply into her eyes, she said. "That was depraved…"
Rosie bit her lip and hung her head. She had been afraid this would be Anne's verdict when it was all over.
". . .but I loved it!" Anne finished. Rosie jerked her head up and looked, wide-eyed, at the older woman. "And now, babe, I'd like to suck that cute little cunt of yours."
Rosie could not believe her ears. "Anything you say!"
The two women decided to continue their illicit adventure in the privacy of the house. They checked the pots on the stove, saw that all was in order, then took a shower together, lathering each other up and down beneath the hot, cleansing spray, rubbing bellies and tits, kissing in the steamy shower stall.
When they had dried themselves, they lay down together on the large double-bed in the bedroom, kissing and hugging, licking and fondling.
Anne was fascinated by Rosie s sweet little cunt, so fresh and pink and girlish with its sparse covering of pussy hair and its thin, supple cunt labes. It was so unlike the thick meaty pussy lips that were the gateway to her own cunt.
She kissed her way down Rosie's body, then tenderly pried apart her thighs so she could wedge her face in between them and sample the girl's delicate little cunt. Rosie's, pussy slit was already wet with her cunt cream, which had a tart, slightly bitter taste that Anne found exciting.
Breathing hard, the woman rooted between the girl's legs, lapping up as much of the freely flowing cunt juice as she could, caressing the soft pussy flesh with her tongue. Then, just when she was prepared to jab her tongue inside
the girl's creamy pussy hole, Rosie sat up and pushed her away.
"Wh, what's wrong?" Anne protested, frustration and need ringing in her voice.
"Nothing's wrong. It's just that I want to eat you out, too," Rosie said. "Here, I'll show you."
Rosie positioned Anne and herself side by side on the bed so that Anne's face was pressed against Rosie's runny little cunt, her head held snugly between the girl's thighs. Rosie was likewise posed with her mouth hovering over Anne's succulent cunt meat.
As if on cue, both women began to lick each other's pussy. Rosie found Anne's meaty cunt wildly exotic with its musky fragrance and spicy flavor. Cunt cream flowed from the older woman's pulsing cunt in thick rivulets, smearing Rosie's lips and chin.
Up and down Anne's cunt groove the young girl laved, concentrating on the woman's burgeoning clit nub, which was swelling to rigidity rapidly.
Anne, not as adept at sucking cunt as Rosie, had difficulty concentrating on the task at hand, so aroused was she by Rosie's expert cunt-sucking. But gradually she got the hang of it, lapping up the girl's powerful-tasting cunt honey, rimming her little clit vigorously.
Moans and groans mingled with the slurping sounds of cunt-sucking as the women became more and more turned on. They writhed and bucked on the bed, the energy that flowed between them growing even stronger.
Then Rosie took the lead and jabbed her tongue deep into Anne's quivering cunt, causing jolts of pleasure to spark through her body.
Anne shuddered with ecstasy as Rosie began reaming her pussy out, periodically jabbing her tongue up at her pulsing clit. The intensity of the building pleasure and need she was feeling was driving her wild, and she slammed her thighs together hard around Rosie's head, spasming violently.
With great effort, she concentrated on giving Rosie the same pleasure, jamming her tongue deep into the girl's tight little pussy hole and exploring its hot, wet depths.
The bed creaked with their strenuous movement. The floral-print walls echoed with their guttural moans and the smacking gurgling sounds of their cunt-sucking.
What seemed like an eternity of delights passed in just a few moments. Both women were so aroused that they came quickly and almost simultaneously, Anne plunging into her nerve-searing climax a split-second before Rosie.
Waves of pleasure washed over them as they jounced and writhed, straining for the rapture that at last overwhelmed them. And when it was over, both women were energized rather than fatigued. Their eyes shone brightly, their skin glowing with health and satisfaction. They laughed merrily and embraced once more before putting on some dry clothes, Rosie having to borrow some from Anne.
Then, arm in arm, they went into the kitchen and finished canning the preserves. Anne found to her surprise that she enjoyed it. She was deeply happy, feeling so warm and close. Suddenly, the long stretch of days that lay before her didn't seem so empty and desolate, not when she had a friend like Rosie to comfort her! CHAPTER THREE
When Anne woke the next morning, the sun was already high in the sky and George had been gone for hours. A marvelous smell of wheat and baked earth filled the air, and she felt light-hearted and energetic.
She pulled on a pair of battered jeans that still did justice to the luscious curves of her ass, and then put on her bathing suit top, since it was much too hot to wear a shirt. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and approved of what she saw, a sexy woman with long, curly brown hair, full tits that threatened to spill out of her skimpy top, and a severely tapered waist that accentuated her gently swelling hips. She was a classic beauty, she knew, but who could appreciate her way out in the sticks like this?
As she sipped her morning coffee, she knew that she couldn't bear to stay inside on such a gorgeous day. She needed to get out in the fresh air and let the sun shine down on her, maybe take a swim.
And so, as soon as she finished her breakfast, she hopped in the beat-up Chevy and drove the five miles to Bud Canton's horse stables. She had an overwhelming desire to take a long horseback ride by the creek. It had been one of the things she and George had loved to do on beautiful Saturday afternoons when they were first married. But it had been a long time since they'd indulged themselves, and she had never gone by herself before.
She pulled up and killed the engine, then got out of the car and started to walk toward the ramshackle office near the stables. The smell of straw, horses and manure assaulted her immediately, and she breathed in deeply, savoring the sharp aroma. I should have come here months ago, she thought.
As she was about to open the office door, a tall, slim man approached her. He was wearing jeans, a light-weight plaid shirt, and heavy cowboy boots. His face was shaded by a large cowboy hat.
"Can I help you, Ma'am?" he asked, unabashedly looking her up and down, not hiding his obvious appreciation of her voluptuous curves.
Anne felt slightly uncomfortable, but she was flattered, as well. "Uh, I was looking for Bud Canton. I'd like to take a horse out for the day."
"Bud's in town this morning, Ma'am. I'm Skip Taggart. Been working here for near a year now and I don't ever recall seein' you before. I know I'd remember if I did."
Anne blushed prettily. "Well, I used to ride here quite a lot, but I stopped for a while. Now I'd like to give it another go. I think I'd like a frisky mount, one with spirit."
"Like you, eh?" Skip said, his eyes twinkling.
He had her sign for the horse and leave a deposit. Then he saddled a pretty ginger colored filly and led it out of its stall for Anne's inspection.
"Yes, she's lovely. She'll do fine, won't you, baby?" Anne cooed, petting the horse's head, looking into its soft brown eyes.
As she prepared to mount, Skip hurried to her side and hoisted her up, his hand clinging to her thigh, brushing her cunt mound.
"I don't need any help!" she snapped. But she was secretly pleased that he was flirting so openly with her.
"I know, Ma'am. But how could I resist offering it anyway to such a pretty lady?"
Anne cocked her head at him, acknowledging the compliment. Then she said, "I'm going to be gone two or three hours. See you later." She turned the horse to the left and Skip ran ahead to open the gate for her.
As she passed by him, she asked in a low voice. "Will you be here when I get back?"
"Hell, I sure will, Ma'am!"
The trail wound down past the highway and into the ravine, following Wood Willow Creek. The place was like an oasis, cool and green and lush, so different from the acres and acres of golden wheat Anne looked out over every day.
The horse was sure-footed and had no trouble picking its way along the stony ground. So Anne relaxed and just soaked it up the sweet, leafy smells, the gurgling sounds of the creek, the twittering of the birds.
When they rounded a bend, they came upon a large, circular pond surrounded by large rocks, dirt heaps and small trees. Anne remembered now that the Henderson Flat community had dug the pond out and stocked it with fish so kids could swim and fish there on long summer afternoons. Farmland's way of preventing juvenile delinquency, she had scoffed when she'd read about it. But now, she felt differently.
The pond was not beautiful, at least not yet. But it was tranquil and strangely inviting. She decided to explore it further, and dismounted, tying her horse to a low branch of an oak tree.
As she approached the bank of the pond, she walked back into the glaring sunlight. Staring into the limped, clear water, she could see a few carp darting about near the bottom. The pond looked terribly refreshing. Glancing around her to make sure no one was in sight; Anne quickly stripped out of her clothes and waded into the water.
It was cold, but not shockingly so, and she hesitated for only a moment before diving down below the surface, then springing back up, her hair plastered down her back, her enormous tits bobbing erotically on the surface of the water.
Len Crabb was boasting about fucking Suzie Tripp at the drive-in the weekend before as he and Pete Johnson walked, fishing poles in hand, toward Henderson Pond. They had ditched school for the day, had grabbed the gear they had stashed in Len's garage, and snuck out on foot toward the pond.
"Did she give you head?" Pete asked eagerly, his cock hardening in his baggy Levi's, his eyes alight with lewd thoughts.
"Nah, we just fucked. But she sure had a sweet, tight pussy! And her tits! Big and bouncy, just like I like 'em!"
They had reached the clearing and were about to lay out their kits when they heard the splashing.
"Hey! Somebody's swimming in there!" Len said angrily, as if he owned the place.
They crept up slowly, quietly, to see who had dared to trespass on their favorite fishing grounds. When they caught a glimpse of Anne floating blissfully on her back, her eyes closed, her mammoth tits jiggling slightly on her chest, they sucked in their breaths.
"Shit!" Len rasped, his eyes bugging out.
Pete tugged on his arm and whispered.
"Let's go hide behind that rock and watch her. She's sure to come out soon enough and then we'll get an eyeful! Christ! Did you see the tits on that broad?"
Len swallowed hard. "Nah, you fucking coward. I ain't gonna hide and spy like a sissy. I'm goin' in there with her!"
Pete stared at him in disbelief. But it was obvious Len was determined. He put his pole and kit down and quickly stripped out of his clothes.
"See ya later, chicken!" he rasped to Pete, then made his way down to the pond, bare assed.
He dove in, and just as Anne jerked in surprise at the sound of his splash, losing her balance and flailing wildly, he popped up beside her, grinning and treading water.
"Why, why, you scared me half to death!" she spluttered, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Sorry 'bout that. Here, let me give you a hand." Boldly, he reached out, encircling her waist with his arms, pulling her toward him, pressing her gigantic tits into his chest.
"Ooooh!" she gasped. Here she was, nude and vulnerable in this isolated pond, at the mercy of a handsome young man.
"Mmmmm, you feel good," Len sighed, trying to act cool and sophisticated. But he was so aroused he was shuddering violently with lust.
Suddenly Anne knew that she was going to fuck the young man and that it would be one of the grand experiences of her life. She clung more tightly to him, rubbing her tits up and down his chest and said, "I'm afraid I've got a cramp. Would you help me to shore?"
"Why sure, lady. Hold on, now." Clinging to her, he used a side-stroke to get them to shallow water. Anne leaned against him and limped to shore, faking her cramp.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!" she sighed.
"The name's Len, Ma'am. And it weren't any trouble at all!"
His voice quavered comically, as he took in her voluptuous, statuesque figure. She was more beautiful than any of the centerfolds he jacked off over at night, and his prick, shriveled and small from the cold pond water, began to swell and stiffen.
Anne watched his cock harden, fascinated. Then she said, "I hope you don't mind if I don't put my clothes on. I think clothes are such a bother, don't you?"
"Uh, no, Ma'am. I mean, yes, Ma'am. I don't like clothes, either."
"I think I'll lie down and dry off on that big flat rock over there. Would you care to join me?"
"Would I! I mean, why yes, that would be real nice."
Anne smiled seductively at him and, scooping up her clothes, led the way over to the site, her bare ass wriggling temptingly as she moved forward.
Len's cock twitched and lurched, leaking a vast amount of pre-cum from its piss-slit. He caught sight of Pete peeking out at him from behind a tree, giving him the high sign, and he smiled, realizing that he was a hero to his shy friend.
Anne laid her clothes out on the flat, smooth granite rock and watched with amusement as Len approached her. He was tall and muscular and had a big, beautifully shaped cock. But there was a gangly awkwardness in his movements that betrayed his extreme youth and inexperience.
She smiled up at him and patted a spot next to her. He nodded gratefully and stretched out beside her. She knew that this earlier aggressiveness had been all bluff, and that if she really wanted some fuck action, she'd have to take the initiative.
He was breathing hard, trembling with lust beside her. She could feel his tenseness, his need, and she turned toward him and cupped his chin in her hand, then moved forward and kissed him on the lips.
His whole body spasmed and his cock jerked dangerously.
"Mmmm, you're so handsome," she murmured, and then she kissed him again, letting her hand rove over his sleek, damp flesh.
It felt to him as if her fingers left a trail of fire behind them. Wherever she touched, him his skin tingled with warmth and excitement.
She smoothed her hand over his broad shoulders and down his back, then over his marvelously firm, muscular asscheeks.
"Oh! Ungh!" he groaned, his nuts aching with the sizzling jizz churning inside them.
Anne kissed him again, then drew her hand over his haunch and cupped his tight ball sac in her palm, squeezing it gently.
"Awwwww! Jesus!" he moaned as she brought her other hand into play and began jacking gently on his long, smooth cockshaft, her fingers growing sticky from the constant flow of his pre-cum.
"Fuck me, Len," she whispered softly, releasing his cock and rolling onto her back. She spread her legs invitingly for him and gazed at him with smoldering eyes.
Len couldn't believe this was happening to him! As if in a dream, he rolled over on top of her, pressing down hard on her fat tits, crushing them almost flat. Then, bracing himself on his forearms, he moved back and forth over her, his cock slab sliding on her sleek skin from her belly to her cunt, leaving a trail of slimy sex lube there and stimulating her aroused clit.
"Oh God, but I like that!" Anne moaned, clasping her hands around his back, humping up at him. "Put it in, Len! I can't stand it. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Her lewd words and the trembling need in her voice were driving him crazy. He was afraid that if he plunged his cock up her juicy cunt right then, he would shoot off prematurely. As a last-ditch hope, he reached down and grabbed the root of his cock tightly, a gesture his older brother had told him would stanch the flow of jizz up his cock tube and help to keep him pumping away without dumping a load immediately.
He breathed deeply and counted to ten, and to his amazement, he did feel a slackening of his muscles and a lower level of urgency.
He raised himself slightly, looking down at Anne's gorgeous golden body, his gaze fastening on her cunt delta. Searching out her fat cunt labes, he spread them widely and nudged the entrance of her pussy hole with his broad, rubbery cock head.
She gasped and writhed, the wildly stimulating sensation of being widespread, ready to be skewered with a big wedge of prick meat exciting her greatly.
"Uuungh!" Len groaned and thrust forward, shafting his prick to the hilt, his balls slapping against Anne's ass.
Anne screeched with the sheer joy of having her needy cunt full again. She clasped her hands to his ass checks and pushed on them, trying to pull still more prick meat into her pussy.
Len was delirious with pleasure. Anne's hot juicy pussy was even tighter than Suzie Tripp's had been, and it exerted a tremendous pressure on his pulsing cock shaft. Slick and soft, her cunt walls undulated along his prick shaft in a series of clasping and unclasping motions that had him grunting and groaning with lust.
Gathering all of his strength and self control, he slowly withdrew his cock, straining against the sucking, grabbing motions of Anne's churning pussy tunnel, unsheathing his powerful prick until only the bulbous head remained inside her hot cunt channel.
Anne bucked up at him, needing to feel the long, steel-hard rod of his cock slammed back up inside her. But he paused, teasing her, rotating his ass so his prick head stirred the thick, rich fuck cream inside her cunt.
"Fuck me!" she whimpered, pushing on his ass cheeks.
At last he eased forward halfway, then plunged in so violently, his cockhead rebounded against the end of her cunt tunnel, shaking her severely, sending sharp, searing jolts of pain and pleasure sizzling through her guts and up her spine.
It was as if that jarring blow had ignited a stock pile of explosive passion within Anne. Savagely, she clawed at Len as she humped and wriggled, bouncing her ass off her clothes, which barely protected her tender flesh from the hard granite beneath.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screeched in a raucous litany of lust.
Her madness was contagious. Giving in to the lusty brutality of his extreme youth, Len began to pound her so forcefully that he nearly knocked her unconscious. In and out of her writhing, pulsing cunt he pistoned his prick, reaming her out, bruising her tender cunt walls.
Her whole body was jerking and twitching with an agonizing build-up of lust, vibrating on a high pitch of need. And then she felt his prick swell up even bigger. He lurched unsteadily and then bellowed like an enraged bull, his cock head spewing wad after wad of pearly cum up her tortured cunt, the slimy stuff blasting onto the walls of her fuck channel, soothing her bruised flesh at the same time that it stimulated it.
"Aaagh!" she screamed, just as she reached the crest of her passion and was launched into a spectacularly intense orgasm. Lights seemed to pop behind her eyes and she heard a strange tinkling sound, like far-off wind chimes.
Len, salty with sweat, panted above her, not yet recovered from the climax he had experienced. In a loving, almost maternal fashion, Anne gently began rubbing his back, kissing and licking at his moist skin. She closed her eyes for a moment and drifted into a sweet slumber.
"Wake her up, I say!" Pete rasped. "I don't see why you should have all the fun."
"We can't just demand that she fuck you, you know," Len countered, still groggy from the incredible fuck he'd had several minutes before.
"Jesus, Len, she's obviously a slut. Bet she'd gladly take me on!"
Anne's eyelids flickered as she was dredged up from the depths of her sleep to consciousness. She jerked awake, automatically covering her tits with her hands in a gesture of self-protection. Then she remembered what had transpired and she lowered her hands.
"Didn't mean to scare ya" Len said, an ingratiating smile on his face. "This here's my friend, Pete. Pete, this is, uh, "
"Anne." She had to keep from smiling. Pete's Levi's were bulging obscenely at the crotch.
"Have a seat," Anne said, motioning to the spot Len had taken beside her earlier.
Pete sat down awkwardly, trying to tear his gaze away from her enormous tits. Anne was giving him a frankly sexual look.
Seeing that things were headed on the right track, Len backed away quietly, leaving the two alone as he silently crept through the thicket behind them and up onto a rise of rocks where he could comfortably spy on them.
"You're really beautiful," Pete said, blushing as he clumsily moved toward her.
"Why, thank you, honey," Anne replied, and she kissed him on the mouth as she snaked her arms around him, drawing him close.
"Aaaah!" he sighed as he felt her fleshy tits pushing into him, her hot sweet breath blowing across his face.
She slid her hand down his lean torso and over to the front of his pants, unsnapping the waist band and unzipping the zipper so she could haul out his hefty cock and balls.
"Oooh, you're hung, baby," she cooed, weighing his heavy nuts in her hands.
His prick jutted out, immense and throbbing, light-purplish in color, the head deeper in hue. Tantalized by the shapely prick, Anne bent down and ran her tongue up the knobby length of his cockshaft, sending shivers of delight through his loins.
"Oh man!" he groaned, staring down in amazement as she laved his cock completely, leaving it glistening with her Spit. "Holy shit!"
Firmly, she maneuvered him onto his back, then straddled his slim hips, her cunt hovering over his groin, drooling sticky cunt cream onto it.
She lowered herself onto his cock, her creamy pussy hole lodging against the rubbery prick head. He jerked crazily at the electricity of the contact, humping up, driving his cock into her cunt tube.
"Aaaaaah!" she sighed as the blissful sensation of having a full cunt spread through her. "Christ!"
She leaned forward, resting her weight on her forearms, dangling her gigantic tits in his face for him to lick and nip at as several inches of his cock re-emerged from between her cunt lips. The man, overwhelmed by her lewd sensuality, snapped at her hanging tit flesh savagely, sinking his teeth into one fat melon.
"Aaaie!" Anne yelped, shocked by the sharp pain that seared through her tits.
She rotated her ass, clenching the cheeks as she contracted her pussy muscles, squeezing his cock so hard he groaned at the vise-like grip, letting her tits slip from his mouth. Then she moved back, sliding her pussy back toward his balls, taking his entire cock shaft back into the warm, moist shelter of her pussy.
"Aw, shit!" Pete groaned, humping up off the rock. He had been a virgin until today, and now the extreme eroticism of the situation and the fabulous expertise of the woman were driving him insane, wringing powerful jolts of pleasure and desire from him.
She slid forward again, letting her tits rest on his face as he swiped at them more gently with his tongue. Then she wriggled back down to his cock root again, sucking in her guts, exerting tremendous pressure on his aching cock.
Back and forth she began to rock, setting up a steady fuck rhythm that milked his prick mercilessly, setting his balls to churning with hot, thick cum.
The sight of her wriggling and, thrashing above him, her tits dangling, her hair flying about her head, her face contorted with lust, added immeasurably to Pete's arousal At last, unable to hold back any longer, he screamed out and lunged up, thrusting his prick deep inside her cunt, unloading a volatile wad.
Anne had begun to come a split-second before him, and the wild contractions set off by her powerful orgasm wreaked havoc on his prick, pulling and stroking it so hard that it seemed to him the jizz was being sucked right out of his balls.
They struggled and strained together at the peak of ecstasy, then collapsed with exhaustion.
Len, having just been initiated into the joys of voyeurism had also just shot his wad, his rich cock cream splattering onto the sun-baked granite beneath him.
It was almost dusk when Anne rode into Bud Canton's stables. The old man greeted her with a dressing down, saying that he was about to call in the police if she hadn't shown up in a few minutes.
She dismounted and calmed him down as best she could, all the while looking around for Skip. Then he stepped from the shadows, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and tipped his hat at her, taking the horse in hand and leading it back- to its stall.
She followed Bud into the office and paid him, and when he was done grumbling about her tardiness, she sauntered out to the stables.
Skip was feeding the horse and though he must have known she was standing there, he didn't acknowledge her.
"Call me tomorrow," she whispered, and drawing a note pad and pen from her purse she scribbled down her phone number, then threw him the pad. CHAPTER FOUR
She lay sprawled in a thick, soft pile of hay, gently fondling her tits through her light cotton blouse, sighing with pleasure in anticipation of fucking Skip.
He had called her, and she had arranged to meet him in the barn at five o'clock. The heat of the day had not yet subsided, and the sweltering humidity, coupled with the fife of her growing lust, was making her prickle with sweat.
And then he was there, standing in the doorway, his tall, muscular figure exuding an animal strength and virility that excited her.
He gazed down at her, stretched seductively in the hay and grabbed his hat, tossing it aside. Then, without a word, he dropped the length of rope he held in his other hand and began to strip.
Anne started breathing heavily as his broad, hairy chest was revealed. Then his slim hips and stiffening cock, which promised to be huge when it reached full erection, came into view.
His legs were muscular and hairy, his whole body a tribute to rough, vigorous masculinity. He dropped down beside her on the hay and reached out for her, smoothing his hand over her jean-clad flank, then grabbing her and pressing her to him, his breathing ragged, his cock throbbing with desire.
He kissed her passionately and groped for her tits, ripping the buttons off her blouse in his impatience.
"Ah, yeah!" he groaned as her enormous, firm tit globes came into view, their knobby tips taut with arousal.
He squeezed them roughly as he humped his groin into hers, the heat from her cunt mound penetrating through the heavy material of her tight jeans.
She clasped his thick prick and squealed with excitement when she discovered it was so thick she could not wrap her fist around it. Then, with her other hand, she unzipped her pants and struggled to pull them down her hips and over her ass.
"Mmmmm," Skip moaned as he caught the scent of her tangy cunt juice.
Like a sex-starved animal, he lunged for her pretty cunt mound, pressing his face between her thighs and nudging the sticky entrance to her pussy hole with his tongue.
"Aaaaah! Aaaaah!" she gasped as he ran his tongue up and down her cunt slot, jabbing at her hard, vibrating clit. then slavering over her slick inner labes and proceeding down to her pulsing asshole.
It was too much, too fast, and when he plunged his tongue up her pussy hole, she screamed with ecstasy as a sharp spasm of pleasure brought on a convulsive orgasm. Helpless, she writhed and thrashed, the intensity of the climax jangling her nerves and rattling her brain.
Skip raised himself off of her and watched intently as she rode the crest of her mighty orgasm. He backed away and found the rope he had dropped on the floor, then, approaching her stealthily, grabbed her roughly and threw her down on her belly. He tied her wrists together at one end of the rope, securing the other end to a wooden beam support behind her, just as if he were roping a calf.
It had all happened so fast that Anne had had no time to struggle or protest. Now she was frightened. She didn't know this man, not really, and he had tied her up, treating her like an expendable object!
He knelt beside her, and his odor, a mixture of leather, tobacco, and sweat, excited her in spite of herself.
"Wh-what are you planning to do to me?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear and anger.
"Just make you feel good," he replied with a laugh.
He began to stroke her back and ass cheeks lightly and rhythmically, as if he were calming a spirited horse.
"Seems to me that you got a streak of wildness in you. Bet you've had enough of tame fucking. I aim to really bring you off, baby. And that requires a little force, a little pain."
Anne shuddered at his words, but she said nothing. She knew arguments were useless, she was entirely at his mercy. He moved down behind her and slung his arm beneath her belly, pulling up so she was crouching on her knees, her arms held securely before her at the wrists.
"Mighty fine ass," he rasped, and he spread her ass cheeks apart, revealing her slippery pink cunt gash and her little asshole.
His cock lurched as he surveyed her juicy cunt meat, and he grabbed his prick at the root, aiming the thick rubbery knob at her pussy hole. Then he inched forward and lodged his prick head in the entrance to her runny cunt hole. She gasped and writhed involuntarily, her pussy muscles grabbing at his invading prick, sucking it in.
There was something humiliating but vastly exciting about this sort of vulnerability, and Anne bucked at him, wanting nothing more than to feel his long prick ramming up into the depths of her cunt.
"Ungh!" she moaned as several inches of his prick meat shafted inside her, the amazing girth of his cock slab forcing her cunt walls to expand to near-bursting.
"Oh yeah! Do it! Fuck me!" she pleaded.
Slowly, he skewered her pussy tunnel with the rest of his prick, rotating his ass, corkscrewing the long staff of his cock so that he was actually reaming her out, making room for his massive prick.
"Ungh! Unh, unh!" Anne had never felt so plugged full of cock meat before. Skip's prick was dangerously close to ripping her pussy channel apart, so monstrously huge was it. The head scraped menacingly against the end of her cunt tunnel and she whimpered with a combination of pain and pleasure.
He held his prick in position for a long moment, then gradually withdrew it, causing Anne to sigh with relief as the pressure began to ease inside her. His cock head jerked from her cunt with a loud pop, and she grunted at the suddenness and brutality of the movement.
She waited tensely for him to jab his immense cock up her pussy again, but to her surprise her cunt remained empty. She strained her neck, trying to look back and see what he was doing there behind her. She wriggled her ass seductively, silently begging for more of the wonderful punishment brought on by his phenomenal prick.
Her eyes grew wide with fear when she saw that he had picked up his discarded pants and was pulling his thick leather belt from them. He saw her watching him, and he smirked at her, twisting the belt around one hand, then unwinding it and snapping it in the air. A whoosh and a sharp clap intruded on the silence.
Anne winced as if it had actually touched her. She saw that his prick was stiffer and bigger than ever, bobbing before him, slick with her gooey cunt juice.
"Please, Skip, don't," she said, trying to keep her voice level and not succumb to hysteria, though she was quivering inside. She looked into his eyes and shuddered. There was only lust there, not one ounce of pity.
"You're gonna love this, baby," he said, and he unfurled the belt once more, slapping it against her tender ass this time.
"Huuungh!" she gasped.
The stinging sensation peaked, then diminished as it spread through her ass cheek. Her pussy spasmed and her asshole contracted at the blow, and she crouched there, pale and rigid, waiting for the next lash. "Hungh!"
This time he aimed the belt at her other ass cheek, lashing it harder, wringing tears from her eyes as the sharp stinging of the contact seared through her.
Skip was growling and grunting, his prick throbbing wildly as he doled out the punishment. Nothing turned him on more than to have a luscious, sensuous female at his mercy like this. Of course, he knew he wouldn't really hurt her, but she didn't know that, and her terror was adding to her lust and arousal.
Even from where he was standing he could see the steady stream of slick pussy cream oozing from her pussy slot, running down her thigh and plopping onto the straw beneath her.
His hand shot out and he laid the belt on again, leaving a thick red line across her ass. She sobbed with the pain and humiliation of it, and his eyes lit up as he noticed how she was involuntarily rotating her ass and rolling her hips.
Again and again he lashed at her, and she shivered and shook with each blow. But at the very edge of her consciousness, she began to realize that her cunt was churning wildly and her heart was beating rapidly. Her pussy walls were wrenching and undulating in anticipation, and she knew that if she weren't fucked hard and fast soon, she would go mad.
This time the belt fell on her upper thighs and she bucked and thrashed, pulling on the rope binding her wrists as outrage and pain conflicted violently with lust and need.
Skip was so turned on by her struggle that he began jacking on his enormous cock with his free hand as he methodically whipped her.
"Ungh!" The belt slammed against her ass again, creating a livid criss-cross pattern in her tender flesh.
She quivered with overwrought nerves, the sensations of pain and fear having mixed with pleasure and arousal to create a volatile state of sensuality within her.
"Fuck me! Please!" she pleaded, sobbing hysterically, her cunt expelling huge amounts of thick pussy cream, her tits swelling and pulsing with aching desire.
It was just what Skip had been waiting for. He dropped the belt and lunged for her, dropping down behind her and pressing his prick head against her frothing cunt hole.
She whimpered with relief when she felt his wide rubbery cock head nudging her, and she cried out as he rammed in hard, tearing through her pussy tunnel and driving his prick to the hilt with one powerful thrust.
"Yeeeow!" she screeched, her cunt burning from the assault, his prick head jammed so tightly against the-end of her, cunt tunnel that it was exerting pressure on her churning ass guts. He held her firmly by the hips as he slowly pulled out, leaving his immense, mushroom shaped cock head wedged between her spread cunt lips.
Then he rammed in once again, streaking up her cunt tunnel, his turgid, bumpy prick scraping against her tender cunt walls, sending tingling pangs of excruciating pleasure up and down her spine.
"Oh G-God! You're killing me!" she screamed as he started pistoning his prick in and out of her pussy, his fuck strokes long and smooth and powerful.
Her cunt walls, stretched out to accommodate his prick meat, clasped and unclasped around his thick prick, massaging it with an insistent rhythm that had him roaring with the profound pleasure he was experiencing.
Anne had never before been in such a state of total abandon. She flailed uncontrollably, wrenching her arms forcefully against the ropes, pushing back hard every time Skip rammed forward on his in-stroke.
When the shaking and twitching began in her legs, she knew she was close to orgasm, and she pumped her thighs and snapped her pussy around his prick with increasing vigor, wanting to feel his hot heavy jizz shoot up her cunt hole at the same time she was overcome by the rapturous climax that was approaching.
"Oh God! Oh God! Skip! I'm coming!" she cried at last, letting go of all restraints as she plummeted into the most explosive, most overpowering orgasm of her life.
She felt for a moment as if she were falling at high speed, then, as the exquisite pleasure of release erupted in her clit spreading throughout her body, she seemed to be immersed in a wildly pulsing, throbbing world of sheer bliss.
Skip could have come then. The fierce wrenching and sucking motion of her pussy on his cock was enough to bring the jizz spurting from his prick head. But he held steady, exerting all of his self-control to keep his jism bottled up. He wanted to explore her magnificent body further before letting rip with his lad.
As she continued to grunt and thrash with her climax, he pulled his prick from her cunt and, without pause, jabbed the slimy head against her pulsing asshole.'
"No! No!" she wailed. "It's too big! Please!"
But he was determined. That tiny, squirming ass of hers would squeeze around his cock so tightly, milking it with agonizing persistence. Then he would know that he had really possessed her, had enjoyed the ultimate pleasure she had to offer him.
Mercilessly, he thrust his loins forward, and his cock knob rammed in halfway, creating terrible agony for the terrified woman, who was wrenched abruptly from her heady climax to the agony of excruciating pain.
"Nooooo!" She prayed for deliverance, tried to blank out the insistent pressure in her spasming ass, but to no avail.
He thrust again and his cock head popped inside her asshole, forcing in, straining her delicate ass meat to the limit.
Anne jerked forward, hung suspended for a moment from the support beam, then lost consciousness. And as she let go of consciousness, her ass muscles relaxed dramatically and Skip pushed steadily forward until half of his big cock was wedged up her hot, dry ass canal.
He paused for a moment, gasping for air. A vein in his temple pulsed and sweat dripped from his brow. He looked down at the incredibly lewd sight of his huge prick wedged partway into her ass, grossly dilating her tortured little sphincter. Then, summoning up his reserve strength, he thrust in again. Inch after inch of his cock pole was driven up her defenseless ass, and when he had succeeded in pummeling his way completely into her, he paused.
His heavy balls pressed against the backs of her thighs and his prick twitched slightly, strangled by her tight ass canal. Then he eased back slightly and pressed forward again, repeating this back-and-forth movement over and over until he had reamed out a serviceable space in which to fuck her.
She was floating back up through layers of pain to reality, and she whimpered and sobbed as she felt him begin to piston in and out of her asshole with the same fury with which he had fucked her cunt.
Helplessly, she took it, biting her lip and clenching her eyes tightly shut as he see-sawed inside of her. Her ass muscles tightened and reined spastically around his prick, massaging it and giving him added pleasure. And as he drew closer to a spectacular climax, he dug his fingers deeply into her hips, adding yet more pain for her to endure.
"Aw, yeah! Aw, yeah!" he muttered over and over as the pressure in his balls steadily increased and the feeling in his cock magnified to excruciating pleasure. "Come with me! Come with me!"
He reached underneath her belly and combed his fingers through her lush cunt bush until he found her clit. It had shrunk back into its sheath, and he meant to rouse it once more so she could came with him.
He mashed her clit and twirled it, squeezed it and rotated it as he continued to fuck her tortured asshole. Inevitably, her little cunt nub swelled with the stimulation, its nerve-rich tissue throbbing to life as, against her will, she responded to him.
As her clit throbbed and swelled, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine, the pain in her ass was gradually transformed to pleasure, a richer, deeper pleasure than she would have imagined possible. Each of his fuck thrusts caused what seemed like a shower of sparks to explode deep in her guts, and her simmering passion erupted into searing pangs of ecstasy with each explosion.
She was very close now, and as Skip gave in to his wild passion and at last roared with joy as his cock spewed wad after wad of cum up Anne's ass, she spasmed and churned with multiple orgasms of her own. She was at the extreme of ecstasy, so high that she didn't ever want to come down.
But she did come down, eventually. After what seemed a timeless taste of heaven, she descended back to the sweat and the hay and the aching in her wrists and ass. His prick slid from her ass and she collapsed, weeping into the hay.
Groggily, Skip reached up and untied her hands and then lay beside her. She squirmed away from him. Though he had introduced her to new heights of pleasure, she wanted to hate him for the degradation he had forced upon her. He just laughed at her, grabbed her by her badly-chafed wrists, and dragged her against him.
He clamped his hand under her chin and forced a kiss. When he drew away slightly, she spat at him. His eyes lit with anger and he raised his hand as if to strike her.
She cowered and he laughed devilishly, lowering his hand. "You still don't get it, do you?"
Moving quickly, he grabbed a hank of her hair and forced her head down over his prick. It was a mess, smeared with cum, cunt juice, and shit. Anne thought it vile and tried to jerk her head away.
"Lick it clean!" he commanded, yanking her head down. Her lips pressed against the sticky coating on his cock and she began to retch. "Lick it clean, or I'll break your neck!"
He wound her hair around his hand and jerked violently on it, twisting her neck dangerously.
Totally defeated, she closed her eyes and tried, by sheer force of will, to stop up her nose and stick her tongue out, sliding it along his softening prick shaft, swallowing the fuck juice and shit she was forced to lap up. It was totally disgusting to Anne, but she knew she had no choice but to take up the horrible mixture.
It rolled over her tastebuds and down her throat, bitter and tangy, and to her surprise, she found that it did not taste so bad at all. She began lapping and laying with less restraint, secretly luxuriating in the utter depravity of what she was doing. It was like some of the fantasies she had when she got herself off, a tall handsome stranger forcing her to perform vile acts. She felt a spasm of pleasure deep inside her, an echo of the powerful orgasm she had experienced when he fucked her ass.
When she had licked his prick clean, he said, "Good girl. That's enough for today," as if he were a stem schoolmaster with a difficult pupil.
Then he got up and began dressing. Anne just lay there watching him. She was filled with the conflicting emotions of revulsion and desire.
At last, he turned to her as he positioned his cowboy hat on his head. "I'll see you soon," he said, then turned and walked out of the barn.
"Never!" she called after him softly, so that he couldn't hear. But she knew she would be unable to stay away from him, and she was saddened by this knowledge. CHAPTER FIVE
"Hey, where the hell you been all day? I practically rang your phone off the hook!" Rosie opened the screen door and marched inside as if she owned the place. Then she stopped dead in her tracks when she caught sight of Anne sprawled on the couch, a drink in her hand. "Christ! What happened to you?"
Anne's eyes were puffy from crying and her lips were swollen and battered. Her clothes were rumpled, hay still clinging to them. "Nothing. . . nothing.."
Rose came closer and her expression changed radically when she put two and two together. "Holy shit! I don't believe it! Looks like you've been playing around, Cousin. I guess I should be jealous." She giggled.
"I don't want to talk about it, Rosie. Please, honey, just go away and leave me alone. I'll talk to you tomorrow. O.K.?"
"Nothin' dam'! We've got a special mission to go on tonight!"
Anne's curiosity was piqued, but she said, "Some other time, honey. I need to rest!"
Not paying the slightest attention to Anne's objections, Rosie plopped down on the couch and said, "Listen, you know how all the men went into Henderson tonight to set up the booths for the fair? And how they're supposed to stay at Grandma Kent's boardin' house overnight?"
"Yes."
"Well, that much is true, all right. But my brother Billy told me what goes on there on the fair grounds after those boys get done settin' up. And I don't mind tellin' you, it's pretty wild."
"What do you mean?"
"They get pretty damn raunchy, and I, for one, want to be part of the action, or at least watch it! Billy said he'd sneak me in so I suppose I could sneak you in, too."
"Whatever are YOU talking about?"
"Look, Anne, I ain't got time to explain. You get cleaned up and then we're gonna buzz on into town."
Anne knew by now that Rosie wasn't one to take no for an answer, so she rose wearily and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
At first glance, the fair grounds looked nearly deserted. The booths were set up and a few men were lingering around the prize cow pen, making sure the stakes were set in sturdily.
Rosie grabbed Anne's arm and pulled her toward the huge tent at the end of the concourse, where the square dancing would take place during the following week.
"Billy said it's in here. He fixed up a hiding place for me in there up behind the stage and I hope to God there's room for the both of us. We can get in through the back tent flap."
Anne hung back for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders and followed Rosie to the rear of the tent. Sure enough, there was a back flap, and they crawled inside. Smoke hung heavily in the air and she could hear the low murmur of men's voices.
Picking their way over the stage debris, they found an empty platform raised up above the top of the heavy velvet curtains from where they could look directly onto the stage and still be out of sight of the audience. Billy had thoughtfully left an old mattress there for them.
All the farmers in the community were gathered out there-, nearly a hundred in all, Anne guessed. They were seated on the hard wooden benches, gossiping, chewing tobacco and taking it easy. Anne spotted fat Jim Thompson in his soiled overalls, and Grady Phillips and Lou Teller. And sitting in the front row, eased back and looking dead-tired from the day's work, were George and Billy.
As she looked out at her handsome, hardworking husband, Anne felt a twinge of guilt about fucking Skip. But before she had time to further explore that avenue of thought, Rosie nudged her and pointed to the left, backstage, and Anne's jaw dropped.
A slim man with greased-back hair and a thin mustache was directing several girls through the side entrance. They were dressed in G-strings and high, spiked heels, and they wore sequined pasties over the nipples of their big tits.
Rosie clapped her hand over her mouth and started giggling uncontrollably, but Anne's forehead puckered into a frown.
The floodlights flicked onto the stage and the slim man stepped out onto the floor boards, raising his hand for silence. He launched into some corny, lewd jokes, and then, with a flourish, introduced Suzie Storm, The Sexual Dynamo in a live sex performance.
The men clapped and hooted, and Suzie pranced on stage. Sexy strip music started to blare through the stage speakers as Suzie began her entrancing dance. She jiggled her tits salaciously and launched into a series of bumps and grinds that had the men's mouths watering. Then she coyly untied her G-string and tossed it out to the crowd. Her curly red cunt muff glinted in the light and she twisted her fingers through it, massaging her fat cunt lips.
Then she walked out to the end of the stage in front of George and Billy and squatted down, giving the men an incredible beaver shot. She teasingly spread her pussy labes apart with one hand, and with the other, reached out and grabbed George's hand, pressing it to her juicy cunt hole.
"Aw, Christ!" George moaned, his eyes bulging comically. He tried to leap up onto the stage with the girl, but Billy restrained hint Suzie laughed and winked at him, then gently dislodged his hand from her cunt.
Backing up onto center stage, she twirled around, continuing her lurid dance, jiggling her enticing tits, shimmying so that her ass swayed seductively.
Every man in the house had a hard-on by this time. But Anne had eyes only for her husband. With horror, she watched as he put his hand to his nose, sniffed it, then licked the pussy juice off his fingers!
She wanted to get up and leave, but she couldn't. She had to see what happened next. As the music sped up to a more insistent beat, Suzie turned and beckoned to someone offstage, and a young, handsome man emerged, tanned and muscular, with gleaming golden hair cropped so short it hugged his head. The man was nude, and his prick, fully erect, jutted out before him, twitching lewdly, pre-cum oozing down from the tip.
He approached, sleek and graceful as an animal, as Suzie danced about him, thrusting her pelvis out, twirling her fingers through her cunt muff, pulling out strands and letting them float to the floor. A glistening drop of cunt juice rolled down her thigh for all to see. Then she dropped to her knees in front of the man, looking out at the audience and winking as she grabbed the man's immense prick and slipped the knob between her ovaled lips.
A collective sigh went up from the audience as she slid her lips down the man's cock shaft and began giving him an expert blow-job.
Several men in the audience unzipped their pants and hauled out their pricks, unashamedly jacking on them. The man groaned and bucked at Suzie's spectacular cock-sucking. Then, abruptly, she let his prick slide from her mouth and turned her ass toward him, crouching on her hands and knees. She looked out at the audience and blew the farmers a kiss, then reached back and spread her ass cheeks to their howls of encouragement.
The man, wildly aroused, knelt behind Suzie and slammed his prick up her offered cunt hole. She wailed like an animal and hunched forward, her tits dangling, the sequin-capped nipples brushing the stage.
"Oh my God!" Rosie groaned.
She groped for Anne's tit and began massaging it as she rubbed her other hand up and down her cunt mound. Frustrated by the coarse cotton pants that covered her pussy, she unzipped the fly and thrust her hand inside underneath her panties, sighing loudly as she made contact with her pulsing clit.
"Sssshhh!" Anne held her finger to her lips, afraid they would be discovered. She was having trouble controlling her own gasps of delight as Rosie persisted in kneading her tit.
The man was fucking Suzie hard and fast, the lewd slapping of his balls against her thighs punctuating their moans and groans. Each time he withdrew huge globs of pussy cream dripped onto the stage.
Anne stared incredulously. She had always thought she had a juicy pussy when she was aroused, but this spectacle defied belief. The stripper was a sex machine, lusty and totally involved in the act, taken up in her passion.
George was watching the fucking intently. He had not pulled his cock out, but Anne could see he was really turned on. She couldn't really blame him, she was turned on, too. But he was so religious, so conservative; she would never in a million years have expected to see him in such a place.
She unbuttoned her blouse, offering more of her warm tit flesh to Rosie as the two continued, spell-bound, to follow the fuck action below and feel each other up.
Suddenly, the man stiffened, yelped like a wounded animal, and pulled his prick out of the slut's cunt, just as a heavy wad shot from it, arching in the air and splattering on the woman's fat ass. Another wad exploded, then another, plastering her pale skin.
At last she stood, slid her hand down in her crotch and ass crack and, facing the audience, she raised her hand to her mouth and licked her fingers clean. The farmers went wild, stamping their feet, throwing their hats in the air, some of them letting loose with their own loads of cum.
Anne saw Jim Thompson shoot a load that hit Sam Peterson in the back of the head. She would have laughed out loud had she not been so aroused. The whole situation seemed so absurdly bizarre. Yet here she was, fucked away with Rosie, creaming her jeans and watching her husband, among others, behave like a lewd adolescent.
Rosie, sweating and breathing hard, began struggling to get out of her clothes. Anne, seeing what the girl had in mind, started to help her. It would be a long night, full of steamy sex, and it would be best to be unencumbered by clothes. Naked and gleaming in the dim backstage light, Rosie in turn helped Anne to disrobe just as the emcee returned onstage to announce the next act.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen. Quiet. Yes, yes, Suzie is incredible. Yes, yes . . quiet, please. Our next act, one I'm sure you'll enjoy, features audience participation. Yes sir, some lucky stud in the audience will have an opportunity to fuck one of the sexiest women in the world, Tanya LaRue.
The spotlight shifted as an extravagantly beautiful brunette slunk on stage in a long, shimmering gown. Hoots and catcalls once more erupted from the audience, and Rosie and Anne, lying side by side, their naked flesh rubbing together, looked on eagerly.
An exotic, Arabian melody blared from the speakers and the gorgeous woman began to undulate seductively, slowly unpeeling layers of clothing until she revealed the most voluptuous, awe-inspiring body Anne had ever seen. Gigantic tits, full and firm, with dark purplish areolas and long, tapering nipples, a tiny, tiny waist, and full, womanly hips above long, curvy legs.
"My God! Is she real?" Rosie whispered, her hand smoothing down Anne's tummy to her cunt delta.
Tanya danced and pivoted, displaying her fabulous equipment to the audience, teasing them to a high state of arousal. Then she walked out to the end of the stage, her legs parted, her hands on her hips, surveying the audience boldly.
The men jumped up and pressed forward, offering themselves to her in the heat of the moment. But as her gaze flicked back and forth over the ragged crew, it finally held steady on a broad-shouldered man in the front row. His sandy hair and strong, masculine face appealed to her.
She pointed to him and beckoned him up on stage.
"No, no!" Anne whispered, holding to Rosie tightly as her husband, George, walked up on the stage, his farmer friends shouting encouragement to him. Anne saw that his hardening cock created a huge bulge in his pants.
"Yes, lover. I like you," the woman whispered. "Come . . . come to mamma."
George came toward her as if mesmerized, staring at her firm, luscious tits with their distended, stiffened nipples.
"Relax, baby, relax," she said. "Act natural."
Some fast rock music began to play over the sound system and the steady, throbbing bass seemed to have a direct effect on him. He forgot that he was on stage. The only thing that was real to him was the gorgeous woman before him.
He cupped her tits in his hands and bent down, nuzzling his face between them, licking and sucking on them as if he hadn't been with a woman in months.
Anne felt very strange. Much as she wanted to hate her husband for what he was doing and feel jealousy and anger toward the loose woman on stage, she really only felt excitement. She spread her cunt lips wide and let Rosie, who was equally turned on, jab her finger up inside, rolling it around, churning up the fuck juices.
Tanya clasped George behind the head, pushing his face harder against her tits, undulating her hips so that her shaved cunt slid along the crotch of his trousers. She was getting very hot herself.
"Bite them, baby. Bite my tits!" she groaned. George sank his teeth into her smooth, honey-colored tit meat, moaning deep in his throat at the exotic taste of her flesh and the erotic way she brushed against him.
His balls ached and his prick bulged obscenely in his pants, battering against its confinement. Tanya's eyes turned up in their sockets so that only the whites showed. She loved having this handsome man eating her flesh, devouring her body.
"I need to feel you naked against me," she murmured as she pushed him aside and started to unsnap his pants.
Hooting erupted in the gallery and a performer first and foremost, Tanya turned her back toward them and bent over, reaching behind herself and spreading her cunt lips wide, giving them a fabulous beaver shot.
George proceeded from where she had left off, kicking off his shoes and stripping out of his pants and shirt.
The farmers leaned forward in their seats, their mouths watering as they tried to experience the luscious Tanya through their friend, George.
"Now, baby, you're gonna suck my cunt," she prompted him.. And she leaned into a back-bend, displaying her incredible suppleness, her tits flopping down by her chin, the underswells fully revealed.
"Jesus!" George groaned, and he dropped to his knees.
Her position made her succulent, shaved pussy very accessible and he began to lick and suck on it wildly, holding firmly to the backs of her thighs.
Sighs and groans went up from the audience as the lewd, slavering sounds of cunt-sucking echoed above the driving rhythm of the music.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" Tanya was groaning as he attacked her pussy greedily, licking up her musky cunt cream. The blood was rushing to her face and she was feeling wonderfully giddy as he probed her pussy with his rapidly darting tongue.
Then, just when she felt an orgasm approaching, she straightened up, her long dark hair once again tumbling down her back to her waist.
She danced away from him, striking lewd poses for the men in the audience as George looked on, stunned.
At one point she sat down at center stage, spreading her legs wide and lifting them slightly at the knees. Then she began playing with herself. First she strummed her fingers over her cunt hole, then she stuck two deep inside, pistoning them in and out. Her face contorted into a mask of lust and she panted and shuddered with abandon.
The men were going wild streaming down from their seats up to the stage to get a better look. Some tried to jump onstage, but the. emcee and a young blond man darted forth and pushed them down.
Tanya turned toward George, whose big purple prick was standing painfully at attention, and gestured to him. "Now, baby, now. Fuck me!"
She lay back, her legs spread, waiting for him to mount her. He was shaking with need, his cock so hard it was hammering against his belly.
Anne looked on with awe. She had never seen his cock that erect before. She held her breath and silently screamed as Rosie's persistent finger-fucking brought her off at last. Thrashing wildly, gulping back her cries of pleasure, she came hard as she continued to watch her husband prepare to fuck another woman.
"In me, baby. In me. . ." Tanya beckoned.
He crouched between her sleek thighs, his agitated prick seeming to home in on her hot, juicy pussy.
A sigh went up from the farmers as he lunged forward, jabbing his big prick to the hilt in her pussy.
She groaned with pleasure and raised her legs, crossing her ankles behind his neck so she could give the farmers an excellent view of his cock stroking in and out of her pink pussy.
George was enraged with lust. Oblivious to those observing him, he fucked the woman hard, cussing and rasping vile language, language totally alien to Anne. She had never heard him utter those words before, and now, as they spewed from his lips, her heart sped up and her cunt began to spasm wildly. She saw that Rosie was lewdly finger-fucking herself, and she followed suit, desperately needing an outlet.
"Cunt! Cock-sucking whore!" George hissed as he rammed the gorgeous slut, mauling her tits, then leaning forward and french kissing her passionately.
Many men in the audience were jacking off as they watched the wild fuck, and the yeasty smell of cocks and cum hung heavily in the air.
"Shit! Fucking cunt!" George grunted.
Tanya merely smiled at him, and with a strong, whipping motion of her hips, knocked him to his side, then his back, as she took the top position, his cock never having slipped from her cunt.
Like a crazed jockey racing for the finish line, she rode his big prick, jouncing her ass off his groin and leaning forward so the audience could see his cock sliding into her cunt slit.
"Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" they were cheering, and she slammed back and strained forward above him, her tits dangling, her hair tossing.
George suddenly felt a tremendous surge of lust and tension roll over him settling painfully in his balls. He roared and humped up violently as his climax overtook him. He could feel that Tanya was coming too, for her cunt wrenched violently, and she screamed loudly, then jumped off of his cock, letting his jizz splatter onto his chest and belly, a demonstration to the onlookers of his voluminous cum.
Tanya seemed energized by the fuck. Taking several bows before the cheering audience, she scooped up George's clothes, then extended her hand, helping him up and leading him backstage, out of sight. They got a standing ovation.
Anne and Rosie had both come again as they watched the lewd performance. And now, exhausted, they leaned against one another, Anne straining to see where her husband had gone. But he and the woman had disappeared.
"Well, I guess I'm shocked," she said, gently caressing Rosie's tits. "But, damn it, he's got a right to some strange pussy if I'm, fucking strange cock?" Rosie finished. Anne flushed and nodded. CHAPTER SIX
It was nearly one the next afternoon when Anne heard the jeep pull up in front of the house. Quickly she checked herself in the hall mirror, making sure her hair was in place and that her lounging pajamas were pulled tautly against her tits, revealing her deep, tantalizing cleavage.
George fumbled for a few moments with the keys, then opened the door, looking tired but content, his jacket slung aver his shoulder.
"Well, hi, there," Anne drawled, striking a sexy pose.
George smiled uncertainly, then broke into a broad grin. "Hey, what's the sexy get-up for? Not that I mind one bit!"
"I just thought it would be nice for a change," she purred, walking toward him. She smiled up at him and ran her long cool fingers through his tousled hair. "How did it go down at the fair?"
His blush was barely perceptible. "Oh, Billy and I worked real hard setting up the booths. Sure glad I don't have to man any of 'em. What say we go down and do some square dancing some night next week?"
Anne chuckled slyly. "Yes. They have a nice big tent all set up for it. I know. I was inside it last night."
George flinched and looked down at her in disbelief as the blood drained from his face. "Wh-what were you d-doing there?"
"Watching you and that slut perform, of course," Anne replied, laughing softly.
George's face got so red and puffy it looked for a moment as if it would explode. "You were spyin' on me!" he bellowed, realizing that the best defense was a strong offense.
"Yes, that's right," Anne said calmly. "Rosie and I snuck in to spy on you guys."
George couldn't believe her candor and obvious self-control. He simply did not know what to make of it. He sagged visibly. "Well, I guess I can't deny it." An expression of fear crossed his face. "Are you gonna leave me?"
Anne couldn't resist laughing again. He had such a hang-dog, sad-eyed look about him. "Hell, no! I'll tell you something really strange, George. I got real tuned on watching you fuck that beautiful bitch. And I guess if I were a man and I'd been in your shoes, I wouldn't have hesitated to do exactly the same thing."
George gazed at her, wide-eyed. Tentatively, he reached up and clasped her hand in his. "You mean that, babe?"
"Of course I do, George. Things were getting to be old hat between us. Our fucking just hasn't had the oomph it used to. Variety is the spice of life, honey, and I sure don't want to deny you that." She raised her free hand and patted his crotch. "That is, as long as you find time to fuck me now and then."
George was astounded. "Jeez, who says you can't have your cake and eat it too?" he whooped. "Baby, you never have to worry about me not fucking you. Fact is, I'm gonna bust my britches if I don't ram this old cock up your sweet little cunt this very minute!"
He slung his hand under her legs and swung up into his arms, kissing her passionately as he strode down the hall toward the bedroom.
Anne was delighted. Things had worked out even better than she had expected. Her pussy churned with desire as she felt his strong, muscular arms about her and felt his warm flesh and insistent kisses.
He laid her gently on the bed and began stripping out of his clothes. Anne shivered with anticipation, groaning with lusty exuberance when his big prick came into view. She whimpered and shivered, remembering how that cock had looked with the stage lights shining on it as it plowed in and out of Tanya LaRue's velvety cunt.
Anne wasted no time. Quickly, she skinned out of her clinging pajamas, displaying her exquisite body to her husband.
"God, George," she moaned, looking up at him with a mixture of hunger and love. "God, baby, I need you! I need to taste that sweet cock of yours."
George climbed next to her and began to smooth his hands over her supple, curvy body. Then he artfully positioned himself so that they were in a 69 position.
"Oh!" Anne sighed as hot, pulsing prick meat pressed against her lips and the tangy scent of his groin filled her nostrils.
She grabbed his prick at its thick root and aimed it at her mouth as she ovaled her lips. Then, hovering over his helmet-shaped prick head, savoring the tense moment before she took his cock meat into her mouth, she wriggled her ass, pushing her cunt mound against George's face. Her curly, wiry pussy hairs tickled his nose and lips, and he chomped down on a tuft of her muff, chewing on it, relishing its savory taste and texture, being careful not to wrench any hairs from her groin.
"God, baby!" Anne groaned, and then she took his cock head between her lips, running her tongue around the rim, stabbing at the juncture on the underside between head and shaft.
He grunted and he let her muff hairs slide, spit-drenched, from his mouth. Then he pried apart her cunt labes with his thumbs, pushing his face in the mushy warmth of her oozing cunt, slurping up the sweet liquor that flowed from it.
Anne shuddered with pleasure when she felt his tongue lapping up and down her cunt slot, stimulating all the sensitive nerves in her tender flesh.
Trying to concentrate on her own task, she began to take inch after inch of his throbbing prick into her mouth, sucking around his turgid, throbbing prick flesh. She craved his cock desperately, wanted to feel the wide tip ramming down her throat. After Rosie had dropped her off, she had spent the entire night thinking and dreaming about gorging on her husband's gigantic prick, drinking down his precious cum.
She slurped and laved round his cock pole, snaking her tongue around and around it, sliding it over his pulsing veins and nudging the widening piss-slit in his prick head.
He groaned into her cunt, the vibrations of his voice setting off ripples of sensations up her fuck tunnel. Then he stabbed his tongue inside, sliding against her slick pussy walls, then withdrawing it, poking it at her fat cunt labes.
She ground her ass and rotated her hips, the sensational tongue-fuck driving her wild as pangs of sharp pleasure shot through her loins. When he began pressing down on her burgeoning clit with his thumb, she bucked violently, covering his chin with a huge flow of sticky cunt cream.
So thrilling was his touch on her stiff clit that she nearly bit down on his prick in her ecstatic abandon. But she caught herself at the last moment and slid her moist lips up his cock shaft to the swollen head, laying it lovingly, then sucking down, once more taking in over half of his prick.
As she felt his rubbery cock tip press against her tonsils she rolled up her eyes, altered her position slightly, and, taking a deep breath, sucked his prick head down into her throat, gurgling with joy around his cock wedge as she felt it straining her hot, tight gullet.
She undulated her throat muscles, massaging his huge cock, and she felt his prick buck and lurch within her, swelling with an increased supply of blood.
George's tongue-fucking sped up after Anne deep-throated his cock. Knowing that he was about to shoot his load any minute, he was trying desperately to get his wife off as well. Furiously, he squeezed and rotated her big clit. His tongue slashed up her fuck tunnel repeatedly, probing its depths and scraping along its sides, working in conjunction with his diddling fingers.
Tension mounted as husband and wife built and built toward an extraordinary climax. The electricity of their excitement was in the air and the steamy smell of their sweat and fuck juice assaulted their senses. And then, in a great rush, they both went over the edge, roaring into a gut-wrenching, nerve frazzling mutual orgasm that jarred their bones and quickened their blood.
Anne's cry was muffled by George's spewing cock. She writhed and thrashed as what felt like a pint of jizz slid down into her belly, coating her throat with a thick, slimy veneer.
George nearly swooned with his powerful release, gulping down the vast amount of cunt juice that poured onto his tongue. His wife clamped her thighs against his head and forced her pussy even farther into his mouth as she came repeatedly.
At last they rolled away from each other, panting as they lay on their backs and the breeze that blew in through the open window cooled their hot, sweating bodies.
When her breathing had returned to normal, Anne turned to George and began caressing his broad, muscular shoulder. Then she squirmed closer, pressing her lips against the hollow of his neck, letting her hand roam over his soft, sticky cock.
"Mmmmm," he moaned, smiling gently, returning her caress as he cupped one perfect tit in his palm. "See what you do to me?"
His cock was getting hard again under her gentle attention, and his breathing was growing ragged and labored.
"Talk dirty to me, George. Like you did to that girl last night. Please, baby," Anne whispered.
George paused for a moment, ill at ease. It had been natural for him to fall into gutter language with the gorgeous slut he had fucked the night before, but this was his lovely, delicate, city-bred wife. Somehow, it didn't seem right.
"I'm a cunt aren't I?" Anne prompted, pressing her body against his, listing his prick vigorously. His cock lurched when he heard her say that. "I'm just a cock-sucking whore!"
His temples began to pound as blood rushed to his face. His cock was fully erect and he was feeling a strange mixture of anger and lust. "Don't talk like that, Anne. You're not some sloppy whore!"
"Ooooh, but I am!" she taunted, letting go of his prick and rolling away from him. She got on her hands and knees with her ass facing him, then looked back at him, smiling lewdly.
"I'm a fuckin', cock-suckin' cunt, and I want to feel your prick ramming up my ass!" She reached back and spread her ass cheeks, exposing her Pulsing little asshole.
George was overwhelmed by her sickeningly lewd behavior. She really was acting like a whore. And the suggestion that he fuck her ass, it was unthinkable! He had never fucked a woman's asshole before, not even, a whore's. It was a filthy, disgusting, unnatural thing to do.
"Hey, George, if you don't fuck my pretty little ass I'm gonna go out and find someone who will . ."
His skin prickled at her words. For the first time it occurred to him that she had probably been cheating on him, catting around on the sly. And though they had agreed to be open minded about adultery, he still felt a spasm of jealousy.
"Why you no-good, cock-sucking little cunt!" he spat, lunging for her.
Anne shivered with delight at the vile, humiliating words.
He grabbed her ass roughly, then hauled off and slapped it hard, leering as the tender flesh jiggled and his hand print surfaced, fiery-red.
"Aaaw!" she howled, shocked at his violence, even though she had provoked Her cunt spasmed wildly as the sharp sting of the slap ignited a raging lust within her.
"Damn you! You slut! I'm gonna fuck your ass, all right!"
She pretended to struggle against him as he roughly pried her ass cheeks even farther apart, positioning himself so his cock head pressed against her moist little asshole.
She shuddered at the contact, and for a moment Anne regretted her behavior. His prick tip felt huge and threatening against her little asshole and she knew there would be pain. Yet she also felt thrilling waves of lust race up and down her spine. Her stomach fluttered and her thighs twitched as she readied herself for the invasion of his cock.
"Fuck me, stud!" she hissed. "Hurt me!"
He growled at her rough, low-class language, for he knew for sure now that she had been unfaithful to him.
Without the aid of any lube, he lunged forward, jamming his prick head halfway inside her sphincter, rending her little ass ring and sending agonizing blasts of pain cutting through her bowels.
"Aw, Christ!" she shrieked as tears fell down her cheeks and her ass tunnel was nearly ripped apart at her husband's insistent pounding.
"Is this, unh! Is this what you want?" he growled, grinding his ass, cork-screwing his cock farther and farther up her ass.
"Oh God! Slower! Go slower!" she pleaded. On the edge of hysteria, she truly thought he would kill her with his savage assault.
"Oooooh, no! I'm, unh, I'm gonna hurt you! Just like you want, slut!" he rasped, and he reached under her torso and grabbed her right tit, yanking hard on it, causing her yet more agony.
"Oh my God, George! Stop! I didn't mean it!" she cried.
George found her screaming strangely arousing, and her hot tight asshole was a revelation. Resistant to the penetration of his prick, it exerted a tremendous pressure on his cock. It felt as if the cum would be sucked right up his prick tube from his balls.
Farther and farther, he pressed in, her cries of pain egging him on, the forbidden depths of her wrenching ass tunnel gradually opening up to his prick. When at last his tight ball sac pressed against the backs of her upper thighs, he relaxed, the strain easing from his face.
But Anne was in a hell of agony. She was shuddering convulsively, the excruciating pain increasing as her tortured, ravaged ass smarted from the brutal punishment it had received. She prayed that she would lose consciousness as she had with Skip. But this time, she remained fully awake, fully aware of her cruel, inescapable predicament.
She was sweating buckets, shuddering spastically. George looked down at her with satisfaction, enjoying her suffering. He tweaked her nipple again and slapped her ass cheek hard.
"Having fun?" he sneered, and she could only whimper in response.
Finally, he began to edge back, slowly unsheathing his long cock from his wife's ass. She howled at the sudden movement, then stiffened as she felt her bowels contract. For a moment of sheer horror, she thought she was going to totally lose control and shit on her husband's cock. Summoning all of her strength, she held her muscles fast, keeping back her bowels, tightening her ass muscles around his retreating cock.
"Oh man!" George groaned at the tight clasping grip her asshole was exerting. But still, he managed to move steadily backward, easing his fat cock pole from her ravaged ass.
When only his prick head remained snug inside her ass ring, she collapsed forward with a sigh of relief, able at last to breathe regularly again. The aching soreness in her ass was bearable now.
But George was wildly turned on and he needed to piston his cock in and out of her hot, dry asshole in order to get the kind of stimulation that would bring him to a powerful climax. He cut her reprieve short.
"Aaaagh!" she groaned in protest as he once more began, to impale her shit channel with his prick.
The searing pain shot through her. But it was two-edged in that along with the agonizing pressure and heat was a tingling, scratching sensation that her brain first recorded as pain and then read as pleasure. She was beginning to feel the weird, ticklish sensations that inevitably led to arousal and orgasm. But she was not fully aware of this yet, and she continued to pray that George would soon stop ass-fucking her.
George had entered a new dimension of experience. The incredible stimulation his cock was getting in Anne's churning asshole was extraordinarily powerful. His cock was ironhard and pulsing with such an engorgement of blood that it felt as if it would explode up her narrow ass.
As he fucked in, then withdrew, fucked in, then withdrew, he began to notice a change in his wife's response. She was no longer trying to pull away from him, but was instead fucking back at him, serving her tender ass meat up for more grueling punishment.
Her grunts and yelps of protest were being transformed into moans of pleasure. His pummeling cock was stimulating the tissues deep in her ass tunnel, triggering a violent reaction in her cunt and clit.
"Oh, George! Christ!" she gasped. The tide of her climax was washing over her as his heavy, rubbery prick slammed relentlessly into her shuddering asshole, ravishing her.
He gritted his teeth ass she spasmed violently, wrenching his cock brutally within the tight confines of her ass. Then, when her orgasm had expired and she hung limply in his grip, he fucked into her more forcefully than before. The jizz rumbled in his balls and with a laud bellow of release, he shot a sizzling wad of potent cum up her ass.
Anne woke from a sweet, dreamless sleep. Turning on her side she saw that George had already left for the fields, the farm work simply couldn't wait. The smell of their fucking was still in the air, sharp and musky, and she giggled softly to herself, remembering how George had changed from nervous guilty husband to wild, savage rapist in just a few moments. It had been an experience she would always cherish.
Twisting in the damp sheets, she reached over and grabbed the phone from the night stand, quickly dialing. "Hello, Rosie? I have a plan..." CHAPTER SEVEN
The following day was a scorcher. The old men in town argued whether or not eggs could be fried on the street, and Matt Baker had a record-breaking lunch crowd in his air-conditioned diner.
But on the outlying farms, work continued as usual, Billy Sweet and George Dickenson overseeing the weeding and dusting of their crops. They longed for the sun to set so they could retreat to their homes, to cool drinks, long showers and bed. Nevertheless, they worked on, for this crop was outstanding in every way, and if it was looked after it could make up for the losses they had suffered in past years.
When at last, it began to grow dark and was difficult to see, Billy let his farm hands go for the day and headed back to the house. He hoped his sister, Rosie had cooked him a decent meal. She'd been running around too much of late, neglecting her duties at home. He meant to give her a talking to about it, but he knew she wouldn't mind him the way she had minded their father.
He strode into the house, so exhausted he thought he might just skip dinner and go straight to bed. And as he pointed himself in the direction of his bedroom, he suddenly did a double-take.
Turning quickly on his heel, he gaped in surprise. It wasn't a hallucination, after all. Anne, his cousin George's wife, was sitting in the rocking chair, completely nude, fanning herself with a large, straw fan. Her fat, luscious tits were so firm they barely jiggled as she rocked back and forth. Her thighs were only slightly parted, so he couldn't see her pussy, although he had a good view of her furry muff.
She was smiling up at him expectantly, but his voice caught in his throat. His heart palpitated and his cock lurched and began to swell. Anne noticed this with amusement.
"Wh-what's this all about?" he finally stuttered, drawing closer."
"I thought I might come entertain you tonight. That is, if you're not too tired. Rosie's making the same proposal to my husband right now."
"What?"
"What's the matter, Billy? Don't you find me attractive?" She stood up, laying the fan down, fully revealing her splendid body.
Billy gulped and took a step backward. He knew if he didn't get out of there right away he would surely fuck the beautiful woman. He had only so much self-control.
"Billy, darling, don't go away. Let me touch you. I want to see that big cock of yours. I can tell you've got a hard-on for me. You can't hide it."
She approached him and sank to her knees, gently unhooking his belt and unzipping his fly, then pushing his heavy Levi's down his ass cheeks.
She was delighted to find that he wore no underpants. His prick sprang free of its confinement, huge and stiff, so erect, it nearly touched his belly.
She leaned in toward him, breathing in the cheesy, musty smell of his sweaty groin. Then she lifted his ball sac and nuzzled underneath it where his pungent male scent was strongest.
He stood trembling as she pawed, his thighs and began licking around his swelling balls. "God, Anne! You don't know what you're doing to me!"
But Anne did know, and with a greedy hunger she grabbed his cock shaft, bending it down toward her mouth.
"Oooooh, so nice . .." she sighed, gazing down at his pulsing prick head, so shapely and delectable, looking.
She kissed his thick prick tip and laved around the rim and down the shaft, delighting in the horny groans this evoked from the young man. His gamey-tasting prick was exciting to her and she began licking and kissing with greater fervor. Then, as she swiped up toward his cock knob again, she ovaled her lips and sucked the glossy tip into her hot, moist mouth.
Billy groaned and shuddered and the jizz boiled and churned in his balls. He gave up all pretense of trying to resist her. He reached down, curling his fingers in her hair, and held fast. He was too turned on to wait while she plied her teasing, cock-sucking techniques.
Bucking forward, he fucked into her mouth brutally. She gasped and coughed around his prick, put completely off balance by his sudden shift to aggressiveness.
She screwed up her eyes as he pulled hard on her hair and slid his cock from her mouth, then rammed in again. Recognizing how turned on he was, she knew he'd be dumping his first load down her throat within moments. As he brutally fucked her face, nearly knocking the wind from her, she reached up behind his balls, searching for his asshole.
She pressed it lightly with her fingertip, feeling how slippery it was with sweat and escaping ass juice. Then she traced around and around the muscular rim, feeling the sphincter contracting.
Billy groaned and bucked forward, trying to dislodge her finger. "Stop that!" he hissed, but she persisted in her exploration, all at once stabbing her finger in, her long nail scraping the soft tissue in his virgin asshole.
"Aaaargh! You bitch!" Billy gasped, enraged. He slapped her face hard and wriggled furiously, trying to expel her finger.
Anne was thrilled by his savage behavior, and she skewered her finger in deeper, pressing upon his prostate at the same moment that she slid the tip of her tongue into his piss-slit.
"Aaargh!" he cried as he began hosing a powerful spray of jizz down her throat.
Gasping and gurgling, she took it down with relish, persisting with the lewd, cork-screwing motion of her finger in his ass.
His supply of cum seemed endless as it continued to slide down into her belly, filling her full. Then, his eyes burning with the profound joy of his release, he pulled his cock from between her lips. Still hard as a rock, despite the tremendous wad he had shot, his prick hammered against his belly, spattering it with droplets of cum.
Growling threateningly, he grasped Anne's wrist and wrenched it down, pulling her finger from his asshole. "Cunt!" he grunted.
With hardly a pause, he grasped her arms and pulled her to a standing position. She smiled at him, a drop of jizz sliding from the corner of her mouth.
"You're a beauty," he sighed, taking along hard look at her great body. "I'm not finished with you yet."
He clamped his arm roughly about her waist and carried her the, few steps to the couch, flinging her onto it so she was bent over the back, her ass jutting out invitingly, her head and arms dangling onto the cushions.
Without a word, Billy stepped forward, spread her ass cheeks and revealed the slick pink meat of her pretty cunt. The lips were thick, and they unfurled like the meaty petals of a flower. He slid his thumb along her cunt slot and was amazed at how much cunt juice had collected there. The bitch was hot, he could see that.
He wedged his throbbing prick head against her steamy cunt hole, and Anne held her breath with anticipation, shivers of arousal racing up and down her body.
Then, with a groan of unrestrained lust, Billy lunged forward, driving his prick to the hilt in one mighty thrust.
Three miles away, George wearily trudged to his front door and let himself in. "I'm home, honey," he called out.
There was no response, but he could hear splashing, and following that sound, he found himself in front of the closed bathroom door. He smiled and chuckled to himself. It had been a long time since he'd given his wife a bath and he felt an overwhelming desire to do so now. His cock began to swell as he recalled what it felt like to smooth his hands over Anne's soapy tits and playfully diddle her cunt under warm bath water...
With a delightful sense of mounting eroticism, he opened the door, a word of endearment on his lips. But he choked it down immediately when he saw Rosie look up at him, her pert little tits floating on the water, her toes playfully wriggling around the spigot.
"Excuse me!" he gasped, backing out, unable to tear his gaze from her delightful tit mounds. His cock was lurching wildly in his pants now.
"Wait, don't go, George," Rosie called out to him. "Please stay. I like having you look at me." She smiled at him. "In fact, I'd like it even better if you touched me."
"Rosie!" He looked into the hall nervously, expecting Anne to catch him with his cousin any moment.
Rosie chuckled, amused by his scared-rabbit look. "Don't worry about Anne. She's over at my place, fucking Billy." George's jaw dropped and he looked at her in disbelief. "In fact, this whole thing was her idea." She sat up in the tub, revealing the lovely underswells of her tits and her lean torso.
George moaned with arousal at the sight, unconsciously clutching his groin. In view of Anne's behavior the last few days he didn't doubt what Rosie said. He shook his head and smiled ruefully, looking at the attractive girl with a mixture of lust and tenderness.
"Move over, Rosie," he said at last. "I'm coming in."
He hurriedly stripped out of his clothes and walked up to the tub. Looking down into the clear water he could see her naked cunt in the shallow water.
"God, you look good," he sighed, and then he climbed into the tub.
It was a large, old-fashioned relic with claw feet, much larger than standard bath tubs, but still too small for two people to fit into comfortably.
Rosie giggled, drawing her knees up under her chin as George slid in at the other end, facing her.
She noted with pleasure that his prick was gigantic and rock-hard, just as it had been when she'd seen him fuck Tanya. And it remained erect in the warm water, not shrinking as it would have done in a cold pool or pond.
With Rosie's knees drawn up so severely, George had an excellent view of her waterlogged cunt. It was tight and attractive, but looked very different than his wife's. The lips were thin and tiny, and the flesh was a coral color, the pussy hair was almost non-existent. It was a delightful young cunt.
He stretched out his leg and playfully pressed his toes against her pussy crease, laughing as she twitched involuntarily. She spread her thighs farther apart to give him greater access, and he continued to probe her crotch with his foot, pressing the sole along her asshole and cunt, feeling her hot young flesh against it.
Then he slid forward on his ass, spreading his legs widely, embracing the girl with his arms as they meshed together, their legs bent at the knees, their crotches pressed tightly together so that they looked something like a four-legged spider..
George sighed deeply when he felt Rosie's smooth, wet tits touch his chest, the little nipples stiffened with passion.
"God, you're beautiful!" he groaned and pressed her against him more tightly, flexing his thighs against hers, delighting in the sleek suppleness of her body.
Rosie had never fucked anyone as manly as George before. She had had a few unsatisfying fuck sessions with Paul Krueger, a lad of her own age from another farm, but they amounted to very little. Her other sexual adventures had been with a girlfriend and with Anne.
Now she felt the heady passion of being fucked by a handsome; experienced man. He began to kiss her gently on the mouth, then became more insistent, stabbing his tongue between her lips, exploring her sweet mouth.
She shuddered with pleasure and her tongue grew restless as well, tangling with George's, entwining with it.
His prick pulsed and swelled, the head poking above the waterline, touching Rosie's adorable cunt slit.
As his passion became more intense with the responsive kisses from the young girl, George no longer could hold off ramming his thick, vibrant prick up the young girl's cunt. He lowered one hand, using it to help line up his rubbery cock head with her tight, hot pussy hole, and then lunged forward, sliding his ass along the porcelain tub bottom.
"Ooooh!" Rosie gasped as she felt his cock puncture her pussy, bringing warm bath water in with it.
George groaned with the deep joy he felt as her hot cunt walls closed in around his huge cock, the steamy bath water and her sticky cunt juice streaming around his prick.
"Oh, Rosie!" he moaned, and he humped in farther until his cock head brushed up against the end of her long, narrow cunt channel. "Baby!"
His eyes rolled in their sockets, his ass cheeks clenched, and his guts wrenched with the overpowering sensations he was experiencing. Never before in his life had he fucked into a hotter, tighter slicker cunt. And the way the girl moved her pussy muscles! It was making him delirious with pleasure!
He unclasped his arms from around her and grabbed the sides of the tub, bracing himself as he began to piston his prick in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, George!" Rosie moaned, her pussy churning wildly around his prick as it jabbed in and out, scraping, her cunt walls and stimulating her sensitive nerves.
With one hand she grabbed the edge of the tub to steady herself as he reamed her out with his mighty cock. With the other hand, she reached down through the water and ran her fingers along her cunt mound, finding her hard little clit. She began to rub it around and around in the warm, soothing water, arousing herself still more as George began to assault her frenziedly.
Waves washed up around them, spilling over the sides of the tub and splashing onto the floor as George's fuck pace increased in force and speed.
Rosie tossed her head back, her long blonde hair cascading into the water, and she began to groan over and over again. "Do it to me, George! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
George was doing just that, slamming into her now with complete abandon, charged-up even further by the lewd spectacle of her playing with herself.
"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she groaned as her body tensed with the building need for release. Her face was bloated with desire, her tits swollen and aching, and the scratching, teasing searing sensations in her clit and cunt were growing more severe, sure signs that a powerful orgasm was approaching.
George felt it, too. Her cunt was snapping and twitching around his turgid prick crazily, milking it so wildly that he thought it would skin the outer flesh off.
"Rosie, Rosie, Rosie!" he bellowed at last, his eyes bulging, his face flushed a dangerous beet-red. "I'm comiiing!"
With a mighty forward heave, he rammed his cock up her cunt tunnel and shot his wad in to her cunt so powerfully that Rosie was pushed backward. She could really feel his jizz rushing inside of her, spraying her raw pussy.
"Oh God, oh God!" she whimpered, and with a final flick of her fingernail against her sensitive little clit, she, too, was overcome by a powerful orgasm.
She thrashed in the water and humped up and down, her contracting pussy walls squeezing the last few drops from his amazing prick. CHAPTER EIGHT
Anne realized that the next major step in broadening the horizons of the people she loved was to have them participate in a cluster fuck. So, as she and George and Billy and Rosie were returning one evening from several hours of glorious, raucous square dancing, she invited the brother and sister in for a nightcap.
Winking conspiratorially at Rosie, Anne was able to let the girl know what she had in mind. Rosie's face flushed with excitement as she stepped into the kitchen with Anne and helped her mix the drinks.
Neither of the women thought the men had discussed their sexual experiences of the week before, so they weren't sure how George and Billy would respond to the plan at hand.
Giggling and whispering softly, the women kicked off their shoes and carefully stripped out of their dresses, petticoats and stockings.
They were a stunning pair standing under the glow of the kitchen light. Unable to resist each other's charms, they embraced, pressing their tits together and kissing tenderly.
Gently, Anne lowered her hand, smoothing it over Rosie's lovely ass cheeks, then sliding it under her asshole toward her pussy. Rosie's cunt was hot and moist, and Anne moaned with pleasure as she swept her fingers back and forth over it, coating them with fragrant pussy juice.
"We have to go back in the living room," Rosie reminded Anne, though she, too, was hesitant to let go of the other voluptuous woman.
Anne nodded and let go of her pretty friend. "Remember," she said, "I want a taste of that luscious cunt of yours." And she patted Rosie on the ass.
The women picked up the drinks and sauntered into the living room. George stopped his discussion in mid-sentence, catching his breath, his gaze boring into the lush bodies of the two naked women.
Billy, seeing the expression on his cousins s face, quickly turned his head and he, too, was astounded. So much feminine beauty concentrated in one spot was a little overwhelming! He hadn't seen his sister naked since she Was a very little girl, and he now sucked in his breath, for she was exquisite.
The two women basked in. the men's admiration as they came forward with the drinks, bending low to hand them around, then sitting next to each other on the couch, sipping their own drinks.
Casually, they began to fondle each other, their soft hands roaming over each other's soft, sleek flesh. They put down their drinks and, pretending not to notice the men who were gawking at them in silence, eased down together on the couch, Rosie on top.
"Mmmmm..." Rosie murmured, humping her cunt mound against Anne's, pressing the woman's tits flat with her weight.
They rocked from side to side in a close embrace, humping at each other as George and Billy looked on in disbelief. The men had never dreamed that such a relationship existed between Rosie and Anne, but they found the women's performance exciting.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, Rosie lifted herself off of Anne, gazing down at her with a hunger frightening in its intensity. Then she moved down her body, at last crouching by her feet. She placed her hands under the woman's knees and raised them, at the same time gently parting them.
"Oh my God!" Billy gasped when Rosie ducked her head down and began lapping at Anne's pussy.
"Uuuuuunh, yeah, Rosie" Anne groaned. The odor of steamy cunt juice filled the air, as did the lewd, slobbering sounds of vigorous cunt-lapping. Anne groaned with pleasure, rocking from side to side and bracing her feet on the sofa cushions as she humped down forcefully.
As Rosie began pistoning her raspy tongue in and out of Anne's spasming cunt, the woman sighed, "Oh God, yeah! Oh, it feels so good!" Her eyelids fluttered and her toes curled and uncurled as she approached a fabulous climax.
But George had had enough. His prick was straining against his pants, his chest heaving with his ragged breathing, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt as if it would explode through his ribs! He stood up and lunged for the couch, grabbing Rosie around the waist and pulling her off his wife.
She groaned in protest, but then succumbed, thrilled that she had aroused him so spectacularly.
As George tore out of his pants, Rosie got on her hands and knees, for she desperately wanted to feel George's thick cock ramming into her cunt from behind, achieving deep, deep penetration.
George, so wild with lust that he was foaming at the mouth, obliged Rosie right away. When he caught sight of her gorgeous ass wriggling before him he hunkered down into position, grabbed her hips and thrust forward hard, his prick stabbing all the way up her well-lubed cunt.
"Aaargh!" she cried at his sudden onslaught.
He began making long, powerful fuck strokes, jarring her body, pushing her along the floor so that her knees were scraped and bruised. But she loved it! Never before had her cunt felt so full, so stimulated.
"Billy! Billy!" she bleated, tossing her head, thrusting her ass up toward George. "Billy, let me suck your cock!"
Billy, who was shocked and shamefully aroused at seeing his sister fucked by their cousin, was now paralyzed with incestuous lust. He knew it would be terribly wrong to allow his sister to suck his cock, but right now it was what he wanted more than anything.
As if in a daze, he rose from his chair and unzipped his loose pants, letting them drop around his ankles. His cock stood out from his groin, bloated and pulsing, and as he kicked off his pants, it bobbed lewdly before him.
"Billy!" Rosie cried. "I wanta suck your cock!"
It was too late for him to have second thoughts now. He knelt in front of his sister, whose eyes smoldered with lust as his cock came into view, big and purple and pulsing with life. The prick head was oozing a steady stream of clear pre-cum from the slit, and she could smell its pungent odor.
She parted her lips just as George fucked into her from behind, pushing her forward so her mouth came into contact with her brother's prick head for a moment, and a trail of sex lube remained on her lips. She licked it off, delighting in the tangy, salty taste.
"Oh! God help me!" Billy moaned, and he held his prick in position and moved up close to Rosie so she could suck on it.
"Oh yeah, Billy . . . beautiful . . . " she groaned, and she slid her lips down over his cock head, letting it rest on her tongue as precum dribbled from it. Then she began sucking, taking inch after inch of his prick meat in her warm, moist mouth, running her tongue up and down the knobby flesh as she was fucked from behind by George.
Anne, who was getting herself off while she followed the action intently, had a mild orgasm, but remained unsatisfied. She knew she would have to rub flesh with the others in order to really come.
Climbing off the couch, she crawled behind Billy, who was ecstatic as Rosie bobbed her head up and down over his marvelous prick.
Anne lay perpendicular to him on her back, resting her, neck against his knees so her face was directly under his ass. Reaching up, she pried apart his ass cheeks and was assaulted by the fetid odor of shit. His asshole was pulsing hotly with each swipe Rosie took along his prick shaft.
Anne saw that his asshole was dilated enough for her to stab her tongue inside and ream it out. Thirsting for adventure, she pressed her face in close and licked along the sensitive flesh beneath his ass crack.
He jerked violently, ramming his prick into his sister's mouth, causing her to gag and sputter as she regained her cock-sucking rhythm.
Billy had never been so stimulated in his life. His nerves tingled, his muscles flexed with powerful force, and his spine buzzed with the wild sensations of the cock-sucking and ass licking.
He moaned and grunted like a rutting animal, his hands twisting in his sister's hair as she gave him head. Her throat muscles undulated sensuously around his descending prick shaft, and she was terribly proud as she deep-throated a prick for the very first time in her life.
George caught a glimpse of what was taking place in front of him and he licked his chops at the lewd, forbidden nature of it. He grabbed Rosie's hips more tightly and ground his ass, reaming her bruised cunt, scraping the walls with his giant prick.
Her pussy spasmed and snapped around his cock, the muscles undulating back and forth along its entire length, squeezing with a viselike grip.
"Christ!" George bellowed as her pussy wrenched his prick hard, activating the cum in his taut balls.
He humped into her and fell over her back, his chest pressing down on her as he squirted her full of cum, wad after wad after wad.
The thrill of being filled with molten fuck cream had a dazzling effect on Rosie's cocksucking, for she swooped down on Billy's cock with her tongue, slashing around his prick meat in a flurry of activity, her mouth exerting tremendous suction.
At nearly the same moment, Anne, still pistoning her tongue in and out of his asshole, reached for Billy's balls and squeezed them gently.
"Aaaargh!" he hollered, for her wanton gesture had been the trigger to a mighty orgasm that started deep in his loins and traveled to all parts of his body. Fiery jizz shot up through his prick tube into his sister's eager mouth as tremors of ecstasy seized his ass and shot through his bowels to his belly and up his spine.
"Jesus Christ!" he screamed.
Rosie swallowed and swallowed, but more jizz poured into her mouth. Just realizing that it was her brother's jizz which was flooding her belly was enough to send her toppling over into an orgasm of her own. George had brought her to the very brink with his dynamic fucking, but Billy's powerful fuck juice had been the key.
She continued to suck and nibble at his sore, softening prick as wave after wave of climactic joy worked through her. Then, letting his prick slip from her mouth, she collapsed on the floor, George following her down, his cock still deep in her cunt.
As Billy started to return to his senses, he realized that Anne was still stationed below him, swiping her tongue along his ass rim, slurping up his bitter ass juices.
Her sweet, sucking motions were heavenly, sending thrilling jolts of hot pleasure up his ass canal and his ass convulsed and shimmied, letting loose with hot air and shit juice.
He chuckled, slightly embarrassed by the kinky state of affairs. And though her attentions felt marvelous, he felt compelled to disengage himself from Anne and bring her off, finishing the job Rosie had started.
He broke free of her lewd embrace and nimbly crawled around to her midsection, grabbing her legs and pulling them over his shoulders so that her head was resting on the floor, her back in his lap, and her gorgeous, fat-labed cunt poised, wide-open, right beneath his chin.
He lowered his head and breathed deeply, his nostrils dilating with the musty, spicy scent of her cunt. He pressed his nose into the fragrant folds of her pussy meat, causing her to gasp with pleasure. And then he began licking around her cunt hole, intrigued by its pulsing elasticity and by the huge amount of cunt juice that poured out over his tongue and lips.
"Oh yeah . . . that's it! That's it!" she cried.
As if by instinct, he seemed to know precisely what to do to bring her the maximum stimulation. From her asshole to her cunt, he licked and slavered, titillating every nerve, building her to a peak of lusty frenzy. Then he tongue-fucked her sweet pussy to a foamy frazzle, at last reaching up to her clit and pummeling it forcefully with his rough tongue.
Over and over he repeated these maneuvers until she let go with a wild scream and jerked frantically, her orgasm so powerful she saw lights pop behind her eyes. Her ass pounded against his chest arid her legs kicked out wildly. Billy smiled self-confidently, seeing what amazing pleasure he had brought her, yet he had no idea of the depth of sexual mania he had released in her.
Anne had been launched on a sexual odyssey that shook the very core of her being. She had reached a peak of arousal that could open the door to orgasm upon orgasm if only the stimulation continued.
"Do my tits and my ass, now! Please! I'm still coming!" she gasped, wriggling impatiently, the heels of her feet slapping hard against his shoulder blades.
Billy could feel the heat of her body, the tension of her muscles, and he resolved that he would satisfy her if it took him all night. Gently he drew her legs down from his shoulders so she was lying on her back before him, heaving with the great fuck lust raging within her.
He reached over and began kneading her large, firm tits, pressing his palms against the supple under swells and smashing his fingertips into the fleshiest part of the mounds.
Only part way down from the peak of her last orgasm, Anne responded immediately to the stimulation, pounding her fists against the floor and humping her ass up, straining for yet another climax.
When George gripped her long, stiff nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began twisting this way and that, she uttered a high, piercing scream and floundered across the floor like a fish out of water. Orgasms passed over in a continuous motion, wringing her nerves, galvanizing her muscles so that she twitched and flopped grotesquely. And still she begged for more.
"My ass! Fuck my ass!" she screeched.
In past weeks she had discovered that her tender asshole, that dark, forbidden region of her body, was the ultimate gateway to pleasure, and she longed to have it pummeled by a thick, horny cock.
Gently Billy rolled her over on her belly, probing the rich flesh of her succulent ass with his fingers. Though he was exhausted, he discovered to his amazement that his prick was fully rigid once again. And, determined to wear this luscious woman down till she finally was sated, he rubbed his cock against her cunt slit, stabbing it briefly inside, lubing it so that it would slide with ease up her tiny asshole.
He withdrew his cock, slimy with pussy cream, and pressed it against her steamy asshole, which he made more accessible by spreading the cheeks of her ass wide apart.
"Oooh, yeah! You know what I like!" Anne groaned, humping back at him, nearly delirious with anticipation.
He realized that it was what he liked, too. He pressed his prick head firmly to her asshole and pushed, and with determined effort, he thrust his large mushroom-shaped tip past her resistant ass ring, then plunged steadily onward, impaling inch after inch of her delicate ass canal with his raging prick.
"Uuungh! It hurts! It hurts so good!" she screamed, thrashing her head from side to side.
And Billy, too, was overwhelmed by the exquisite sensations he was experiencing. Her ass was tighter, hotter, more exotic than her cunt, and it exerted an irresistible pressure on his sensitive prick.
"God, it's good!" he punted, when his prick was shafted all the way, his cock head pressing dangerously on her bowels.
"Oh God! Fuck me!" she screamed, and he obeyed her.
He began pistoning rapidly in and out of her tiny, seething asshole, tearing her ass flesh, bringing her quickly to a mind-boggling orgasm.
"Aaaaiiiieeeee! You fucking prick!" she screamed after just a few minutes of his punishing fucking.
Writhing beneath him, she drew her fingernails across the wooden floor, breaking and tearing them as she soared in a whirlwind of bliss.
Billy was not far behind her. His cock erupted with a powerful wad of sizzling cum and the sticky stuff blasted onto her sore, torn ass walls, soothing and stimulating them alternately.
When the Sweets and the Dickensons had rested for half an hour, they all decided to go to the barn for a genuine roll in the hay.
They took their booze with them and, like teenagers sneaking away from the prying eyes of parents, they snuck into the dark wooden structure and squealed with delight as they begun to roll and toss in the sweet-smelling hay.
Anne mounted her husband while Billy ate out Rosie's cunt. Then Billy and Anne went up into the loft and fucked so strenuously they nearly fell right through and landed on Rosie and George, who were deeply involved in a 69.
All night the orgy continued. And when both couples woke up stiff but satisfied at dawn they knew that a wonderfully promising summer, filled with erotic experimentation stretched before them.
They greeted the morning with a daisy chain.
George's gigantic cock was sucked by his lovely wife as Billy, lying on his back, reamed her luscious ass with his tongue. Rosie, resourceful as always, lay off to the side, her brother's hips enfolded in her scissoring legs as she took his prick up her lush cunt.
