BH-7324  My Family Sin Circle
[aka 'Family Circle Of Sin']
(Thomas Shire)


CHAPTER ONE 

Granny McCoy looked about as much like a granny as I look like one of them 
men from Mars I've seen in the comic books. 

She'd taught all us kids in our family to swim at the deep hole in Coon 
River where it flows through our family's property, some of the finest farm 
land in Coon Hollow or anywhere else, I guess. 

So there was nothing unusual about Granny being down at the swimming hole 
with Abner and me; we'd been going skinny dipping with Granny ever since 
either one of us could remember. What was unusual that day was I woke up 
after a nice nap in the shade beside the swimming hole to discover Abner 
fucking Granny right there on the grass beside me. 

Of course I didn't tumble instantly to what was going on; I was only 
fourteen and had never actually seen two humans fucking before, although I 
was so overgrown all the kids in our Coon Hollow school called me Tarzan and 
I looked older. Fact is, I thought at first they were just wrestling again 
the way Granny had wrestled with us boys for years. 

But then I seen Granny actually wasn't trying to do a thing to throw Abner 
off the top of her; she was only wriggling her ass and kind of groaning, low 
like, as she lay there on the grass beside me with her knees up and spread 
wide apart with Abner between them over her. As I raised my head up and 
blinked the sleep out of them more so my vision sharpened, I was startled 
suddenly to see Abner's stiff cock appear, then disappear again as he 
hammered it in and out of Granny's cunt. That part of his cock I kept 
getting glimpses of as it appeared and instantly disappeared again was 
coated with foamy white stuff that glistened wetly in the late afternoon 
light and reminded me of calf slobbers. 

Granny's cunt was no mystery to either one of us because, like I've said, 
she'd skinny dipped there in that secluded hole at the bend in Coon River 
since we'd been big enough to learn to swim and when we'd had growing boys' 
questions about differences between boys and girls, Granny'd always shown us 
the answer to whatever we'd been wondering about. Lots of times while the 
three of us had been laying there on the grass beside the swimming hole 
drying off in the warm summer air, Granny'd lay on her belly between Abner 
and me so her big, ripe, full, lusciously heavy tits hung down and she'd 
have Abner stick his head in under one of her arms and me stick mine in 
under the other and each of us would lay there sucking one of her tits while 
she talked, answering some question one or the other of us had asked. After 
we'd sucked her tits a while and she'd wriggled her ass and rubbed her belly 
against the grass under her it usually seemed to get hard for her to talk 
for a while. She'd kind of gasp and pant and moan like she was having some 
sort of spell and she'd break off talking altogether for a couple of 
minutes, sometimes, and just lay there wriggling her ass with her eyes 
clenched shut tight and her face looking kind of drawn, like she was sort of 
in pain or something. Then she'd start talking again all of a sudden, 
answering some question or telling us a story, and she'd talk a while and 
then have another of them spells, like, when she didn't seem able to talk or 
do anything except wriggle her ass and groan. 

The very first time she'd ever done that with Abner and me, I guess neither 
of us was more'n four or five, just learning to swim, and when we seen that 
very first spell take Granny we both got scared and stopped sucking her 
tits. She'd almost yelled at us, her voice sounding strange, kind of tight 
and short of breath, and told us if we wanted to be good boys and help her 
we should keep sucking with all our might. So after that whenever one of 
Granny's spells took her, Abner and me just sucked on her tits harder 
because we knew our doing that was helping Granny somehow. Exactly how 
neither or us was too clear on, but it didn't matter because Granny'd said 
it was so. 

I was about eight, I remember, when I began feeling a strangely exciting 
sort of tingling go through all of me every time Granny had one of her 
spells while Abner and me was sucking her luscious, big tits. And my little 
cock would get as rigid as a nail, just like it did when I had to piss real 
bad. Only instead of aching for me to turn loose of my water and relieve the 
pressure, when it got hard while Abner and me was sucking Granny's tits, it 
felt real good like nothing I'd ever felt any other time. 

When we was about twelve, Granny began noticing how hard our young cocks 
were after we'd finish sucking her tits for her there by the swimming hole. 
She started sort of petting our spike-hard cocks, sort of crooning over 
them, while she said things about how they'd very soon be plenty big enough 
to do a man's work. Then she'd gotten to taking them into her mouth and 
sucking those young cocks of ours like we'd been sucking her tits' nipples, 
telling us turnabout was just fair play. Lord but her sweet mouth felt good 
sucking my young cock! One day Abner asked me if I thought it was possible 
that our sucking Granny's tits could possibly feel as good to her as her 
sucking his cock felt to him, so I realized that great feeling wasn't just 
something only I was getting from the things Granny did to me with that 
great mouth of hers. 

* * * 

Between the time I was twelve and when I turned fourteen, I shot up from the 
size of most other twelve year olds to about six feet three inches and got 
the nickname of Tarzan. But my cock didn't grow along with the rest of me; 
it wasn't much if any bigger when I was six feet three than it had been when 
I was twelve before the rest of me started growing so fast. Abner's cock 
looked twice as big as mine and I got to thinking I'd been deformed. I got 
so self-conscious about my runt-sized cock I stopped going skinny dipping 
whenever any of the other Coon Hollow boys were going to be around and I'd 
have died before I let one of the girls see my deformity. 

So I didn't have any of the adventures Abner began having before he'd even 
quite turned fourteen when he got his first fuck from one of the neighbor 
girls, Sara Hatfield. Every time he bragged about it, I hated his guts, yet 
hearing him tell about it created a strange excitement in me so that I 
couldn't wait for him to tell his story again. I worried myself to sleep a 
lot of nights, wondering if I'd ever find a girl anywhere with a cunt so 
tiny my undersized cock would fill it and feel good to her. 

If it hadn't been for Granny's sweet mouth and me knowing how good and tight 
she could make it feel to my runty cock, I might've just shot myself. Before 
I turned fourteen I began shooting hot stuff into Granny's mouth whenever 
she'd suck my cock and that really felt greater than anything else I'd ever 
experienced. I fell in love with her, even if she was my own granny, and 
decided when I was a little older I'd get up enough nerve to ask her to run 
away with me somewhere to a place where no one'd know she was my granny, so 
there'd be no fuss about her and me getting married. 

So when I woke up there and realized Abner was fucking Granny like I'd had 
dreams about doing, I felt more terrible than I'd ever felt in my whole 
life. I hated him and I hated her for letting him fuck her ahead of me. I 
wanted to bawl and I wanted to kill Abner. Only I was too big to bawl about 
anything anymore, so the only thing I could do was kill Abner to relieve the 
pressure I felt. 

I grabbed Abner by the hair of his head and one leg and jerked him up. His 
rigid cock came out of Granny's cunt with a sucking sound like a cow's foot 
coming out of the wetly clinging grip of bog ground. His cock was geysering 
come-juice, like I'd seen it do when Abner and me jacked off together 
sometimes, trying to outdo each other with how far we could make our cocks 
shoot those hot juices. 

I raised Abner up over my head, set to try to break his damned back by 
slamming him against the thick trunk of the big old tree casting the nice 
shade we'd been laying in. But before I could slam him into the tree trunk, 
something wetly hot and delicious closed abruptly around the head of my mini 
cock and turned me so weak I almost dropped Abner. 

I glanced down kind of helplessly, having to struggle just to keep Abner 
hoisted there over my head, and found Granny nursing away on my cock like it 
was stick-candy. When she seen me looking down at her, she took her mouth 
away from my cock to say quietly, "Put Abner down, Lukey. What got into 
you?" 

Sounding like a sniveling little kid on the brink of tears, I blurted out, 
"It's no fair, him fucking you. He's fucked the Hatfield girls and no 
telling how many others, but you may be the only woman in the world who'll 
ever bother with my runty little-" 

Granny cut in on me right there, declaring, "Don't talk crazy, Lukey! 
Gals'll pull hair and claw each other fighting over you once you just learn 
to use your male equipment. And I got more'n enough for a dozen men, or 
more, so Abner ain't stole a thing away from you or done nothing to give you 
cause to go mad-dog foamy-mouthed. Put him down and we'll talk about this, 
like we've always talked 'bout everything." 

I yelled, "Even you like a big-cocked man best, so you fucked Abner when 
you've never ever made no move to fuck me!" 

"I never made no move to fuck Abner, neither," Granny chuckled, 
straightening before me but still gripping my tingling cock affectionately 
in one hand. "He come at me like he probably come at that Hatfield gal. I 
let him go at it so I could study on what he was doing wrong and begin 
giving him; some learnin' on what a woman really likes a man to do, instead 
of just using her belly for his punchin' bag. And when you was ready, I 
figgered to learn you too. Only I wanted you to make the first move in that 
direction, not me. I don't figger it's fittin' for an older woman to like 
rape a boy, no more'n it's fittin' for an older boy or man to rape a little 
gal. Sex is supposed to pleasure both parties, not just one. So both parties 
got to be ready and wanting it." 

"Lordy, but I'm ready and been ready!" I gasped, the good feeling of 
Granny's loving hand on my cock having built a breathless pressure inside me 
from my throat down to my lower belly. 

"Then put Abner down so I can learn you both your first lesson," Granny 
directed. 

I set Abner back down on his feet. His cock had finished spurting come-juice 
but still looked almost as hard as if that had never happened, still looked 
about twice as big around or thick and twice as long as mine. I knew how 
Abner envied my height and weight, but I felt I'd gladly trade for being 
only half his height and weight if only in exchange I could own a cock the 
size of his. To me it looked like a real beauty; I couldn't blame Granny or 
Sara Hatfield for the way they'd gone for it. 

Just then Granny broke in on my envious thoughts, announcing, "A man with a 
small cock who knows what he's up to can pleasure a lot more woman than most 
men with big cocks ever do, and that's gospel, Lukey! You listen to your 
granny. After your gran'pa got kilt flyin' over Germany in the big war and I 
left the hills and went outside to learn to help build more airplanes to 
take the place of that Fortress my man went down in, I learnt how few men 
there is who know one damned thing 'bout fucking the way a woman wants to 
get fucked. I read about how some heathen folk let the grannies have the 
pleasure of learnin' each boy to fuck proper once he gets a proper age, 
'stead of just turning them out to blunder and stumble into sex as best they 
can, like we've always done in this country. Said the grannies felt better, 
stayed younger, because the learnin' they gave the boys helped keep their 
juices hot and flowing right so their whole body stayed younger. And when 
the boys was passed on to the girls, they'd had like on-the-job training and 
knew exactly how to please them gals best, 'stead of muddling along 
pleasuring mostly only themselves, like most men in this country do." 

"You didn't like the way I was shovin' the hard meat to you, is that what 
you're saying?" Abner demanded accusingly as Granny paused for breath. 

She chuckled, put a hand up to muss his hair affectionately, and murmured, 
"You wasn't causing me no pain, exactly, boy, but if you're willing to be 
learnt I can learn you to make it feel one hell of a lot better to any woman 
you hang that anchor of yours into." 

She released her loving grip on my cock, raised both hands and cupped her 
luscious big tits in them, thrusting the rigid nipples Abner and I'd sucked 
hard so many times forward toward us as she murmured, "Most women like 
having a man always start with these, like having him give them a lovin' 
suckin' until she's had a chance to get hot enough she feels ready to rape 
him. That's why I been teaching both you boys how to suck tits since you was 
four-five years old. A man who knows how to suck tits can do more for a 
woman, even if his cock's no bigger'n his little finger, than a man with a 
cock the size of a baby's arm who thinks his big cock's all he needs. That 
kind usually don't take time for sucking tits or nothing else before he 
tries to sink his anchor, even though the woman's cunt isn't even slicked up 
and ready to take his cock yet." 

She glanced at Abner. "Did you suck Sara Hatfield's titties any before you 
fucked her, or while you was fuckin' her?" She shook her head. "I reckon 
not." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Cousin Abner looked so shamefaced I almost laughed; his big, stiff cock 
began to wilt as if it felt ashamed too. I could have kissed Granny! Her put 
down of Abner wiped out the betrayal I'd felt when I woke up and found him 
fucking her. Eagerly I declared, "Abner's had his chance! Now it's my turn 
to get learnt something." 

Granny gestured to the grass, smiling quietly like that wasn't the worst 
idea she'd ever heard, and said, "Stop standing there jawin' and lay down, 
if you wanna get learnt something. And Abner, you pay attention." 

I protested instantly, "He ain't gonna get to watch me try to do somethin' I 
don't know nothing about!" 

"You watched him doing something he don't know nothing about, regardless of 
him having tried a time or two more than you have," Granny murmured. "That 
bull-humping way Abner was fucking didn't get me even close to coming. You 
do like I tell you and you can show him how to make a woman come so hard and 
so long she'll go out of her mind for you." 

I was flat on my back on the grass so fast Granny said later it was like I'd 
been mule-kicked. I'd never before had the faintest hope of ever being able 
to show old Abner up in the cock department. Wrestling, boxing, Injun 
wrestling, ball playing, or about any other way I could best him, but I'd 
still felt he was a better man than me, regardless, because of the size of 
his cock. Now what Granny said gave me hope of out-scoring Abner in the one 
department that matters to a man more than any other. You bet I was eager, 
for more than one important reason. 

Chuckling, Granny let her knees hinge, and her ass sank toward the grass. 
She seated herself beside me, then leaned over so her lusciously heavy tits 
hung right in my face as she reached a hand to my head and began running her 
fingers through my hair. She murmured, "Now, remember what I just-" 

She broke off with a pleased little gasp. I'd gathered those big tits of her 
between both hands and sucked both rigidly excited nipples into my mouth 
together and started tonguing them greedily. Her fingers clutched my hair 
and she exclaimed, "Who-o-o-o-o-o-o-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-! Sweet boy, do you ever 
remember! You just keep on paying close attention to all Granny tells you, 
like that, and I'll make you a lover man even city women'll fight each other 
to get close enough to just touch you. Most men never learn just to listen 
to a woman. But you, you listen!" 

I guess you know I was already feeling ten feet tall and had a cock just as 
oversized. I gobbled away at Granny's sweet tits like there was no tomorrow. 
Real quick she began making those little moaning sounds like she'd made 
whenever Abner and I sucked her tits together ever since we'd been 
knee-high, just big enough to be learnt to swim. Since then we'd both become 
damned good swimmers because Granny'd got us out of chores to take us 
swimming just about every day. Now we were finally getting down to the 
lessons she'd really wanted to teach us all those years. 

Granny sat there bent over me, softly moaning and sort of wriggling her ass 
on the grass, for several moments while I kept on gobbling her tits. Then 
before I knew what was happening she was astraddle me. 

I kept right on gobbling away at Granny's luscious tits, kind of holding my 
breath to see what was going to happen next. Supporting the weight of her 
upper body on just one hand, she reached the other hand down between our 
bellies and gripped my rigid cock lovingly. She guided the head of it into 
the hot, slippery outer lips of her cunt. It could have been her asshole for 
all I knew at that time. All that mattered was that wherever she put the 
head of my cock, it closed around the head of my cock like a hot, 
deliciously soft, moist, loving glove that was beyond anything I'd ever even 
dreamed of. Lord, talk about sensation! I'd never felt anything to compare 
with those feelings. I'd jacked off behind the barn just before Granny'd 
called for Abner and me to come go swimming, otherwise I know I'd have shot 
my wad before Granny ever had a chance to start operating. 

As it was, I just lay there on the grass under her, sopping up a flood of 
the greatest sensations a mortal can ever experience, like sunbaked ground 
sopping up rain when the drought is ended. I felt Granny give a little push 
against me with her ass and my cock went plunging into the sweet, feverish 
mystery of her inner depths. Suddenly my short cock felt like it was a mile 
long and it was reaching into that fiery tunnel of Granny's to its very 
tiptop peak. She ground her belly against mine when my cock had been 
swallowed up by her cunt to its very roots, then she paused and let a little 
sigh run out of her. She acted like my cock was feeling so delicious to her 
she could hardly stand it. Talk about feeling ten feet tall! And was I ever 
glad she'd insisted on Abner staying around to watch. 

Boy, did I give Granny's sweet tits a sucking and tonguing. I didn't know 
from nothing yet about fucking, but like she'd said, she'd spent years 
teaching Abner and me how to gobble tits. I put all that training into it 
now, determined to make this fuck the very best for Granny I possibly could. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Granny wriggled her ass on my cock like a kid rolling candy in his mouth to 
savor its deliciousness, then murmured, "You sure learnt good all I teached 
you 'bout sucking titty, Lukey boy. If all other grannies'd learn their 
boy-child grandyounguns like I learnt you, they'd keep on enjoyin' life and 
lookin' like whole-bodied women years longer than most do." 

"How you figger, Granny?" Abner spoke up. He'd seated himself on the grass 
beyond my feet where he had a grandstand view of Granny's bobbing ass and my 
cock as she stroked it in and out of her hungry cunt. But right then Granny 
wasn't giving old Abner much action to watch, so he'd obviously heard what 
she'd said. 

Like I'd asked the question, instead of Abner, Granny looked down at me 
lovingly, wriggled her ass on my cock again, then told me, " 'Cause a 
woman's tits need to be sucked hard and licked good several times most every 
day to keep fresh blood boilin' through 'em like it ought. That keeps tits 
full and firm and young, 'cause they're bein' used frequent and regular like 
they was intended to be. Look at most grannies and you'll see what happens 
to tits when a woman don't keep them exercised proper; they lose all their 
body, thin out like flour-and-water flapjacks that hang down to her belly 
button or can be throwed over her shoulders like two used-up, empty old 
rawhide sad-sacks. And that's exactly what my tits would look like right 
now, 'stead of being nice and ripe and young and full, if you two sweet boys 
hadn't give them regular use and long-time attention. You not only keeped my 
tits young and full of life, you kept the blood boilin' through all the rest 
of me so that sometimes I thought I'd just never be able to wait 'til you'd 
growed up enough more to learn fucking. I sometimes used to think this here 
day'd never come!" 

Granny's head tipped back on her shoulders and she closed her eyes tight 
shut and wriggled her ass on my cock while I kept gobbling away at her tits. 
Seeing how much pleasure I seemed to be giving her gave me a sudden feeling, 
a strange new power. Abruptly I took my mouth away from her tits long enough 
to ask, "You really like the way I suck tit, do-" 

Granny's protesting cry cut me off, sounding strangely tight-voiced and 
desperate as she pleaded, "Don't stop, Lukey! Don't stop!" Her eyes had 
popped open and she was staring down at me searchingly, anxiously. 

I felt a devilish impulse and innocently asked, "You want I should keep up 
just what I been doin' and nothin' more?" 

"Leave everything else for me to do, Lukey baby!" Granny gasped 
breathlessly. "You just keep suckin' titty and leave all the rest-" 

She broke off sharply with a long, moaning, 
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" as I popped both her tits back 
into my mouth and applied all the suction I could create while I sent my hot 
tongue licking in and out and around between Granny's taut nipples with 
lightning-fast swirling motions. Granny began wriggling her cunt on my cock 
like a sunfish trying to wriggle off a hook, grinding her belly against mine 
like her hungry cunt couldn't get enough of my cock. 

I sucked on Granny's tits harder than ever. A long, anguished, 
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" exploded out of her and her ass began 
bobbing up and down over me, hammering my cock in and out of her blazing 
cunt. 

There was kind of a roaring sound in my ears, like when you've been running 
and your heart's pounding, and through that came Abner's excited yell, 
sounding distinct but far away, urging, "Fuck back, Lukey! Fuck back! Help 
Granny plant that juicy old swinging meat of yours deeper! Get your dead ass 
off the ground and help shove it to her!" 

I shoved my ass upward, bridging my back up off the ground, trying 
desperately to do like Abner said, to shove my tingling cock even deeper 
into Granny's sizzling cunt than she'd been able to send it. I'd never had 
such gosh-darned good feelings in all my life before as Granny's cunt was 
filling my cock with. They were overflowing from my supercharged cock and 
flooding through all the rest of my body. I'd never experienced anything 
like it. All of a sudden I had the whole answer to a question that before 
that very moment had mystified me: why older boys I knew there in the hollow 
lost all their interest in jacking off once they'd had their first good 
fuck. Time and again I'd seen that happen and it had puzzled me, because to 
me a good jacking-off had seemed pretty great. Now all of a sudden the very 
thought of it seemed like a total waste. 

I gave another upward shove of my ass off the ground, driving my cock a 
little deeper, I think, as Granny slammed her belly back down against mine. 
Anyhow, something happened. A wailing scream came tearing its way out of 
her. She pulled her ass away, then slammed it back at me, plunging my cock 
back to its hilt in her fiery cunt. She acted like she was trying to turn 
her cunt into a yo-yo and my cock into the cord it wriggled and spun on and 
ran up and down. I felt a sudden kind of electric excitement filling her 
burning cunt, felt muscles in it working on my cock frantically like your 
hand works on a cow's tit when you milk her. I'd never been told how a woman 
did when she came, but somehow I knew Granny was coming and I was the he-man 
on the end of the cock that was in her sweet cunt and had made her come. I 
felt twelve feet tall! I hoped old Abner had his damned nose right up close 
to the crack of Granny's ass where he could see every move; tell me how to 
fuck, would he, when I was the one who'd made Granny come like an exploding 
teakettle and he'd never got the job done. If I hadn't been so damned busy 
gobbling Granny's sweet tits, I'd have laughed right in cousin Abner's face. 

Then again, I probably wouldn't have because I forgot all about Abner. I was 
too busy watching and listening to and marveling at my luscious grandmother 
as she struggled over me. I swear, Granny acted like she was blowing her 
mind, the way she was carrying on, screaming and hammering my cock into her 
ravenous cunt. She was carrying on more and even louder than some of the 
women folk do at the Holy Roller camp meetings. 

I just hung onto Granny's big tits and sucked like crazy while she fucked me 
furiously, like her very life depended on how fast she could hammer my cock 
in and out of her cunt. Granny kept screaming and her cunt kept milking away 
at the hardness of my cock. But I'd gotten so busy watching her instead of 
being centered on my own building cargo of sensations, that the pressure I'd 
been feeling earlier had eased. That's not to say it didn't still feel 
great. Granny's sweet cunt felt hotly moist, gripping the entire length of 
my stiff cock like a wetly clinging velvet glove as it kept milking away on 
my hardness. All I mean is I found I wasn't feeling like I was so near to an 
explosion that might blow off the whole head of my cock as I had felt before 
I got caught up in how Granny was carrying on. And that discovery didn't 
make me feel bad, whatever; the longer I could keep this up while holding 
off that explosion, the longer I got to enjoy myself. Jacking off had taught 
me that much; once my cock exploded, I knew it was all over for at least 
fifteen minutes. Since that very first fuck with Granny I've found out a 
man's skill at holding off or delaying that explosion of his cock is one of 
the most important skills every real lover has mastered. The fast-come, buck 
rabbit boys are the ones whose unsatisfied wives are most inclined to try to 
get even for their old man's poor performance by sneaking behind his back 
with some other man. You really can't blame the women; they're only hoping 
to find some man who knows how to finish what their own old man is always 
getting started in them but never stays long enough to finish. 

Call it dumb luck, but I managed to hold my fire, managed to cool it enough 
not to shoot my wad by making myself think about other things awhile 
whenever the pressure of good feelings in my cock got to building too high. 
My cock was still loaded when Granny finally quit screaming and riding me 
like she was trying to pound my ass into the ground. She was panting like 
she'd had a hard run when her movements finally slowed. Her cunt-muscles 
weren't milking away at my stiffness any longer; she'd stopped coming. But 
she kept stroking my cock in and out through the rippling, encircling 
muscles of her tunnel of love. She moved so slowly the thought hit me she 
was trying to tantalize me. Then I got a glimpse of her face. Her head was 
tipped back on her shoulders, her eyes were clenched shut, and her face was 
twisted in a grimace that looked like she was in awful pain. 

Surprise shot through me. The boys who Abner and me hung around with in the 
hollow did about as much talking about fucking as any other bunch of boys 
their age, but none of them had ever said but very little about how girls 
come, like whether girls have the same limits on their power to come all 
boys and men do. So I'd just took it for granted when a woman got her gun 
off once, she had to take a while to reload, like a boy or man. 

Looking up at Granny's face, however, as she slowly but steadily stroked my 
rigid cock in and out of her luscious cunt, I suddenly realized she was 
rapidly building to another terrific explosion. Little moans were beginning 
to come from her as she stroked my old short-horned cock in and out of her 
sweet cunt several more times and I kept gobbling her tits as I watched her 
with growing amazement; damned if I wasn't even better than I'd thought! I 
felt fifteen feet tall, and very important. 

Now Granny was easing my cock in and out like it filled her cunt so full she 
felt a real need to be cautious. You think that didn't make me feel great? 
The low moan coming out of her had become almost continuous, rising and 
dropping but never breaking off entirely. 

Lordy, you know what she did then? She paused, her sweet ass completely 
still over me momentarily, and tensed a muscle somewhere that made something 
that felt like a hot little hand hidden in the depths of her cunt give the 
tingling head of my cock an affectionate tweak. I gasped with the pleasure 
of the sensations that gave me and a low, soft chuckle came from Granny over 
me. I tried tensing muscles in my lower belly and felt the head of my cock 
give a sudden jerk as it lay buried deep inside her; Granny gave out with a 
gasp of pleasure. 

Granny and I exchanged several of those caressing little inner throbs and 
squeezes. I kept right on sucking and licking away like crazy at Granny's 
delicious tits. She began acting like she couldn't stand holding still any 
longer. She began wriggling her cunt on my cock, grinding her belly against 
mine, all the while moaning and gasping in obvious pleasure. 

I could feel a charge of growing tension tingling within her cunt. My 
probing cock could detect the beginning of a change in the texture of the 
tissues lining her cunt. 

Granny's ass began moving over me again, up and down, stroking my cock in 
and out of her steaming cunt. My cock could feel fresh flows of that hot 
sweat of passion which lubricates a cunt in direct proportion, I've found 
out since, to the pleasure that cunt's owner is experiencing. I had heard 
how older women's cunts supposedly often get dry and unsensitive, but there 
was nothing dry or unsensitive about Granny's sweet cunt. She made a trip to 
Joplin every few months, ever since she'd come back to the hills from 
working outside, to get what she joked about as her sex pills with stuff in 
them she called hormones that she said helped keep her young. I figured 
maybe them hormone sex pills of Granny's had been what kept her cunt so 
juicy, instead of it drying out like most older women's are supposed to. 

Abruptly Granny switched from those slow, gentle movements to a frenzied 
hammering, riding me wild and hard like she'd done before. She made our bare 
bellies come slapping together like clapping hands at a ball game. What a 
ball game! And that moan coming from her was growing steadily louder. 

As abruptly as she'd started them, she stopped the wild, furious fucking 
movements, switching to long, slow strokes again mixed with a rotating 
movement of her hips, like when she was wriggling her cunt on my cock. She 
began mixing short strokes with the long ones, strokes so short the head of 
my cock moved not more than an inch in that feverish cavern of mystery where 
it was buried deep inside her. 

I became aware of something else new to me as Granny was giving me some of 
those short, slow strokes; I felt the head of my cock rubbing against 
something deep within her that felt almost like a pair of lips of some kind 
there deep inside her. Each time the head of my cock rubbed slowly across 
whatever it was, Granny's moan would rise, growing louder. The look on her 
face was like she was suffering pain, but I was catching on that in sex that 
kind of look on a woman's face meant she was enjoying a feeling of pleasure 
so exquisite it was almost painful. But not quite. I had a hunch Granny 
wasn't far away from coming a second time. I wondered if her second come 
possibly could turn her on as wild as her first had? I hoped so, but I 
really doubted it. 

Just then I heard Abner whining, "Why'n hell you keep on keeping on fuckin' 
him, Granny? You already both come, so let me have another turn, now you've 
hottened up finally, so I can show little Lukey how to really make it good 
for you." 

"Shut up and watch and try to learn something yourself, you 
buttermilk-brain!" Granny snapped waspishly, which wasn't really at all like 
her. 

She completely stopped moving abruptly and pulled her tits away from my 
mouth. She looked down at me, a determined glint in her eyes, and began 
steadily milking away at the head of my cock with that hot little grip she 
had deep within her belly. Instantly the pressure of sensation in my cock 
and lower belly skyrocketed. "What'n hell're you doing, Granny?" I panted. 

Granny grated her words through clenched teeth, telling me, "I'm taking no 
more trips alone, Lukey lover. A man who learns to hold off and not go with 
a girl can nearly fuck her to death and turn her into his slave. But I'm the 
one who's learnin' you, not you me, so we take the next trip-" 

She broke off, acting startled as I suddenly caught her tits between my 
hands, raised my head off the grass under us and before she could jerk them 
away sucked Granny's excitedly taut nipples back into my mouth. I bit them 
lightly as I turned on the suction. What she'd said had sounded like a 
challenge and I felt a devilish determination to call her on it. As my mouth 
recaptured Granny's tits, I shoved my ass up off the grass, raising her, 
reversed direction and jerked my cock almost out of her, then sent it 
plunging back into her superheated cunt as deep and as hard as I could drive 
it. 

Granny turned loose a wild, trembling scream. Her lips were twisted like she 
was in terrible anguish as that scream tore its way out of them. Like she 
had no power to resist me, she shoved her tits back down against my mouth 
and her ass again began bobbing over me frantically. As she drove my cock in 
and out of her sizzling cunt, she kept milking steadily at the head of my 
tingling cock with that delicious inner grip she'd started giving the head 
of it. She had our bellies clapping together like applauding hands again. 
She'd started screaming and her screams were rising higher and getting 
louder. 

Somewhere far away I heard Abner's bewildered sounding voice demanding in 
alarm, "What'n hell're you doing to poor Granny, Lukey? Whatever it is, stop 
it, damn it! Stop it! Can't you hear nothing? You're killin' her!" 

"Shut up, you clabber-headed fool! Shut up!" I heard Granny form her scream 
briefly into furious words. Then she was just screaming and riding me like 
her life depended upon hammering a hole in the ground with my ass. 

Within me there was a feeling like my senses were about to be completely 
swallowed up by something about to explode. I fought it, determined not to 
fire my wad until I was damned good and ready, determined not to let Granny 
take it away from me whether I was ready or not. I forced myself to ignore 
the deliciously fiery charge of sensations Granny's wildly gyrating cunt was 
supercharging my cock with as she kept hammering it in and out of her 
sizzling cunt. I forced myself to think of fights I'd won, anything and 
everything exciting I'd ever done that had nothing to do with sex. 

I'd never in my life before tried doing anything that had been harder. 
Lordy, what a power of sensation Granny's burning cunt tried to overwhelm my 
senses with as she rode me like one of the older fellows trying to break a 
riding mule. Of course in this case, Granny was doing it all, both the wild 
riding and the bucking that was getting done too, screaming like a painter 
on the hunt all the while. 

I reckon it couldn't have lasted more than a minute, but to me that wild 
ride of Granny's as she came her second time seemed to never end. Because, 
try as I might to keep my mind occupied with other adventures, my mental 
walls kept crumbling before the overpowering pressure of sensation as 
Granny's delicious cunt tried to supercharge my swollen cock into an 
explosion. It was sheer torment. And sheer delight. My struggle against it 
made it stretch out and last and last excruciatingly and exquisitely. Was I 
ever getting initiated into the fine points of fucking skill! 

Time came, however, when I felt my desperate control beginning to slip 
steadily. I was about ready to resign myself to defeat in this delectable 
struggle with Granny. The frantic wriggling of her sweet ass seemed too 
powerful for male flesh to resist any longer. As I reluctantly relaxed, 
mentally and physically, to give myself over to enjoyment of the eruption, 
Granny's irresistible movements over me abruptly stopped as she collapsed 
upon me. 

Talk about sweet triumph! I almost yelled. Had she bobbed her ass two or 
three times more, my traitorous cock would have gone berserk, splattering my 
wad all over Granny's steaming inner surface, exactly like she'd been trying 
to make me do. But she'd failed to bob her sweet ass those two or three 
additional times and I'd won our little contest of wills. Suddenly I no 
longer felt like just a green, damned hillbilly kid; I felt like a man who 
had proven himself a man in a contest very few are man enough to win. Man 
enough to hold his fire until he chooses to allow it to explode; man enough 
to withhold his fiery charge until he chooses to shoot it, rather than 
allowing it to be taken away from him at a time not of his choosing. 

Granny lay there on top of me panting, her heart hammering like she'd just 
finished a desperate race. I abruptly realized we were both sopping wet with 
sweat; we'd both be ready for another dip in the swimming hole. 

Granny's breathing quieted after a while; I tensed the muscles I'd 
discovered made the head of my cock jump. It gave a little lunge deep within 
her quiet cunt. Granny moaned, her voice sounding awed, "It still feels 
good, even after the wild ride I've just took. That cock of yours is like a 
real magic wand, Lukey! Real magic." 

I felt twenty feet tall and my cock felt a foot long inside Granny's relaxed 
cunt. I chuckled, "You liked that, huh?" 

Granny clucked, "I'm amazed my poor cunt wasn't burned out by all the 
lightning you sent raging through it. I'm even more amazed how good that 
magic wand of yours still feels. Can't describe how good it feels. Except I 
wouldn't be surprised it could full-charge me in almost no time at all and 
start me coming again, impossible as it seems that ought to be. You are 
really something else, Lukey lover." 

I made the head of my cock jump deep inside Granny's cunt again. She moaned 
softly and brought a hand up to run her fingers through my hair as she 
whispered, "All the growed men I've ever fucked could've took lessons from 
you, sweet Lukey. And Granny's been thinking you'd be her own private 
cherry. Which one of the little snips of this holler got to you ahead of me? 
How'd she ever learn you so much about control, and you still so young?" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

I guess you know about then I felt thirty feet tall and able to walk on air 
if I'd been walking anywhere instead of stretched on the grass on my back 
with my stiff cock still in Granny's reviving cunt. Before I could think of 
any response that seemed appropriate, Abner whined, "What'n hell you taking 
on about so, anyhow, Granny?" 

Granny snapped at him, "I'm taking on about how your cousin Luke don't have 
no rabbit blood like some of his relations! He can fuck a girl till she's 
got sparks flying out her ass like a comet's tail, but he don't shoot nary a 
drop of his fire-foam to cool her fever. He's made me come twice like I've 
never come before in all my years of fucking, but lover Luke's still as hard 
and ready for more action as he was when we started. I bet Luke could fuck a 
girl until-" 

Granny broke off shaking her head as she raised herself unsteadily off my 
chest to stare down at me in wonder. I saw a new fondness in her eyes. With 
it I saw something else entirely new: the respect a woman reserves for only 
a real man. She murmured, "How on earth'd you ever learn so much control so 
young?" 

Could I tell her, "Just beginner's dumb luck"? Of course not! I shrugged, 
smiling, giving her what I hoped would pass for a wise look. 

Granny shook her head admiringly again and murmured, "Regardless, you've 
sure turned into one hell of a lover, Luke, sweetie. If you'd only give me 
some clue, I'd-" 

Abner interrupted, "You gotta be kiddin', Granny! What could Lukey do for 
any woman with that little hairpin of his?" 

"Are you not only stupid but blind too, boy?" Granny demanded testily. "You 
just seen and heard what Luke did for me. But you didn't learn nothin', did 
you?" 

"Learn what?" Abner whined defensively. 

"Learn that long cock you're so proud of don't do a thing for a girl if you 
shoot it off on a short fuse. That's what!" Granny snapped at him. "What a 
man needs to do a good job for a girl is a long fuse, not a long cock. And 
Luke's got the longest. He's got the only thing any man has any real right 
to ever feel proud of. What he's got will make any girl he fucks want to 
throw rocks at any horse-cocked clod-" 

Expectedly, she interrupted herself abruptly, apologizing, "I don't mean to 
talk mean to you, Abner, boy. You just aggravate me, sounding off like all 
the other jug headed stupes who think a big cock is all it takes to make 
them God's gift to women. That's why they never learn nothing. And I do so 
want you to learn, Abner." 

"Learn what?" Abner asked unhappily. 

Granny glanced around at him, rolled her eyes upward, shook her head, then 
declared, "For openers, learn there's something you need to learn about 
fuckin'. Learn that the size your cock is ain't a thing to feel proud of, 
even if it's handmade, complete. How you learn to use it is the only thing 
any man's got some right to feel proud of, but only after the women he's 
fucked prove he's done good for them by giving him a welcome back. Which 
won't happen until his fuse gets longer than his cock, 'cause it takes time 
for a woman to come, even the first time. And when a woman comes that first 
time, she's just getting warmed up. She needs a man with a fuse long enough 
to give her a chance to come at least another time or two before he fires 
his piece. Otherwise he's shot his wad and started to wilt when she'd just 
getting going good, so he leaves her up the creek. You get the picture, 
boy?" 

Abner said, "The gals I've fucked around the holler ain't offered no 
complaints. Every one of them welcomes me back." 

"What's that prove?" Granny demanded. "They just ain't never been fucked by 
anyone who knows any more about it than you do. That's all. A gal's gotta 
get herself fucked by an expert before she can learn to spot any but the 
rankest kind of bums. Gals're human too. They gotta have a chance to learn 
what they'd oughta be able to expect of a man. Most of the poor things never 
get a chance to learn, 'cause they never do get fucked by no expert. Just by 
horse-cocked stupes who fuck like rabbits. I know plenty of grannies who 
never yet learnt a woman could come, although they birthed six to a dozen 
younguns and got fucked a hunderd times, or maybe more. They never learnt, 
so they never expected more, so they never got more, 'cause no human often 
get more in this life than they expects," she ended somewhat sourly. 

I was bored with all the talk. I pulled my cock out of Granny until only the 
head of it was still caught in the lips of her cunt. I began making the head 
of it jump, which made it rub up and down through her cunt's inner lips. She 
forgot Abner, like I'd hoped she would, looking down lovingly at me again as 
she gasped with pleasure. I kept it up. 

Within a minute I had Granny's face tense and showing strain again. She 
didn't look one bit like someone enjoying exquisite pleasure. 

I caught Granny's tits in my hands, brought them to my mouth and sucked both 
nipples into my mouth again. That brought another anguished, 
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" out of her in a rasping gasp. But she didn't 
make a single move to stop what I was doing, although she easily could have, 
of course; after all, she was in the saddle riding me, the one in position 
to call the shots. Since then experience has taught me that the vast 
majority of women tend to get excited by just the freedom that position over 
their lover gives them, which tends to intensify their capacity for sexual 
sensations. That enables them to build to explosions the like of which they 
never experience in any other position in which they're more restricted and 
enjoy less freedom and control. So I later realized giving Granny that 
position over me had been another thing I did right by pure chance rather 
than by actually knowing what I was up to. 

Abruptly Granny sent her ass driving downward so my cock was plunged back 
deep into her reviving cunt. Our bellies slapped together. A trembling groan 
came up out of her lower gut; I could feel it tensing muscles in her 
directly above the head of my buried cock. 

Granny pulled her ass away from me again instantly, but not more than two 
inches, then sent my cock driving again into her cunt as deep as she could 
make it reach; when our bellies slapped together, Granny ground her belly 
into mine, wriggling her cunt on my cock. 

Granny pulled away again and again plunged my cock back into her cunt to its 
roots. As the head of my cock reached the rear ceiling somewhere deep inside 
her, I made those belly muscles grab which caused the head of my cock to 
jump. Granny groaned again and pressed her luscious tits against my greedy 
mouth harder. 

Granny began riding me steadily with a sequence of retreats and thrusts. 
Lovingly she stroked my cock in and out of her cunt; despite the pained 
expression twisting her face, it was obvious it felt deliciously exquisite 
to her. I seemed able to actually feel fresh floods of new excitement 
rising, wave upon billowing wave, from within her. It seemed strange, but I 
felt fresh surges of excitement within me responding to hers. My cock and 
whole lower belly began tingling with a fine trembling of anticipation. 

Granny started stroking my cock in and out of her by then sizzling cunt 
faster and harder, exactly as she'd done before as the passionate frenzy 
gripped her. I began sucking and licking at her tits harder. A rising and 
falling moan began coming out of her continuously. Again my cock detected a 
slow change in the texture of that sensitive lining of her exquisite cunt, a 
change which I'd already learned foreshadowed an explosion soon to come 
within her. 

This time, knowing exactly how fast she was responding seemed to shoot the 
exquisite pressure of sexual excitement sky-high within me. The delicious 
charge of superheated sensations that roared through my cock and lower belly 
became nearly unendurable. I suddenly felt so close I actually felt afraid I 
might blow it, might this time shoot my wad before Granny had a chance to 
start coming again. 

I just hung onto Granny's luscious big tits and sucked and prayed I could 
control my skyrocketing sensations a little longer. I knew for damned 
certain once Granny came, there was no way, this time, I could hold off 
coming too. This time I had no choice; we'd make the trip together. Granny's 
little near-screams of mounting pleasure didn't make my problem of hanging 
onto what little control I had left one bit easier. 

Soon Granny was laboring over me frantically. Her breath ran in and out of 
her in short, noisy gasps. I had a feeling that every muscle in her was just 
as rigid with indescribable sexual tension as my cock and belly were. 

Then an agonized cry tore itself from Granny's tautly twisted lips. She 
began riding me harder still, hammering our bellies together in a mindless 
frenzy. That cry became a long, wavering scream. Then every muscle 
throughout the entire length of Granny's deliciously clinging glove-like 
cunt gripping my cock began pulsating furiously. 

Fresh excitement shot through me like an electric charge. My control 
snapped. The flood of sensation rolled over my senses. I felt close to 
blacking out as deep inside Granny's feverish cunt the head of my cock 
seemed to explode. I'd jacked off, I'd had wet dreams, but I'd never felt 
the pumps hidden somewhere in the roots of my cock turn on the power I felt 
them putting out now as they sent jet after jet of flaming come-juice 
blasting into the depths of Granny's cunt. 

And Granny screamed as that liquid fire roaring out of my cock was sprayed 
over all her sensitive inner surfaces. She sounded like her cunt actually 
was being seared. Yet instead of trying to pull away, Granny began riding me 
harder than ever, hammering my flame-throwing cock in and out of her 
ravenous cunt harder and faster. She kept screaming the whole time like she 
was being killed. 

Actually, however, I was only vaguely aware of her screams. Only vaguely 
aware of anything, for that matter, except the delicious pounding of her 
furiously hammering ass upon my flaming cock. I really felt very close to 
blacking out, very close to being swept into senseless oblivion. I'd never 
dreamed mere flesh could actually withstand strain that seemed so 
excruciatingly intense. 

But I did stand it and I didn't black out, even though the exquisite torment 
seemed to go on and on and on, endlessly, agonizingly, deliciously. 

But at last it was over. Granny finally fell upon me again. I had just 
enough strength left to raise my arms and wrap them around her and hold her 
close while we lay there struggling for breath together exactly as we'd 
struggled for passionate ecstasy together. 

After a time Granny's breathing had quieted a little and she murmured, 
"Lordy, how much I do wish somehow I could just keep you all for myself, my 
precious lover Luke. You'd very likely fuck this old girl to death-" She 
broke off sharply, correcting herself, "I mean, you make sex so good for a 
woman I'd likely fuck myself to death, but one thing I'd be certain of is 
dying happy. The way you make a woman come really takes a lot out of her, 
and that only makes it feel all the more-" 

Just then Abner interrupted, demanding, "Ain't you never gonna give me 
another fuck, Granny? If you ain't, I'd just as well go for another swim and 
then get dressed." 

Without raising her head from my chest, Granny asked wearily, "Did you 
watch, like I told you to, Abner? Did you learn anything?" 

"I learnt a guy can make out better with a short little cock than I'd ever 
have believed if I hadn't watched it with my own two eyes," Abner declared 
grudgingly. "But I still don't understand it. Maybe you're just partial to 
Lukey over me, Granny." 

"You know better, boy," Granny murmured wearily. "But there may finally be 
hope for you." 

"You gonna give me another fuck?" Abner asked hopefully in anticipation. 

"No, damn you boy!" Granny snapped, rousing suddenly, lifting her head from 
my chest to peer around in Abner's direction. She told him, "You're gonna 
give me a fuck! That's what you're gonna learn to do. To give me a good fuck 
whether you get a thing out of it yourself or not. You're gonna learn to 
think about what I'm getting, about what you're giving me, 'stead of about 
what you're getting." 

"I'll try," Abner murmured glumly. "Just let me know whenever you're ready 
tomorrow or the next day or the day after that." 

Granny jumped to her feet, jerking my wilting cock out of her cunt she moved 
so abruptly as she yelled, "You smart-mouthing me, boy?" 

I rolled over on one side and raised a hand to prop my head up. I was in 
time to catch an expression of bewilderment upon Abner's face as he stared 
up at Granny in surprise. "What're you talking about?" he finally whined 
plaintively. "What'd I say that was smart-mouth?" 

"Sayin' you doubted I'd be ready until tomorrow or the next day or the day 
after that!" Granny said sharply. "I'll be ready right after I take a dip to 
freshen up." 

A devilish impulse struck me; I jumped up and grabbed Granny from behind, 
then yelled at Abner, "Grab her feet, Ab! We'll throw her in!" 

I was amazed at the girlish-sounding shriek that came out of Granny; she 
sounded exactly like some girl about our age. Then she yelled, "You're 
awful, Luke!" But she was laughing, enjoying every second of it. 

Abner had come up off his dead ass eagerly as the idea took him; he grabbed 
Granny's ankles, but before he could grip them she jerked free, planted her 
foot on his face and sent him sprawling backward. I started to laugh at that 
and first thing I knew she'd given a kind of wriggle that took her free of 
my hands, too. Before I knew what had happened, she was sprinting free for 
the pool, laughing as she went, her tits swinging and her ass jiggling in a 
way that created a captivating view for any male lucky enough to see it. 

I just stood dead in my tracks staring after her and Abner rolled over on 
the ground and stared after her too, too busy admiring the scenery Granny 
created to even gather himself up off the ground. Then Granny dived off the 
edge of the pool, knifed into the water smoothly and disappeared, breaking 
the spell. 

Abner shot up off the ground and we both raced for the water. I beat him 
there and went flying out over the water in a long dive that took me far out 
toward the middle of the deep, quiet backwater. It was crystal-clear water 
you could swim through with your eyes open. As I glided back up toward the 
surface, suddenly I saw Granny on the surface just ahead swimming along 
unhurriedly. I came up under her, grabbed her luscious ripe tits and sucked 
both rigidly excited nipples into my mouth for a loving suck and nibble. 

Above me, Granny started thrashing around furiously on the surface. I guess 
she slapped the water with her open palms, creating pressure in the water 
that delivered something to me below her that felt like I'd been slapped on 
both ears at once. I let her tits slide out of my mouth and started away. As 
I went I ran one finger through the slit of her cunt; it was still slippery 
with the combination of my come-juice and her own cunt juices blended 
together. My finger in her cunt started her feet and legs churning the water 
above my head furiously. I cleared out before I got kicked, heading for the 
surface a ways off. 

When I'd given my head a shake that cleared the water from my eyes, I found 
Granny only a short piece away. She was watching me with eyes bright with 
delight and laughing like some teenage girl eager for more fun. She yelled, 
"You're awful, you know that? Doing the things you do to your poor old 
defenseless granny!" 

I yelled right back, "If my poor, defenseless old granny enjoys having me 
fuck her, then she's got to be ready to have me play with her too like I'd 
play with any other girl I'd just fucked." 

Laughing wildly, she repeated, "You're really awful!" 

"Can I help it if your sweet tits and juicy cunt draw me like a bee-tree 
draws a bear?" I yelled back. "You're a love-honey baited bear trap, that's 
what you are." 

Abner had surfaced somewhere not far behind me and he yelled, "Yeah, Granny, 
a love-honey baited bear trap and us'uns is dyin' to get catched again in 
your bear trap!" 

While Abner was having his say, I was closing in on Granny. I gathered her 
into my arms, pulling her close, her big tits flattened against my bare 
chest, her belly against mine as I told her, "I'd just love to lap up some 
of the sweet honey out of that bear trap." 

She looked at me in amazement, then whispered, "You know about eatin' pussy, 
too?" 

All I knew was I'd heard gals loved having their cunts licked almost 
better'n fucking sometimes and the idea to make the offer had just hit me 
out of the blue. But I put on what I hoped would pass for a wise look and 
nodded my head. 

Granny shook her head, looking up at me wonderingly. She exclaimed, "You're 
really something else, lover Luke." 

"What's so special about a bear eatin' honey or a man eating pussy?" I 
asked, trying to come off real cool. 

Granny said, "I ain't enjoyed having my pussy et since I come back home to 
these hills. Outside, these days, lots of men has acquired an active taste 
for pussy eatin' and cunt lickin', but here in the holler I been damned 
lucky to get me a halfway decent fuck one time every two or three blue 
moons, much less any fancy dessert like gettin' my cunt licked to boot!" 

"Them times has changed for good and all," I declared. 

"Yeah, for good and all!" Abner piped up, swimming to join us as we stood 
there in the water, treading to keep afloat. 

Granny glanced around at him, gave him a searching look, then demanded, "You 
sayin' you'll eat my pussy too?" 

Old Abner stopped dead in the water like he'd been smacked square in the 
face, his mouth dropping open and his eyes going wide with surprise. Finally 
he kind of croaked, "Eat your pussy?" 

Granny said, "Well, don't look so damned queasy! It ain't nothing like 
taking castor oil or bitters, you know. You enjoy kissin' a gal, you oughta 
enjoy lickin' her pussy even more. If she ain't a real pig, her pussy's a 
sight cleaner and its breath sweeter'n her mouth, you know." 

Abner stared at her big-eyed another moment, then murmured, "You gotta be 
kiddin'!" 

"Why?" Granny demanded. 

"Well-" he began, then bogged down, frowning like he was thinking furiously. 
Suddenly he brightened, declaring almost triumphantly, "A gal pisses through 
her cunt an' that's dirty!" 

Granny said instantly, "Gals and guys both hock up crud outta their throats 
that's slimy and makes piss look like table syrup in comparison, and they 
spit that out through their mouths. Right? So that makes their mouth too 
dirty to get near, does it?" 

Again cousin Abner just hung there in the water staring at Granny in 
wide-eyed amazement, like a fat old frog on a lily pad after he's just took 
a spear through his old gut and just sits there staring bug-eyed like he 
can't believe it. Finally Abner asked, his voice sounding kind of weak, 
almost scared like, "Some he-men type fellers really do lick gals' cunts, 
for actual fact, Granny?" 

Granny nodded, declaring, "You'd better believe it! All true he-men, the 
kind who never disappoint a woman, are cunt lickin' pussy eaters in addition 
to being long-lasting fuckers. They know how to stay with a woman till they 
get her satisfied complete. If they slip up and shoot a wad so their cock 
softens up before it's drawn all the fire in their woman's cunt, they just 
switch from cock to tongue and go right ahead. While their cock takes time 
out to recharge, their tongue keeps their woman's cunt just as happy as 
their cock could. They're like them two-gun fellers in the movies; one gun 
goes empty, they got another gun just as good and fully loaded and one that 
stays fully loaded even longer than the guns them movie fellers use. 

"Fact is, a man's tongue can outlast any cunt there ever was and another 
great thing 'bout a man's tongue is no tongue ever got a girl pregnant. In 
the days before the pill, that's why lots of girls felt partial to a man's 
tongue over his cock; his tongue was safer. The pleasure a man's tongue 
gives a gal may be completely different and not quite so high-powered nor 
satisfying as she gets from an educated cock, but it's pleasure she can 
enjoy without no worry, and before the pill that was mighty important. 
'Specially after she'd had a bad scare or two 'bout being pregnant. So an 
educated tongue has always been every real woman-lovin' he-man's greatest 
secret weapon." 

"That's sure not the way the older fellers tell it," Abner muttered. 

"How do they tell it?" Granny asked, giving her belly a little grind against 
mine as we continued treading water together. 

"They claim all cunts smell like overripe fish and no self-respecting men'd 
get near one of them with anything but his cock," Abner declared. He added, 
"Or maybe a finger." 

Granny chuckled, murmuring, "Fellers who talk like that either show how 
ignorant they are, or they're advertising what poor taste they got in women. 
Some gals have teeth that look like they've growed yellow fur coats and 
breath that'd knock a mule down and make an outhouse smell like a perfume 
factory by comparison. That don't mean all women's breath smells like that. 
A gal's breath depends entirely on her individual habits, how clean she 
keeps her mouth, how good her general health is. Her cunt's breath is 
exactly the same kind of individual thing and depends on how clean she keeps 
herself and how good her health is, the identical same way. Any man who 
don't know that either don't know women, or he always makes mighty poor 
picks. Probably because them kind is all he's man enough to get, which says 
a lot about him that he'd not very likely brag about was he smart enough to 
know. Only that kind of imitation he-man never is that smart." 

I said, "Seems to me we're wasting a lot of time talking we could be using 
to do something better." I started to move, but grabbed Granny's; arm to 
pull her after me. 

Sharply Granny said, "Patience is another thing a real woman-lover learns. 
He lets his gal set the pace and when she feels like talkin' a spell, he 
acts interested. Any gal likes to feel a man's just as attracted by her mind 
and her ideas and the way she talks as he is by her cunt. Even if he ain't, 
if he's smart about women he'll always pretend he is 'cause he knows nothin' 
he can do'll make a gal hotter for him quicker and longer. There's a lot 
more to real fuckin' than just fuckin' and knowing that is what separates 
the real men from the horse-cocked clods. You hear, Luke?" 

I nodded and turned loose of my hold on Granny. A kind of pleased little 
chuckle came from her, then abruptly she upended, her head going under, her 
white ass flashing up out of the water briefly as she dove for the bottom, 
then went swimming for the far side of the pool under water. I glanced 
toward Abner and found him watching me intently. The instant he saw he had 
my attention, he asked, "You actual fact gonna eat her pussy for her?" 

"Why not?" I asked lightly. "Granny ain't got bad breath!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

We swum a while, playing water tag and the like. Before long my cock started 
raising his head again, showing fresh interest in the sight of Granny's 
luscious tits and ass flashing in and out of the water as she played and 
cavorted like an otter. And old Abner had a hard-on that wouldn't quit; his 
stiff cock looked like a flagpole sticking out there waving in the breeze 
whenever he was out of the water, or like the keel of a sailboat sticking 
down into the water under him when he was swimming and you got a glimpse of 
him from down below. 

Finally Abner complained, "Ain't you recharged yet, Granny? My balls is 
gonna bust if I don't do somethin' 'fore long to let down the pressure." 

Granny sort of laughed, "I guess I do owe you for helpin' me finally get 
Luke's interest up in fuckin'. And there's one other real good thing about a 
woman's cunt there's just no way, if she just don't get herself no disease, 
that one of them can ever be wore out. Fact is, the more a woman uses her 
cunt, the better it seems to get for a man; just like the more work a man's 
muscles do, the easier and better them muscles can do that work. So come 
on!" 

Granny headed for the grassy bank and old Abner damned near burned the water 
up getting across the swimmin' hole after her. As he trotted up the bank out 
of the water with that cock swinging in front of him, he looked like 
Hatfield's Spanish jack, braying with excitement, his oversized cock run 
out, chomping at the bit and ready to fight for a chance to mount a 
horsin'-mare some farmer wants to make a new mule. 

Abner tried to grab Granny in his arms and pull her in close, his swingin' 
cock aimed between her legs, but Granny straight-armed him square in the 
puss, just like a ball carrying football player discouraging a tackier. She 
yelled at him, sharp like, "Didn't you hear what I told Luke about patience, 
boy? No woman, not even if she got the worst possible case of the hots, 
enjoys gettin' raped, you know. You back off or you'll get nothin'. We'll 
fuck when I'm ready, and not before." 

"Lord amighty, Granny," Abner whined, "when you gonna be ready? My balls is 
killin' me!" 

Granny sat down on a soft mat of green grass and patted the grass beside 
her, telling Abner, "Forget your balls and get stretched out here." 

Abner stretched out there like she said. The head of his big cock reached up 
above his belly-button and looked sort of like a big rosebud, his foreskin 
peeled back below it like it was. Granny bent over suddenly and gave it a 
quick kiss. Old Abner yelled, startled like, exactly as if she'd stuck him 
with a pin, then that cock of his started jerking and shooting streams of 
jizzum that started raining down on his own face and on the grass all around 
his head and beyond it. Only Abner didn't realize it or seem to care; his 
eyes was clenched tight shut and his face was screwed all up like he was in 
awful pain and he was grunting and gasping while he raised his ass off the 
ground a little to make tiny fucking movements. 

Granny glanced up at me with a kind of wry smile and murmured, "See what I 
was saying about his short fuse? Don't matter what size his cock is, any man 
that shoots his wad that fast can't do no woman any good." 

Granny got up and took my hand and we walked away, leaving Abner laying 
there gasping on the grass alone. Off a piece from him we come on another 
nice bed of grass and Granny sat herself down there and I settled right 
beside her. I told her, "I don't know nothing about licking a cunt. You'll 
have to tell me everything to do." 

Granny said, "Best way I know of to start most anything you want to make 
good for a woman is always to begin with sucking her titties. That always 
makes anything else you do feel at least a little better and most times a 
lot better to her." 

I flopped down on my back and Granny leaned over me, making the excited 
nipples of her beautiful, big tits brush my lips. I caught both tits between 
my hands and sucked both nipples in, starting to tongue them. She moved one 
of her hands to my head and started twisting her fingers in my hair, 
murmuring, "You sure got a talent, Luke, for making that mouth of yours feel 
great to a woman. I'll miss my bet if you don't turn out to be a 
natural-born champion pussy-pie eater." 

I pulled my mouth away from her tits long enough to say, "You just call the 
plays, coach. I'll try my damnedest to do whatever you tell me." 

Granny chuckled kind of breathlessly and mussed my hair affectionately while 
I went back to her titties. Her nipples felt like hard little nuts in my 
mouth and that told me all I needed to know about whether or not she was 
enjoying it; I was learning to read the nonverbal signs a woman gives a man 
if he just savvies how to read them. 

But she surprised me by suddenly pulling her tits away from me. I asked, 
"What's wrong?" 

Granny said, "I just got an idea. I think a good way to teach you to lick a 
cunt proper would be to begin by showing you how it feels to get your cock 
sucked. A lot of the teasing-up part ain't all that different between what a 
man ought to do to a woman and what a woman ought to do to a man. You just 
lay back and enjoy yourself, but pay some attention, too." 

Without waiting for any response from me, Granny leaned over me again, but 
this time instead of bringing her tits to my mouth she brought her mouth 
down upon mine. I'd never been Frenched before, so I was amazed when I felt 
her tongue come thrusting through my lips into my mouth. It was like her 
tongue had become a male cock and my mouth a female cunt, the way her tongue 
started sliding in and out. Something about it really steamed me, sending a 
trembling excitement burning throughout my whole body. I began feeling like 
I couldn't breathe, but that wasn't important enough to make me do a thing 
that might cause Granny to end that kiss. 

Then one of her hands closed caressingly upon my cock and balls and I really 
did get breathless. Lordy, what a charge of sensation those fingertips of 
hers did stir up just lightly stroking my balls and rigid cock. I began 
feeling like I might come right in her hand before she finally pulled her 
tongue out of my mouth and raised her lips from mine. By then I felt like I 
never would be able to breathe normally again; I was pleased to notice that 
Granny seemed more than slightly short of breath, too. 

She didn't waste any time catching her breath, however, but went to kissing 
my ears, then down the side of my neck to my throat and slowly on downward 
to my chest. I was amazed when she planted her hot lips upon one of my 
miniature nipples and sucked it into her mouth because I found myself 
experiencing more sensation from that than I'd have dreamed possible. She 
skipped from that first nipple to the one on the other side of my chest, 
that mouth of hers kicking up growing waves of sensation that had my stiff 
cock trying to swell even bigger and aching from the effort. 

Then Granny's knowing mouth moved downward, kissing and licking a zigzag 
course over my upper belly to my belly button. There she surprised me again 
with the flood of sensation she created in me by licking around the outer 
edge of that dimple in my belly, then thrusting the tip of her tongue deep 
into it. I gasped something like, "Oh, LORD!" That seemed to bring a muffled 
chuckle from Granny. 

Then she was kissing and licking another zigzag trail, this time over my 
lower belly. That hot mouth of hers was getting closer and closer to the 
tingling head of my stiff cock. Just the thought of it tied knots in all my 
muscles inside my lower belly. Talk about sensation! 

But when Granny's mouth reached the upper edge of the short curls covering 
the base of my cock, she stopped and for an instant I thought that was going 
to be the end of that lesson. But she'd only stopped, I found out, to change 
positions. She moved around between my legs and raised both my knees, 
planting my feet up close to the cheeks of my ass. Then she shoved her face 
in close and gave me a big old slobbery lick. Her wet, hot tongue hit me 
just above my asshole, and maybe you think that didn't bring a surprised 
gasp out of me. 

Granny brought that wet, feverish lick up from the edge of my asshole, 
across the roots of my balls, around and all over my balls, and finally at 
the root-end of my cock and on upward to its tingling tip. Long before her 
licking tongue reached the sensitive tip of my cock I was shaking like a 
severe chill had took me. 

Then I felt Granny close her lips around the head of my cock. Before she 
even started sucking it, I thought for certain I must be going to die, 
thought no one human could possibly endure so much intense sensation and 
still live. Lordy, the way the tip of that educated tongue of Granny's 
teased the supersensitive underside of the head of my cock. I'd never felt 
anything like it! It felt to me like my cock had begun swelling in her mouth 
like it was a balloon she was blowing up. I think I groaned; I sure as hell 
felt like groaning, but my throat might have been too paralyzed to even make 
such a sound. 

While she continued sucking my cock, Granny's fingertips began lovingly 
caressing my balls like they'd done earlier. Only now the sensation was 
maybe one hundred times as intense as it'd been before. 

But abruptly Granny released my cock from her mouth, leaned back, caught my 
legs and deftly flipped me over on my belly. Then she mounted my ass, her 
legs astraddle my legs, and started grinding her hot cunt against the cheeks 
of my ass while starting to kiss and nibble and lick at my ears and the back 
of my neck. While she did that, her hands were caressing my sides and 
flanks. First one, then the other would dart into the hollow just above my 
hips, reaching in between my belly and the grass, until the fingertips found 
the hardness of my cock sandwiched there and gave it a brief caress. It was 
never more than a momentary touch, but lord the load of sensation it kicked 
up. Every time I'd groan and grind my ass upward, rubbing it into Granny's 
feverish cunt. She had me so charged with excitement I was trembling all 
over and panting like I'd just finished a hard race. 

But Granny kept right on. She kissed and licked her way downward over my 
back, now and then giving me a tiny love-nip with her teeth. 

When she reached the small of my back, she abruptly switched positions; her 
hot thighs suddenly were on either side of my head, gripping it, and her 
fiery cunt was plastered against the back of my neck. From that new position 
she resumed licking and kissing and nibbling her way toward the cheeks of my 
ass. She also reached both hands in from either side under me, gripped my 
cock in one and began stroking the tingling underside with the fingertips of 
the other. I couldn't have laid still if my life had depended on it; I began 
making little fucking thrusts with my ass, trying to fuck Granny's delicious 
hand. 

Her mouth reached the crack of my ass. She gave me a series of nips, 
scattering them over both cheeks impartially. Then she abruptly released her 
hold on my cock and pulled her hands out from under me. That time I know I 
moaned; it was a moan of protest, not delight. 

Granny paid no attention. She shoved her hands in between my upper thighs, 
opening my legs wide. I wondered what in hell she was up to now? 

Abruptly I found out. I felt her face shove suddenly into the open crack of 
my ass, then her hot tongue and a flood of spit plastered in upon my 
startled asshole. Lord! I thought I was going to come right there on the 
grass as Granny gave me several wet licks across my asshole and down across 
the roots of my balls. 

Then she brought that tongue of hers back to my asshole again and I groaned, 
"You're killing me!" But she kept her licking tongue right there, licking 
circles around my trembling asshole, then beginning to thrust at it with the 
tip of her tongue like she was trying to lick into it. She kept that up 
until I knew my whole asshole-inside for a ways as well as out-was saturated 
with spit. 

She stopped that suddenly, however. Then instead of the tip of her tongue, I 
felt Granny's fingertip begin gently but insistently to start working its 
way into my startled asshole. I gasped sharply and felt the muscles closing 
my asshole involuntarily tighten to resist that intrusion. But Granny's 
slippery finger worked its way right on through that resistance until it 
felt like it was buried deep inside of me. I wondered if it felt something 
like that to a girl, having a stiff cock shoved into her cunt? 

I wondered, too, if something about it was exciting to Granny because I felt 
her hot cunt begin to drool more abundantly as she rubbed her wet cunt back 
and forth against the back of my neck. I was amazed, as Granny began 
stroking her finger in and out of my tight asshole, to realize it was 
starting to feel better and better to me. I found myself beginning to make 
little fucking movements against her penetrating finger, asking it to thrust 
deeper into me exactly like a woman raising her ass to welcome a man's cock 
into her more deeply. 

But just when I was really starting to enjoy that new experience, Granny 
abruptly withdrew her finger, announcing, "Time to get you on your back 
again, lover Luke!" 

So I flopped over and pulled my knees up like she'd had me before. Almost 
immediately I felt Granny's finger thrusting back deeply into my asshole, 
then almost forgot all about it as she gave me a hot lick from the roots of 
my cock to its tingling tip. I gasped, "Lordy, lord!" 

Granny started stroking her finger in and out of my quivering asshole 
steadily as her feverish mouth closed again over the head of my swollen 
cock. That hot tongue of hers began licking around and around and around the 
sensitive head of my cock, kicking up such a total storm of sensation I 
wasn't right certain I wasn't going straight out of my mind. 

Granny began working her mouth up and down on the shaft of my cock, making a 
cunt out of her mouth, sinking my cock into it a little bit deeper all the 
time. Her lips were tightening and releasing and tightening again around my 
cock exactly like I'd felt her pussy doing earlier. I felt like I might be 
going to faint. 

Finally I realized the whole length of my cock was buried in Granny's mouth 
because I felt her lips pressing against those short curls covering the 
roots of it. I was amazed because, small as my cock was, it would have to 
extend the entire length of her mouth and be started at least part way down 
her throat. Yet Granny wasn't gagging. Suddenly I felt Granny contract the 
muscles of her throat around the head of my electrified cock and the 
sensation that created for me very nearly blew my cotton picking mind! 
Involuntarily a long, strangled, 
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" escaped from me. 

Granny released the grip her throat muscles had clamped down around the 
tingling head of my cock and began working her mouth back and forth on it, 
like she'd stroke it in and out of her cunt. I'd momentarily forgotten all 
about her finger in my asshole, but now I again became aware of it as I felt 
it stroking in and out with the same rhythm she was stroking my cock in and 
out of her mouth. I was so charged with sensation my whole body was shaking 
again like I was having a chill. 

Lord how the pressure of sensation was building within me! But Granny just 
kept building it higher, just kept steadily licking and sucking and 
swallowing my cock at the same time her finger was stroking in and out of my 
asshole affectionately, intensifying all the other sensations. I felt an 
explosion coming I thought might easily be so intense it would splatter me 
all over that end of the holler, but I was powerless to ask Granny to stop. 
I was clear out of control. 

Suddenly a great shudder shook me, then my cock exploded. I nearly blacked 
out. Vaguely I could feel my cock jerking, pulsating intensely, spraying my 
hot come-juices into Granny's mouth and throat. I think I yelled. I'd never 
experienced anything like that. It was more than my senses could really 
register clearly. I was like in a fiery daze, being tumbled and tossed and 
spun and rolled. In a way it was completely different than it had been when 
I came earlier in Granny's sweet cunt. I can't honestly say it was better 
than it had been in her cunt, but it was completely different. Once you'd 
experienced both, having one wouldn't entirely satisfy a longing you might 
feel to enjoy the other again. 

When it was all over I felt so limp I thought maybe I'd been paralyzed. Then 
I realized I could still feel because I felt Granny quit nursing away at my 
cock and let it slip from her mouth as it wilted. I also felt her slip her 
finger out of my asshole. Being able to still feel those things gave me 
hopes my nerves hadn't been totally burned out by the overload of sensation, 
the way I'd thought had happened. 

Then I heard Granny saying cheerfully, "Now you ought to have a better idea 
how to go 'bout it, you can lick my cunt, Luke. I'll fill you in on the 
differences as you go along. Makes a pretty good substitute for real 
fucking, don't it?" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

I felt like I didn't have a bone or muscle left in my whole body, felt like 
they'd been melted into one big glob of molten goo with no power to move 
except to flow with the pull of gravity. But I knew Granny wanted me to make 
like a man for her, so I tried to move even though I knew I couldn't. I 
surprised myself by rolling over off my back to my belly. 

From there I managed to get my hands and knees under me. I found Granny 
stretched out on the grass nearby, watching me with a pixy smile. 

I crawled over, flopped down beside her, and gathered her warm, curvaceous 
nakedness into my arms and hugged her close. I could feel strength beginning 
to flow back into me. I gave her a kiss like she'd given me, running my 
tongue deep into her mouth, twining my tongue caressingly with hers, 
exploring all its other sensitive inner surfaces. When I finally took my 
lips from hers, both of us were gasping for breath again and I was feeling 
almost like new. 

I started kissing my way downward over Granny's throat, then along her 
shoulders and finally down one curving side of her luscious left tit to the 
tautly erect nipple. I sucked that in and made Granny gasp with pleasure. I 
gave it a brief tonguing, then skipped over to her other tit. There I took 
my time, kissing my way around the lusciously ripe fullness of it, taking my 
own sweet time before I finally pounced upon the excited nipple and made 
Granny gasp again. 

I gave that tit a good sucking, then spent several minutes switching back 
and forth from one tit to the other. And while I had one in my mouth, I 
caught the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing and 
pulling and rolling it while I sucked the other one greedily. Granny's ass 
began lifting off the ground in little fucking thrusts upward, making it 
obvious I was beginning to build a good charge of sensation within her. 

I decided it was time I got on with the parts of this technique of loving a 
woman that I was less familiar with. I abandoned Granny's sweet tits and 
began kissing and licking my way downward across her upper belly. 

At Granny's belly button, I paused to give it the same attention she'd given 
mine, licking around its rim, then thrusting the tip of my tongue into it as 
deep as I could make it go. That brought a low, pleased gasp out of Granny, 
Then she murmured, "You're a good boy, Luke. You pay 'tention when someone's 
learnin' you something, so you pick it up fast." 

That made me feel good, but the really important part was still ahead of me, 
the part that really mattered. I hoped I could live up to the reputation 
Granny was giving me when I got to her sweet cunt. 

I began kissing and licking a zigzag course on downward across her lower 
belly, like she'd done to mine. By the time the boundary of Granny's curly 
cunt-hair brushed against my cheek, she was breathing in ragged gasps. 

I moved around between her legs, just as she'd done. Only she raised her 
knees and spread her legs invitingly without any prompting like I'd had from 
her. She murmured, "Sometimes it's good to take a little longer with a gal 
than I took with you, better to give her more time to get steamed up, like 
taking time to kiss and lick your way from one knee down her inside thigh 
almost to her cunt, then down the other one, and after that go ahead like I 
did to you. Got it?" 

"Got it," I told her and started kissing and licking my way over the soft 
skin of her left inner thigh between her knee and the crease of velvety 
flesh where her thigh blended into her lower body near her cunt. As I got 
down close to Granny's cunt, I could feel heat radiating from it up against 
my cheek. I got my first good smell of what Granny'd called its breath too 
and found it a kind of heavy, musky perfume that seemed to start my wilted 
cock showing signs of coming back to life again. 

As I started kissing and licking my way down Granny's other inner thigh, I'd 
forgot all about how pooped I'd felt not long before. When my cheek brushed 
against Granny's cunt-hair that time, a long, shuddering gasp came out of 
her and then she murmured, "You sure got a lover's mouth on you, boy!" 

I saw Granny's belly tense and realized she was anticipating the thrust of 
my tongue into the crack of her ass to lick her asshole like she'd licked 
mine. I surprised her by switching back to her other thigh. Granny groaned 
in disappointment, then declared, "You're learnin' too damned fast for my 
good, lover Luke. I can't wait no longer. Don't torment me. Please?" 

I chuckled and murmured, "My coach tole me a real lover-man always gives a 
gal plenty of time to get her steam up real good. That he don't ever rush 
things, even when she thinks she wants him to." 

I continued kissing and licking my way down that soft inner thigh the second 
time while Granny began bobbing her ass up and down, pushing her sizzling 
cunt toward my mouth, trying her damnedest to hurry me. 

When my cheek again brushed against Granny's muff of cunt-curls, I paused to 
send my tongue licking deeply and hard into that crease of velvet flesh 
where her thigh joined her belly. Her sweet cunt was again so close that its 
steaming breath swirled around my head like musky perfume. My cock raised 
its head some more, now very nearly ready for action again. 

Abruptly Granny's hands clutched frantically at my head, her fingers 
clutching my hair, trying to pull my mouth to her fiery cunt. But I wasn't 
being hurried; I resisted her fierce effort easily and moved my attention to 
that other velvety crease where her other thigh merged into her lower belly. 
I sent my tongue licking into it deep and hard and a shuddering moan came 
trembling out of Granny. Then she warned, "I'm so hot, lover boy, I'll burn 
to a crisp if you don't-" 

I sent my tongue shooting into the crack of Granny's ass driving straight in 
to the target of her sensitive asshole; she broke off in a low scream. I 
licked her asshole until I had it as slippery as she'd had mine, then pulled 
my face away and put the tip of a finger against it, ready to work it into 
her like she'd worked hers into me. But Granny spoke up, directing. "This 
part's a little different, Luke. Your thumb goes in my asshole, your finger 
goes in the lower end of my cunt. Inside you'll feel a thick cord in the 
thin wall between cunt and asshole. You rub that gently, caress it, between 
thumb and finger and that helps-" 

She broke off as I started my thumb into her asshole. I was surprised to 
find that her drawstring muscles didn't tighten up against my thumb like 
mine had against her finger; it slipped into her pretty easily. Then I 
slipped my finger into Granny's cunt, and sure enough I found a thick 
cordlike something in what felt like a slippery, paper-thin wall. I began 
stroking it gently between finger and thumb and Granny murmured, "You done 
found it!" 

She reached one hand down to her cunt, rubbed a finger in the upper part of 
her slit, then said, "See this here? That's as near a magic button as most 
women got. Called her clitoris. Sort of like a tiny male cock and just as 
full of feeling as the head of your cock. Stroke it gentle-like with your 
finger or suck and lick it with your tongue and mouth and you can build such 
a fire in a gal's cunt she'll rape you if you try to quit 'thout finishing 
her up. So always get it located right off and treat it right and it'll see 
she treats you right." 

While she talked, I let my face drop slowly toward her cunt, like I was 
looking intently at the spot there her finger was pointing out to me. 
Suddenly I pressed my mouth downward, plastering it over the feverish lips 
of Granny's steaming cunt, at the same time thrusting my tongue into her 
cunt like I'd thrust it into her mouth when I'd French-kissed her. A 
startled scream came out of Granny and her hands grabbed my hair again. That 
scream of hers triggered a charge of such intense excitement in me, my half 
mast cock ballooned to rigid attention, ready and eager for immediate 
action. 

I shot my tongue deep into Granny's sweet cunt a second time. Right before 
my eyes her whole lower belly swelled, the muscles knotting as hard as rock. 
An anguished scream came tearing its way out of her from somewhere deep 
inside. 

I sent my tongue into Granny's cunt a third time, sent it just as far as I 
could possibly make it go beyond my lips. That instantly brought another cry 
of anguished pleasure out of her and her hands fastened in my hair and 
pulled my face against her ravenous pussy harder. 

I kept on licking, gasping for breath but never missing a lick while I 
started sucking at her cunt as well as licking it. Then I remembered that 
place at the upper end of her slit she'd called her clitoris; I tried 
finding it with the tip of my nose. Suddenly I knew I'd found it because 
Granny cut loose with a great gasping scream and momentarily loosed her grip 
on my hair. 

In a flash I shifted my mouth upward and found Granny's clitoris with my 
lips and tongue. A cry more anguished than any that had come out of Granny 
yet came from her as my lips closed upon her rigid little shaft. I found my 
cock aching now for fresh action, so excited had it become in response to 
Granny's reactions. 

Granny's legs suddenly locked around my head and she screamed again as I 
sent my tongue licking along the shaft of her tiny but gigantically 
sensitive clitoris. The way she acted I knew I must be creating mountainous 
waves of sensation within her. 

I kept my tongue licking its way back and forth along her sizzling clitoris, 
or sent it plunging back into the depths of her fiery cunt. I kept sucking 
at the lips of Granny's boiling cunt, guzzling her sizzling love-honey like 
an old bear at a bee-tree. 

Another anguished scream came out of Granny, then I felt a lightning shudder 
go through all the muscles of her cunt and lower belly and instantly they 
began a furious pumping. She was coming! I'd made her come with my tongue, 
made her come with my secret weapon, as Granny'd called it. A surge of new 
confidence in my manhood rushed through me; I'd proved I could make a woman 
come with no need for a stiff cock, much less for an oversized one. 

That relentless pumping surged through every muscle in Granny's lower body 
and her screams rose more wildly. Her entire body was caught up in a wild 
frenzy of unrestrainable passion as she started to climax. 

Suddenly strong hands closed upon my arms and began trying to drag me away 
from Granny's exploding cunt. I glanced around. It was Abner pulling at me. 
He yelled, "Can't you hear her, damn it, Lukey? You're killin' her! You 
must've hurt her bad, chewin' away at her cunt like you done, tryin' to eat 
it. You musta hurt Granny bad!" 

I yelled, "Leave me be, or I'll get up from here and stomp you, Abner!" 

He knew I could do it, me having got my growth all at once like I had, 
regardless of him being older. He turned loose and backed off, warning, 
"You'll be sorry if you cripple poor Granny somehow, eatin' at her." 

Suddenly I was aware of my aching cock. Instantly I told him, "I'll fuck 
her, then, if that'll worry you less. But Granny'll scream just as loud; 
you'll see. A gal screams like that when it's feeling good to her." 

Abner gave me a look-who's-talking' kind of snort and said, "I've fucked 
more gals than you and no gal I've ever fucked took on like that. Don't tell 
me you been pleasurin' Granny; you been giving her pain!" 

I said, "When Granny comes out of it, she'll tell you. How come she'd 
druther fuck me than you if I give her pain 'stead of pleasurement?" 

That stumped old Abner. While he was thinking of an answer, I turned back to 
Granny, crawled up over her between her upraised knees, and shoved my stiff 
cock into her slippery cunt which was still pumping away as she continued 
coming. As my hard cock went into her, she screamed louder and threw her 
legs up around me and locked them together behind my ass. She acted like my 
cock felt better to her than anything else in the whole world right then. 
Muscles from the outside of her cunt to the deepest place my cock reached 
inside her were milking away at my hardness like a kid's mouth working on a 
piece of stick-candy. And she started wriggling her ass under me like mad, 
the whole ass-end of her really seeming to love having that hardness of my 
cock in her. 

I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us over, bringing Granny up on top 
where she'd have freedom of action to do whatever felt best to her. She 
unlocked her legs from around my ass as we went over and caught her weight 
on her hands and knees as I rolled under her. I grabbed her swinging tits 
and sucked both nipples in and she yelled and began riding me, acting like 
she'd started coming again before that come I'd started with my tongue ever 
stopped, sort of right in the middle of it, like. 

And talk about yelling and screaming! Granny acted like she was going plumb 
out'n her mind. I thought if old Abner'd been worried at how Granny'd 
sounded before, he'd be fit to be tied about how she was taking on now. 

But just then Abner showed up in my line of vision and he didn't look 
worried about anything. Fact is, he didn't seem aware of anything except 
Granny's white ass bobbing up and down or making circular wriggling 
movements over me. His eyes was big and bright and staring, fixed like, on 
that one moving target as he moved in behind Granny. I realized what old 
Abner had in mind and couldn't believe it. 

Abner straddled my legs as he went down on his knees behind Granny with his 
knees in between hers and me. He grabbed both her hips in his hands, forcing 
her to stop all her frantic action on my cock for a moment, and he shoved 
that big cock of his into Granny's cunt from behind. I'd have sworn there 
couldn't be room in her cunt for both our cocks at the same time, but I felt 
Abner's go sliding in past mine, kind of crosswise to it, and there didn't 
seem to be any problem at all. Granny's cunt seemed able to swallow both our 
cocks, even going into her at different angles and all, just as easy as it 
had swallowed one. And what really surprised me was how tight it still felt 
around mine, almost like mine was still in her cunt alone. Men brag on their 
cocks like they was really terrific special equipment, but it's struck me 
that a woman's cunt is the piece of special equipment with features really 
worthy to be bragged about. Yet I've never heard no woman doing any such 
bragging. 

Anyhow, Abner started fucking Granny from behind while Granny went right on 
fucking me, getting wilder and wilder. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

I kept gobbling away at Granny's tits, but just to help matters along a 
little more I put one hand down between our bellies and began stroking her 
clitoris with two fingers, one on either side of that stiff little shaft. 

So Granny had two cocks in her cunt, her clitoris getting special 
stimulation, and both her tits in my mouth getting sucked and tongued, all 
at the same time. Talk about going wild, she really did. If she hadn't been 
over the top of me where she was free to pull away and stop everything in 
case she wasn't enjoying the goings-on, I'd have been really worried. She 
was yelling and taking on like she really was being killed, yet seeming to 
enjoy every second of it and be asking for more. 

Old Abner hadn't had his cock in Granny's cunt more than two minutes, 
should've just been getting warmed up good, when all of a sudden he started 
yelling too. I felt that cock of his, where it was pressed crosswise on mine 
in her cunt, begin pumping furiously. I knew he was coming, spraying his hot 
come-juice all over the insides of Granny's cunt and probably all over my 
cock, too. I wasn't too wild about having it on any part of me, but there 
didn't seem much I could do about it. 

Granny acted like it added a little something more to her pleasurement. She 
seemed to go again right from the middle of one come straight into a new 
come that seemed even harder than the one just before. 

So I guess Abner got to be give credit for some part in triggering off one 
come for Granny, even if he'd never been able to do it before alone. She was 
still coming hard when Abner's come petered out. I could feel the hardness 
of his big cock begin wilting against mine's steady hardness. Before long he 
backed off and let his limp dick slide out of Granny's busy cunt and 
Granny's cunt snapped back tight and nice around my cock like his cock had 
never been in her with mine. Talk about owning a piece of equipment worth 
bragging on! 

Granny didn't seem to miss Abner's cock one bit. She kept right on riding me 
without missing a stroke. After Abner pulled out and left her and me alone 
together again, Granny come three times more, one right after the other. And 
after the distraction of having Abner's cock in her cunt crosswise of mine 
had ended, I began being aware again of the load of feeling building inside 
me. 

I finally came right with Granny when she triggered off her last come. Lord, 
but I thought maybe I was actually dying, it felt so terrible good and so 
near actual pain. I felt like the whole head of my cock must've blown off, 
that's how hard I come. And I couldn't of come no closer to clean blacking 
out without doing it. For a time I even lost all track of Granny, except her 
cunt around my cock. And I lost track completely of all else. I felt like 
all the bone and muscle in me was being rendered down like pork lard into 
more juice to be spurted out through whatever was left of my cock into 
Granny's cunt, which seemed to drink all of it up like sand drinks up water. 

When I finally finished coming and come back to knowing there was still more 
in this creation than just my cock in Granny's cunt, I found Granny holding 
herself up off me on trembling arms and legs, looking done-in complete. When 
she seen my come was ended, she sighed kind of and just collapsed on top of 
me as limp as a wet blanket. She laid there on my chest and belly panting 
like a dog that's been out run and out smarted by a fox and worn to a 
frazzle. I realized she and me both was lathered with sweat. I could feel my 
come-juice and probably Abner's all churned up likely with a lot of Granny's 
too now oozing out of her cunt. It seeped down over the roots of my cock and 
my balls and clear on down into the crack of my ass and over my asshole. 
Knowing Abner's juices was mixed into it give me a feeling of wanting as 
quick as possible to get back in the swimming hole to get myself washed off. 
If I could find enough strength to move, whenever Granny finally rolled off 
of me. 

After a bit, Granny's panting quieted down to just hard breathing. That 
quieted too after another while. Suddenly I heard her murmur, "That's got 
to've been the greatest tongue job and fuck I ever enjoyed in the whole 
history of my times as a woman, sweet lover Luke. You know there was a time 
somewhere along during that trip to heaven I got this terrific feeling like 
you'd for actual fact sprouted two cocks and had both those cocks in me, one 
going in from one direction and the other from another. Lord, what a feeling 
that give my cunt! Never been pleasured with anything even close to the 
goodness of whatever it was you done to me. It was like I'd fainted, the 
feeling was so great, only right through it all I still knew about the 
terrific things going on in my cunt and to my tits in that great mouth of 
yours. You sure are an artist natural born, the talent you got for making 
great love to a woman, Luke, boy. If I died right now, I'd die happy I got 
to enjoy a fuck like that before my time finally ran out 'cause not many 
women ever have." 

Just then I heard Abner speak up nearby, though I couldn't turn my head 
enough to see him with Granny using me for a mattress like she was. Abner 
said, "I tried to make Luke stop what he was doin' to you, Granny. I tole 
him the way you was screechin' it was plain he'd done somethin' to you that 
was pure killin' you. But he wouldn't stop. He was just like a horny old 
rooster fuckin' a dead hen, no feeling whatever about what was happenin' to 
you. You oughta-" 

"Shut up, jughead!" Granny raised her head off my chest abruptly and yelled 
at Abner, cutting him off. "You had a chance to study what's got to be the 
world's greatest natural talent in the art of woman lovin', but it's obvious 
you never learned a thing. When a man fucks a woman, especially when he's 
he-man enough, it don't bother him letting the woman be on top where she can 
stop anything that don't pleasure her none. The more the fuckin' pleasures 
her the louder she's likely to yell 'cause he's pumped her insides so full 
of good feelings it's close not quite, but close to being painful. You got 
that plain now, Abner?" 

"But you sounded like-" Abner began, like to argue it. 

Granny cut him off again, snapping, "You think I was being hurt but just 
won't admit it or somehow don't know it? You listen, boy! You show me a gal 
or woman what don't take on some like that while she's getting fucked and 
I'll show you a gal or woman what ain't being greatly pleasured by the 
fuckin' she's getting. Hear?" 

"You're just partial to Lukey," Abner whined accusingly. 

Granny reared back, sitting completely upright but still astride me, my 
slowly wilting cock still in the loving grip of her slippery cunt, so she 
could really fix her eyes on Abner as she came back at him. "If I'm partial, 
it's because Luke listens when I tell him something, then tries to do like I 
say without no back-talk. And that's the only way any man ever can learn to 
be a great lover is to listen when a woman tells him about what she likes 
and how she likes it and all. There's no man can get to be a great lover 
'less some woman's learnt him and he's been smart enough to listen to what 
she's said while she was learnin' him. Only a woman knows what really 
pleasures her; no man can do anything only guess except she tells him and he 
listens. Either a man learns that, or he goes on all his life bein' nothing 
but a clod on one end of a cock he's never learnt a thing about usin' right. 
Any man wants to learn to fuck good, he's first got to learn to listen 
good." 

"I listen good," Abner protested. 

"Sure you do," Granny snapped. "To all the wrong folks." 

"What's that mean?" he demanded. 

"You listen to fellers your own age, or older, maybe," Granny said 
instantly. "Maybe you even listen to older men. But you never did think 
about listenin' to no gal or woman you hoped to fuck or maybe actually was 
fuckin'. No, you're the big man swinging the big cock that's supposed to be 
the only answer needed to everything 'tween you and any female. Nothin' no 
female human could say interests you 'cept, 'Victuals is ready!' Everythin' 
else you think you know more about than her, so you never listen. But a 
woman's own body, and her cunt and tits in particular, she knows more about 
than any man ever can live long enough to know if he lived three lifespans. 
So a man has to listen to her or he stays ignorant and fucks like a stupid 
animal, not like a woman-lover. You got that, boy?" 

"Never heard no one else say a thing like that," Abner declared, 
sullen-like. 

"Of course not, 'cause you've never listened only to other fellows and men," 
Granny said sharply. "And none of them knowed much more than you. No man, 
regardless his age, ever learns much about woman 'cept if he gets smarter'n 
most men ever get and starts listenin' to women. Only a woman can ever teach 
a man about women, and most men live a whole life without learnin' even that 
much. So what do you expect they can learn someone else? I'll tell you what; 
only their own complete and total ignorance about women. That's what they 
learn you younger ones. That's all they can learn you. They got nothing 
else. Just men's unending supply of complete and total ignorance 'bout 
womankind. And all because they always listen to other men but never to a 
woman." 

"You're just partial to Lukey," Abner repeated, like he hadn't heard a thing 
Granny'd said. Then like to keep her from saying more, he wheeled away, 
sprinted back to the swimmin' hole and went diving in. 

"Like talkin' to a barn wall!" Granny muttered as she sat watching him go. 
Then she stood up, my cock coming out of her cunt with a sound something 
like a cow's foot coming out of bog ground. 

Then Granny chuckled. " 'Least he got me riled enough it brung my strength 
back." She glanced down at me with a loving smile, murmuring, "For a time, 
there, I wasn't right sure you hadn't fucked me to death. But I knew if you 
had, I was ready to go happy." 

She reached a hand to me, offering a pull to help me up, declaring, "We're 
the ones could use another swim. Come on. Then I gotta get back to the house 
and help your ma get started on evening victuals." 

That night at supper I was feelin' like a bare-assed jaybird. Bessie was 
watching me closely. I kept looking away but it didn't do no good, my eyes 
kept goin' back to Bessie just like they was magnetized. She wrinkled her 
nose at me, then she winked. I wasn't at all sure what she was tryin' to say 
by that wink, but I had a hunch it was sort of a promise. I looked at Daisy 
June and found she was looking at me that same way. I had an idea that those 
two knew more than I thought. It was like those two to have been hid out in 
the brush somewhere watchin'. 

When supper was over I suddenly found myself feeling weak in my legs, like 
I'd done a hard day's plowing-really beat. Pa was watching TV an' ma was 
watchin' the girls clean up supper dishes. I didn't figure my disappearin' 
would be noticed. So I slipped away, headin' for my room, where I lay 
thinking about that wad I'd put in Granny's cunt. Finally, I must have 
dropped off to sleep. 

I was dreamin' about having my cock licked by a beautiful young gal and it 
was about to blow my mind with the storm of feeling it was kicking up in my 
tingling cock. Then an idea went flashing through right on the edge of my 
dream, threatening to wake me from this wild sensation. It was like a fire 
alarm, warning that I must be about ready to trigger the pumps that would 
turn my dream into a wet one. My sleepy mind struggled, trying to reject 
that possibility as preposterous, an impossibility after all the action of 
the afternoon just past. But the pressure of erotic sensations kept 
building, no matter how impossible it seemed. Finally I tore myself out of 
the foggy dream. 

It wasn't no dream at all! There was someone in bed with me. A soft, warm 
girl someone. Still sleepy, I exclaimed, "What the hell-" A soft hand 
clapped over my mouth. The mouth that had been licking my tingling cock 
abruptly stopped. Then I heard a tense, whispered, "Sh-h-h-h-h!" 

I brought my hands up and felt the shadowy form I could faintly see over me 
in the darkness. It looked like a mighty good hunk of female. I found the 
tits; they were a lot bigger than Granny's, much firmer and warmer, too. 
Memory flashed through of my surprise at supper table when for the first 
time I really noticed how big sister Bessie's tits had become. A trembling 
started zinging through me, a feeling of excitement even more breathless 
than any I'd felt before, I knew this had to be Bessie. I felt her shiver as 
if in answer to my excitement. 

Then she moved again, turning herself above me to bring her head from my 
cock up near my ear. She straddled me, putting her head down, and whispered, 
"Do you know who this is, lover?" I pressed those ripe, full tits together 
between my hands, brought the nipples to my mouth and sucked in. That 
brought a sharp, low gasp from her. I sucked and licked those luscious 
nipples for a moment, then drawed my mouth away far enough to whisper, 
"You're a girl!" 

That brought a slow giggle, then a teasing whisper demanding, "How did you 
ever guess?" 

I sucked the nipples of those delectable tits in again. That brought a groan 
of pleasure from her. I gave them another good licking and sucking for a 
moment, then freed my mouth again to say, "You taste mighty like a girl." 
Suddenly I felt her lower her cunt in the darkness till it came into careful 
contact with my rigid cock and then on downward against it until my cock was 
sandwiched between our bellies. She started rubbing her cunt back and forth 
against my rigid rod. 

She whispered, "You not only taste like a boy, you feel like a man, 
brother." 

She pulled her tits away from my hands and brought her lips down against 
mine. I thrust my tongue through my lips into hers. I felt it surprised her, 
but she opened her mouth almost instantly in eager welcome to it. I could 
tell from the way her tongue met mine that she was having a new experience. 
She obviously liked it. Then she suddenly let her whole weight come down on 
top of me, plastering her hot cunt against my hard cock, as her arms went 
around me. She hugged me fiercely, as if trying to stick us together. Her 
tongue began thrusting into my mouth, shyly at first but with growing 
confidence and daring as the embrace continued. She suddenly broke the long 
kiss to demand, "Why'd you have to go an' fuck Granny first, instead of me?" 

Surprised, I asked, "How'd you find out about that?" 

"Never mind, I know what's goin' on around here. Besides, Granny looks like 
the cat that got the canary," she commented. 

"Now, don't take on about Granny, Bessie; you want to spoil our fun?" 

"No, but I'm your sister. No one ought to be closer to you than me. I can 
make it lots better for you than Granny can, anyway." 

"I don't think pa would look at it that way," I said. Then added, "Granny is 
old enough to do as she pleases about such things, and she doesn't have to 
worry about getting pregnant." 

"I don't have to worry about that, either; the county social worker gives us 
girls pills and stuff we need just for the asking." 

"Is that a fact!" I exclaimed. "Does pa know about it?" 

"No, pa doesn't, and don't you tell on me, brother." 

"Don't be dumb, big sister. I'm in this deeper than you are," I answered. 
"Speaking of deeper, if you want to get fucked, we're wasting an awful lot 
of good time just talking." I ran both hands down her sides to her hips and 
raised her weight off me enough to let me slip one hand in between our 
bellies far enough to touch Bessie's pussy. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Never had I felt pussy hair as soft and silky as Bessie's muff. 

She gasped, then ducked her head to mine and nipped lightly at the edge of 
one of my ears. 

I began exploring Bessie's pussy with my fingers. She gasped again, sharper 
and louder. When my investigating finger found the slippery crack between 
the feverish outer lips of her cunt, I dipped my finger gently into it. It 
was like I was dipping into a spring of honey as her hot juices began 
flowing around my finger. 

I stopped before slipping my finger any farther into her cunt, asking, "You 
sure this is what you want?" 

Bessie hugged me more tightly and whispered, "If you only knew how long I've 
wanted this to happen, you wouldn't waste time asking!" 

She brought her knees up a little, catching her weight. Her hand reached 
down between our bellies and closed around my cock. A little musical sound 
was coming out of her almost like a contented cat purring; she was humming, 
sort of. 

Then she began stroking my cock. "Why do you think I started taking those 
pills over a month ago?" 

I slipped my finger into her cunt deeper and found her clitoris with my 
thumb. She moaned and wriggled her ass. I figured from the tightness of her 
cunt around my finger, Bessie must be a virgin, even if she was older. Now 
that I thought about it, that seemed a little surprising, because she'd 
dated a lot last school year. 

Then I thought of the way she'd been licking my cock when I awakened, 
dragged out of deep sleep by the rising storm her lips and tongue had 
created in my tingling cock and whole lower belly. I demanded, "Where the 
hell did you learn to suck cocks the way you were doing to wake me up, big 
sister?" 

"Are you unhappy with me for doing that are you, Lukey honey?" 

I said, "You've done that to other guys, ain't you?" 

"If a girl doesn't have any other way to keep from getting pregnant, knowing 
how to do a sensational blow job is sometimes the only protection a girl has 
against unwanted babies." With a little whine in her tone she added, "I 
wanted to save my maidenhead for you, Lukey or for whoever I finally marry." 

"You should have saved your sweet mouth and tongue for me." I was only 
joshing her, but Bessie took me serious. 

"I'll make it all up to you, Lukey, honest!" 

Then her ass was moving away, pulling away from my hand on her cunt, taking 
her clitoris out of reach of my caressing thumb, pulling my finger out of 
her drooling cunt. "Hey, I was only joshing!" I protested. But Bessie's lips 
were kissing the nipples on my hard chest and she went right on about it 
like she hadn't heard me. I began to discover that I had a lot more feeling 
in those nipples of mine, small as they were, than I had ever thought 
possible. She kissed her way right on downward from my chest across my belly 
until she reached my belly button. There she stopped, the tip of her hot 
tongue running round and round that deep dimple in my mid-belly. It really 
felt good. 

Then she drove the tip of that tongue deep in my button, wriggling it around 
in there. That tied up a knot of muscles in my belly and brought a little 
gasp of pleasure out of me. She didn't stay there long; she started on 
downward, licking and kissing a zigzag trail across my lower belly. Now my 
belly felt like one huge knot and I was trembling with anticipation. 
Remembering the mind-blowing feeling of her hot mouth on my tingling cock as 
I had awakened had me really hot. I felt like I couldn't stand it if she 
kept me waiting much longer before returning the caresses of that mouth to 
my tensely waiting cock. 

Then it finally happened; I felt Bessie's hot lips lovingly and moistly 
encircle the head of my tingling cock. I thought I was going to die. The 
tide of sensation that went thundering through me almost overwhelmed my 
senses. Every muscle in my belly tied into knots and then tied those knots 
into more knots, making my belly bulge. I was squeaking and gasping like an 
ungreased windmill. I couldn't seem to get enough air to breathe. 

Then Bessie's delicious mouth was gone again. I gasped, desperately trying 
to get enough breath to form words of protest. 

She brought her head up enough to whisper, "Did that feel good, Lukey?" 

"Don't stop, Bessie!" I managed to gasp out breathlessly. 

Bessie's wonderful mouth came back down on my aching cock, and the sensation 
that mouth and tongue of hers created was like nothing I'd ever experienced. 
Talk about intense! 

Bessie pulled my cock from her mouth, making every nerve throughout my whole 
body (but especially those in my lower belly) vibrate like strings on some 
wild musical instrument. As the flared rim at the rear edge of the head 
slipped slowly outward, she squeezed down upon it as hard as she could with 
her lips, intensifying the friction until I thought sure I was going to come 
then and there. 

She stopped that delicious friction abruptly, just a hair short of 
triggering me. Her feverish mouth switched its caresses to my balls, licking 
over and around the sides of them. Then she licked the area just underneath 
my balls; I discovered a new area of delightful sensations I didn't know I 
had. 

She didn't stop there; suddenly her hot tongue licked right across my 
startled asshole. I can't claim it was presence of mind, but something in me 
made me clap a hand across my mouth just in time to smother a yell that 
might well have awakened everyone else in the house. 

Before Bessie drove me crazy, she switched her caresses back to my balls. 
Very gently, very carefully, she drew one ball into her mouth. She swirled 
her tongue around it. She sucked it. More new feeling! Quickly but smoothly 
she switched her attention to my other ball. The sensation wasn't intense 
like it had been when my cock was in her mouth or when her tongue touched my 
asshole, but it was mighty good. Before I knew what had happened, she'd gone 
back beyond my balls again, her tongue again giving me a juicy lick across 
my quivering asshole. Again my instinct for survival (knowing pa would kill 
me if he ever found out what was going on here between me and my own sister) 
caused a hand to clamp over my mouth just in time to smother a yell that 
probably would've sounded like someone was being killed. 

Before I got my breath back after it went whistling out from under my hand, 
I got an even greater shock. One of Bessie's fingers went slipping into my 
asshole; Granny's trick! I didn't know if my shocked asshole could stand so 
many surprises, one right after another this way. 

I didn't have time to protest or anything else because just then Bessie's 
hot, moist mouth closed around the head of my cock again. She thrust it deep 
into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, stirring up a flood of 
sensation that had me feeling dizzy. Then she drew it outward while applying 
a powerful suction. Bessie was sucking the strength out of every cell in my 
whole body, sucking it down into my tingling cock which felt like it was 
ballooning. Invisible cords seemed to have pulled my eyelids shut. A kind of 
intensely sweet, deliciously painful paralysis was settling over me. I felt 
helpless. I felt a tremendous explosion was about to overwhelm me. 

I felt a desperate need to release a little of the terrific pressure of 
tension growing steadily within me. I wanted to yell, to scream, anything to 
get relief. Yet I knew, no matter how hard I might have to struggle to do 
it, I had to hold back any sound that anyone in the rest of the house might 
hear. I was teetering on the brink of the greatest come feeling I had ever 
experienced, yet I was having to do it all in silence. The thrusting, 
caressing finger in my asshole, the sucking, licking, squeezing mouth on my 
burning cock kept relentlessly building the overwhelming pressure of 
sensation within me. My flesh and bone seemed to have melted into a mere 
molten blob of red-hot passion. My overloaded brain was reeling. 

Suddenly I realized that fiery mouth was gone. The coolness of night air was 
upon my sizzling cock. I gasped, "Don't stop, Bessie honey! Please, don't 
stop!" 

I heard Bessie's breathless whisper asking, "Will you love me this way too, 
brother? Will you?" 

"Anything you want done, honey! I'll do it!" I gasped. "Just don't stop 
now!" 

I felt Bessie's lips close upon the head of my burning cock again. That 
fiery tongue began licking at it with that fantastic swirling movement 
again, shooting the pressure of sensation to a new high inside me. I felt if 
I didn't explode in her mouth I'd surely die. I wan't too sure I wouldn't 
die anyhow. But I wasn't afraid. I wasn't complaining. Not if I could just 
hang onto my senses long enough to feel that delightful, almost painful 
explosion that would drive the come-juice out of my swollen cock. 

Then it grabbed me. Every muscle in my whole body went rigid. It was like an 
actual bomb of sensation had exploded inside my cock, like it was sending 
shock waves blasting throughout my entire body. Someone was gasping and 
groaning as though in great pain-then I realized those noises were coming 
from me. I think I passed out then; nothing seemed real. 

* * * 

When my mind began to function again, I realized the pulsations of my 
exploding cock were growing weaker. Bessie was still nursing away at that 
fountain, apparently enjoying the hot brew it had poured into her mouth and 
went flooding down her throat. I felt completely drained but still she 
sucked, as if determined not to leave a single drop. Abruptly her demanding 
mouth abandoned my rapidly wilting cock. Before I realized she had moved, 
she was over me on the bed again, her mouth being pressed down to mine. As 
our lips met, Bessie's tongue came thrusting boldly into my mouth. It 
brought with it a strange, taste I'd never experienced before. 

Suddenly she brought her lips away from mine, chuckling quietly. Then she 
whispered, "How do you like the way you taste, Lukey? Pretty good, huh?" 

Right then the only response I was able to muster was a gasping moan. I 
closed my eyes again, fighting to catch my breath like I'd been in a 
mountain foot race. I felt her finger lovingly running across the edge of my 
lips. Wearily I opened my eyes. I found Bessie's beautiful full tits just 
close enough in the darkness to be barely visible. They hung so close, so 
invitingly right above my face. Somewhere I found enough strength to catch 
those full, ripe beauties between my hands and bring them to my mouth. 
Greedily I sucked both rigid nipples into it. An ecstatic moan came from 
Bessie, muffled as if from behind a hand. Her feverish cunt came grinding 
down against my wilted cock. I felt a shudder flash through her whole body. 
Another muffled moan came trembling out of her. 

She wriggled her ass, again grinding her drooling cunt against my limp cock. 
I knew she must be dying for relief, and knew what I had to do for her. My 
strength was flowing back, impossible as that had seemed just instants 
before. I put my arms around her, pulled her down against me, then rolled 
her over and pushed her down until her back was flat upon the bed. I rolled 
myself off the edge of the bed, and going down with my knees on the floor I 
grabbed Bessie's legs and pulled her to me. 

I stroked the inside of her legs, where the skin is soft and warm. Then I 
raised myself and leaned forward between her legs far enough to lick around 
the rim of her navel, then plunged my tongue-tip into it as far as I could 
make it go. Her fingers fastened lovingly in my hair as a murmur of pleasure 
came softly from her. 

Following her example, I continued to kiss and lick in a zigzag trail 
downward from there across her lower belly. The skin felt so velvety soft, 
so creamy smooth. My tongue could feel muscles under that lovely skin begin 
rippling and tensing with growing sensation, just as mine had done. I found 
myself beginning to feel excited all over again, stirred by Bessie's 
response to me. I sure wasn't thinkin' of her as my sister anymore; she was 
a luscious gal who by the enthusiasm of her response made it very plain she 
found me a very exciting male whose caresses were giving her terrific 
sensations. My cock, utterly wilted so short a time ago, began showing new 
interest in life. My licking tongue and kissing lips reached the upper edge 
of Bessie's silky nest of cunt-hair. That brought a sighing moan out of her. 
I felt the muscles under the smooth skin of Bessie's flat lower belly tying 
up into harder knots. I remembered the feeling I'd enjoyed when she made 
mine do exactly the same thing. Pleased satisfaction went through me with 
that thought of how much pleasure I must be giving her. That brought new 
life flowing back into my cock even faster. I moved from one side of her 
lower belly to the other, kissing that silky muff of cunt-hair. She began 
sounding like she was having to struggle just to keep on breathing. 

The sound of her labored breathing was exciting as hell to me. My cock was 
hard enough by then so that I would have been able had I decided to mount 
her. I won't say I wasn't tempted. But I'd seemed to do right good licking 
Granny's cunt and after the terrific job Bessie had done sucking my cock I 
figured it was only fair I licked her cunt and did as good a job for her. 

Bessie had her feet on the edge of the mattress. She spread them even 
farther now, knees up and wide apart, an invitation, if I ever saw one. 
Instead of kissing right on down into her open cunt, I felt I would build 
her up more by making her wait for that a little longer. Hold off a little, 
just as she had done with me. 

I took my mouth from her lower belly to one of her upraised knees. I kissed 
and licked it, then switched to the other knee. Bessie was moaning softly 
and making little wriggling movements with her ass, pleading with me in body 
talk to get to her feverishly waiting cunt. 

I found myself being guided by a strong feeling, instinctive or otherwise, 
that dictated patience. I began kissing and licking my way downward over the 
soft, sensitive, skin of her left inner thigh. Her guarded moaning became 
almost continuous as my mouth slowly approached the sweet, damp curls 
covering the outer skin around Bessie's cunt. Her ass began wriggling 
faster. I had the pleasant feeling that I was succeeding in driving her 
almost out of her mind, that I was doing a job of teasing her up that had 
her hotter than she'd ever been before. 

Bessie lifted her ass clear off the bed, thrusting her hot little cunt 
imploringly toward my mouth. But I didn't take the obvious invitation. I 
came close enough that my cheek brushed against her damp cunt-hair, so close 
I could feel the heat being radiated from her feverish cunt against my 
cheek. I licked wetly through the velvety crease at the joining of her upper 
thigh with her lower belly, I could feel her body trembling with 
anticipation, expecting my next move to bring my lips and tongue to her 
eagerly waiting cunt. 

Instead I took my attention to her other inner thigh, giving the velvety 
crease at the joining of thigh with belly on that side a moist, leisurely 
lick. As I was doing that, I had an inspiration. 

Remembering the feeling of Bessie's tongue on my asshole, I suddenly thrust 
my tongue into the crack of her ass below her cunt. It brought a low cry of 
protest, "You're killing me, I'm so hot I can't stand it if you tantalize me 
any longer! Please-" 

She broke off with another sharp gasp as I sent my tongue licking across her 
trembling asshole again. I brought the tip of it right back to that 
sensitive target, starting to kick around and around it the same way she'd 
done my belly button. That brought a muffled, wailing moan out of her. 

I kept up that swirling licking. Abruptly Bessie's muffled cry became 
sharper as if her anguish had become more intense. The muscles in her ass 
began working steadily. I realized almost frantic pulsations were shaking 
her whole lower belly. 

Amazement flashed through me with my realization of what had happened; sweet 
Bessie was blasting off! Bessie was writhing furiously upon the bed. She was 
pushing her ass downward, obviously trying to intensify its contact with my 
tongue. 

No mistake about this, she was coming hard, although I hadn't even once 
touched her cunt or clitoris, the real centers of sensation. 

I almost forgot what I was doing, I felt so pleased with myself. I caught 
myself just in time, and went on licking and kissing away at her wildly 
pulsating ass, not giving her any chance to cool down too soon. I decided to 
see how many trips I could send her on without letting her stop. It was 
wildly exciting to me, watching her and hearing her and feeling her as she 
carried on that way. 

My cock was throbbing with its charge of renewed excitement, so hard it 
ached. Actually, however, I right then was only vaguely aware of it. I was 
too pleased with myself about triggering Bessie with my tongue as good as 
I'd triggered Granny. 

Bessie came two more times in fast succession just built up and triggered 
again by the sensations created in her by my continued licking of her 
asshole area. By the time her asshole stopped pulsating with the frantic 
spasms of that third bang, that whole area was saturated and slippery with 
my saliva. It seemed just right for that other technique Granny'd learnt me. 

Just as Bessie started to relax I slipped my thumb into her asshole. She 
gasped and stiffened. For an instant I thought my thumb up her ass was all 
it was going to take to trigger her fourth trip. I drove in deeper. 

A shuddering sigh came struggling out of her and I felt the muscles clamped 
around my intruding thumb relax a little. It was time for my next move. 

I eased my finger into Bessie's sweet honey-box, moving slowly, gently. That 
brought another sharp gasp from her, but almost instantly her ass began 
wriggling, telling me she liked what I was doin'. 

As I eased my finger deeper into Bessie's burning cunt, I slowly brought the 
tips of my thumb and the finger together; I discovered the same thin 
slippery wall between my exploring fingers I'd found in Granny. I felt the 
same sensitive cordlike membrane. The way Bessie moaned and wriggled her ass 
when I moved along that area with the tips of thumb and finger I knew it 
must be a cable of nerves. Whatever it was, it was obvious that gentle 
caresses applied to it would help recharge her in short order for another 
blastoff. 

I began slowly stroking that cord between thumb and finger. But I turned my 
attention to deciding what to do next. I felt I'd put off getting my lips 
and tongue acquainted with Bessie's pussy about long enough. In fact, I 
found myself feeling hungry to discover how it tasted. Just so my move 
wasn't too fast, I licked upward through those velvety creases where thigh 
joined her lower belly on either side of her cunt. Bessie moaned, wriggling 
her ass. Suddenly her fingers fastened in my hair. She began pulling my 
mouth toward her cunt as if she felt unable to endure the suspense any 
longer. 

I didn't put her off any longer. When she brought my mouth over the open, 
hungry lips of her cunt, I brought my lips down upon them firmly. I thrust 
my tongue through those trembling lips of inflamed flesh. I sent it as deep 
in Bessie's burning cunt as I could make it reach. 

Her fingers clutched and worked convulsively at my hair. A low, anguished 
moan came wavering out of her. One hand suddenly loosed its hold on my hair 
to go flying up to clamp over her mouth. 

I had another good idea. As I started licking in and out of Bessie's sweet 
cunt as fast as I could make my hard tongue fly back and forth from my 
mouth, I began feeling for her rigid little clitoris with the tip of my 
nose. I found it. I also discovered that slight movement of my head was all 
it took to make the tip of my nose stroke that erotic center of hers while I 
kept tonguing the sensitive entrance to Bessie's love tunnel. 

This method seemed to work like a charm; almost faster than I can tell about 
it, Bessie's whole lower belly was shuddering with a new storm of frantic 
pulsations as she came again. Muscles around my caressing tongue were 
pulsating relentlessly. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Bessie's little clitoris was unmistakably pulsating against the caressing 
tip of my nose. The muscles of her asshole milked away at my thumb 
demandingly. It was exciting as hell! I found myself feeling like my rigid 
cock might explode and start geysering hot come-juice all over the side of 
the bed and the floor if so much as a hot breath blew across it. It was 
really something how exciting Bessie's passion got me all stirred up. 

But no hot breath blew across my tingling, aching cock, so my excitement 
went right on building steadily with nothing to relieve it. This fourth bang 
of Bessie's lasted longer than any of her first three when I was licking her 
asshole. While it kept on and on, I felt a fire of fierce excitement 
building within my belly more intense than any I'd felt before. It was 
fantastic. I thought I must have stumbled on the greatest experience 
available to man: how to really make it good for a woman, and to feel her 
response to him. I felt currents generated in me that I knew would have put 
a hard-on on a corpse. 

I thought of the sneering remarks I'd heard about muff divers, cunt lickers, 
pussy-pie eaters. I realized now how really dumb the guys making such 
remarks were about the facts of truly great lovin'. They just didn't know 
what they'd been missing out on. 

Greedily I thrust my tongue into Bessie's furiously throbbing cunt, 
straining to send it deeper than it had ever gone before. I lapped and 
sucked up her hotly flowing love-honey hungrily. Her hand, still on my head, 
clutched my hair convulsively and pulled my mouth against her quaking cunt 
harder. A strangled cry of muffled anguish slipped past the hand clapped 
desperately over her mouth. 

She was having to struggle just as I'd had to in an endless effort to keep 
quiet. I knew what torment she was having and just knowing made it almost 
like I was the one going through the experience all over again. It was 
exquisite empathy like I'd never experienced before. 

Bessie's muscles had hardly stopped their frenzied pulsations before pumping 
all over again as she blasted into coming a fifth time. The muffled cry 
coming from her changed into a trembling wail. That changed into a shrill 
scream. She choked it back, grabbed for a pillow and buried her face under 
it to deaden the alarming sound. 

When the fifth come ended, I switched my lips and tongue from her fiery 
tunnel of love to her clitoris. As my lips closed upon that excited little 
shaft and my tongue began licking at it as I sucked it, some of the scream 
that came blasting out of Bessie got past even the pillow. I was sure 
someone would surely hear it, but I was so caught up in our mutual passion 
by then I simply didn't care. I didn't slow down an instant but kept 
steadily on with my caresses. 

Then I felt a great shudder flash through Bessie's whole body, then felt the 
tremendous surge of a fresh convulsive action start her pumps moving again. 
The fingers caught in my hair jerked away. The hand went flying up to assist 
her other hand in the attempt to smother her screams in the pillow. She was 
wriggling her ass frantically now, like a fighting catfish wriggling 
desperately upon a hook. 

When I felt the muscles begin to slow down from their convulsive throbbing 
at long last, when I heard Bessie's muffled cries from the smothering pillow 
begin to sound like agonized little moans, I had another great idea flash 
through my mind. One hand had been completely free during all the previous 
action, except for stroking Bessie's thigh absently or sometimes gripping it 
firmly to help hold her a bit when the action of her ass became so frantic I 
thought she would tear her cunt away from my mouth if I didn't put a brake 
on. I sent that hand on a new job, rubbing it upward along Bessie's side to 
find her tit. 

I felt my thumb and finger come in contact with her rigid nipple just as her 
body started to go limp from her sixth come. Pulling that nipple gently and 
rolling it between thumb and finger while continuing the caresses of my 
other thumb and finger in her cunt and asshole and my sucking and licking at 
her clitoris seemed to open wide the floodgate to a new reservoir of 
passion. In just no time at all Bessie's ass was wriggling as frantically as 
ever before. Her thighs clamped together against either side of my head. Her 
heels came off the edge of the bed as she locked her legs around my head. My 
face was squeezed so tight against her pulsating cunt I felt I might be 
suffocated. Her legs had my face pinned against her cunt and her whole body 
began jerking mightily, as if in the grip of powerful convulsions. 

I was beginning to get a little worried, not sure exactly what I had gotten 
started. I decided it was about time to ease off this wild pussy if I could 
do anything about it. I couldn't get my face away from her cunt; I was 
locked in a vise. I stopped all licking and sucking, trying not to excite 
her clitoris any further. I slipped the thumb and finger out of her 
relentlessly pulsating cunt and asshole and stopped teasing her nipple with 
my other hand. 

What breath I was managing to draw in and out of me continued flowing hotly 
across that highly sensitive little shaft, however. But the furious 
pulsations finally eased off and seemed to reluctantly fade, at long last 
ending. Again Bessie went limp. Finally her legs slowly relaxed, releasing 
their grip upon my head reluctantly. T pulled my face away from her cunt and 
drew fresh air deep into my aching lungs. 

I struggled to get up off my knees, to climb upon the bed beside Bessie; I 
found my legs were awfully weak and shaky. I wondered how Bessie's must 
feel. My rigid cock was the only part of me that didn't seem to welcome the 
relief from the intense action just ended. It felt swollen bigger, stretched 
longer, and larger than I remembered it ever having felt before. 

I flopped upon the bed beside Bessie and gathered her into my arms. I hugged 
her naked tits close to my chest, her cunt pressed up against my rigid cock, 
her belly plastered to my belly, her long legs wound lovingly with mine. She 
sounded weak and tired as she murmured, "Lukey, Lukey, you are a real man. 
You made it feel better, you gave me far more loving, than any of the big 
lover-men in school ever have." 

It was plain to see she was deeply contented. Bringing her arms around me 
she hugged me close. She put her hand down, slipping it between our bellies, 
and gripped my cock. She murmured, "He's all hard and ready for action 
again!" Her legs parted, one leg coming up over my hip, opening her cunt for 
my hard cock. 

Back and forth she began stroking the tingling head through the slippery 
deliciousness of her wonderful cunt. She whispered, "My bottom should be 
numb, after all the loving you've just given it but the feeling is coming 
back fast, Lukey. It's beginning to feel great all over again." 

I rolled over on my back and pulled Bessie up on top of me. She raised her 
weight on her knees and hands, straddling me. I caught her two luscious tits 
between my hands and pressed the nipples gently. She grabbed hold of my 
cock, as before, beginning to stroke it against her clitoris. Quietly, I 
heard her murmuring in a trembling, breathless kind of way, "Lukey honey, 
I'm going to fuck you! I'm going to fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." 

Something about her fresh excitement brought a wave of anticipation flashing 
through my body. Just like a brand new experience, I felt my body tingling 
with demanding desire. My stiff cock was beginning to ache, with the thought 
of that hot slippery cunt-hole. Then I felt my cock sliding smoothly into 
that wonderful box. It felt to me like my cock was completely filling her 
hot, tight tunnel with its hardness, but she was taking it smoothly without 
any forcing. All that work I'd done with my lips and tongue had done a good 
job of preparing Bessie's cunt for my swollen cock. 

As my cock slid into her, Bessie gasped, "You feel better than I ever 
dreamed you would!" She sighed a deep, contented sigh. Then she added, 
"You're so good, Lukey; so sweet. My dream's come true, honey!" 

I tensed muscles that caused the head of my cock to jerk deep inside her. 
Bessie gasped, sounding surprised and happy. Then my cock was into her as 
far as it could reach, buried to its roots in her cunt, the hair on our 
lower bellies being rubbed together. I made the head of my cock give another 
throbbing jerk deep inside her, bringing another sharp gasp from Bessie. 
Then she murmured, "You know somethin', Lukey?" 

"What?" I asked in a whisper. 

"When you loved me with your mouth and tongue it was better than I'd ever 
had it before, but I already know it ain't going to stand up to us being 
together like this." She wriggled her ass on my cock in a little circle, 
bringing a long, soft, "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!" from her. Then she began riding her 
ass up and down, making my cock move in and out of her cunt in tiny 
movements, bringing another soft, "Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h!" out of her. After that 
she whispered, "You are a fucking good fuck! We been wasting an awful lot of 
time, love." She slowed down and started the circular motion with her ass 
again. 

I pressed Bessie's big, beautiful tits together again, brought her hard 
nipples to my lips and sucked them into my mouth hungrily. That brought 
another long-drawn-out groan out of Bessie. I began sucking them as my 
tongue licked around one nipple, then the other, with a swirling movement, 
then licked back and forth between them. She wriggled her ass in that same 
movement on my cock as if she was trying to tell me to keep it up. Then she 
gasped, "I'm so glad I saved real fucking till I could do it with you, 
Lukey!" 

Bessie wriggled her ass on my hard cock again for a moment, then began 
stroking it in and out of her cunt. Her thrusts were only tiny movements at 
first but growing longer and bolder as she kept on. She began panting like 
she'd been running hard. My cock could feel the change in the texture of the 
inside of her cunt as the excitement grew within her. 

Bessie gasped out breathlessly, "Before you finished working on me with that 
wonderful tongue of yours, Lukey love, I thought coming again would kill me. 
Lordy, the way it's building up 'way deep inside me where no one's ever 
touched me before! Oh, brother, am I ever gonna come, like I ain't ever come 
before!" 

Bessie had her belly plastered against mine again, sliding herself back and 
forth on my cock in short, gentle movements that made little more than the 
head of my cock move slightly, caressing, deep inside her. The movements 
were small, but the feeling it was giving me was great. Bessie wasn't 
exactly bored, judging from the panting gasps and sobs coming out of her. I 
felt fresh flows of Bessie's hot love-honey bathing the entire length of my 
bulging cock. I kept gobbling away at her tits. Bessie was having a wild 
ride for sure. 

Suddenly Bessie raised her belly away from mine a little. As she drew my 
cock outward, she suddenly clamped down upon it with the muscles of her 
love-box. Then I felt such a pressure build up in me I almost yelled! Just 
in time I bit it back and let it trickle through my tit-filled mouth as a 
low groan. 

I felt the tip end of my cock come slipping out of Bessie's box through ring 
upon ring of muscles. She gripped down upon it with those muscles again. The 
feeling rose again till I felt my butt rise clear off the bed. I gobbled at 
Bessie's big, full tits more than ever to choke back the sound that tried to 
force its way out of me. The more I tried to hold back a little, the more 
feeling built up inside me screaming to be released. 

I could feel the come-juices gathering, building more pressure than I could 
stand. My brain was foggy under the powerful grip my whole body was feeling. 
Bessie stopped withdrawing just as that flared rim on the head of my cock 
forced the mouth of her cunt to open more widely to release it. Instead of 
letting that happen, however, she reversed the direction of her movement. 
She drove down over my cock, plunging it into her cunt with a hard thrust 
that brought our bellies together with a loud slap. I felt such great waves 
of feeling running through me, my eyes rolled back in my sockets and my 
brain was spinning around and around! 

Bessie began swinging her hips back and forth over me. That made my cock go 
in and out of her hot cunt faster and faster, harder and harder. Our bellies 
made a slap each time they came together. That sound seemed to sent the 
flood of feeling I was enjoying higher and higher. Time and time again she 
came out until my cock would have dropped clear of her burning cunt if she'd 
gone just a little farther, then sent my hardness driving back into the 
deepest part of her cunt as hard as she could. 

Hot damn! I was glad I had my mouth crammed full of her tits because if I 
hadn't it would have been impossible to choke back the yells that kept 
trying to boil up out of me. 

Bessie hammered my cock into her greedy cunt, all the while panting, gasping 
and moaning as if in the grip of something she couldn't stop. My backside 
was coming off the bed, raising my ass, trying to ram my cock deeper into 
her burning cunt than it had ever gone before. I knew that wonderful 
explosion we both were working so hard for couldn't be far off now. The 
growing promise of that great explosion was causing a delicious pain through 
my cock and whole lower belly. I knew by the way Bessie was struggling on my 
cock, that she was enjoying the same kind of deliciously mixed torment. 

I thought for sure Bessie was going to ride my ass right through the bed to 
the floor below. She kept right on pounding our bellies together, riding me 
with no letup. The cunt-hair of our lower bellies felt like it was foaming 
with whipped cream. 

Suddenly Bessie slapped a hand over her mouth, her head tipped back on her 
shoulders, a strangled, muffled cry of pleasure raised faintly from her. I 
felt the muscles of her cunt clamp down on my cock in a stranglehold that 
held a moment, then let go as all those muscles began pulsating hard and 
fast, milking at my cock as if to pull my come-juice out by force. I felt 
something like an electric charge of excitement flash from deep within her 
cunt to the tingling tip of my cock. 

Only Bessie's tits in my mouth kept me from waking the whole house. I was 
shooting liquid fire out the head of my throbbing cock. The violent storm 
that raged inside me almost sent me out of my head. I didn't think I was 
going to be able to stand it! Yet, somehow, I kept from blacking out. For a 
while I didn't know what Bessie was doing. My brain was reeling. All I knew 
was the waves of come-juice were shooting out in great spurts that sent 
shock aftershock running through my body. 

When I finally became aware of something besides my own storm of feeling, I 
found Bessie still lunging up and down over me. Her whole body was 
trembling, as if she was about to fall apart. She was gasping like she 
couldn't get enough air to breathe. But she still seemed to be coming. A 
low, tortured moan came through her twisted lips like she was about to die. 
Still she fought to keep pumping my cock in and out of her cunt. I could 
feel her cunt muscles still throbbing faintly, gripping, releasing, and 
gripping my cock's hardness again and again. 

Bessie finally flopped down on me as if she had used up every bit of 
strength. She told me later she'd come four times while my cock was in her 
that first time. That, added to the seven times she'd come when I'd given 
her my tongue before we'd started fucking. 

No wonder she seemed so done in. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

I couldn't seem to get enough air, either. I worked Bessie's body over a 
little and rolled her off to the side of me. My cock slid out of her 
love-box, but that didn't seem to matter. 

For a while we lay there side by side struggling to get our breath. I 
finally whispered, "We can't stay here like this, sister; it would be too 
easy to drop off to sleep." 

She protested with a wail, "I need to be near you, to reach out and touch 
you, lover! Don't send me away now! I love you, Lukey! I really love you!" 

"You'll get yourself out of here before pa finds you here and skins the hide 
off me, if you really love me!" I snarled at her. 

"I guess you're right, Lukey," she said. She rolled toward me. Wrapping her 
arms around me, she hugged me tight against her. Her mouth found mine. She 
thrust her tongue deep into my mouth something fierce. Then Bessie slipped 
out of bed and I heard her softly step away and leave the room. I knew I 
wouldn't ever forget that first wonderful fuck I'd had with my sweet Bessie. 
I lay unmoving for a moment, too bushed to move. Finally I must have dropped 
off to sleep, to dream. 

* * * 

It must have been almost daybreak when something stirred my foggy brain out 
of my dead sleep. My belly was empty like I hadn't eaten in days. I drifted 
back into my dreams thinking about hot cakes, eggs and fried taters. I was 
just getting ready to dig in when the victuals lifted right off the table 
and floated away. The table turned into a bed and some soft, warm body was 
cuddled up close to me. Bessie, I said to my dream, let me be long enough to 
stoke up a little strength. 

Then I felt my cock getting harder, growing bigger as a small, gentle hand 
began stroking. This ain't no dream, Lukey, I said to myself. That brought 
my eyes open a crack, in spite of my need for more sleep. The faint gray 
glow of dawn was just beginning to sneak its way into the bare spots, 
leaving dark blobs of shadows where the furniture sat. I turned over on my 
side and put an arm around that warm body cuddled so close, and right then I 
knew this wasn't Bessie. This was thinner, smaller. 

"Great day in the mornin', Daisy June! What in the hell do you think you're 
doin' here in bed with me!" I hissed. "Are you trying to get me killed!" 

"All I want is my fair share," she whispered. "You wasn't so worried about 
getting killed a - little while ago when Bessie came to see you. Besides, I 
want to learn right, and I know you'll be good to me and teach me all about 
how to love a man." 

"Honey, you're too young," I protested. 

"Bessie was only twelve when she started foolin' around with the boys at 
school. I think it's lots better to learn how to suck your own brother than 
some dirty ol' boy at school." 

This was wrong, but what the hell could I say? I felt my cock getting harder 
by the minute just talking about it. The worst part was I didn't want to 
send her away. From the minute she climbed in bed with me, I was like a blob 
of dough. She locked her sweet little arms around me and lifted her lips up 
to meet mine. By the time we came up for air I knew Daisy June wasn't 
learning how to kiss for the first time. "You've been doing some practicing 
somewhere." I said. "That sure as hell ain't your first kiss!" 

"Oh, I ain't dumb, but I know I got a lot to learn; and I got the best 
teacher you." 

I gave up wasn't much I could do without taking chances on making her mad. 
That, I wasn't about to do! Daisy June has a temper that makes up for her 
size, and I didn't want her to turn it loose on me. 

I saw a twinkle in her big blue eyes, and realized it was getting lighter. 
Daisy was fun to be around most of the time, even though she could, at 
times, get an ornery streak. She started wriggling down the length of my 
body, kissing with her sweet little mouth along the way. My cock was already 
hard; it felt like it was trying to meet her halfway. My stomach was 
beginning to tie knots. 

Her hand came down and closed around my cock. She stroked it gently. "Oh, 
Lukey, it feels so big! It almost scares me," she said. "I tried a carrot 
one time. It wasn't near this size." 

"This can feel better than any damn carrot, Daisy June, but don't get in a 
rush about it," I told her. "You gotta give that cute little cunt of yours 
time to get ready." 

She hugged me, kissing my belly button, which was where her face was. She 
was still fingering my cock and it was expanding more by the minute. My cock 
had finally found its proper place in life, and would never be the same. It 
had finally come into full manhood, thanks to Granny and Bessie. 

I reached down and pulled Daisy June higher on the bed, so that she was face 
to face with me again. Then I played with her. I kissed her mouth, her ears, 
her throat, and finally I worked my way down to her little breasts. I kissed 
one nipple, then the other, until they stood up to rigid attention. I ran my 
finger gently along her hot little slit until she began to wriggle and pant. 
I ran my hand along her ass and the crack between until she spread her legs 
like a playful puppy. 

I rolled my tongue around with hers until neither one of us could breathe. 

All the time, she was stroking my cock. Granny and Bessie had given it a 
pretty good workout, and I was glad. I wanted this to be something really 
special for my little sister. I was really surprised to find her so strong. 
She wrapped herself around me as I sat up on the bed; I flopped over 
backward and held her hard to slow her up a little. She lay still for a 
moment, catching her breath. "Fuck me, Lukey fuck me, please!" she pleaded. 

"All right, honey, just you take it easy and let me see if you're ready," I 
soothed. 

I rolled over on top and found her hot little love-box with my cock. It was 
dripping, and I was able to get the tip of my cock inside. She let out a 
little squeal of pleasure as it pushed on up inside her, covering the head. 
I tried to go deeper into her tight little tunnel, but it felt like I had 
rammed right into a stone wall. She was so tight my cock began to ache. 

She stiffened around it and gritted her teeth. Her eyes were tight shut. 
"Push it on in, Lukey. Push it hard!" she said. 

Instead, I eased off, pulling back. She grabbed at me desperately, afraid I 
was going to come on out. I wasn't ready to give up so easily; I pushed on 
in again as hard as I could. Again I felt as if I had hit solid rock. 
"More!" she urged. "Don't stop now, Lukey." 

I tried one more time and decided that I was going to have to stop. If I 
kept that up I might hurt her bad, or break my poor ol' cock right in two. 
Right now, it hurt like hell. 

"Don't stop fucking me, Lukey. You promised!" she said. "I can stand it!" 

"You can stand it," I said. "I'm sorry; honey, but I can't stand it!" 

My cock was beginning to wilt. Daisy June almost sobbed out loud. She 
grabbed at my cock like a baby for its bottle. She sucked it, she caressed 
it, she tickled it. Her little head bobbed up and down along it like she was 
playing a mouth-harp. In a very short time it was just as big as before. She 
sat back on her legs for a moment, studying my cock. Her blue eyes were 
thoughtful. She seemed to be measuring its size. I rested on my elbow, 
waiting to see what she had on her mind. 

"Lukey ... I know what I have to do," she told me. She straddled me 
sinuously, then lifted her sweet little ass and brought herself down to my 
ready cock. She worked herself into position, making sure the tip was well 
inside her cunt. I felt my cock stop again. She had reached that wall. I 
could feel her cunt tighten around the tip of my cock. She grabbed my 
shoulders with both hands, lifting herself, holding her cunt in position 
over me. Then she came down with all her might. I felt something tear away 
and she shuddered with pain. She bit her teeth into her lower lip and went 
right on pushing down on my cock, taking more and more of it. Finally it was 
all inside her. 

I'd heard the big boys talk about taking cherries, but I had never seen it 
happen before. My cock seemed to be standing it pretty well; I hoped my 
little sister's sweet cunt hadn't suffered too much damage. Daisy June was 
flattened out on top of me, our bellies plastered together. 

"Are you all right, Daisy June?" I whispered. She raised her head up off my 
chest and whispered back, "It's hurting awful but I'm not gonna stop now." 

I could tell she wasn't fooling; she was a stubborn little puss. She began 
pumping her cunt slowly up and down on my cock. Her hot little cunt gripped 
my cock so tight I didn't see how she could move. I felt new warm wetness 
gathering, making the action easier. Her mouth was open, she was panting, 
and little beads of dew stood out on her forehead. I could feel waves of 
pain run through her and it was plain she wasn't getting much pleasure out 
of this. 

Once she made up her mind she wanted something, she'd get it, no matter what 
it cost. That was her way. Each time she rammed herself down, I bounced on 
that bed like I was going through the mattress. 

I wanted to make things easier for us both and so I put my arms around her 
and brought her to a stop. She opened her mouth to protest, but I cut in 
before she could speak. "I've got to change position. Let's ease off for a 
minute and get more comfortable." 

She was having none of that. Her eyes sparkled with anger as I have never 
seen them before. She started hammering at my shoulders and chest with her 
tiny fists. I tried to dodge and turn sideways. Suddenly Daisy June yelped 
and looked down to see fresh blood oozing out. We sure enough broke through 
the locked door that time. That was the last sign of any pain that morning. 
She began to pump and wiggle against me with her slippery cunt sliding up 
and down on my cock with a frantic rhythm. Her face lost the look of strain, 
and she was making funny little sounds in her throat like a purring kitten. 

That sound did something to my cock. I felt waves of sensation begin to 
gather inside me, and my stiff cock began to swell. She grabbed me all of a 
sudden and rammed down on me like she was wild. I had all J could do just to 
ride out her storm. She must have come like that a dozen times before my 
cock finally built up enough steam to fire away. The feeling rolled through 
my whole body like electric shocks as my cock pumped relentlessly. Finally 
my cock began to slow down from its convulsive throbbing. It had been one 
hell of a fuck, one I'll always remember. 

My little sister had tears in her eyes, tears of relief. I kissed her 
tenderly, holding her close to me. 

"Lukey, Lukey, we did it!" she said. "We did it, didn't we, lover? I love 
you, Lukey honey, more than anybody in the whole world." 

All the time she was holding my cock tight as ever in her loving cunt. She 
brought her mouth up and bit my ear, just like a frisky colt. Then she began 
to ride me again like a wild woman. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders 
each time she came ramming down on my cock. I felt her come-juices flowing, 
slippery and hot. 

She may have been ignorant as to how to go about it, but her enthusiasm made 
up for it. I felt myself being carried away with the feeling of her 
pleasure. My own cock was building pressure again, a tingling charge running 
through my whole body. Finally we both let go, coming at the same time. My 
eyes rolled back in my head so far I thought they'd stick for sure! 

* * * 

When it was finally over, she looked at me, a mussed-up little pixy with 
freckles all over her nose. She smiled a soft little smile and said, "Lukey 
lover, that was a real good fuck!" 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

I sent Daisy June back to her room before pa caught us. My belly muscles 
felt like I'd been in one of them rodeos they have over to Fort Smith and 
one of them bulls had tromped my middle. But I'm practically never sick, so 
I couldn't lay in bed if I didn't want pa taking no special notice of me. I 
dragged myself out, but I sure as hell didn't feel like I'd had near enough 
sleep. Of course I hadn't, what with spending more'n half the night fucking 
my two sisters until both of them was happy to totter back to their own 
room. 

And that'd taken a heap of fucking, like I've already told. You add that 
right on top of that session I'd had at the swimming hole with Granny just 
earlier during the afternoon and I guess it's not hard to see why there had 
been mornings when I'd felt fresher and better rested. 

At the breakfast table pa told me about some weed-chopping he wanted tended 
to in the cornfield before the sun got up enough to burn off the early 
morning cool. I asked if he'd be working with me, in a roundabout way, of 
course, hoping he wouldn't; working alone I'd find me a good shade and have 
a nap, but that'd be out with pa around. I was tickled to death when he said 
there was business in town he was gonna have to tend to. 

Only ma didn't seem tickled by that news one bit. She lit into pa, claiming 
the only business he had was tomcatting around after a young widow lady out 
twenty miles or more the other side of town who she told pa she'd heard 
about him seeing lately. 

Pa, he didn't deny it, he just acted like a story like that was too 
ridiculous to take serious notice of and joshed ma about wasting her time 
listening to gossipy old scarecrows. Granny chimed in to tell ma that even 
if such wild stories was true, she had no complaint so long as pa was the 
good provider he'd always been and he kept up with his homework. 

Real angry-eyed, ma snapped, something about the reason she knew the stories 
was true was because keeping up his homework was exactly what pa hadn't been 
up to lately and she said he knew exactly what she meant. Then pa told her 
she'd ought to take into account that he was getting older and all men's 
powers to keep on their homework slacked off some as they got older. But ma 
wasn't buying none of that. She was still yelling at him as pa went driving 
away with kind of a shit-eating smile on his face pretending he was being 
very understanding and might even be a little pleased that ma was jealous. 

Then Granny told ma she was a fool, that taking on like that with any 
husband was always a bad mistake for a woman and too stupid for any daughter 
of hers to pull. Ma fired right back at Granny, claiming she was partial to 
pa on account of him having slipped a piece of ass to her on the side, every 
now and again, all the years him and ma'd been married. 

Granny acted real put out with me for saying such a thing, but I got a 
sneaking hunch probably ma was right. Now that I thought on it, pa and 
Granny always had seemed to hit it off special good for in-laws. I couldn't 
think of no other mother-in-law around them parts who got on with her 
son-in-law like Granny'd always got on with pa. 

Ma insisted she'd known about it all along but hadn't minded on account of 
it was all in the family and she'd understood Granny's needs, so hadn't 
looked on it like she did pa tomcatting off to some stranger. But that 
didn't cool the huff Granny'd put on. So she went off to visit neighbors for 
the day and took both the girls with her. 

I tried to slip off back to my room to catch up on my rest, what with pa 
gone for the day. But ma done the kind of switch I'd come to know is 
commonplace with women, telling me my pa's instructions about the work I was 
to do should be obeyed. So I slung a hoe over one shoulder and headed for 
the field. 

* * * 

Our big cornfield is side by side with Minnie Pearl's, old Abner's step-ma 
and my pa's younger sister. Pa farms both pieces of ground, on account of 
Min is a widow and his only sister and the land all belonged to their pa, so 
my pa'd growed up working both fields. But he had insisted on Min seeing to 
it that Abner done the hand work and the like the way pa wanted. So I took a 
good look at the other field, hoping pa'd stopped past Min's and left some 
weed-chopping orders for old Abner, too. 

But he hadn't. Or if he had, Abner'd talked Min into letting him off the 
work because he wasn't over there in the other field anywhere. It made me 
mad, being out there all alone that way, and I lit into them weeds like it 
was their fault. Once I got to working, I began feeling better, my sore 
muscles loosening up as they got warmed up. 

By ten o'clock I'd slaughtered enough weeds I knew pa'd accept what I'd done 
as a day's work. I was sweating good and feeling first rate and could've 
worked on a while, even though the sun was getting hot. But I'd gone off 
from the house without bringing along a jug of water and I was beginning to 
feel real thirsty. 

So I knocked off and headed back to the house to get a drink. I thought 
about all the good feelings I'd enjoyed for the first time fucking Granny 
yesterday, then about the same kind of great feelings I'd found in both my 
sister's pussies, while I was walking to the house. It seemed amazing to me, 
when I compared the experiences, how very little difference age in a woman 
makes in the pleasure she can give a man's cock, so long as she's a woman 
who enjoys fucking and has done whatever was necessary to keep her cunt in 
practice. Because, as I thought back on it, I realized if there was any 
difference between what I'd enjoyed with Granny and what I'd enjoyed with 
the girls, all of it had to be in Granny's favor. 

My cock got hard just from my thinking about all that great fucking. So I 
was so busy thinking I wasn't whistling or making what I suppose is my usual 
amount of noise as I walked up on the house. Looking back later on what 
happened, knowing I hadn't intentionally sneaked up to the house was 
important. Because if I'd sneaked in, that would be like I'd hoped to find 
something going on, when actually such a thought had never crossed my mind. 

Anyhow, just as I opened the screen door to the back porch, it hit me all of 
a sudden how quiet the house seemed. Maybe I did close the door more careful 
than ordinary, but I was just listening, curious like, to that silence 
inside there. 

Then I caught the distant sound of squeaking bed springs and thought at 
first ma must be making beds, a chore the girls had ducked that morning by 
leaving so early with Granny. But then I noticed how steadily them springs 
kept up that squeaking and I knowed no part of bed-making set up that kind 
of steady squeaks. Kids bouncing on a bed might. Only there was no kids that 
size in our house. I couldn't think of but one other thing that might set up 
such a sound from a bed. 

Suddenly I found myself feeling real funny, a strange kind of wonderment and 
excitement almost stopping my breathing. Right then I guess I started 
sneaking. I was barefoot anyhow, so I didn't have to walk too much different 
from ordinary to keep from raising any sound. I started tracking down that 
sound, like an old hound dog following up coon scent. 

It led me straight to the door of my folks' bedroom. The door was almost 
shut but not latched. Just beyond it the sound of them steadily squeaking 
bed springs was real strong. I don't know exactly why, but I seemed hardly 
able to get breath through my throat into my lungs as I eased that there 
door open until I could see into that bedroom. Then I froze right there in 
the bedroom doorway, unable to believe my eyes. 

My ma was on her back on that bed bareassed naked and that damned Abner was 
between her legs, just as naked, his ass really jumping as he hammered that 
big cock of his in and out of ma's cunt. Her hands were rubbing up and down 
Abner's back lovingly and she was making little kind of mewing sounds like 
it was feeling pretty good to her but hadn't got to the point of feeling 
really great yet. And the way old Abner was socking the cock to her it was 
plain he'd never last long enough to give ma a chance for it to get to 
feeling really great. 

In a flash I decided if ma was gonna get disappointed anyhow, I'd just as 
leave see to it Abner got disappointed right along with her. Before he'd 
quite made it to start coming, I yelled, "What'n hell's going on here!? I'm 
a good mind to stomp all the shit right out of you, damn you!" 

By then I'd got from the doorway to beside the bed and grabbed old Abner and 
he yelped like a egg sucking dog caught with fresh egg-yolk in his mouth. I 
drawed back a fist to hit him as I give the hair of his head a yank that 
jerked his big cock right out of ma's cunt with a wet, sucking sound like a 
cork coming out of a jug, and laid old Abner back across the foot of the 
bed. Ma grabbed her arms together across her luscious pair of pretty big 
tits, looking scared to death, and yelped, "No, Lukey, don't hurt him!" 

Like I hadn't heard her, I yelled, "I'll learn you to come sneaking in here 
when all the men folk is gone and go forcing my poor ma to fuck you, damn 
your eyes!" I grabbed one of Abner's legs and hoisted him over my head by 
that leg and his hair as I vowed, "I'm gonna break your damned neck, for 
openers, and then-" 

Ma cut in there, screaming at me, "It wasn't Abner's fault, Lukey! You hear, 
son? It's not like you think! The boy wasn't raping me!" 

I stopped with Abner up there over my head like I was ready to slam him down 
across the heavy footboard of the bed to break his damned back. I glanced at 
ma and said, "You say he wasn't raping you? Then what 'n hell was he doing? 
He sure 'n hell wasn't making love to you. He wasn't taking time or caring a 
bit about making it feel good to you-that I know for certain from what I 
seen. He was just hammering away, trying his damnedest to get his nuts off 
as quick as possible, regardless of how little pleasurement he give you. 
That sounds like rape to me, ma, regardless of anything you say to protect 
him." 

"He's not the world's greatest lover, that's for certain, Lukey," ma 
admitted, "but he wasn't forcing me. It was all my own idea, actual matter 
of fact. He come to borrow a cup of sugar for his ma, and I asked him to 
come back. I figured if your pa could go tomcatting around trying to keep 
all the widows in the county happy, the least I'd ought to have for my part 
would be Abner." 

I said, "But you'll get so damned little satisfaction with Abner it ain't 
worth you taking the risk of getting a bad reputation, ma. And he's got a 
big mouth." 

Ma nodded and murmured, "I know. He's been bragging to me about fucking 
Granny. I already realized it was a fool thing to do. But there still was 
some satisfaction just getting back at your pa this way, regardless. And 
Abner bragging about it would be a help with causing embarrassment to your 
pa. But I couldn't stand having you hate me, Lukey. I was just thinking 
'bout how you might feel if you was to-" 

I cut in on ma, telling her, "You having human needs is no cause for me to 
hate you, ma. I know a woman needs fucking. And if pa's got a right to 
tomcat around with other women and don't take care of your needs, you got 
just as much right to find some outside fucking to make up for it to you. 
Only you ought to demand better'n pa gives you, not settle for something a 
lot less." 

I tossed Abner down on the foot of the bed. While he was still bouncing on 
the springs, his big cock flopping, I told ma, "You'd get about as much 
satisfaction fucking a Spanish jack as you'll get fucking him. He'll leave 
you in worse need of a fuck than you was before you had him." 

"I wanted to do something to get back at your pa more'n I was really in need 
of geting fucked," ma admitted. "But it was starting to feel pretty good." 

"And he was just about to shoot his wad and wilt and leave you with nothing 
but your own finger to finish up what he'd started," I declared. 

Ma give me kind of a coy look and lowered her eyes as she murmured, "Do you 
know where I might find someone better?" 

Instantly Abner protested, "That's no damned fair, Aunt Hattie! He butted in 
on me and Granny yesterday an' Granny wouldn't hardly give the time of day 
afterwards. And besides that, it ain't decent!" 

"Look who's talking about decent!" ma exclaimed. "I seem to recollect you 
bragging to me only a bit ago about how you'd been fucking Min since you was 
twelve and she caught you jacking off and told you to save it and come see 
her every time you felt a need like that." 

"But Min's only my stepma," Abner protested. "We ain't actual blood kin, 
even if she did raise me. My pa's first wife was my actual-for-real mother. 
You know that. So my ma and me fucking ain't like you and Lukey. And 'sides 
that, you asked me in, so it ain't fair-" 

I interrupted Abner, declaring, "So she can ask you right back out any time 
she's convinced you ain't man enough to do the job she needs a man for. 
Either you remember all the learnin' Granny tried to give you and start 
using it-" 

Abner cut in angrily, insisting, "I've kept my ma happy 'thout all that 
messing around wasting time like Granny said a feller has to do, damn it! 
And I never heard no other guys talking 'bout wasting all that kind of time 
loving up a gal and all before they got down to the real serious fucking. I 
figure Granny could be different'n most women or it could take her longer 
getting her steam up because she's gotten older-" 

Right there ma cut in on him, suggesting, "Or she could just know more about 
what a woman ought to be able to expect and demand of any man fucking her 
than most women do. Lots of women never in their whole life have had a man 
make them come, not even once, so they don't know that's what they'd ought 
to expect; don't demand it. Instead they just take whatever little bit of 
good feeling they do get before a man starts coming and try to ignore the 
frustration and nervousness they feel afterward and feel thankful for the 
crumbs of pleasurement they did get. Thet's all your ma's been doing." 

"That ain't so!" Abner exclaimed. "If Lukey was to fuck her, I bet she'd 
tell you I make it feel one hell of a lot better with my cock the way I fuck 
than he can with his little thigh the way Granny thought was so great. I bet 
she'd even rather have a fuck from me with my cock than have Lukey eat her 
pussy like he ate Granny's. A cock like mine is something not many men have 
and the thing women go for most. Them with shrimpy little cocks like Lukey's 
go in for all that waste of time tit-sucking and cunt-licking and all trying 
to make up for not having a cock the size women really love and need, like 
mine." He smiled proudly. 

Ma said, "You're real sure about that, are you, Abner?" 

Old Abner came right back, confident as hell, "It was feeling real great to 
you, wasn't it, Aunt Hattie?" 

"How close were you to coming?" ma demanded. 

"Real close," Abner admitted. 

"Then it wasn't feeling all that great," ma told him, "because I was only 
beginning to get warmed up a little. I'd have needed a sight more'n you'd 
give me to even get close to anything I'd say felt great. I'm sorry, boy, 
but whether you believe it or not, you need lots more than just a big cock 
to make sex great for a woman. A sight more important than the size of a 
man's cock is the size of his patience and his pleasure in giving a woman 
lots and lots of warm-hearted loving before he even begins fucking her, as 
well as while he's fucking her, and then after he's fucked her. That 
warm-hearted loving is what really turns a woman on. Just warm-hearted 
loving can get a woman worked up so hot she'll come without ever being 
fucked. Did you know that? But no man in the world owns a cock that can make 
a woman come all by itself without any help from some warmhearted loving. 
Without some warm-hearted loving, even the hottest-blooded woman seldom if 
ever can manage to come, regardless of the size of the cock fucking her. 
It's that warmhearted loving that makes sex fantastic for a woman, not the 
size of the cock in her, and the more warm-hearted loving she's given, the 
more and the harder she comes." 

But Abner whined, "You're only saying that 'cause Granny's your ma and 
that's the kind of stuff she spouts. I bet if Lukey even knows enough about 
women to get my ma to fuck, he can give her all that warm-hearted lovin' 
stuff like you say and when he's finished she'll still tell you a fuck with 
my big cock is at least ten times better. I bet you anything." 

"Like what?" ma asked. "What'll you bet?" 

"Like if I win," Abner proposed, "I can come over here and fuck you, or 
you'll come to our place, every time Uncle Amos is gone, like today. And I 
mean fuck you my way, without none of that messing around wasting time or 
letting you climb on top of me or any of that cunt-licking or other stuff 
like Granny likes." 

"And like what if you don't win?" ma suggested. "What if your ma says she 
likes Lukey's kind of fucking best? What then?" 

"She won't!" Abner declared confidently. Then he frowned, as if struck by 
some sudden doubt. He added, "But if she did I guess I'd be extra careful 
just to keep quiet about this whole thing, like try to forget it. I sure as 
hell wouldn't have nothing I'd have temptations to brag about. If that's 
worth anything." 

"You've got a bet," ma said. 

Abner asked, "So now can we finish up what Lukey butted in on?" 

Ma smiled, gave me a wink, and said, "Only if we do it Granny's way, you 
letting me call the signals. If I'm gonna bother trying to get even with 
Amos, I'd just as well get the most I can out of it, 'stead of just letting 
you add to the frustration he started." 

"What do you mean?" Abner asked uneasily. "Now see here, Aunt Hattie, I 
ain't about to lick-" 

"Tits are all I'll trouble you to lick," ma cut him off. "Now get stretched 
out here on your back, or else forget it." 

Cousin Abner started moving to do like she said, so I got out, leaving them 
to it, and headed for Min's place. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

My Aunt Minnie came out of her house to meet me as I crawled through the 
fence between our horse pasture and her sideyard. Like Granny she'd spent 
time going to school and working on the outside and she sometimes wore 
clothes that scandalized even my ma, to say nothing of most other hill 
country folk. 

Min was wearing one of the most scandalizing of all the outsider-type 
clothes she owned as she walked to me: a bright bikini. There was about 
enough to the halter part to barely cover each nipple of her two big tits. 
And south of that was another patch of the same bright cloth hardly big 
enough to cover the lips of her cunt. It left about half her cunt-hair 
uncovered. 

I'd never seen her in it before. We did have television, so I'd seen women 
in bikinis before on TV, if not in the living flesh, but even TV hadn't 
prepared me for a bikini like Min's. I think her bikini made her look more 
naked than she'd have looked had she been baby bareassed naked. 

I stopped short and stood there gaping at her. Min asked, "Have you seen 
Abner anywhere, Tarzan?" She was the only one in the family who ever called 
me that, but she'd heard about the school kids' nickname for me and thought 
it was "cute" and started using it. Even Abner never called me that because 
he knew I'd smash him if he tried it. But I couldn't very well smash Min. 
Besides being my father's baby sister and therefore my aunt, she was a girl 
and a damned pretty girl, at that. She was just about old enough to be old 
Abner's big sister instead of his stepmother. 

And was she ever stacked! 

Anyhow, I managed to find my voice. At first it came out more like a croak 
than like my normal voice, but I managed to make her understand me as I 
responded to her question by telling her, "I been in the corn field choppin' 
weeds, Min; I never seen nothing of old Abner there." 

"I wonder where he could've disappeared to?" Min murmured. 

"Anything I can help you with?" I asked. 

She gave me kind of a searching, speculative look, then said, almost like 
she was thinking out loud, "My, how you have grown; you really do look like 
a Tarzan. Maybe you could-" 

She broke off, giving me another narrow-eyed, searching look, then declared, 
"I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't help me even better than Abner If 
you wouldn't mind?" 

I smiled, recovering from the effects of my first sight of Min in that 
bikini, and said, "My pleasure." 

She chuckled and reached a hand up and rested it on my shoulder, making her 
big tits threaten to spill free of that skimpy halter, as she marveled, "You 
look like you've outgrown even my big brother. Aren't you bigger than your 
daddy?" 

"A mite," I admitted. Then reminded, "You needed some help, you said?" I 
think I managed to sound cool enough but my throat felt tight with a wild 
excitement. 

Min said, "I want to take a sun bath and I need help rubbing oil into all my 
skin so I'll tan evenly and won't burn. Would you be a dear and do it for 
me?" 

I gulped and nodded. Aunt Min took my hand and led me into the house and 
through it and out behind it to an area she'd had walled off for complete 
privacy. There was even a stout gate and an equally stout lock on it to 
ensure that privacy against intrusion. She kept two big German shepherds in 
the fenced backyard surrounding the area. But I'd never even stopped to 
wonder, before she showed me in there that morning, why Min seemed to take 
such pains to ensure so much privacy. 

As she locked the door behind us, however, I had a sudden hunch what her 
thing about privacy was all about. I waited, hardly breathing, as Aunt Min 
turned from locking the gate and walked to the center of the enclosure where 
she had a blanket spread in the sunshine. She stretched out upon the blanket 
laid over a soft carpet of thick lawn grass. As she settled herself, she 
said, "Get my bottle of body oil over there on the bench, will you, 
darling?" 

I brought the bottle to her and she patted the grass beside the blanket as 
she said, "Now will you be a dear boy and spread some of it across Min's 
shoulders and rub it in until it disappears?" So I spread the perfumed oil 
over her shoulders. I'd never really noticed before what lovely, feminine 
shoulders Min had, just as I'd never before really noticed what nice tits 
she had before my first glimpse of them in that bikini. I guess I'd really 
never looked at her before because she'd been Min to me and not a tasty bite 
of feminine dessert. But Granny and my sisters had gotten my eyes open to 
female loveliness wherever I encountered it. So I found my whole body 
vibrating with a strange, wild kind of excitement as my hand rubbed oil into 
Min's smooth, tanned skin. 

I hadn't finished oiling her shoulders when she suddenly told me, "Untie my 
halter strings whenever you're ready to move lower. I want the oil spread 
evenly all the way down my back, you see." 

The excitement already boiling inside me began steaming harder. My stiff 
cock got even stiffer, acting determined to force its way through the cloth 
of my overalls. I had trouble untying the strings holding Min's bikini 
halter, my hands were trembling so. When it fell free, she murmured, "That's 
better." 

She turned her head suddenly to look straight at me, asking, "Why don't you 
get out of those sweaty clothes and take a sun bath, too? Or maybe you'd 
rather take a shower first?" She gestured to a far corner of the enclosure 
that I hadn't really noticed before, pointing out, "There's a shower right 
there." 

I protested, "But I can't take no shower with my clothes on, but there's no 
walls around that thing. I'd shock you and you'd likely tell pa I'm awful if 
I was to just skin off my clothes and walk in there naked as a jaybird right 
in front of you. No tellin' what pa'd do." 

"That's silly," Min scolded softly. "You have a beautiful body and you'd 
ought to feel proud to let someone like me who appreciates beauty admire it. 
I'll never tell your pa if you don't tell on me. He'd be scandalized about 
me letting you rub that oil on me." 

I knew that was gospel truth. Pa thought tomcatting after women no blood kin 
to you was any real man's natural way. Even fucking his mother-in-law fit 
into his code with no problem on account of she was no blood kin either. But 
I'd heard him hold forth about how he'd reform the white trash fathers the 
law hauled in, now and then for fucking their own daughters or nieces or 
sisters, blood kin. 

I thought on it as I smoothed oil on down Min's lovely back. I wondered how 
I'd been so blind as never to've seen before what a lot of woman this young 
aunt of mine truly was. Just rubbing her back with my hand excited me so 
much it made my cock ache. 

I worked my way down to where the bottom of her bikini crossed her smooth 
brown ass. I started to jump to the luscious cheeks of her ass below it, but 
she stopped my move, quietly directing, "Don't skip." She put a hand to the 
side of the bikini, gave a tug, and it came apart. She said calmly, "Throw 
it out of your way." 

Because I didn't know anything better to say, I asked, "I'm rubbing the oil 
in the way you want?" 

She purred, "I've never had it done so well before, Lukey." The way she 
forgot the nickname and called me by my own name made what she said sound 
convincingly sincere to my ears. She went on quietly, "You've got such 
wonderful hands, for a man. Such gentle hands, for so big and strong a man. 
Such completely masculine hands. Such sexy hands. Hands I'd love having 
caress my body all day." A low, sexy chuckle rippled out of her, then in a 
husky whisper she added, "Better yet, all night." 

I felt so excited I was sure my whole body must be vibrating so you could 
see it. I began spreading more oil below the point where I'd left off, on 
down over Min's lusciously beautiful ass. I damned near strangled just 
trying to keep pulling enough air into my lungs through my 
excitement-tightened throat. 

I moved from the cheeks of Min's lovely ass to the outside of her upper 
thighs, just below her hip joints. I got the skin oiled along the outside 
and back of both legs clear down to her knees. I had a feeling if I just 
tried working on down her shapely calves, she was going to kick about my 
skipping that area just below those luscious cheeks of her ass, the rear 
gateway to her loins and inner thighs where her shapely legs merged into her 
lower body on either side of her cunt. 

Pride or something made me determined not to give her any such cause for 
complaint. So I pulled in all the breath I could force into my lungs, which 
wasn't too much; the seething excitement in me had created what felt like a 
steel band around my chest or a sort of paralysis in my breathing mechanism. 
Talk about breathless! Any other time I'd probably have been scared shitless 
at finding such a feeling in my chest. Right then, however, I just didn't 
seem to have time to think about it like it wasn't all that important, 
compared with what I was about to do. 

I poured some more oil in my hand and thrust my fingers in between Min's 
legs, beginning to spread the oil there at the rear door to her cunt. Almost 
immediately she moved her legs slowly apart until they were spread wide and 
I could see the bottom edge of her cunt-hair. 

Lordy, I felt like I might be going to come in my pants, I was so steamed. I 
was probably wheezing as I struggled to get the breath in and out of my 
frozen lungs. My damned hands were trembling so much it was all I could do 
not to spill the oil. 

Taking plenty of time I cautiously slipped my fingers down into that crease 
of velvety skin where Min's shapely left leg joined her lower belly. I 
spread oil over it good and then slowly and very gently rubbed it in even 
better. 

I got more oil, then thrust my fingers even deeper into that hot crease of 
flesh. Suddenly I felt that lower fringe of her cunt-hair brushing against 
my knuckles, but Min wasn't protesting. Lazily she murmured, "You've got 
really great, great hands, Lukey lover. You know something? That name the 
other kids call you Tarzan? I'll never be able to call you that again. 
Somehow it simply doesn't fit the lover I know you are or can be. Are you a 
great lover too, love?" 

I muttered, "I wouldn't know 'bout that. I reckon you'd have to be the one 
to say how to answer that." I didn't add anything else. 

I began rubbing in the oil up there next to the bottom edge of Min's 
cunt-hair and at about the third pass my fingertips made through that exotic 
crease a low gasp came out of her, sounding breathless. I knew I wasn't the 
only one getting thoroughly steamed and that gave me a feeling of strange 
satisfaction. 

I kept sending my fingertips back down into that soft, hot crease of hers 
and suddenly Min murmured breathlessly, "Your hands feel so ... delicious!" 

So I kept right on rubbing the oil into her there with a feather touch of my 
fingertips and the longer I rubbed, the more of a problem Min seemed to be 
having with her breathing. That skin right up there next to the bottom of 
her cunt felt so soft I got afraid if I rubbed it too long, even with a 
feather touch, I might make it sore. So I switched to the soft, hot crease 
where the other leg joined her lower belly. By the time I had the oil rubbed 
in thoroughly there, Min was panting audibly, even though she'd buried her 
face in one arm in what I took to be an effort to muffle the sound. 

I finally decided I'd given that area enough attention and started spreading 
oil down her inner thighs toward her knees. But her head came up instantly 
as she asked, "What are you doing, Lukey?" 

"Oiling the rest of your legs," I said innocently. "That's what you wanted, 
ain't it?" 

She put her head back down, face in her arm, and didn't answer. Before I'd 
finished oiling the rest of her legs and feet, her breathing had quieted. I 
finished her second foot and sat back on my heels, leaving the next move to 
her. 

Min rolled over almost instantly. Her skimpy bikini parts stayed where they 
had been on the blanket and she lay stretched there before me naked as a 
baby. She was watching me quietly. So I tried to act just as casual as she 
seemed, tried to keep any sign of the raging hunger I felt blazing inside me 
from showing in my eyes. But, man oh man, how I wanted to fuck that sweet 
aunt of mine right then. I managed to hold myself in, however. 

Maybe she was testing, curious to see what I'd do. Anyhow, she suddenly gave 
me a quiet smile and murmured, "You're so much better controlled than most 
men I've known. So cool and mature and gentle. You really are something. And 
here I've wasted so much time because I thought you were merely an overgrown 
-" She interrupted herself again sharply, declaring, "How I am rattling on! 
Don't mind me, love. Go ahead with your job. Oil the rest of me exactly like 
you've oiled my back." 

I went at it, spreading oil over the skin covering the front of one ankle, 
then the other. It wasn't easy to keep from staring at Min's luscious cunt 
as I oiled my way up the front of her shapely legs. 

She'd spread her legs after she turned over so that her cunt was moistly 
open, the inner lips completely visible. I had a feeling her cunt was 
watching me. I wondered why the hell merely looking into it like that seemed 
to excite me so? 

As I spread the oil higher along the fronts of Min's luscious thighs, I 
noticed the closer my hand got to her enticing pussy the faster she seemed 
to start breathing. In fact, her breath finally began sounding ragged again 
as my hand neared her cunt. 

In contrast, the wild excitement that had almost strangled me earlier seemed 
to have settled down somewhat. I felt that I could take command of Min 
exactly like I'd discovered I was able to do with the girls; I liked the 
idea. It seemed to strengthen my control. 

My hand brushed against her cunt-hair again as I spread the oil on one side 
of that V of dark curls, then on the other. I rubbed it in good, then spread 
oil through the cunt-hair itself and rubbed it into the skin below, giving 
Aunt Min's little clitoris a workout in the process. Her breathing was more 
than just slightly ragged before I finished that. 

I rubbed the oil into Min's luscious cunt, or into the muff-covered skin on 
both sides of her cunt to be absolutely exact, until I had a feeling if I 
gave her about two more strokes she was going to come. Instead of letting 
her have that relief, I abruptly jumped to one of her long graceful arms and 
spread oil over it, then worked the oil into the skin. 

I worked my way up to her shoulder and armpit, then switched to her other 
arm. When I reached her other armpit, I didn't pause but went right ahead 
spreading oil over the soft, brown skin where the roots of her tits began. I 
rubbed it in lightly, enjoying the way that made her whole tit jiggle and 
dance. 

I didn't let on, however, how enticing the sight was to me. I leaned over 
and gave the area under her other armpit the same treatment. That luscious, 
big tit jiggled just as nicely for me. 

I figured Min thought my next move had to be oiling the skin of her tits 
themselves. Instead I oiled the skin covering her ribs on both sides and 
took my own damned sweet time rubbing it in like I was blind to the 
attractiveness of her ripely luscious big tits. 

When I finished her sides, I spread oil over Min's flat lower belly, my hand 
brushing the upper boundary of her V of cunt-hair. As I started rubbing it 
in, she brought both her hands up and cupped one of her luscious tits in 
each of them, asking, "What's wrong with these, lover?" 

I drawled, "Wrong? You got to be kidding! Those two are twins of 
perfection." 

"Then why are you ignoring-" she began. 

I interrupted, "But a smart man always saves the very best of everything to 
the very last." 

She frowned slightly, evidently unable to offer any effective argument to 
that idea. I went on rubbing oil into her lower belly. Finally she murmured, 
"When you do get around to these, they need twice as much oil and twice as 
much rubbing as the rest of me." 

"Oh?" I murmured. 

She explained quickly, "It's necessary in order to keep my breasts young and 
fresh and full and the skin covering them soft and pliable and full of 
vitality." 

I said, "Let's give them four times as much oil and rubbing, if that'll help 
do the job! As beautiful as those two are, they'd ought to be kept fresh and 
young forever!" 

It was obvious that pleased Min. She said softly, "Your loving hands can 
fill them with the joy of being alive; make them feel fresh and youthful. So 
be sure to give them special attention." 

If she'd only known what great plans I'd started making long before for 
giving those beauties special attention with more than my mere hands. But I 
played it cool and didn't jump at her invitation. I finished spreading oil 
over all the rest of her belly and even her chest between those two luscious 
tits and rubbed it in good. 

Long before I finally moved my hand to Min's first tit, her nipples were 
both rigidly erect with excitement. But they grew even harder as I spread 
oil lightly over first one tit, then the other. The first time my fingertips 
brushed across the puckered skin around the base of Min's left nipple, she 
moaned softly. As I kept on, her breath began getting ragged and noisy 
again. 

I finished rubbing the oil into all the other skin of her tits and returned 
to her nipples to begin a second application. When I'd rubbed the oil into 
the taut nipples and the puckered skin around their roots, I began squeezing 
and pulling and rolling them between thumb and finger gently. 

In no time Min was panting like she'd been in a hard footrace. I remembered 
what Granny'd told me about her amazement that so many grown men seem 
totally ignorant of the fact that a woman's tits actually are a major sex 
organ. My experience with not only Granny but with both my sisters and now 
with Min sure was all the proof I needed of the truth of what Granny'd said 
about the importance of giving tits proper attention. Before a man has 
actually done his full part as a man and can rightly figure the time has 
come for his fun of fucking a woman, he owes a woman that tit-teasing to get 
her ready too. 

Like she'd read my thoughts, Min gasped breathlessly, "Oil them again and 
rub it in good, lover. Lord, but you have the greatest hands I've ever felt. 
You do more for me just with your hands than most men I've ever known could 
manage to do with-" 

She broke off, but I knew she'd meant to say, "with their cocks!" To reward 
her for her kind words, I applied more oil, then cupped a lusciously ripe 
tit in each hand and began stroking and pulling the nipples together. Min 
moaned and began making her naked ass wriggle upon the blanket. It was 
obvious to me, green as I was, that I could fuck her any time I liked. 

I wanted to make her go really wild with hunger for the feel of a cock in 
her cunt, however. I'd had enough good ass from Granny and my sisters in the 
past twenty hours that I could hang onto myself and wait. 

I took my hands away from her tits abruptly and sat back on my heels. 
Instantly Min protested, "Don't stop. They need a lot more attention." 

"I'll have all the skin rubbed off both nipples if I don't give them a 
rest," I told her. 

Breathlessly she suggested, "Then maybe you'd like to kiss and lick and 
maybe even suck them a little to cool them off and make them all-" She 
interrupted herself again, demanding suddenly, "You would enjoy kissing my 
girls, maybe sucking them a little, wouldn't you, lover?" 

I nodded, admitting quietly, "They look delicious." 

Her eyes watching me grew brighter with excitement and she breathlessly 
suggested, "Why don't you taste them?" 

I felt proud of myself, the way I controlled my soaring inner excitement. 
Coolly I said, "Well, you're my father's sister, my aunt, and you've trusted 
me to behave myself, and I figured you might not feel I was behaving myself 
if I tasted those beauties. I figure you probably never let anybody except 
very special people taste them and it don't seem likely an overgrown kid 
like me, and your own nephew at that, could be that special." 

Instantly Min sat up, her tits both dancing as she faced me, declaring 
emphatically, "Oh, but you're so wrong, Lukey! Haven't you heard a thing 
I've been telling you about how great your hands feel on my body? You may 
just turn out to be the most special, special man I've ever known. Don't 
ever again put yourself down as just an overgrown kid. Men twice your age 
could learn things from you about being a real he-man with a woman!" 

I let my voice drop to a bare whisper and told her, "If I sucked your two 
beauties, I'd want to -" I broke off like I couldn't quite make myself say 
it. 

Min instantly whispered, her voice as low as mine and sounding a lot more 
filled with fire and excitement, "You'd want to fuck me? Is that what you 
were about to say, love?" 

I nodded and murmured, "You'll probably hate me." 

Her hands rushed up to catch me by the head affectionately. She pulled my 
face to hers and kissed me, her feverish lips plastering wetly over mine, 
her tongue thrusting into my mouth to seek and twine with my tongue. She 
broke the passionate embrace to gasp, "You precious darling, I wouldn't hate 
you for wanting to fuck me; I'd love to have you fuck me. Don't you know 
that's why I asked you to spread the sun-tan oil on me in the first place? 
Why don't you get your clothes off?" 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Deep inside I chuckled, feeling pleased with myself and my success in 
playing my green kid part so convincingly. I wondered what sweet Min would 
have thought if she'd known I'd come there from my house for the sole 
purpose of fucking her, just to prove to old Abner he wasn't the only one 
who could do it. And to prove, as well, that although I might have started 
later than some, I was learning about women faster than most. And I'd been 
having pretty good luck with this technique of letting them chase me until I 
caught them, rather than coming on strong and obvious, thereby fulfilling 
what supposedly is the real he-man's part. 

So I hung onto my inner urge to whip off my clothes and jump in between 
sweet Min's luscious legs just as fast as I could make it. Instead I told 
her sort of shyly, "I'm all sweaty from choppin' weeds. As clean and 
sweet-smelling as you are, you wouldn't want me getting very close very 
long. And I take a long time when I-" Again I broke off like I was bashful 
about saying "fuck a girl," but Min got the complete thought. 

She said breathlessly, "I just knew you'd be like that. I've been dying for 
a man who's good for half an hour or more in the saddle, instead of falling 
over backward like a rabbit from two to not more than five minutes after 
he's gotten started." 

If I hadn't already known it, I'd have been certain after that description 
that she'd been fucking old short-fuse Abner. But I didn't let on. 

Min grabbed my hand and jumped to her feet, urging, "Come on. I told you 
right at first you could take a shower! Freshen up. I'll take one with you!" 
she exclaimed with a sudden giggle, sounding like a mischievous schoolgirl. 
Eagerly she began unbuttoning my shirt. 

I said, "Pa'd kill me if he ever found out. You know his views on fucking 
blood kin." 

"You and I aren't going to make any babies," Min declared. "Thank God for 
the pill! And fucking blood kin isn't any different from fucking anyone else 
so long as there's no chance of a baby getting made. Your pa just hasn't 
changed with the times. But that's his problem. We won't tell him who he can 
fuck and he'd better never try telling us. Besides, what he never knows 
won't hurt him or us." 

She had my shirt clean off and was getting my overalls down by then. They 
was hung on my stiff cock, sticking out like a ramrod trying to poke a hole 
through the material, but Min managed. A minute later she had me stripped 
off naked as a jaybird. One of her hands closed around my cock like it was a 
handle and she led me by it to her outdoor shower. 

As we stepped from the grass to the slab around the drain, Min put a hand on 
the water-control knob, then glanced at me, asking, "Is this shower really 
necessary?" 

I told her brightly, "Granny says a good lover practically always winds up 
sweaty after making love, but he never ever gets in such a rush he begins 
operating before he's took time to wash himself squeaky clean all over." (I 
sure didn't fancy the taste of sun oil). 

Min sighed, declaring, "Granny's right as usual. Nothing turns a woman off 
quicker or colder than a man who expects her to make love with him when he 
stinks!" 

She sent a torrent of water shooting down upon us. Then she grabbed a big 
hunk of soap and began lathering me up. When she finished me, I started on 
her, starting on her back. As I lathered Min's lovely brown shoulders, I 
rubbed my lower belly and the throbbing hardness of my rigid cock against 
the curving softness of her ass. 

Min shoved her ass back against my hard cock eagerly, then started to turn 
herself to face me. But I gripped her shoulders, didactically suggesting, 
"Why don't we let it simmer just a little longer?" 

Min gasped in a protesting whisper, "Lukey, love, if I'm just simmering now, 
I don't know whether I can stand it when you get me really boiling!" 

I chuckled, enjoying the good feeling of the luscious cheeks of her ass 
rubbing against my cock, and spread lather downward over her lovely back. 
When her back was lathered, I sent my hands in under her armpits, toward her 
big tits. Min's elbows came springing outward, opening that area to me 
invitingly. I knew she wanted me to reach on around in front of her and cup 
those tits in my hands and pull her nipples for her again like I'd done 
while I was rubbing the suntan oil in. But again I played the waiting game 
and lathered her ribs first while she panted and ground her ass against my 
cock. 

Then I stepped back and started to lather the cheeks of her ass, but Min 
wheeled before I could stop her, grabbed me by the cock again and began 
tugging me toward the blanket, not even taking time to turn the water off, 
as she gasped, "I can't wait a second longer, love! I'm so hot I'll die if 
you don't have mercy and not tantalize me any longer!" 

She wasn't kidding. My back had hardly touched the blanket before Min was 
climbing astride me. I didn't fight it, of course. Did her big, ripe tits 
ever look delicious as they hung down invitingly in my face? She brushed the 
rigid nipples back and forth across my lips impatiently, urging, "Taste 
them, lover! Go ahead and taste them!" 

My hands caught those sweet beauties and brought the nipples close together' 
so I could suck both of them into my feverish mouth at once. Lordy, how I'd 
been aching to do that! But I think Min had been aching for it even more 
because instantly a long, low, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came trembling 
out of her. And her fiery cunt came slamming down hungrily, the hot crack 
plastering over my hard cock wetly. 

She came off my cock slightly, the educated lips of her cunt found the head 
of it, and she gave a hard shove that sent it plunging into her to its 
roots. And as my cock was swallowed up by her ravenous cunt, my luscious 
aunt started acting like she was blowing her mind. She started screaming and 
struggling over me like a wild woman, riding me like she was trying to pound 
my ass into the ground. I hung to her luscious tits and sucked like mad 
while she seemed to come harder and harder, her gasping, strangled screams 
growing louder and louder. She was so caught up in her sudden storm of 
passion she'd forgotten I even existed. At least she'd forgotten about all 
of me except my cock, which she kept hammering in and out of her greedy 
cunt, and my mouth and tongue creating floods of sensation in her tits to 
multiply the sensation in her cunt. 

Abruptly she stopped the wild hammering, switching to sliding my cock in and 
out of her blazing cunt in long, smooth, slow strokes. Her gasping screams 
had died down into strangled little moans which were coming from her almost 
continuously. I realized suddenly she'd stopped coming; her fiery cunt was 
no longer milking away at the hardness of my cock as it had been. But I 
realized, too, that she already was on the verge of starting to come again. 

If what Granny'd told me was true, that the sweet sweat of passion which 
lubricates a cunt flows in direct proportion to the pleasure the owner of 
that cunt is experiencing, Min was really turned on by my cock because her 
cunt was really sopping with her slippery love-honey. That sure didn't break 
my heart. Her reactions worked on me exactly like Granny's had, making me 
feel more man-sized the wilder she got. Fucking my sisters had been great, 
but it hadn't really done anything for my ego because they'd both been as 
new to fucking as I was. But Granny and Min had both known a few cocks in 
their time, had both been fucked by guys with bigger cocks, guys who 
supposedly were master lovers. So their reactions to me gave me a feeling of 
standing taller in direct proportion to their experience and the enthusiasm 
of their reactions. The feeling of standing taller was almost better than 
the sensations the fucking itself gave me. 

Min began mixing other movements in with the long, slow strokes. She'd grind 
her belly against mine, making her cunt rotate around my cock and probably 
creating a lot of friction on her clitoris. Then she'd switch to thrusts so 
short only the head of my cock moved a fraction deep within her. When she 
did that I could feel the head of my cock rubbing past something deep inside 
her up near the roof of her cavern of mysteries. Whatever it was felt 
sizzling hot and moist and gave my cock's head a caress each time it went 
sliding past. 

It obviously felt good to Min too because each time the head of my cock came 
together with whatever it was caressing deep inside her cunt, she'd gasp and 
moan like she was being powerfully pleasured. I got a hunch she wasn't far 
from her second come. I hoped I'd get some inspiration about how to make 
that second come even better for her than her first had been. 

Before I could do any thinking on it, however, Min suddenly stopped all her 
movement on my cock for just a moment as she braced herself and jerked her 
tits away from my mouth, taking me by complete surprise. I found her looking 
down at me with an almost grim expression of determination. She began 
milking away steadily at the tingling head of my cock with something deep 
inside her cunt that really felt terrific to me, making the pressure of 
dammed-up sensation and excitement in my belly really zoom. 

The way Min's face was drawn as she looked down at me it was obvious she was 
feeling the same terrific kind of tension. She looked like she was in real 
pain. Through clenched teeth she vowed, "We're taking this trip to the stars 
together, Lukey, love! You're not sending me roaring away into space alone 
again! See?" 

I brought my head up off the blanket as I made a sudden grab for her tits 
with my hands. I caught both of them and before she could get them out of 
reach again, I sucked both excited nipples back into my mouth, turning on 
the suction and nibbling them lightly with my teeth. At the same time I 
shoved my ass up off the blanket, driving my cock into Min's loving cunt a 
little harder and deeper. 

The combination of sudden added stimulation worked. Min's head rolled back 
on her shoulders, a wild, trembling scream coming out of her. Her sweet ass 
began struggling over my cock even more wildly than before. Our bellies 
began coming together with slaps that sounded like applauding hands. Her 
screams kept sounding more strangled, more breathless, more pained and 
frantic. 

You talk about feeling tickled! She'd done her damnedest to hold off and 
force me to come with her, but I'd taken the command away from her, I'd 
triggered her and she'd been helpless to resist my move, despite all she had 
on me in experience. I felt twelve feet tall. I knew I was giving her a fuck 
she'd never forget and knowing that gave my ego a greater boost than the 
fuck itself, great as that was. 

And it really was great. Waves of fiery sensation were heaped up in me like 
one of our mountains being swept by a forest fire, the savage fierceness of 
it actually beyond any really effective description. I felt it trying to 
swallow up my senses, trying to trigger off an explosion through my cock 
that would relieve the sizzling inner pressure. 

But I had my head set on convincing Min for all time that one thing I sure 
as hell was not was a green, overgrown country kid. Even if I actually was. 
But Granny'd give me an advantage I meant to make the very most of. 

So I tried another trick Granny'd told me about, forcing my mind away from 
all that sensation boiling around in the head of my cock and in my lower 
belly, forcing it away from the pleasure Min's wildly working cunt was 
trying to make my stiff cock feel. I thought about high dives I'd made 
that'd thrilled me, about fights I'd won against other guys, about anything 
exciting I could dredge up, anything exciting, that is, except fucking. It 
wasn't easy, but I struggled. 

Hard as I struggled to keep my mind fixed on thoughts of other kinds of 
intense excitement, however, awareness of the almost overwhelming sensations 
in my cock kept breaking through. Min's cunt was on fire and the way all the 
muscles inside her cunt kept milking at my cock was really something else. 
Trying to ignore that was real torment! 

I finally was about ready to give it up and just relax and enjoy the 
gigantic come I felt unable to hold off a second longer. But just before the 
trigger got pulled that would've started the pumps in the roots of my cock 
throbbing, Min gave one last sighing little scream and folded up on top of 
me. She lay there struggling for breath and her heart was pounding like a 
blacksmith's hammer. The sweat bathing both of us made her tits and belly 
stick to my skin like there was glue between them. 

I let her catch her breath, then started making the head of my cock jump 
deep inside her. Min stirred, then in an unbelieving voice murmured, "It's 
impossible, but that cock of yours still feels good. I've never come even 
once in my whole life before like you've made me come two times in a row. 
And I think I could come for your magic cock again, you lover you!" 

A devilish impulse shot through me. I asked, "You mean cousin Abner's never 
made you come like that?" 

Sounding more disgusted than words could tell, Min exclaimed, "I'll throw 
rocks at that damned Abner! He has a horse-cock and uses it to fuck like a 
damned rabbit. From now on you're gonna get all my business, love." 

She raised her head off my chest wearily and gave me a wondering look as she 
murmured, "If I'd only known about you a long time ago, love, I'd never have 
wasted any time on Abner. Although maybe the poor kid can't help being like 
he is; he fucks exactly like his pa did before him. Only thing I can say for 
either of them is maybe ... just maybe ... having a man like them is some 
better for a woman than having no man at all. I'm not right sure, though. 
When a woman's got no man at all, she keeps looking. She feels she's got a 
right to keep looking. Just look how my having Abner almost made me miss 
discovering you, and you almost right under my nose, too. I just can't get 
over what a natural born lover you are, yet I almost-" Min broke off shaking 
her head. She gave her cunt a little wriggle on my cock, then murmured, "You 
really make a simple fuck something phenomenal for a girl! You're so 
patient, so gentle, and you've got such incredible staying power and 
control. And you've got me feeling like coming again!" 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Aunt Minnie raised herself over me again on hands and knees and backed off 
of my cock until only the head of it was still gripped by the inner lips of 
her luscious cunt. I made the head of it jump so that it worked up and down 
through those feverish lips of hers and a gasping little moan came out of 
her. 

I gathered her twin beauties between my hands and sucked her taut nipples 
into my mouth as I gave her another loving twinge with my cock. She groaned 
louder and the slackness that had been in her face disappeared as it began 
looking tense again with the pressure of rising sexual sensation. But it 
still surprised me to see her face get like that; she sure as hell didn't 
look like someone being pleasured by a freight of great sensations. But the 
body language flowing between my cock and her cunt told the real story of 
her true feelings, regardless of how pained her face looked. 

I began sucking her tits hard and licking them with rapid swirling movements 
of my tongue; that brought another long, 
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" gasping out of her. It sounded so 
much like she was in awful pain that her being over me where she was 
perfectly free to stop whatever was being done any time she liked was 
reassuring as hell to me. If I'd been on top of her, so I more or less had 
her pinned down under me, and she'd uttered a sound like that, I'd have been 
scared shitless I'd done something that'd hurt her. 

Since that time I've piled up a pretty good record of experience fucking 
various girls and women and I've become unshakably convinced that giving 
your female love partner that position over the man has many advantages. For 
one, the freedom the woman has in that position seems to multiply the 
sensation she feels and enjoys. Therefore she comes like she just never can 
come with the man riding her and limiting her freedom of movement. I guess 
men who have strong secret doubts about the reality of their actual manhood 
feel threatened and get all hung up about the idea of laying for a woman and 
letting her do the riding. All I can say is I feel sorry for any man who's 
so unsure of his manhood he feels he's got to try proving something by 
riding a woman whenever he fucks her. His lack of faith in his own manhood 
just might be one of the reasons women so seldom come for guys who fuck like 
that. 

Another important reason women seldom come for guys who grab the saddle 
whenever they fuck is the fact that a woman's tits are almost entirely out 
of reach when a man's over a woman. And my experience has proved beyond all 
doubt that what Granny told me about the vital importance of mouthing and 
tonguing a woman's tits while she fucks is true. Fucking them that way, I've 
made more than one woman come until she like to went out of her mind 
although she'd never in her whole life come before. 

Anyhow, Min sent her luscious ass driving downward like having only the head 
of my cock in her was killing her, and plunged my cock into her sizzling 
cunt as far as she could make it go. Our bellies came together with a slap 
as another long, strangled, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" straining out of 
her. She ground her luscious tits down against my mouth and began riding me 
gently, her lovely ass moving steadily in a series of retreats and thrusts, 
stroking my cock in and out of her cunt like it felt indescribably delicious 
to her. 

I could feel the pressure of fresh excitement building in her fiery cunt 
like a charge of electricity. Having her respond to me like that triggered a 
surge of fresh excitement, of intensifying sexual tension, within my 
tingling cock and whole lower belly. I knew that this time I was going to 
come and burning anticipation filled me. 

Min began stroking my cock in and out of her steaming cunt harder and 
faster. I started sucking and licking away at her tits harder. She began 
moaning like she was being tortured. 

Again I felt the start of a change in the lining of her cunt that I'd 
learned was a dependable signal of the fact a woman was about to come. I'd 
felt it in Granny's cunt, I'd felt it in my sisters' cunts, and I'd felt it 
twice before in my Min's sweet cunt. I was learning. 

My own inner pressure shot upward in response, like the fire'd been built 
hotter under my boiler. I began wondering if I was going to manage to hold 
off until Min triggered off coming again. I just wanted to keep myself in 
good enough control to wait until then. Min wasn't making that easy, what 
with the little gasping scream-like cries coming out of her steadily. The 
sounds of those cries seemed to shoot the pressure of roaring inner 
excitement up in me almost off the scale. 

Finally Min was struggling over me frantically. The breath going in and out 
of her sounded a good deal like the breath of a wind-broken horse, a 
painfully rasping and ragged sound. Then a scream that sounded like it came 
from someone in awful pain began coming from her twisted lips. But she just 
hammered our bellies together harder, driving my cock into her cunt just as 
far as she could make it go again and again and again as she screamed in a 
kind of mindless frenzy of passion. She was riding me wilder than she'd 
ridden me either of the other times I'd made her come. 

Her scream raised higher, abruptly sounding more anguished than before. That 
instant every muscle in Min's whole lower belly, from the outer lips of her 
sizzling cunt gripping the roots of my cock on inward to the farthest depths 
of that hotly wet sheath surrounding the whole length of my cock, began 
milking away at my penetrating hardness. 

Talk about sensation! I'd had it! I began coming too, like I was trying to 
catch up with her. My cock began making like a flamethrower, spraying all 
the sensitive inner surfaces of Min's sizzling cunt with burning jet after 
jet of my special napalm. Her scream began sounding like she really was 
being killed, but instead of trying to get her cunt away from there, she 
wriggled it on my cock frantically, grinding her belly against mine even 
harder than before. 

Actually, though, I was only vaguely aware of her screaming or of the wildly 
frantic way she was riding me. Because my senses were reeling, almost 
swamped by sensation. I felt like I was teetering on the brink of blacking 
out. I was running wild, completely out of control. 

So I can't actually give you all the details about that phase of the 
experience because I'd be only guessing if I tried. I'd never been that near 
to being clear out, yet still hung onto the tag-ends of consciousness. But 
my consciousness was limited to a world that consisted of only my pumping 
cock as it continued to struggle in and be deliciously surrounded by the 
fire of Min's pulsating cunt. That was all there was to my world right then 
for a spell. 

Finally as the pumps in the roots of my cock began letting up, Min again 
collapsed upon my chest and that kind of ended it. My cock lay still in her 
suddenly quiet cunt as we both laid there struggling for our breath. 

Finally Min whispered, "Lordy, I only wish there was some way I could just 
keep you all to myself. I'd probably fuck myself to death, but at least I'd 
die happy. You're really too much, lover Luke." 

I murmured, "You just be sure to tell Abner that." 

She raised her head up off my chest, gave me a quick, searching look, then 
demanded, "Why Abner?" 

I told her, "Because he as good as said I was too dumb about women to ever 
win myself a chance to fuck you. That's why." 

Min stared at me like she couldn't believe what she'd heard, then with a low 
kind of gasping laugh she exclaimed, "Why, you're awful! You came here with 
your mind made up to fuck me, but you made me think sex was the last thing-" 
She interrupted herself as usual, chuckling, "I just didn't know the half of 
it when I said you're really too much. You not only fuck like a master, you 
act out a part and string a girl a smooth line like a super-master. And you 
had me thinking I just might be actually getting myself a true cherry there 
for a while until you mentioned things Granny'd taught you." 

Min brought a hand to my head and mussed my sweaty hair affectionately, 
repeating softly, "You really are too much!" 

Another thought hit her and she asked, "Where'd you see Abner last, 
incidentally?" 

"Just before I come over here," I told her. 

She corrected, "I asked where, not when?" 

"In my ma's bedroom, fucking ma," I said calmly. 

Min looked startled, then frowned, shaking her head, and murmured, "Poor, 
poor Hattie! Settling for Abner when she's got you right under her own 
roof." 

"She was doing it to get even with pa for tomcatting off across the county 
after some young widow woman," I said. 

With sudden excitement Min murmured, "Hattie'd get even a lot better, the 
way your hidebound pa feels about blood kin fucking, if she'd only kick over 
the traces and indulge herself in a really great adventure with you. I think 
I'll just plant a bee in her bonnet." 

But I told her smartly, "Just leave the bees alone, if you don't mind. Let 
me see what I can manage all on my own. If Abner can do it-" I broke off as 
another thought hit me and made me chuckle suddenly. 

Min frowned, asking, "What's so funny?" 

"Just a hunch," I told her. 

"Tell me about it," she persisted. 

I shrugged and murmured, "Old Abner had you all set up for me, didn't he? 
Never giving you any real satisfaction. He'll probably have mom all set up 
for me, too." 

"You naughty boy," Min chided teasingly, "you aren't fooling me now. You 
just want the excitement and the challenge of seducing your mother all on 
your own. You're looking for a conquest, just like most other men." 

I rolled over on one side so that Min came off me and down on her side upon 
the blanket as I told her, "A man looking for a conquest doesn't give a damn 
whether or not his victim likes what he does or not. All he's after is his 
own satisfaction. I've got my sights on one hell of a lot more than that, 
just like I did with you. Have I treated you like a conquest?" 

I pulled away, my slippery cock sliding smoothly out of her despite her 
sudden clamping down with her cunt muscles in an effort to hold me. I 
chuckled as my cock slipped free of her tender trap, rolled back the 
opposite direction, came up on my feet and headed for the shower. 

* * * 

Half an hour later I was back home. Abner was gone and mom was cleaning 
house furiously, acting edgy and tightly wound, exactly like I'd expected. I 
got some cookies and milk and sat down at the kitchen table, watching her 
fly around like she was spinning her wheels with a head of sexual steam that 
wouldn't quit. 

Finally I said, "Mom, you ought to get out in the sun some every day, like 
Min does." 

Mom snapped, "Your father doesn't provide me the kind of money I'd need to 
hire someone else to do my cleaning and other dirty work, the way Min's 
husband's insurance money provides for her." 

I munched on a mouthful of cookie and milk for a moment, then asked, "How 
long's it been since you went swimming or something like that just to have a 
good time?" 

Kind of grimly, mom snapped, "Who'd take me to do anything like that just to 
pleasure myself? I ain't no widow woman. Men only invite widow women or 
young single ones on those kind of outings. And my husband-" 

I interrupted, suggesting, "Let me make it up to you, all that my pa should 
do with you and for you but don't." 

Ma stopped what she was doing and turned to give me a sharp, searching look. 
Before she could say anything, I asked, "How long's it been since you did 
something as exciting and adventuresome as skinny dipping at the swimming 
hole? Granny does it all the time with me." I neglected to add that Abner 
usually was along too, like he'd been yesterday. "If it's all right for your 
ma, why don't you have a little fun and excitement too, once in a while?" 

Ma's eyes all of a sudden got kind of bright and funny. Almost under her 
breath, as if really just to herself, she whispered, "Amos'd have him a shit 
hemorrhage and fall over in it if he ever learnt I'd kicked up my heels a 
little like that." 

She glanced at me sharply again and when she spoke, her voice was somewhat 
colored with amazement as she asked, "Granny goes skinny dipping with you 
boys?" 

I nodded emphatically. "All the time!" 

Ma thought on it a moment, then like she feared someone else might hear her, 
she whispered, "I'm gonna do it! I'll show your pa he ain't the only one can 
have themselves some fun! Come on, Lukey!" Ma whipped off her apron, tossed 
it on the kitchen table, and headed for the door. Her voice sounded eager 
and was raised to normal tone when she declared, "What's sauce for the old 
gander is also sauce for the goose and it's high time I started." 

* * * 

Ma tripped along like a schoolgirl on the way to the river. She chattered 
like one, too, bubbling with excitement. About the only thing she didn't 
touch on with her chatter was my catching her letting cousin Abner fuck her 
that morning. I got the feeling she was feeling a little skitterish about 
that, like she wasn't real certain how I actually felt about it. 

When we got to the swimming hole, ma got kind of coy; told me I shouldn't 
look while she undressed. So she found one place in the underbrush of the 
surrounding woods that gave the privacy she seemed to feel a need of and I 
went off a ways from there and got undressed. I didn't waste no time 
shucking off my clothes, but ma beat me into the water. 

Not more than a second after I heard her hit the water, I went diving off 
the bank too. I went swimming along the bottom through the crystal clear 
water until I sighted mom's long, tapered legs not far ahead. She was sure 
as hell a well-stacked woman and I wondered why in hell pa'd go tomcatting 
off after other women when he had mom's kind of feminine lusciousness at 
home. Of course since then I've found out the need all humans feel, men and 
women alike, for some variety in their sexual diet, exactly like they need 
variety in what they eat and drink. The high quality of food or drink can't 
keep too much of the same thing from becoming monotonous and kind of bland, 
which can be avoided by indulging in a reasonable variety, which tends to 
sharpen your taste and increase your appreciation for your regular diet. 

Anyhow, I headed up and sent my head shooting in between mom's gorgeous, 
long legs just as my feet touched the sandy bottom. I straightened up, 
catching mom on my shoulders and shooting her up out of the water astraddle 
my neck. As my head came out of the water, I heard mom's startled but 
delighted shriek. 

I ducked sideways and sent her flying back into the water. Another excited 
yell came out of her as she flew toward the water. It was chopped off as the 
water closed over her. An instant later she surfaced, less than an arm's 
reach away. Mom's ripe, full tits were thrust out invitingly toward me upon 
the surface of the water, both nipples rigid with excitement. 

Sight of those taut nipples, understanding what their rigidity was saying in 
silent body language, shot shivers of wild excitement through my lower 
belly. I reached out, unthinkingly, and cupped mom's luscious tits in both 
hands. 

A startled expression flashed through mom's sweet face as my hands closed 
gently around her heavy, ripely full tits. She didn't make a single move to 
pull them away, she just said, "Lukey, baby, what must you think of me, 
carrying on with you this way?" She sounded breathless. 

I told her honestly, "I think you're about the most beautiful, most 
deliciously attractive woman in the whole world, mom. And I think you're 
going to enjoy carrying on with me one hell of a lot more than you did 
carrying on with old Abner. Granny and Min'll both tell you so." 

"But do you feel it's right-" mom began but broke off, seeming to forget 
what she'd been about to ask as her wide-eyed gaze dropped to my lower belly 
and stiff cock, just below the surface of the clear water. Sounding kind of 
like in a daze she added, "My, you've grown so. I really hadn't realized 
just how much, before." I realized she actually was marveling at the size of 
my rigid cock, not at the size of the rest of me. In her eyes my cock didn't 
seem to look little, even though she'd had cousin Abner's horse-cock in her 
only hours earlier. Her eyes seemed fascinated by the sight of my cock 
standing up smartly at attention down there. Without taking her eyes from it 
she murmured, "Do you really feel it's no different for us than it was with 
you and Granny or Minnie?" 

I said, "I don't think a cock knows it has a ma or a cunt ever remembers 
it's had a son. Now that we got B.C. pills so there's no danger of making 
babies, I think them that love each other most oughta be free to love each 
other however they feel like. Don't you think so?" 

Ma glanced up briefly with a tentative little smile, still making no move to 
draw her luscious tits away from my hands, which I'd kept cupped around 
them. Then she glanced demurely back down to the water as she murmured, "I'd 
rather die than do anything that'd make you think the less of me, precious." 

I gave both mom's luscious tits a little squeeze with my cupped palms as I 
told her lovingly, "Don't you worry your pretty head none about anything 
like that, sweetie. I'll just love you all the more because you trust me 
this much and like what you see when you look at me enough you want to let 
me enjoy the treat you only care about giving a real man." 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Mom glanced up at me again with a long, searching look. Finally she said 
uncertainly, "But I sure made a mistake trying to treat Abner like a real 
man. He left me feeling worse, more wound up and fit to be tied than your pa 
had going off tomcatting after-" She broke off, suddenly shaking her head, 
murmuring, "I don't know. I just don't know. I do know what other folks'd 
think." 

I said philosophically, "We spend too much time worrying about what other 
folks think. What other folks think don't matter." 

"What does matter, then?" ma wanted to know. 

"What you think. How you feel. What you want to do," I advised her. "Granny 
says-" 

Ma interrupted, nodding her head emphatically, "I know what Granny says. 
She's been at me for years, saying I oughta cut loose and live a little, 
just like your pa always has." 

I said, "Don't the water feel great to your body?" 

Ma closed her eyes, sighing shakily, "That water ain't all that feels great 
to me, Lukey, sweet." 

I suggested, "Then why don't you just relax and let yourself enjoy whatever 
feels great to you? After all, if your own body ain't your friend, what else 
is there in this life you can ever trust to do you wrong? Trusting your own 
body not to steer you wrong is better'n worrying what other people think who 
really don't give a damn about you and what's best for you. Don't you 
think?" 

"Oh, I'd like to!" mom exclaimed breathlessly. 

"Try it then," I urged and again gave both mom's luscious tits a loving 
little squeeze in my palms as I said quietly, "You like that, don't you? You 
really feel an actual need to be touched like that, to be caressed. Don't 
you?" 

"Oh, yes, sweetie, yes!" mom admitted with a breathless gasp. 

"And you feel another need to touch and caress in loving return. Don't you?" 
I suggested as I moved my hands suddenly to mom's armpits and drew my 
fingertips forward, caressing the swelling sides of mom's delicious tits 
from their roots to their very tips, her rigidly excited nipples. I gave 
both nipples a gentle, loving pull as I said, "You may be feeling surprised 
at yourself, mom, but you're feeling like you'd like touching me, too. Like 
to return some of the pleasurement I'm giving you so it becomes shared 
pleasure, mutual pleasure. Right?" 

She answered that silently, her hand moving suddenly to my stiff cock and 
closing gently but firmly upon its hardness. She looked away briefly, 
blushing, but she didn't let go. After a moment she began stroking my cock's 
hardness lovingly. 

Still blushing, mom raised her eyes with obvious effort to look into my eyes 
as she murmured breathlessly, "You're certain you don't think I'm shameless, 
precious? No other needs of mine nor anything else is important enough to me 
to risk having you think less of me, sweetheart." 

"I love you all the more, sweet mommy, for trusting me enough to take 
whatever risk there might be in sharing yourself and your goodness with me 
this much more," I told mom earnestly. "Just stop worrying about it and let 
yourself go. Give yourself over to sensation. Let yourself enjoy the way our 
bodies will love and communicate with each other. Forget everything else. 
Trust your body and trust me." 

I gave mom another caressing stroke from the roots of both tits forward to 
her taut nipples, ending it by giving those nipples another gentle pull. 
That brought a low gasp of pleasure out of mom. Her hand began stroking my 
stiff cock a little faster. 

I brought my caressing fingertip forward again along mom's richly full tits, 
gave her excited nipples another loving squeeze and tug, brought another 
pleasured gasp from her. I released the stretching nipples, letting them 
snap back, and returned my fingers to mom's armpits to begin another loving 
stroke. Right there she surprised me, suddenly gripping my cock's hardness 
again in the hand that had been caressing it, to guide the swollen head to 
the juicy warmth of her cunt's slippery lips. Lordy, but it felt good. It 
was my turn to do a little pleasured gasping. 

Mom smiled, apparently starting to relax, perhaps accepting my suggestion 
that she give herself over to and trust the sensations of her own body. She 
began stroking the head of my cock up and down in that slippery, hot cunt of 
hers. 

"Lordy, Lord, but you feel good to me, precious!" mom murmured suddenly. "I 
don't remember no other man ever feeling quite this good to me, ever! I feel 
as hot and giddy as an empty-headed little schoolgirl only just beginning to 
feel the power of her sex needs for the first time. I ain't felt so young 
and glad to be alive in years!" 

My belly was atremble with my growing hunger to drive that stiff cock of 
mine to its roots into mom's juicy, hot lusciousness. I admitted, "I'm glad 
you're feeling that way, sweet mommy." 

We kept on petting each other like that for another minute or two, both of 
us beginning to breathe raggedly. Suddenly mom said, "But it might be best 
if you didn't actually go you know- actually inside me. Don't you think? 
Couldn't you love me with your mouth? You know how to do that, don't you, 
love?" 

A flash of disappointment shot through me, but I didn't let her see it. I 
told her quietly, "I'll love you any way you like best, mommy dear. Just 
don't you worry. Nothing's gonna happen that you don't want to happen." 

Mom murmured, "It may just be me being silly, but I'm still just not sure 
it'd be right for me to actually fuck my own-" She broke off, finding it 
difficult to hear herself put into words what she actually was thinking. 

I repeated, "Nothing's gonna happen that you don't want to happen. So just 
relax and enjoy yourself and don't worry. Trust me." 

"Oh I do, precious, I do!" mom exclaimed. "I'd never forgive myself if I did 
something that made you feel I didn't!" 

Again I repeated myself, soothing, "Then just relax and enjoy yourself and 
don't worry. Prove you trust me." 

With a nervous little chuckle, mom admitted, "It's myself I'm not certain I 
can trust. Lordy, right now I'm just aching to feel you deep-" She 
interrupted herself again sharply, declaring, "But I still think it'd be 
better if you only loved me with your mouth. Somehow that'd seem better to 
me." 

I'd learned enough about women not to bother arguing the matter with her, 
bad as I was wanting to get my aching cock into her luscious cunt. Instead I 
suggested, "Old Abner must've left you with a terrific head of sexual steam 
built up. Do you think some loving by my mouth might help relieve it?" 

Mom's face lit up with hopeful excitement and she said, "Would it ever! Oh, 
Lukey, sweet, you just can't know-" as always, she broke off, but I got the 
message. As if trying to cover her inner turmoil, mom abruptly murmured, 
"You have such marvelous hands, son." 

I nodded casually toward the grassy bank and a secluded place in the 
surrounding underbrush, suggesting, "You may have to teach me things. I'm no 
expert at sex of any kind, and 'specially not with my mouth. So you may have 
to wise me up as I go along." 

Mom murmured, "That'll be a new experience, having a lover who's ready to 
listen to whatever I have to say about how things are feeling to me as we go 
along. Most men seem to think bulling along blind, strictly on their own, 
proves somehow what big men they are." 

I wasted no more time, but stooped and swept mom up in my arms and waded for 
the bank as her excited laugh came rippling from her gaily. The way I was 
holding her, both her beautiful big tits were thrust up at me right there 
below my mouth. I tipped my head, bring my mouth to the nearest nipple. I 
sucked it in greedily. That brought a sharp gasp of pleasurement gusting out 
of mom. Her arms tightened with sudden fierceness around my neck, pressing 
my mouth against her excited tit harder. 

I waded on out of the water, sucking and licking hungrily at mom's tasty tit 
while she nibbled at my ear, murmuring, "Your mouth's marvelous, too. I 
don't think there's much I'm going to be able to teach you, precious." 

I laid mom down upon the carpet of rank grass in the sheltered cove of 
underbrush, bending with her as I lowered her so I didn't have to release 
her sweet nipple. With her stretched upon the grass and my knees on the 
ground beside her, I began teasing her other nipple between my thumb and 
finger. The pleasured moan that move brought out of mom told me plainer than 
words that I was beginning to get a good head of sensation worked up within 
her. 

I switched nipples and mom began almost steadily as I sucked and licked with 
my mouth and pulled and caressed with my hands. Each time I'd change hands, 
as my mouth switched back and forth from one tit to the other, I'd send my 
free hand down to mom's cunt to caress her rigid little clitoris; that 
really made her moan. She not only moaned louder, her sweet ass began 
bobbing up and down upon the grass. I had a hunch she wasn't far from 
coming, what with the charge of unrelieved tension old Abner's short-fused 
cock surely had left in her added to the freight of sensation I'd been 
building. 

So I moved my mouth away from mom's delicious tits and began kissing and 
licking my way south across her smooth upper belly. It was amazing to me how 
little age her ripe, slender body showed. At her belly button I paused, 
caressing it with the tip of my tongue. When I thrust the tip of my tongue 
into it, mom gasped softly and pressed her cunt upward harder against the 
hand caressing her clitoris. 

I kissed and licked on southward over her taut lower belly. When I reached 
the upper fringe of her curly patch of cunt-hair, I had the breath running 
in and out of mom in noisy, ragged gasps. 

I moved around between mom's long, lovely legs; she opened her soft, white 
inner thighs to me eagerly, pulling her feet up almost against the cheeks of 
her ass as she did. My stiff cock hanging from my lower belly all primed and 
ready shot into my brain the tempting idea that I could mount mom and shove 
it right into her sweet cunt to its roots before she ever realized what was 
happening or had a chance to resist it. I pushed the temptation aside. I 
knew I'd get that cock of mine buried to its hilt in mom's sweet, juicy 
cunt. But when I did, it'd be in her because she'd wanted it there so bad 
she'd been the one unable to resist the temptation any longer. I had a hunch 
I could make mom actually beg me to put my cock in her. I knew that when I 
got her passion built up that strong, then plunging my cock into her sweet 
cunt would feel a thousand times better than it possibly could if I was fool 
enough to try it before she'd got built up to that point. I knew Granny'd 
been right about patience being the master key that opens the very best a 
woman has to offer a man. 

So I waited, bending my head to bring my lips to one of mom's upraised 
knees. I began kissing my unhurried way downward along her tender inner 
thigh. As I worked my way closer to the dewy nest of cunt-curls, down where 
mom's shapely thighs merged softly into her lower body, I began mixing long, 
caressing strokes of my tongue into the kisses, licking hungrily over the 
sweet, sensitive, velvety skin of mom's soft inner thigh. 

When my cheek finally brushed against mom's nest of curly cunt-hair, a long, 
strangled sounding, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" came gasping 
out of her and I could feel the feverish heat of her fiery cunt radiating up 
against my cheek. I could have put her off much longer by giving her other 
thigh an equal amount of loving attention. But I had a feeling that mom had 
been tantalized long enough. There was that unrelieved teasing old Abner's 
horse-cock had given her cunt before his short fuse set off his explosion 
and left mom up in the air with unsatisfied sexual hunger. 

So I skipped any further preliminaries and brought my mouth down upon the 
feverish lips of mom's steaming cunt. She groaned like she'd been touched 
with a hot iron. Maybe you think that, didn't shoot a wave of excitement 
through me; every muscle in my lower belly had a spasm that made my hard 
cock jerk and throb nearly like it does when I come. 

I pushed the vivid awareness of those sensations out of my mind with other 
thoughts, cooling them, then thrust my stiff tongue into the lips of mom's 
hungry cunt. That quickly, her whole lower belly swelled up and the muscles 
knotted hard as rocks with tension as a sharp scream tore itself from 
somewhere deep inside her. 

I sent my tongue into mom's sizzling cunt just as far as I could make it 
reach beyond my lips. Another pleasured cry of anguish came from her. She 
grabbed me by the hair, apparently wanting to hold my mouth right there 
where it was. She pulled my face in so hard against her cunt I wasn't right 
certain she might not suffocate me. 

I sucked breath in as best I could and kept on licking. I felt good, knowing 
exactly what to do next. Not long before I wouldn't have. But I wasn't a 
green, inexperienced kid any longer. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

While I kept licking away hungrily at mom's sweet cunt, I was searching with 
the tip of my nose for her clitoris. Her hands were gripping my hair so 
frantically I could hardly move my head, but I kept trying. 

All of a sudden her clutching hands relaxed their grip a little as a great, 
sighing gasp came out of her. I knew I'd nosed out my sensitive target. 

Before her grip on my hair could tighten again, I took advantage of my 
chance for freer movement, shifting my mouth from the steaming entrance of 
her cunt upward to that rigid little clitoris. As my lips closed around it 
and my tongue started stroking it as I sucked, mom really screamed. I was 
sure as hell glad our swimming hole there on the river was so completely 
isolated, with no other farm within a mile of it. Otherwise mom's scream 
would have sure been heard and probably brought some neighbor to see who in 
hell was getting kilt. 

The passion of mom's responses to me had my own lower belly and cock 
atremble with burning anticipation and hunger. I clearly had mom really 
boiling. Her feverish thighs closed against the sides of my head and her 
feet came up off the grass abruptly with the obvious intention of locking 
her legs together around my head. I had a strong hunch she was teetering on 
the brink of coming. Probably the wildest come she'd ever in her whole life 
experienced, considering the freight of excitement she had heaped up inside 
her. It was time for my big move. 

I jerked my head clear before mom's legs could get the hold around it that 
would've had me her captive, unable to do anything but continue lapping away 
at her fiery cunt. When she realized I'd escaped her, her eyes popped open 
and her voice sounded almost terrified as she protested, "Good lord, sweet 
precious, don't stop! Please don't stop now! I'll die if you don't help me-" 

She broke off as I seemed to ignore her plea and stretched myself upon the 
soft grass beside her. She turned her head to stare at me as I lay there 
panting too, struggling to carry my own load of passion. 

Suddenly mom was moving. Acting almost frantic, she mounted me with a rush. 
I caught her dangling tits as she settled on hands and knees over me. I 
sucked both nipples into my hot mouth hungrily. A trembling little scream 
came out of mom. 

While she was still screaming, her cunt dipped downward to my belly, found 
the head of my cock expertly and gripped it. Then her ass came driving 
downward, plunging my cock into the fiery depths of her delicious cunt. 
Lordy, it was really something. I discovered that going into my own mother's 
cunt gave me a strange kind of charge I hadn't experienced when I fucked 
Granny or either of my sisters or Aunt Minnie. I was amazed at the 
indescribable goodness of the sudden storm of sensation that almost swamped 
me. I knew I really had a struggle ahead of me if I hoped to stall off 
coming until I'd made mom come until her cunt didn't have another come left 
in it. 

I felt floods of hot love-honey pouring into mom's fiery cunt-sheath 
gripping the whole length of my penetrating cock. Her ass pulled away, 
drawing my cock outward through rippling rings of her cunt muscles. Lordy, 
what sensation! 

Just before the head of my cock slipped out of her, mom reversed the 
direction of her ass's movement, slamming her belly back down against mine, 
driving my cock back deep inside her. A long, trembling, 
"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" came out of her as my stiff cock went 
plunging back in. 

When it was again buried in her cunt to its roots, she wriggled her ass, 
grinding her belly against mine, panting as hard as if she'd been 
footracing, her breath coming and going in ragged gasps. Then mom began 
long, slow outward strokes and fast, hard inward thrusts, bringing an almost 
continuous moan out of her which rose and fell and rose again. I kept 
gobbling her luscious tits greedily, trying to answer her sharp downward 
thrusts with hard upward thrusts of my own that jerked my ass off the grass. 
It felt so great I was really having problems keeping my cock cool enough 
that some unexpected movement wouldn't trigger it. 

So I began filling my mind with all kinds of other thoughts. Thoughts of 
anything except that terrific load of feeling mom's frantic cunt was 
creating in my loving cock. 

That became harder to do, however, as mom's thrusts became harder and faster 
with her mounting passion. She panted suddenly, "Lordy, lord, lover I've 
never in my life had fucking feel this good!" 

I began sucking her tits harder, pulling her nipples, making them stretch 
and snap back, trying to make it feel even greater to her. A low, wavering 
scream came moaning out of her and her ass began bobbing so fast our bare 
bellies were coming together with a slap you could hear every time she 
plunged my cock back into the hungry depths of her cunt. 

I felt the delicious pressure of sexual tension climbing near the danger 
point within me again, despite all my efforts to cool it. I struggled 
harder, determined to control it, determined to make her come until she 
didn't have another come left in her, like I'd managed to do with Granny and 
my sisters and Min. After all the action they'd given me, it seemed like 
maintaining that control should have been easier for me this time. Strangely 
enough I was finding that wasn't the case. 

Abruptly I felt something like an electric charge flash through mom's 
sizzling cunt. Like a lightning flash before the clap of thunder. 

When the thunder came, every muscle in mom's whole lower belly began 
straining desperately, milking away relentlessly at the hardness of my cock 
as she screamed and kept driving my cock in and out of herself. She was 
really coming! She rode me like a wild woman, screaming and between screams 
gasping, "Keep fucking, precious! Keep fucking! Please just keep fucking!" 

One come ended, but its ending blended right into a new come's beginning. 
Mom was in such a frenzy I wasn't right certain she might not tear my cock 
clean out of her madly pumping cunt. Her fingernails were digging into my 
shoulders and every now and again she'd make a quick duck downward, bringing 
her teeth down for a nip. It seemed rather a mindless, involuntary reflex 
action and it had me jumpy, not at all certain she wasn't going to sink her 
teeth into me for a real bite the very next instant. 

That did help distract me from the storm her fiery cunt had been pushing to 
the exploding point in my cock, however. So in a way I welcomed the 
distraction, however edgy it had me feeling. And it gave me the margin of 
control I needed; mom came a third time and then a fourth, one right after 
the other, before she showed signs of running down. 

But when I relaxed slightly under her, letting my ass sink back down flat 
upon the grass, mom's ass instantly began a series of almost frantic 
gyrations, as if the greatest fear she still had was that I'd stop fucking 
before she was ready to stop. 

Maybe just the thought triggered her; whatever, mom went screaming off on 
her fifth come and it seemed to me to last longer than any of the first 
four. I kept on faithfully gobbling away at her tits as she struggled and 
screamed ov ;r me, riding me furiously. 

When her fifth come finally tapered off slowly and at long last ended, mom 
stopped her struggling over me. She opened her eyes as her face relaxed. As 
she looked down at me, her eyes looked almost glazed and dull, like she'd 
exhausted herself entirely. Wonderingly she murmured, "I just can't seem to 
get enough of your deliciousness, precious! I feel like I might actually be 
able to fuck myself to death, but still never feel I'd had enough of your 
sweet, marvelous hardness." As she said it, her arms and legs began 
trembling violently, threatening to give away entirely, obviously too weak 
to support her weight longer. 

I suggested, "Rest yourself against me, sweetie. I'll roll you over on your 
back and I'll do the work for a while. How'd you like that?" 

"Just don't stop fucking," mom whispered, a plaintive note in her voice. 
"It's still feeling too delicious to stop." 

So I put my arms around her, pulling her tightly against me, flattening her 
luscious tits against my chest, and rolled her over under me. I came up on 
hands and knees over her. 

"Please keep fucking," mom murmured, laying there limp as a sack on the 
grass under me. "It still feels so good I just couldn't stand to have you 
stop fucking. Please-" 

Again she broke off as I began pulling my stiff cock outward, acting like 
she was holding her breath to see what I was going to do. When only the 
swollen head of my cock was still within the grip of mom's cunt, I checked 
the movement. I diddled the sensitive lips there at the mouth of her cunt, 
leaving her empty inside for a few moments. 

Mom just lay there on the grass gasping for breath like an exhausted runner. 
Without warning, however, her legs suddenly raised, locked around my ass, 
and with a jerk sent my cock plunging back into her cunt to its hilt. As I 
felt the head of it touch bottom deep within her, mom was panting, "I'll die 
if you don't keep fucking me, precious!" 

I started pulling my cock out of her again for another inward thrust, trying 
to start the fucking movements she'd asked for. But her legs still locked 
behind my ass tensed again, checking my movement. She seemed determined to 
keep me from pulling it as nearly all the way out of her as I'd done a 
moment before. 

So I shoved my cock back into mom's cunt so hard I pulled her ass up off the 
ground under me a little. That seemed to send the head of my cock plunging 
deeper into her than it'd ever gone before, bringing a strangled gasp out of 
her. 

Again I withdrew my cock as far as mom'd let me, then sent it plunging back 
into her harder than before. Again the momentum of my thrust lifted mom's 
ass off the grass, this time higher than before. It brought a long, 
breathless, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" out of her, but her 
locked legs didn't loosen. 

I began stroking my cock in and out of mom's sweet cunt rhythmically, 
steadily, smoothly, using the maximum stroke she'd allow me. Under me, mom 
began wriggling her ass again, her movements becoming more frantic the 
longer I fucked her. I wondered if she'd actually manage to come again? 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

I almost jumped right out of my skin when suddenly a voice behind me said, 
"I had a hunch I might find you two hereabouts!" 

I'd been totally unaware that any other human was even in the same county 
with us, much less anywhere nearby. I almost jerked my cock out of mom as I 
whipped my head around in startled surprise. I found Granny standing a few 
feet away watching mom and me with a knowing little smile. Brightly she 
said, "Hi! Mind if I join you?" 

Without waiting for any response from mom or me, Granny began shucking off 
her clothes. I protested, "I haven't got mom satisfied, complete and total, 
like she needs. What do you expect me to do for you?" 

Granny chuckled and said, "You're a two-gun man, ain'tcha? Just gimme your 
tongue or your cock, whichever Hattie ain't aimin' to keep occupied!" 

About that fast, Granny had her clothes stripped off and got down on her 
knees beside us, looking down at mom as she exclaimed, "He's really a great 
fuck, ain't he, Hattie? This here Luke's got rare natural talent as a 
woman-lover. I bet you ain't never been fucked like he's just fucked you. 
And you know somethin' else? You ain't never had your pussy et unless Luke's 
et it for you! Which one do you want, his cock or his tongue?" 

Ma kind of whined, "I ain't yet been able to make him come. I can't quit and 
leave him like that. I've had that done to me so often I'll never do it to 
someone I love." 

Granny said, "Yeah, ain't he really wonderful! No rabbit blood in this Luke, 
lover. He's got stayin' power most women only dream about some man having. 
When he finishes a girl off, she knows she's been lovingly but thoroughly 
fucked. So why don't you just let him keep his load to use pleasuring me 
while he pleasures you some more with his great tongue?" 

Ma said, "I'm so weak I don't think anything but my ass still has the 
strength to move." 

"Then just lay where you are and gather up some strength while Luke gets me 
charged up for a blast-off," Granny directed cheerfully. When I didn't move, 
she added, "Get on your back, lover! Don't keep on trying to fuck your poor 
ma to death. Let me take over." 

I glanced down at ma to make sure what she wanted. She puckered her lips, 
making a kiss at me, and murmured, "It's all right, precious. I was just 
trying to make you come before we stopped. But I've never felt more 
completely satisfied in my whole life." 

So I pulled my cock out of ma's cunt and flopped upon my back nearby. Almost 
before my shoulders touched the grass, Granny was astride me. Her 
experienced cunt found the head of my slippery cock, saturated with a 
coating of hot juices from ma's cunt, and an abrupt thrust of her ass sent 
me plunging into her hot, slippery cunt to the hilt. 

Granny's feverish cunt closed around my cock, clinging to the whole length 
of it caressingly. It felt, just as ma's cunt and Min's had, that of all the 
men in the entire world, her cunt had been made special just to fit my cock 
alone like a finely tailored glove. Yet all three of them had fucked several 
other men in their time, I knew. I had already begun recognizing what an 
never-ending marvel and mystery, as well as an indescribable delight, the 
physical coupling of a man with a woman really is. I realized I most 
probably wasn't the only man the cunts of those three had created that 
special feeling for, that quality of apparent exclusivity, each cunt having 
experienced a goodly number and variety of couplings with other cocks of all 
sizes. The adaptability that has been built into the design of a woman's 
cunt, I've come to realize more the longer I've lived since that time, is 
one of the greatest miracles of inventiveness found in nature. A penis is a 
rather mediocre invention by comparison. Yet the penis owners do all the 
bragging and the owners of those marvelous cunts usually are equally 
marvelously quiet and modest about their unique possession. Stupid male 
head-shrinkers even have elaborate theories about most women having hangups 
caused by penis envy! 

* * * 

I gathered Granny's luscious tits between my hands, brought her taut nipples 
to my mouth and sucked them in. A pleasured groan came out of her. She 
ground her belly against mine, making her cunt wriggle around my penetrating 
cock, then began stroking it in and out of her steadily. 

Within a couple of minutes I had Granny sounding short of breath and her 
face beginning to look drawn with a load of inner tension. I was beginning 
to read signs well enough to know she wasn't far from her first come. 

I glanced sideways at ma. She was sitting up now, watching us, her eyes 
beginning to burn again with a strange excitement the sight seemed to be 
raising in her. 

I pulled my mouth away from Granny's tits. Her closed eyes popped open as 
she protested, "Don't stop, love! Don't stop!" 

I suggested, "Ain't it time ma got back into the picture?" 

"Lordy!" Granny exclaimed breathlessly, "I don't know if I can wait." 

"You'll wait or do without," I told Granny quietly. I gestured to ma. "Come 
on!" 

"Where?" ma asked wonderingly. 

Granny said, "In front of me, back to me, astraddle his face with your cunt 
so he can get at it with his mouth and tongue." 

Ma looked uncertain and murmured, "Lukey did that to me a little bit when he 
started loving me and nearly drove me out of my mind before he stopped. I've 
never had it done to me before. I don't know if I can stand it." 

Granny said, "You can stand it. But I almost can't. Hurry up, Hattie, so I 
can get on with this delicious fuck before I go out of my mind. Hurry up!" 

So ma climbed astraddle my head. When she was in position, I suggested, "You 
might reach behind you and tease Granny's tits with your fingers to take the 
place of my mouth." 

So ma began fingering Granny's tits and I began licking ma's cunt. She and 
Granny both began moaning. Ma wriggled her cunt against my tongue and Granny 
was wriggling her cunt around my cock, riding me faster and harder all the 
time. 

I thrust my tongue as deep as I could make it go into ma's cunt, giving her 
a real French kiss. A sharp gasp came gushing out of her. Her hands 
abandoned Granny's tits, forgetting that responsibility to make a grab for 
my hair. She clutched my hair frantically, pulling my face up hard against 
her quivering cunt. 

I twisted my head away from her cunt enough to remind her, "You've got to 
tease Granny's tits if you want my mouth to stay busy making it feel good 
for you down here." 

Ma jerked her hands away from my hair, again reaching back to Granny's tits. 
To reward her, I kissed and licked into her cunt again as deeply as I could 
make my tongue go. And the tip of my nose found her clitoris. A strangled 
little scream came out of ma. Her hands came flying back to my hair. 

That time she caught herself, however, sending her hands back to Granny's 
tits without having to be told to. Behind her, Granny was riding my cock a 
little wilder all the time and she was beginning to scream and take on more 
than somewhat, too. The excitement of one seemed to excite the other. Almost 
quicker than I can tell it, both of them shot their wad, yelling and gasping 
as they came; I had the two of them on a wild trip to the stars! I really 
felt proud of myself. And considering the fact that it was my very first 
attempt at such a feat, I didn't do too badly, if I do say so myself. 

When mom's first come on my mouth finally tapered off, I began sucking and 
tonguing her clitoris. Behind mom, Granny was still coming like she was out 
of her mind. Her excitement seemed to help me charge mom back to the point 
of a new explosion very quickly. As mom went into orbit with her second come 
on my tongue, Granny's cunt stopped its first long series of frantic 
pumping. But mom's frenzied coming seemed to excite Granny and I had her 
coming her second time before mom's second started tapering off. 

So with one of them helping me renew the other's sexual steam pressure each 
time a come ended, I managed to keep both mom and Granny blasting off into 
fresh orgasms time after time until they both finally were too worn out to 
come again. 

That was when both my sisters showed up there at the swimming hole looking 
for us. Fortunately I had a stiff cock all hot and ready for the girls. They 
insisted I take both of them at one time, like I'd just finished doing with 
mom and Granny. It felt damned good, knowing by then from experience that I 
was man enough to take care of such an assignment without any problems. 
Knowing I'd never again have to worry because my cock wasn't quite as big as 
some. Knowing that my long, slow-burning fuse far more than made up for 
whatever I'd thought I lacked in cock size. 

While my sisters skinned their clothes off, I left ma and Granny stretched 
exhausted upon the grass while I dived in for a quick swim to freshen up. 


End
