COUSIN'S ANIMAL URGE
By David Crane


Foreword

The process of growing up, of passing through the age of adolescence has, through the
ages, been marked by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from
family and peer group alike. Certainly, in our society today, the problems of youth
appear to be more marked than ever before.
We hear constant reports of the pervasive use of drugs in our schools. Of shoplifting
and other petty – and not so petty – crimes. Of promiscuity and dangerous VD
epidemics.
Linda Dawson is a teenager embarking on her own special journey into adolescence.
She finds herself plagued by her powerful emotions, sometimes feeling guilty about her
awakening sexuality, sometimes getting angry over imagined slights and youthful
misjudgments. When Linda is sent to visit her aunt and uncle on their farm, she is
eager for the offered companionship of her Cousin Wanda – until she discovers the
depth of her beautiful cousin's perversity. Then Linda is caught in a crossfire of
emotion – condemning her cousin, on the one hand; wondering how it would feel if
she tried it, on the other.
COUSIN'S ANIMAL URGE – the story of one average young American girl's coming
of age. A lesson to us all. A reminder, once again, that growing up is not easy.
-The Publisher


Chapter 1

It was likely that more cum had been spilled because of Linda Dawson than any other
teenaged virgin in the world.
Linda was an innocent, naive girl. She had not the faintest idea how much she affected
people, and she would have been amazed had she known how many gallons of jism had
been pumped out from hundreds of pricks, while the men attached to those cocks
thought about lovely Linda and imagined doing all sorts of sexual things to her
curvaceous body.
There was not a boy in her class at school who had not pulled his prick a few times
while thinking about her. Spunk had been splattered over her photograph in the school
yearbook in many a bedroom. Grassy glades and shady glens had been saturated by the
jism of boys who preferred to do their masturbating in the fresh air. Toilets and closets
and coal cellars had been hosed down with scum; handkerchiefs, Kleenex and napkins
had been filled with the thick stuff. , Randy young boys had organized circle jerks,
competing to see who could shoot the farthest, and every one of them had thought
about Linda in order to get the greatest muzzle velocity and the longest trajectory from
their cocks.
One lusty lad, lucky enough to have the desk next to Linda, had filled a milk bottle
with his cum in only a week.
Nor was it only boys of her own age who lusted for her.
The milkman who delivered to her home had whacked off frequently in his milk truck,
urged on just by the inspiration of a glimpse of the girl. The gardener had soaked the
walls of the tool shed, and the window cleaner had shot onto the pane he was cleaning.
A gas station attendant who had once filled the tank of the family car while Linda was
in the backseat had pumped so much scum out, afterwards, that he could have filled the
tank of a Volkswagen.
The old man who ran the local candy store had come all over the lollipops and then
had given Linda one free. He then jerked off seven more times as he thought about the
innocent young virgin licking his jism from a stick.
Even her father was not immune.
Whenever he happened to catch a glimpse – accidentally or otherwise – of his daughter
in her underwear, he was forced to take his wife to bed and, while pretending that his
wife was his daughter, fill her cunt to the brim with his hot cum.
Nor did her mother object to the abrupt fucks.
Linda was just gorgeous.
She had a bouncy, nubile body and a face that was both innocent and sensual at the
same time. Her tits were not awfully large, but they were firm and thrusting and capped
by big, stiff nipples. Her ass was shaped like a tear drop. Her legs were long and
smooth, her hips mobile, her loins sort of tucked in so that when she wore tight jeans,
the crotch of the jeans was dragged into the vee between her legs.
The way she stood, the way she moved, seemed to cause a hardness in the cock of any
man who happened to be watching her.
She had big blue eyes and a pert little nose. A scattering of freckles laced her cheeks.
Her mouth was wide and sensual, her lower lip turning outwards slightly. She was a
honey blonde who wore her hair in a curly, tousled style and had a habit of chewing on
one of the locks of her hair when she was deep in thought.
Watching her lick a lollipop could drive a man mad.
Seeing her peel a banana could cause boys to cream in their jeans without so much as
touching their pricks.
And if a fellow saw her tonguing a vanilla ice cream cone that had started to melt, he
was liable to faint.
Linda was innocent.
But she was just about ready to willingly lose that innocence and, in fact, she might
already have lost her cherry had anyone had the nerve to try to seduce her. But her own
desirability had worked against her getting fucked in a perverse way – boys were afraid
to ask her out on a date.
None of them felt they could possibly have a chance with such a magnificent girl, that
she would turn them down or laugh at them for even suggesting she might want to go
out with them. So although Linda was the most attractive girl around, she was not
popular. Boys were timid in the face of her charms and other girls were jealous and
resentful. Linda, not truly aware of her own charms, was puzzled by it all.
She had never even been felt up – unless one takes into account the time that she
bruised her tit playing basketball and the gym teacher, who was only a part-time
lesbian, had carefully rubbed some ointment into her plump tit.
Linda had recently learned to masturbate.
She had discovered the pleasure of her hand by accident, as it were. She didn't even
know what masturbation was, except in the vaguest way. But one night her pussy had
been itchy and she had scratched her cunt. When she found out how nice it felt to rub
her clit she kept at it until she had her first orgasm.
After that, she made a point of rubbing herself off three or four times a week, at least.
She was so naive that she wondered if any other girls had found out how nice it felt to
do that to oneself – but she was too shy to ask any of her classmates and, fingerfucking
herself to a frenzy, often supposed herself the only girl in the world to have discovered
the delight.
It did occur to the girl that, if it felt so good to rub herself that way, it must feel even
better to have someone else do it. She wished that someone would.
But no one did – not yet.

* * *

Linda was getting dressed.
Today was the day that she was going to visit relatives who lived on a farm some
distance away. Linda wasn't too thrilled by the idea. In fact, she would have preferred to
stay in town. But her mother and father had insisted.
They had reasons of their own for wanting to get rid of their daughter, but they told
the girl that it was her duty to visit Uncle Clayton and Aunt Maggie and Cousin
Wanda. They could not take the time off from work and Linda had to be the family
emissary. She had argued a bit, but not too much. It would be a change anyhow. And
she supposed that she would have ample opportunities to fingerfuck herself on the
farm.
She anticipated nothing else.

* * *

"Almost ready?" her father, Ralph, asked, looking in the door of Linda's bedroom.
She was wearing bikini panties and a bra, nothing more.
It never dawned on her that she should be modest in front of her own father, of course.
"I'll be ready in ten minutes," she said.
He lingered in the doorway, his eyes burning into her, his prick beginning to rise. He
started to speak, then paused as his throat tightened like his cock.
He tried again, saying, "Better hurry – you don't want to miss the bus, honey."
Linda nodded. She bent over to step into her skirt.
Her father gazed at her luscious ass and groaned audibly. Sweat beaded his brow and he
licked his lips.
Ten minutes, huh? he thought. He grinned. That was just time enough to throw a quick
fuck into his wife, Anne.
He took a last, lustful look at his nubile daughter, wishing he could throw that fuck
into her, then moved away and went down the hallway to his own bedroom.
Anne, too, was dressing.
She was seated on the edge of the bed, rolling her stockings up her smooth, shapely
thighs. She looked up when Ralph entered and, seeing the lump in his pants, smiled.
"Been spying on Linda again, Ralph?" she asked.
The Dawsons were not inhibited people.
"Christ," he said. "I didn't mean to. I just looked in on her and caught her in her
underwear. Damned girl drives me wild. I'm gonna need to empty my balls, honey."
"Have we got time?" Anne asked.
"It won't take long," he said.
Anne said, "Well, I suppose I'll have to let you empty your cock. You can't very well
walk through the bus station with a fucking great big hard-on, can you?"
She was wearing her stockings and garter belt but had not yet put on her bra or
panties. That was convenient. She rolled back onto the bed, raising her knees and
parting her thighs. Her pussy was bushy and the slit of her cunt was damp. The lips of
her pussy peeled back slowly and her cunt began to fill up with frothy fuck cream.
Anne was always ready for sex – any kind of sex. That suited Ralph to a T.
He dropped his pants and stepped out of them.
Anne looked with approval at his cock. He thrust his prick out toward her as he
removed his shirt. His big cock angled upwards and Anne could see the way the prick
head flared out from the cockstalk and could see the dark veins that pulsed up the
prickshaft. It didn't trouble her one bit that her husband had gotten that big hard-on
from looking at their daughter in her undies. As long as his big prick was delivered to
randy Anne, she didn't care why his cock had gotten hard. In fact, the knowledge that
Ralph lusted for Linda, with those dark overtones of incest, was stimulating.
Ralph was looking at her, too.
Anne looked a great deal like an older version of Linda, her curves fuller, her tits larger,
her legs heavier – although still firm and shapely and inviting. Ralph loved to cavort
between those thighs and sixteen years of marriage had not dimmed his ardor.
Cock foremost, Ralph advanced on her.
Anne stroked her pussy as she watched him come toward her.
He knelt at the foot of the bed and moved up, mounting her. Anne's legs opened wider.
There were no preliminaries. She didn't mind. She knew they hadn't a great deal of
time and that the important thing was for her husband to get his rocks off posthaste,
even if she didn't come herself. She quite enjoyed a quicky, now and then, and knew
that later she would get as many orgasms as she wanted, for Ralph was a dutiful lover
and on the rare occasion that his prick faltered before his wife had creamed he was
always pleased to finish her off with his skilled tongue.
Once Linda had gone, they would have the house all to themselves. They could fuck all
over the place. That was one of the reasons that they had insisted on the girl visiting
their relatives. It was going to be lovely to fuck whenever and wherever the mood took
them.
Ralph fitted the head of his prick into her juicy cunt, moving his cock around in the
slot. Her pussy sucked on his prick. Bracing his knees, he fucked in all the way with the
first thrust.
Anne murmured with pleasure.
He held the full penetration for a moment, enjoying the feeling of having every inch of
his big cock embedded in her hot cunt and letting her savor the thrill of being stuffed to
the brim with his prickmeat. Her eyelashes fluttered. She smiled contentedly.
His prick throbbed, expanding inside her hole, and the soft, padded walls of her cunt
began to work on his cock, pulling and sucking, the inner rings clamping around the
contours of his prickshaft and cockhead in a series of contractions that ran up his prick
from the root to the crown, as if she were jacking him off with her cunt. He groaned
with pleasure. They were both panting.
"Fuck me," she whispered.
Ralph began to pour the prick to her with vigor.
He drew back until only his cockhead was in her, paused, then slammed in to the hilt.
His balls whacked against her upthrust ass. Anne met him with thrusts of her belly and
hips, pushing her cunt out as his cock forged in and then rotating her pelvis as he
withdrew, so that her pussy spun around his prick.
"Are you thinking about Linda?" she gasped.
He paused for a moment.
"Yes," he said.
Anne squealed, excited by that naughty knowledge.
Pillow talk always had a magic effect on the woman.
"You'd like to fuck her, wouldn't you?" she whimpered.
"Yes... yes!"
He was fucking in harder and faster now, fairly hammering his prick into her fiery
pussy. His ass angled. He fucked in from below, from above, from both sides, altering
his angle of approach. His long, fat cock hissed as he fucked into her slot. His
prickshaft ran full length across her turbulent clit.
"Come," she whispered. "Fill my cunt with all that hot, thick jism, darling – shoot it up
me!"
"Yes," he groaned. "Take it!"
His prick expanded like an overinflated balloon. His balls erupted, shooting his thick
cum up his cock. His cum spurted into her, splashing hot and hard in her pussy. Anne
wailed with joy as she felt his lovely cock erupting inside her, filling her with his fuck
cream. She knew that he was thinking of Linda, that he had come in her cunt as a
substitute, that she was a proxy for her own daughter. The thought thrilled the
depraved woman to the very core.
Ralph poured half a dozen doses of jism into her before his cock and balls were
emptied. He slowed, then stopped moving. Anne squirmed around under him, working
her well-soaked cunt on his softening prick.
"Did you come?" he asked.
"No. Almost," she whimpered.
"I'd better suck you off, darling," he offered.
But Anne was in no hurry to come. They had lovely plans and she knew she was going
to be able to come to her heart's content, very soon. She shook her head, smiling
happily.
"Not now, Ralph," she said. "There isn't time – and I want to enjoy it, linger over it,
later on. Okay?"
"Certainly," he said.
"After Linda has left and we do that thing we talked about," added Anne, giving her
husband a significant look.
Ralph groaned in anticipation.
He wished there was time to fuck her again.
But he, too, knew they would have all the time they wanted after Linda had departed.
And that thing about which they had talked and planned – the thought of that was
driving him mad with lust...


Chapter 2

Linda was dressed.
She wore a short denim skirt and a silk blouse. Looking in the mirror, she felt satisfied.
She could see that she was a pretty girl, maybe even beautiful, certainly desirable. Why
was it that no one ever tried to fuck her? Why did no one ever ask her out on a date, let
alone feel her up? It was a mystery to the poor, frustrated teenager. She supposed there
must be some terrible flaw in her personality that made her unattractive despite her
good looks.
She sighed.
She left her room and went down the hallway.
The door to her parents' bedroom was slightly ajar. In his haste to fuck his wife and
empty his balls, Ralph had pushed the door shut behind him but had not used enough
force to engage the latch. The door had slowly and silently swung open a few inches.
Linda looked in, about to tell them that she was ready to leave for the bus station. Her
mouth opened to speak, then kept right on opening so wide that her chin almost hit
her breastbone. Her eyes went wide. She gave a little gasp.
Her father was fucking her mother!
Linda's first impulse was to tiptoe away, for she was no voyeur and she knew it was
wicked to spy on fucking parents.
But her second impulse, far stronger, was to stay right where she was and watch.
Maybe I am a voyeur, she thought, amazed.
Her shock and surprise ebbed away and was replaced by a surge of lust greater than the
innocent girl had ever known before. She cupped a hand to her crotch, not even
realizing what she was doing. She squeezed her pussy. It felt like a glowing ember
between her smooth thighs. She knew that she was soaking her bikini panties with cunt
juice.
She watched her father's ass rise and fall. She saw his big, hairy balls swing back and
forth like the clapper of a bell. She saw his fat prick vanish up her mother's cunt, then
draw out, glistening with the fuck juice from her pussy.
Oh! Lucky mom! thought the randy teenager.
She heard Anne say, "Come," and she heard her father say, "Yes – take it," and she
knew he was about to shoot. Linda staggered, her knees and thighs weak with passion.
She watched him fuck his thick jism into her mother's cunt.
Linda's own cunt was bubbling over.
Pearly ribbons of cunt juice flowed down the smooth slopes of her inner thighs and
pooled in the crotchband of her panties. She began to rub her tingling clit frantically.
But despite the burning need in her crotch, she was more fascinated by what she was
watching. The girl could rub herself off anytime she wanted but it wasn't often she got
the chance to watch her mother and father fuck.
She heard Ralph offer to suck Anne off.
My God! They have oral sex! Linda thought, thrilled and shocked. She had never for a
moment supposed that properly married, respectable people like her parents did things
like that. She had always thought that only prostitutes and girls with bad reputations
sucked cocks and that only perverted old men who could no longer get hard-ons ate
cunt.
The moment she realized that her mother and father did things like that, Linda was
overcome by the urge to do things like that herself. But the poor girl had never even
had her tits felt up – not yet.
She heard them talk about fucking later on, after they had finished. So that's why they
were so eager to get me out of the house! she thought. Why – they're dirty! They're
horny! Yet Linda was far from dismayed by the realization that her parents were not
prim and chaste.
Ralph pulled his prick out of Anne's pussy.
His cock had softened slightly but was still massive and impressive. His prick looped
out from his loins in a big bow, his blunt cockhead dripping with cum and cunt juice.
Linda stared at her father's prick. It looks delicious, thought the randy little virgin.
She desperately wanted to find out what it felt like to have a cuntful of cock – and a
mouthful, as well!
She gazed at her mother's pussy.
Vacated, Anne's open cunt was spilling silvery spunk from the well-hosed hole. The
stuff ran down Anne's taint and trickled into the tight crack of her ass.
The fucking was finished.
Linda tiptoed back to her bedroom. She felt as if she were dreaming. A sense of
unreality had come over her. Her pussy squished juicily between her thighs as she
walked. She closed her bedroom door and drew the bolt. She had to change her panties
for they were soaking wet. But there was no sense in putting on dry panties while her
pussy was still foaming. The girl smiled as she realized that it was absolutely imperative
that she give herself a handjob before she donned clean panties.
Not that she really needed that excuse.
She tugged the soaking bikini panties down, squirming out of them. Standing in front
of her mirror, she lifted her skirt and gazed at her creamy pussy. She tilted her pelvis
upwards so she could see her open, steaming cunt. For a moment she just gazed at her
pussy. Hers was a lovely cunt. Why was it that no one had ever tried to touch her, let
alone slip a cock into her pussy?
She began to masturbate.
She spread her cunt lips open with her fingers and slowly pushed three fingers up her
pussy. She drew them out and slipped them in, fingerfucking herself slowly and
steadily. As her fingers fucked in, she rubbed the edge of her thumb over her burning
clit. She was so excited now that it only took a moment before she was trembling with
the thrill that raced across her belly and darted up her thighs.
She thought about her father's prick.
She thought about her mother's cunt.
She thought about her father's cock fucking in and out of her mother's pussy and
spurting a load of lovely cum into her mother's cunt.
Her own cunt creamed, melting on her hand.
She fucked her fingers in and vibrated her clit, whimpering with the fiery sensation of
her orgasm. Cunt juice poured down into the cupped palm of her hand and ran down
her thighs. She had never come so much, nor had the thrill endured so long.
Wave after wave of joy coursed through her cunt and load after creamy load of fuck
juice flowed out from her smoldering pussy. Her whole nubile young body jerked and
squirmed. Her face contorted with lust. At long last she was finished. The final wave of
ecstasy had passed, the last hot drops of her creamy fuck juice had been milked from
her pussy.
It had been a wonderful come.
But she knew that she was going to have to give herself another handjob very soon, so
greatly was she inspired by the sight of her parents fucking.
She brought her hand up to her face. Her fingers were slippery with cunt juice. Smiling,
thrilled by her own naughtiness, the girl began to lick her own fuck juice from her
fingers.
Ummm, she thought. Cunt juice tastes lovely. Lucky daddy – he's going to suck mom's
cunt! And lucky mom, coming in his mouth! Oooooh – I'm going to make myself
horny all over again, if I think about that!
She gave her fingers a final lick, then went to her dresser to find a clean pair of panties.
She didn't expect them to remain dry for very long. She knew she was going to
remember what she had seen and was going to imagine what her mother and father
were doing as she sat, alone and unfucked, on the bus.
It isn't fair, she thought. They'll be fucking and sucking and I have to go to a
goddamned farm!
She wasn't looking forward to that.


Chapter 3

As Linda got out of the car in the parking lot of the bus station, her short skirt rode
high up her thighs. She had turned back, half out of the car, to reach for her handbag
and for a moment her knees were not together.
A gentleman seated in the car opposite found himself looking right up her skirt. He
saw the narrow band of her bikini panties, drawn tight up her pussy. He saw a wisp of
golden cunt hair curling out from that silken band. He could discern the triangular
outline of her hairy pussy mound through the thin material, and he thought he could
just make out the slight moist indentation of her cunt crack where the panties were
being sucked in between her cunt lips.
The man sat there, stunned.
Then she was walking away and he watched her heart-shaped ass shift beautifully and
he was seized by an overwhelming lust. He opened his fly and whopped his prick out.
His was a small prick, but it was all that he had and, small or not, his cock was hard as
a lump of marble. He began to beat his meat furiously.
He didn't even see the policeman approach.
The man's eyes were narrowed to slits, his mouth hung open, he was so crazed by wild
desire that he looked demented. His fist sped up and down as he jacked savagely away
on his prick.
The cop looked into the car, attracted by the activity. When he saw what the man was
doing, the cop was thunderstruck. The cop had not noticed Linda and did not realize
that were mitigating circumstances involved in this vile masturbation. He was aware
only that a crime was being committed, and he saw his duty.
He was not fond of perverts. Public exposure was not to his liking. He was filled with
indignation and disgust, outraged by the fact that this man dared to beat his meat on
the cop's beat. Throwing open the door, the cop grabbed the masturbator by the collar
and hauled him from the car forcibly.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he demanded. "Stop it!"
But the unfortunate fellow had had a glimpse of lovely Linda's crotch. He was only
vaguely aware of the fact that a policeman had dragged him from his car. He kept on
pounding his cock. The policeman began to beat him over the head with his nightstick,
but the man continued to beat his prick up and down.
He managed to shoot his wad before he passed out.
A truly unlucky fellow, he accidentally shot his wad all over the policeman's leg.
He had a most unhappy time at the police station.

* * *

There was a bar in the bus station.
Behind the bar worked a pimply faced bartender who had little success with women and
was horny most of the time.
Linda passed in front of the bar on her way to her bus.
The bartender watched her go and was struck by lust, consumed by passion. He darted
a quick look around. No one was watching. He hauled his prick out and began to
stroke his cock. His was a large prick and he would have had more luck with girls if he
could have presented his cock instead of his blemished face.
As he started to come, he looked wildly about for a container into which to spill his
spunk. He seized a balloon glass and tilted it before his cock, shooting a heavy dose of
fuck cream into the glass. Later, still stunned by the sight of Linda, he had occasion to
mix a brandy Alexander. The woman customer complained that he had put far too
much cream in the cocktail.

* * *

A tall, dark, sultry woman was looking at the magazine rack as Linda passed. The
woman looked at Linda. She was not a lesbian, that woman. She had a healthy,
heterosexual love life and had never been to bed with another woman. But she had
wondered about it once in awhile, as most normal women do, more through curiosity
than desire.
When she saw sexy, nubile Linda move past, however, firm tits thrusting out, nipples
stiff in twin points against her silk blouse, fine thighs gliding, the woman went weak
with passion. At first, she wondered what was wrong with her. The sensation was so
novel that she couldn't identify its nature right away, having never lusted for any
particular girl before. Whenever she had considered lesbian love, she had never thought
of an individual partner, merely of big tits and juicy cunts in general.
After a few moments she realized that she was drooling, mouth and cunt, for that
gorgeous teenager.
The sultry woman went to the bathroom where, in a cubicle, she dropped her soaking
panties and rubbed herself off three times.
Linda's mere passage through the station caused remarkable things to happen. An
elderly man who had been impotent for years was forced to visit a whorehouse where
he amazed the girls by his prowess.
Two homosexual fellows renounced their previous inclinations and became closet
heterosexuals, sneaking around after girls in secret.
Local sales of blow-up dolls and dildos rose sharply.
So did Linda affect people.
And still poor Linda was a virgin...

* * *

There were not many people on the bus.
Linda took a seat at the very back. She was still feeling randy, despite having rubbed
herself off, and she knew that she was liable to get hotter the moment the bus jolted her
crotch around on the seat. She figured that she might find it necessary to fingerfuck
herself during the journey and wanted as much privacy as possible. She took her
raincoat from her weekend bag and spread it over herself like a blanket so that she
could fondle herself under cover.
A young couple boarded the bus at the last moment and moved to the back, taking the
seat opposite Linda.
Damn, she thought.
She figured she could still manage a subtle handjob under the raincoat, but that she
would have to be careful about it. The bus started up. The young couple was smiling.
They glanced towards Linda, and Linda pretended to be asleep. She thought that if they
noticed any movement under the raincoat they would assume that she was merely
tossing around a bit in her slumber.
The bus rolled along.
Linda, eyes closed, heard the girl across the aisle whisper, "Do you think she's asleep?"
"Yeah," the guy said.
Why do they care if I'm asleep or not? Linda wondered.
"She might wake up, though, Ron," the girl said, sounding a bit nervous and uncertain.
"I'll keep an eye on her and warn you if she does," he said.
What on earth is happening? Linda wondered.
She opened her eyes just a tiny bit, peering out under her long lashes, her head still
reclining against the back of the seat. Both of them were looking at her. Since she was
covered by the raincoat she knew they couldn't be looking at her body. She was
puzzled.
The girl giggled softly.
"Well, all right then – but be sure and warn me if she starts to wake up, honey."
He nodded. He was grinning happily.
Linda was intrigued. All sort of weird ideas passed through her mind. She wondered if
they were Russian spies about to exchange stolen secrets? Terrorists intent on hijacking
the bus? Fugitives from justice planning to don disguises?
She observed them through narrowed eyes, under the pretense of deep slumber.
The girl reached into the guy's lap.
Linda heard a zipper rasp.
Good God! She's opening his fly! thought Linda.
She struggled to keep her eyes narrowed as she peered across the aisle, intrigued and
fascinated. She saw the girl reach into his pants and draw his prick out. She saw, too,
that his cock was a big, shapely prick. His cockhead was shaped like a mushroom and
the prickshaft was long and thick and seamed with dark veins.
The girl had her fist folded around the root of his cock and was gazing down adoringly
at that meaty handful. Linda wished that nice prick was in her own hand. The girl
began to slowly stroke her fist up and down his prick, skimming lightly over his fat
cockshaft.
I don't believe it! She's going to jack him off right here on the bus! Linda thought,
amazed.
The fellow moaned with soft contentment.
He closed his eyes, his face filled with pleasure, no longer keeping a watch on Linda.
Linda opened her eyes a bit wider. She saw that the girl was leaning right over his
prick. The girl's face was flushed with passion and she was licking her lips.
Then she licked the head of his cock.
Oooooh, Linda thought.
"Ummmm," the girl sighed.
"Ahhhh," whimpered the man.
She slurped his cock into her mouth.
Linda could not believe her eyes. She was going to give him a blow job! How could a
girl blow a guy on a bus? she wondered. How perverted and depraved they must be.
And yet even as she thought that, Linda found that her mouth was watering and she
wished that she could somehow take the girl's place and have that delicious mouthful
herself.
She watched the girl's excited face bob up and down.
She was taking almost all of his cock into her mouth, sucking lovingly on his prick,
then rising up, her lips clamped tight, curling outwards as they slurped. Her fist was
wrapped around the hilt of his cock and she began to frig him as she sucked, her hand
rising up to meet her mouth on the descent, then pushing down as her lips dragged up
to his prickhead. Her cheeks hollowed in deeply as she sucked. His cockhead pushed
into her cheek then, pressing out. She was working steadily, rhythmically, and it was
obvious that she had every intention of sucking him to a climax.
He was going to come in her mouth!
She wanted him to – she wanted to drink his jism!
Linda was thrilled to the depths of her being. She began to rub her pussy under the
raincoat.
She heard the girl whisper, "Give it to me, honey – I'm hungry for your hot jism!"
She saw her pink tongue flashing over his cockhead for a moment, then she took his
prick back into her mouth.
He placed his hand behind her bobbing head as if to steady her for his rising geyser.
"Drink it, baby," he rasped.
The girl gulped.
Linda whimpered as she realized that the man had just unloaded his prick into the girl's
hungry mouth. Linda's eyes were wide open now. She saw his hot cum overflow the
girl's lips and run down her chin. The girl kept sucking and swallowing but his load
had been too much and she couldn't swallow it all. Frothy ribbons of spunk poured
down his cockshaft onto his balls.
Oh, what a waste, thought horny Linda. I wish I could have the leftovers!
The girl kept sucking, her head rising and falling, until his cock and balls were drained.
She pulled her lips off his cockhead, smiling a contented and creamy smile. Jism
trickled down her chin.
"Oh, that was a lovely load," she purred.
The man opened his eyes.
He looked right at Linda, whose eyes were now wide open. For a moment he looked
startled.
Then he winked and smiled.
He doesn't even care that I was watching! thought Linda. Oh, what a terrible pervert!
And even as she thought that, she smiled back at him.
They got off the bus at the next stop.
Linda realized that they must have taken the bus specifically for their kinky sex, that
they were most likely in the habit of taking the bus while she sucked him off. Linda was
envious He had had such a splendid prick, such a massive load of cum. It made her
very hungry.
The bus started up again.
Linda, fevered with lust, moved across the aisle to the seat in which the blow job had
taken place. She sat where the girl had been seated. There was a dark, slippery patch on
the other seat, where his overflowing cum had run down between his legs.
Linda gazed at the wet spot. She scooped a few drops up with her fingertips. It was
thick and congealing now. She raised her shirt, slipped her hand down inside her
panties and began rubbing the second-hand cum around in her cunt.
She scooped some more up with her other hand.
She pushed her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them.
Ummm, she sighed.
It was delicious!
Even cooling and congealing and delivered by hand, jism was yummy – she knew it
would be wonderful to drink as load of that sweet stuff right out of a prick, all hot and
fresh and delectable.
She moved over to the other seat so that she was sitting in the pool of jism. She
squirmed around in the slippery stuff, letting it soak into her ass and crotch.
She began to masturbate with both hands, rubbing, stroking, fingerfucking. Her cunt
squished noisily but she was so hot that she didn't even care if the other passengers
heard the sound. She rubbed her pussy to a foam, a froth, jerking spasmodically as
thrills built up in her cunt.
She creamed.
Her hot cunt juice poured over her hands and soaked into the seat, mixing with the
jism that was already there.
Her climax left her panting and sobbing.
Five minutes later, she did it again.
The bus rolled on, taking her closer and closer to the farm, where she didn't want to go
– but where strange delights awaited her...


Chapter 4

"Darling, are you sure that you want to go through with this?" Anne Dawson asked her
husband.
She gave him a searching look.
They were parked in front of The Swing, a single's bar with a sordid reputation. They
had driven directly there from the bus station. This was the thing that they had talked
about and planned, but now Anne wanted to make sure at the last moment.
Ralph nodded.
"Yeah," he said.
"You won't be sorry afterwards?" she asked. "You won't think that I'm too awful? You
won't be angry and resentful?"
"No, honey," he said. "I'm looking forward to it."
Anne smiled.
"So am I, to tell you the truth," she admitted. "But I just wanted to be sure."
Ralph nodded.
He said, "I'll wait a few minutes before I come in."
Anne leaned over and kissed her husband lovingly.
Then she got out of the car and went into the bar to pick up other men. Ralph watched
her go. She was wearing a jade-green silk dress that clung to her supple curves. He felt
a surge of lust for her. And he grinned wickedly as he anticipated the thrills in store for
both of them.
This was something they had both wanted to do for a long time and had discussed
often – usually in bed as a prelude to fucking – and now, at long last, they were rid of
Linda and they could realize their dark dreams.
Ralph was going to watch his wife get gangbanged!
And he had no last-minute doubts, at all.

* * *

When Ralph went into the bar five minutes later, his wife had already attracted several
admirers. At this hour of the day there were plenty of hopeful stags but she was the
only woman in the place. Not that she needed to worry about competition, for she was
sexy and gorgeous and obviously very much available.
Ralph took a stool near enough to overhear the conversation, but he pretended not to
know his wife.
Anne smiled at him as she might have smiled at a total stranger whom she found
attractive. She was drinking a cocktail, sitting on a high stool at the polished bar. Her
lovely legs were crossed, displaying an expanse of creamy, smooth thigh between the
top of her stocking and the hem of her dress, her pale flesh outlined by her black
garterbelt strap. She swung her foot back and forth, toe pointed down, the heel of her
shoe off her foot. Her expression was amused and confident.
It was driving Ralph wild to see his wife on her own in this notorious pick-up joint.
Would she have come here if he hadn't wanted her to? He wondered. When he was at
work, had his wife gone out and gotten picked up in a single's bar? Had she cuckolded
him? Sucking and fucking like a crazed weasel, without his knowledge?
Such speculations did not anger Ralph.
They made him feel horny, his passion spiced by that twinge of jealousy they provided.
The bartender, a robust young fellow, came down to serve Ralph, his head turning as
he moved down the bar, so that he continued to look at the lone female in the place.
Ralph ordered Scotch with ice.
Several men were drifting towards Anne, cool and casual. They were veterans of the
dating bar routine moving slickly in. They eyed one another as well as the woman.
There was a highly competitive spirit among these gentlemen who spent their days
searching for passing passion, one-night stands, fucking without lingering attachments.
A tall blond fellow, broad of shoulder and well dressed in a dark blazer, moved up
beside her under the guise of replenishing his drink. He gazed down at Anne. She
looked up, smiling boldly.
"Hello," he said. His voice was high pitched and did not seem to belong with such a
large frame, but he was good looking.
"Hello," she responded.
"I don't think that I've seen you here before."
"No – this is my first time," Anne told him.
The bartender hovered. The blonde fellow asked for tequila, a fashionable thing to
drink in his circle. Ralph thought that he was probably a real jerk, one of those men
who follow the dictates of Playboy magazine and have no taste not derived from that
dubious publication.
But that didn't matter. Ralph didn't have to like the man – nor did Anne for that
matter. This was to be sex, pure and simple, and the size of the man's prick was far
more important than his personality or character. Ralph glanced down at the front of
the blond fellow's pants, trying to judge whether or not he had a big cock down there.
Ralph hoped so. If he was going to watch his wife get fucked, he wanted to see the
biggest pricks possible fucking in and out of her pussy. Big and hot and hard and
plenty of them.
He didn't want Anne to do this just for his benefit, for his voyeuristic tendencies – he
wanted her to enjoy it, too. He wanted her to come. He sipped his Scotch and watched
and listened.
"I hope you haven't wandered in by mistake?" said the blond.
"Mistake?" she asked.
"I mean to say – you do know that this is a place where women come to meet men?"
Anne smiled impishly.
"So I've been told," she said.
"Well, then," the man said, pleased. "My name is Bill."
"Hello, Bill. I'm Anne." She had paused for a moment. Ralph knew that she was
wondering if she should give him a phony name, but it didn't much matter.
Another fellow moved in on the other side of Anne.
He was short and stocky with dark, curly hair tumbling over his forehead. He had a
splendid suntan – or so it seemed to Anne. Ralph, behind this fellow, could see that he
was white behind the ears and that his tan must have come out of a bottle.
He introduced himself as Clay.
Anne chatted with both would – be seducers, turning from side to side as she addressed
or listened to first one, then the other. The men glared at each other across her like
boxers about to fight with each other for the favors of this woman. Anne was obviously
enjoying this dual attention. From time to time she glanced past Clay, at her husband,
giving him a knowing look.
Ralph nodded his approval. Ralph was starting to get a hard-on.
A third man drifted towards the group.
His name; he told her, was Jonathon. He was lean and lanky with a long jawline and
deep-set eyes. He wore tight denim trousers and his cock was well displayed as a big
lump, almost as if he were wearing a crotch cup.
All three men chatted with her. Anne paid equal attention to them and chatted back.
They bought her drinks, arguing over the honor. Ralph had another Scotch. His throat
felt dry and the head of his prick was starting to feel damp.
"Do you like this place?" Jonathon asked.
"It's agreeable," Anne said.
"Most girls who come here fool around," Clay put in.
"I'm married," said Anne.
The three suitors looked stricken.
"But," she added, "I fool around anyway."
"Ahhh," they sighed.
Three pricks – four counting Ralph's – began to throb.
Anne said, "Of course, I have to be careful. I don't want my husband to find out. He's
very jealous."
"Well, if he can't satisfy you..." Bill said, shrugging.
Anne said, "He's six-foot-eight, he weighs two hundred and seventy pounds and he
plays pro football."
Again the three men looked sick. "However," she said, "he's out of town, at the
moment. That's why I'm here. My husband is okay in bed but a girl does like a little
variety once in awhile."
They looked at her and they looked at each other.
"Which of us do you fancy?" Clay asked, putting the cards on the table, figuring there
was no sense wasting his time if she preferred one of the others. Bill and Jonathon
nodded, approving of this direct approach.
They waited eagerly, each hoping to be the chosen one, both because they wanted to
fuck this splendid, loose woman and also because they had competitive spirits. Being
selected over the others would be as satisfying as fucking her to such fellows.
Anne looked at each of them in turn, as if having a hard time making up her mind.
She looked at their eager faces.
Then, very obviously and deliberately, she lowered her gaze and looked at their
crotches.
All three men thrust their hips out.
"It's so hard to decide," she said, smiling. "It's hard to judge a man with his clothes on."
Ralph groaned. The three studs looked like eager dogs, wagging their cocks in
anticipation of getting fucked.
"No, I can't make up my mind," she sighed.
Then she looked as if a rare idea had just come to her, her expression so overdone that,
had this been a comic strip, a lightbulb would have been flashing above her head.
"But why must I?" she said.
You mean – Bill croaked.
"Um hum. Why don't I bring all three of you home with me?"
They nodded eagerly, seeing that this competition was going to be taken to the limits.
How glorious it would be to be proclaimed the winner. What pride a man could take in
out-fucking his opponents on the same field. These were not modest men. They were
vain and they had big pricks to go with their egos. Each felt positive that he would fuck
her best.
"You are a horny gal, aren't you?" Bill said, meaning it – as Anne took it – as a
compliment.
"Ummm," she sighed. "I'm horny right now. Shall we go?"
They tossed off their drinks.
Anne stood up. They moved towards the door, Anne in the middle, surrounded by men
with hard pricks. She looked happy and expectant. They went right past Ralph.
Ralph moaned. He watched them move all the way to the door, seeing his wife between
those men like a sheep being taken to the slaughterhouse, meat ready to be repeatedly
fucked.
Had she forgotten him?
What game was she playing?
But then, at the door, she paused and turned back.
She said, "That poor man doesn't have a girl."
She nodded towards Ralph who, realizing that she had merely been teasing him,
grinned at her.
"Want to join us?" she called.
The three men scowled at this, but what could they say? This was her party. Ralph
downed his Scotch. He got up and walked towards the group, making no attempt to
conceal the enormous hard-on that was thundering in his pants. The other three saw
that this stranger was going to provide serious competition.
"My car is just out front," he announced.
They crossed the pavement and piled into the car, Anne sitting in the front seat
between Ralph and Bill. The bartender came to the door and gazed out with longing,
wishing that he was part of that merry group. Tending bar in a single's joint could be
frustrating. He went back to the men's room to beat his meat.
Ralph drove off. Just in time it occurred to him to ask where they were going.
Anne gave him the address – his address.
Teasingly, she asked, "Do you know where it is?"
"Yeah," he said. "I think so."
He saw that his wife had her hand on Bill's thigh and was rubbing his thigh, moving
higher, toward the huge bulge in his crotch. Clay and Jonathon were sitting forward in
the back seat, their heads looming out beside her face as they looked down at her body.
Clay stroked her hair. Jonathon was moving his hand on her shoulder.
Anne cupped Bill's cock in her hand.
"Oooooh," she purred. "Nice."
Her eyes slid across to her husband, questioning again, giving him one last chance to
terminate the game.
Ralph smiled his approval.
Anne opened Bill's fly and reached in, hauling his big prick out. She stroked his cock,
causing his prickhead to flare. Clay and Jonathon each began to massage one of her
splendid tits. They were all very glad that her husband was out of town.
And her husband drove them home...

* * *

Linda got off the bus with her travel bag and her handbag. Her steaming pussy was
sizzling between her thighs. She had come several times on the bus, but she was far too
hot today to be satisfied with a handjob.
She knew that she would have to rub herself off a dozen times, at least, before that
burning need was satiated. But what other choice did she have? She had no hope at all
of finding anything better on a fucking farm.
She thought how lucky her mother and father were, having the house all to themselves
for a few days. She could just imagine them fucking in the kitchen, on the stairs, in the
bathroom. She could just picture that huge prick of her father's fucking in time and
again, sitting, standing, kneeling, from the front and from the back.
She couldn't blame them for wanting to have the house to themselves.
In fact, however, the house was more crowded than it had ever been before.


Chapter 5

Ralph felt strange sitting in his own living room pretending that he had never been
there before and, he knew, it would be even stranger in his own bed. Anne had gone to
fetch them drinks, making a social occasion out of the impending gangbang. The men
were discussing her in knowing tones while she was out of the room.
"I know the type," Clay said.
"So do I," Ralph said, with a great deal more truth than they could possibly imagine.
"Probably a nympho," Bill declared.
"A fox at any rate," said Jonathon. "I'll bet she does this all the time." He sounded
almost as if he were castigating her for being that way – for sharing her favors. But he
smiled and smirked, glad to be one of the men to benefit from her promiscuity,
obviously a fellow who believed in the double standard. "I wonder if she blows?" Clay
asked. "Yeah, I bet she does," Bill said. "She looks like the type that sucks a mean
prick." Ralph, not wanting to be left out of this man's talk, said, "She probably drinks
it, too. She'll probably want to have us all at the same time, rather than one by one. A
clusterfuck type, I'd judge."
Jonathon said, "Well, she ain't got enough holes for more than three of us at once.
Somebody will have to settle for a handjob if we throw a gang fuck into her."
"Well, we can switch around," Bill said. Anne returned with a tray of drinks. She passed
them around. As she handed her husband his Scotch, she winked at him.
The men sipped their drinks and waited for her to take the initiative. After all, it was
her house and her bed and her cunt. Anne stood in the center of the room, turning
slowly around. She didn't have a drink. They figured she was saving her thirst for a hot
drink on a stick. She had a hungry look, at any rate, and her pink tongue was gliding
back and forth across her lower lip.
She began to take her clothing off.
They watched her just as if they were at a strip tease show. She drew her dress off. She
removed her bra. Her tits thrust out, firm, needing no support at all. Her nipples were
stiff and hard. She tucked her thumbs under the elastic band of her panties and tugged
outwards. She let the band snap back against her belly. She tugged again, dragging the
crotchband of her panties into a tight vee at her crotch. The silken material slid back
and forth along her slit. Her cunt lips were revealed on either side of the narrow wisp
of tightly stretched cloth. She sawed back and forth, holding the elastic front and rear
and using it like a band saw on her cunt. The men looked on, pleased by this wanton
display.
"Quite a woman," Bill whispered.
"An exhibitionist," said Clay, softly.
"That's okay – as long as she ain't a cockteaser," Jonathon put in, giving his comrades a
significant glance. They knew that exhibitionism in a woman was often an end in itself
– that some vile girls got their rocks off by merely flaunting their bodies and then not
coming across after they had a guy panting for her cunt.
Ralph said nothing during this exchange.
He knew damned well that Anne would tease no cocks today.
Turning full circle, she presented every facet of her form to the men. The firm cheeks of
her ass were divided by the stretched panties, so was her pussy mound. Her nipples
stood out as if they were about to blast off from her tits. Her gently rounded belly
swayed, her hips pistoned, her smooth legs tensed. Her face was contorted with desire
now, her expression was a mask of passion.
She slowly lowered her soaking panties, squirming her hips as they slid down. She
stepped out of them. Naked, now, but for her dark stockings and garterbelt, she
stopped moving and stared challengingly at the four eager onlookers.
"Who's first?" she asked.
The men looked at one another. Three of them wanted to go first – Ralph wanted to be
last.
"It's up to you, Anne, baby," said Bill, confident in his handsomeness but squeaky of
voice.
"It's your pussy, sweetheart," Clay said.
"Yeah – you decide," Jonathon put in.
Anne looked at Ralph. Ralph did not care what sequence she fucked these strangers in,
nor what combinations. He grinned, tilting his head like a dog cocking an ear.
"It's hard to decide," she said, smiling wickedly. "I haven't seen your pricks yet."
She had seen and felt Bill's prick in the car and, of course, she had seen Ralph's cock
thousands of times – although the others had no knowledge of that. She looked at
Clay, then Jonathon.
Jonathon, confident and cocky about his prick, whipped his fly open and dragged his
cockmeat from his tight-fitting denim trousers. Not to be outdone, Clay hauled his
prick out as well.
Bill hesitated because she had already fondled his considerable cock, but then he figured
that memory might not serve her well now that two other big pricks were revealed to
her. Just to make sure she hadn't forgotten now well hung he was, Bill pulled his prick
out, too.
Ralph didn't want to appear shy or obvious, nor did he wish to seem afraid of
competition, so out came his well-known cock.
Anne looked from prick to prick.
The men stole sly glances at each other, to see if the competition was going to be keen.
They were all large-cocked fellows and saw that this was going to be quite a contest.
The three men from The Swing were no strangers to cock contests. Because of their
natures, the same natures that brought them to the dating bars and the single's bars in
the quest to manifest their manhood, to prove that they were accomplished seducers,
had led all of them to boast of their cock sizes and to join in such contests.
But it was not so simple to judge a prick. Size was only part of it – and even size could
be deceptive. One cock might be an inch or two longer than the next, but it might also
be thinner. Was length inherently preferable to breadth? Was it more important to
reach far up into a woman's pussy or to penetrate into a more shallow depth, but stuff
her chock-a-block full of prick and spread her cunt wide around a fat cock?
Perhaps it was a matter of individual choice. Some girls liked to be filled full, others
wanted to be plumbed deep.
In a contest, the only fair way to judge the size of a prick was by displacement. In that
process, both length and width were represented.
It was difficult to weigh a cock on a scale, but if each of the competing cocks was
dipped into a glass full of water, and the amount of water they displaced was then
measured, the measurement could give an accurate record of the true size of the cocks.
Cocks had to be measured, as it were, like battleships.
But dipping cocks into a glass of water was not a sensuous thing, nor erotic. It was an
accurate method when men competed amongst themselves for the sake of vanity and
pride, but when they were engaged in direct competition for a cunt, the idea was hardly
romantic.
Nor was it reflective of all the qualities that a woman sought in a cock. It measured
only bulk. There were other aspects, equally important-shape, texture, contour,
hardness and heat.
The size of the balls was important as well, since they contained the jism necessary to
conclude the act of fucking. Most women preferred a heavy dose of cum to a mere
trickle. Women liked to feel the hot stuff shoot into them. Fucking, they liked a cuntful
of cum; sucking, they felt entitled to a big drink as a reward for their efforts.
So when a female judge was involved, the contest came down to a matter of her
personal preference in pricks – a value judgment neither right nor wrong but to her
taste.
Now the horny fellows sat, hips thrust up and out, cocks proudly on display as Anne
judged them
"Ooooh," she purred. "You all have such adorable cocks – how ever can a girl decide?"
Ralph's cock was, in fact, the biggest – not by much, but obviously largest of the four –
being as long as any and also as fat. The other three men had fearfully noted that fact.
But Ralph looked shy, not displaying his prick as boldly as the others. He seemed to be
more an onlooker, interested but not involved – which, in effect, he was.
Bill's prick was longest of the others.
His cockhead was a big purple slab of prickmeat, shaped like a heart and pumping like
one. His cock was tubular in the shaft, the head flaring out like the head of a mace.
Clay's cock was not quite as long but his prick was thicker, a gnarled, iron-hard tower
of throbbing, dark-veined joy. His balls were the biggest of the three, a bloated sac full
of spunk.
Jonathon's prick was a happy medium, almost as long as Bill's and almost as fat as
Clay's. But instead of having a huge mushroom-shaped knob, as their cocks did,
Jonathon's cockhead tapered to a sharp point – an ideal shape for wedging and prying
its way into tight spaces, for deflowering tender virgins or fucking narrow asshole.
Anne looked at each in turn.
A vixenish smile turned her lips.
She said, "I can't tell by looking at them – I'll simply have to see what they feel like."
She moved to Bill.
Kneeling before him, she folded her fist around the root of his cockstalk and gave his
prick a slow push-pull, causing his bloated cockhead to flare out, the cleft to part, a
dribble of preliminary cum to ooze from the tip and trickle down onto her forefinger.
"Nice," she purred.
She moved to Clay, stroking his prick in the same fashion. Her small fist could barely
span his fat cock. He groaned and she sighed happily.
She crawled over to Jonathon and gave his prick a stroke.
Then, so as not to let the cat out of the bag, she took her husband's prick in hand as
well, although they both knew that he was merely a spectator for the moment.
All four cocks having been fondled and judged manually, Anne shook her head, looking
dismayed.
"I simply can't tell by sight or touch," she said, giving a little sigh of exasperation. Then
she smiled wickedly again. "I'll simply have to taste them."
And so she did.
Starting with Bill again, the wanton wife took each of those big cocks into her mouth
and gave them tentative sucks. She fluttered her tongue around their cockheads. All of
them were dripping now. She was sampling their cum as well as their prickmeat.
Ralph watched in fascination as his wife moved down that line of pricks, seeing her
pink tongue flick over the big, purple cock crowns and lap up the slippery fluids and
seeing her lips collar those knobs, her cheeks drawing in as she sucked.
When she came to Ralph, he gave her a look of warning.
She understood. He had become so horny watching her perform that there was grave
danger of a premature come. She blocked his crotch from the view of the others with
her head and pretended to be giving his prick the taste test but without really taking his
cock into her mouth. Ralph and Anne both wanted his load saved for later.
Anne sat back on her heels.
She shook her head and said, "It's impossible. You all have such delicious cocks, so big
and hard and hot – I could never make up my mind. I want all of you at once!"
The men grinned. Each was sorry he had not won the contest outright, but a draw was
better than a loss.
"Come into the bedroom," said Anne.
She led the way, her juicy ass switching from side to side, her thighs slippery with cunt
juice. The men trailed in behind her, following the pointers of their pricks.
Ralph trailed behind, his face ablaze with lust, hornier than he had ever been before.
Ralph was glad that he and Anne had decided to be naughty. And, he thought happily,
the best is yet to come! So much blood had gone into the making of his enormous
hard-on that the man felt dizzy and light-headed. He only hoped that he could contain
his need, that he could wait without having his cock go off on its own while his wife
completed this magic performance. He was wild with need, but he still wanted to wait,
to watch Anne fuck and suck, to see her lovely body filled up with other men's cum. He
was determined to deny his raging lust until the others had finished with her. He hung
back by the bedroom door, swaying slightly, as if unbalanced by the great swinging
weight of his prick.
Anne stood beside the bed.
The three strangers crowded around her, their cocks jutting out as if they were ready to
spear her with their pricks.
Anne seemed to be thinking.
She was planning the performance, working out the details of this multi-pricked
maneuver, planning the intricate couplings of the clusterfuck.
The men waited, eager to begin, but let her work it out – it was her cunt and her bed,
and her rules applied.
She decided that Bill's long cock should fill her cunt.
Clay's fat prick would make a lovely mouthful.
And Jonathon's sharply tapered cock was going to fit just right up her tight asshole.
She guided Bill onto the bed. The big man stretched out on his back, his cock rampant,
the prickhead seeming to smoke. Anne knelt beside him, threw one knee across his hips
and fitted her cunt over the head of his towering prick. She didn't push down on him
yet.
She took Clay by the hand and drew him to them, positioning him before her so that
he was kneeling astride Bill's head, and his fat prick was jutting out towards her face.
His cock brushed against Anne's cheek as she turned to look at Jonathon. Jonathon got
the picture, nor did he mind fucking her asshole. He knelt behind her ass and fitted his
pointed prick into the crack of her ass.
They were all set to start now but were not yet moving, a well-oiled fucking machine
waiting to be switched on.
Anne glanced at her husband.
"You seem to be fully occupied," he said, grinning. "I'll wait for a vacancy."
The others thought Ralph was a true gentleman.
The clusterfuck commenced.
Anne slowly pushed her wet cunt down over Bill's upright cock, sinking all the way,
taking every hot inch into her pussy, her cunt lips spreading on his belly. She didn't
move up and down yet.
She held the full load of her pussy and reached behind her ass, getting a grip on
Jonathon's cock.' She tugged. His pointed knob pushed against her taut brown asshole.
He grasped her hips, hauling her pelvis back as he thrust his cock out, pulling her
asshole over his prick like a tight boot over a foot. His cockhead wedged in easily. His
prick stalk widened out and he had to push hard. But Anne's asshole had known bigger
pricks than his – Ralph's for instance – and her ass accommodated itself to the burden.
Slowly, inch by inch, Jonathon fed his cock up her asshole and into her bowels, burying
his prick to the hilt.
The two men, Bill and Jonathon, could feel each other's cocks stuffing her, through the
slender wall that divided her cunt from her asshole.
Anne tongued the head of Clay's prick.
"Ummm," she purred as a thin trickle of jism ran over her tongue and back into her
throat.
She slurped his cock into her mouth.
For another moment, they remained motionless, coupled to the hilt, fitted and jointed
snugly.
Then Anne began to move.
The men moved with her, setting the complex clusterfuck into action. Bill pushed up
from the bed, his long cock fucking in and out of her cunt. Clay fucked her mouth.
Jonathon fucked his admirable prick deep into her asshole.
Anne shuddered and writhed between them, gurgling happily on Clay's cock. Being
fucked in all three holes at once, the horny woman was filled with joy. She had never
felt so wonderful, never known such a burning thrill. Her cunt sucked on Bill's cock
like a mouth and her mouth worked on Clay's prick like a cunt. Her asshole clutched
and wrung and dragged on Jonathon's cock as if she were digesting him in reverse,
pulling his load into her ass canal.
She glanced sideways at Ralph.
Ralph's face was wild with lust and his cock, always impressive, was bigger than she
had ever seen before. His prick seemed like a heated crowbar, a battering ram, a
telephone pole.
She could see that he had no regrets about letting her get cluster fucked and she was
glad. She had no regrets, either. Even as she took those three big cocks, she wondered if
Ralph would like to invite other men home in the future.
Then she stopped wondering about anything and gave herself up to the intense
sensation of being triple fucked.
Her pussy was squishing juicily on Bill's cockmeat.
Her drooling mouth slurped.
Her asshole squirmed moistly.
Ralph moved closer, intrigued.
Kneeling beside the bed, he watched them fuck into her. He saw Jonathon's cock
vanish up her asshole, drag out, then disappear again. He watched her cunt rise and fall
on Bill's prick, her hairy pussy lips sucking. He gazed at her face, watching her lips pull
on Clay's meaty mouthful, her cheeks hollowing in as she sucked. Her head bobbed up
and down. As her lips drew up to Clay's cockhead, saliva ran down his prick stalk. His
cock was dripping and Ralph saw thick jism overflowing his wife's greedy lips, mingling
with her saliva. That was the bet part of all, thought the half-crazed husband. The cum
was the best – seeing them shoot their loads into her was going to drive him to a
frenzy.
He hoped they all came at once.
So did Anne.
She worked towards that end, slowly grinding away, timing it, working hardest on the
cock that throbbed the least. They were all panting and whimpering and heaving. The
bedroom sounded like a train station with all the locomotives puffing away. And, like
locomotives, the long cocks ran into the tunnels of her body. Bill's and Jonathon's cocks
passed in her loins like trains in a dark tunnel, Clay's steam engine drove right back
into her gullet.
"Come – come in me!" she wailed, her words muffled and slurred around Clay's
swollen cockhead.
Her words inspired her husband as much as the sight of her fucking did.
"Yes!" Ralph rasped. "Come in her! Shoot your jism in my – errr – in this tramp! Fill
her full of cum!"
Ralph was seething, his mind spun wildly, tumbling like a canon loose on a ship.
"Fuck her mouth! Fuck her cunt! Fuck her asshole!" Ralph cried.
Anne's cunt melted on Bill's prick.
Her mouth was drooling as if it, too, were creaming and her asshole sparked with a
dark thrill.
They shot in her.
Bill's geyser erupted up her cunt with such force that her pelvis was lifted. She was
almost blown off his cock. But then, slamming down into her ass, Jonathon poured an
equal load of cum into her bowels, the jet forcing her cunt back down on Bill's spurting
prick. A moment later her mouth was filled with delicious jism as Clay's cock creamed.
Wailing with ecstasy, Anne swallowed Clay's cum while her cunt and asshole soaked up
the other loads like a sponge, and her own fuck juices poured out around them.
The three men blew load after load into her, hosing her with the molten spray until at
length they collapsed, emptied. Anne kept squirming, working off her own multiple
orgasm and milking the final drops of cum from the three drained pricks.
They were motionless for a second.
Ralph whimpered with urgency.
Anne drew her lips away from Clay's shrinking cockhead, giving his prick a last loving
lick. She pulled her pussy off Bill's cock and, corkscrewing her hips, dragged her tight
asshole off Jonathon's prick.
Cum poured from her in thick rivers. Jonathon's jism ran from her asshole, down the
crack of her ass and into her crotch where it flowed into Bill's spunk as that silvery
stream oozed from her cunt. She threw her head back and Clay's spunk flowed over her
lips.
She turned to her husband.
"Darling," she sighed.
Ralph kissed her on the mouth, his tongue pushing into that mouth that had once been
full of another man's hot cum, French kissing her passionately. She sucked on his
tongue and twined her own with his. She moaned. Although she had creamed
wonderfully with the other three, she wanted her husband now, her desire being of a
different degree, a higher magnitude, greater than the animal lust of fucking strangers.
She spread her legs.
But Ralph turned her by the hips. She pivoted. He ran his tongue up the crack of her
ass, then dipped into her asshole, rimming her, sucking at her asshole.
He turned her again.
He lowered his face into her crotch and began to suck her cunt with lusty joy, working
his frenzied face around in her crotch and driving his tongue up her pussy.
Then he mounted her.
He slammed his giant prick into her cunt. His cock felt so huge that she thought he
would dislocate her hipbones, that he would fuck right up into her vitals. He fucked his
cock to her furiously, pouring the prick in with, wild abandon.
He was so hot that it took but a moment for him to come.
His cock blasted her with a dose of cum so great that he poured more of the fuck juice
into her than the other three had, combined.
"Darling," she purred.
She looked lovingly into his eyes.
Strange fellow, thought the other three. But they applauded his performance. Then they
decided what to do next...


Chapter 6

Linda got off the bus in the small town nearest the farm. She saw a battered old pickup
truck in the parking lot and guessed it must belong to Uncle Clayton. Then she saw
him look out the window.
Linda blushed. She felt embarrassed about riding in such a disreputable old farm truck
but she headed towards it anyway.
Uncle Clayton got out. He was wearing a straw hat with frayed bits hanging from the
brim and faded old overalls. He looked a classic sort of farmer. He was even chewing
on a piece of straw. He waved at Linda, then looked around. His wife and daughter had
been looking in the window of the shop next to the bus stop and now they, too, moved
towards Linda.
Linda hadn't seen the family in several years and, although she recognized Uncle
Clayton and Aunt Maggie, she wouldn't have known Wanda, who had grown
considerably. Wanda was the same age as Linda and had started to become, like Linda,
very nubile. She was a slender girl with long dark hair, slightly slanted eyes and a wide
mouth. She was pretty. She was wearing cut-off blue jeans and a cotton tee shirt. Her
plump tits thrust out into the shirt, nipples in evidence in twin points and the denim
shorts seemed to have been plastered over her loins, so tight fitting that they outlined
her body like a coat of paint. She was smiling, pleased to see her cousin from the city.
There was an impish look about her.
"My how you've grown!" Aunt Maggie said.
Maggie was slightly faded by years of life on a farm but she was still a good-looking
woman, full breasted and flat hipped.
"Sure as," said Clayton. "Got big tits."
He was grinning. His wife frowned at him, then raised her eyes to the heavens,
knowing that there was little point in reprimanding Clayton, who was an outspoken
sort of fellow.
Linda smiled. She had not been shocked by her uncle's statement because it was what
she expected from the old rascal – and because it was true.
Wanda threw her arms around Linda and kissed her.
"Gee, it's good to see you!" she said. "I'm real glad that you could come stay with us."
They moved toward the truck.
"We'll have to ride in the back," Wanda said. "Ain't room enough for four up front."
Linda didn't think it was very dignified to ride in the back of a farm truck, but there
was nothing she could do about it. She crawled in and sat on a bale of hay. Wanda sat
next to her. Clayton and Maggie got in the cab. He was chuckling. They drove off, the
truck bumping and the gears meshing noisily.
"I hope you don't get too bored out here," Wanda said.
Linda, who expected to be bored silly, said, "Oh, no – I'm looking forward to being
here."
"Not like the city, though."
"Well, no."
"Not so many boys around," Wanda said, winking.
Linda smiled politely.
"Gee, you're awful good looking, Linda. I'll bet you got plenty of boyfriends, huh?"
"Well, not really."
Wanda looked surprised.
"How come?" she asked.
"I don't know," Linda said honestly. "No one ever seems to ask me out on a date or
anything."
Now Wanda looked puzzled.
"Gee," she said, "I was looking forward to hearing all about your love life and all-discos
and dances and like that, you know? Things we don't have out here in the country."
Linda grinned ruefully and said, "I wish I had a love life to tell you about, Wanda."
"None, huh?"
"Nope."
Wanda had inherited her father's directness. She said, "Don't tell me you're a virgin?"
Linda blushed.
"Well, of course I am," she said.
"But you must let boys feel you up and stuff, huh?"
Linda wasn't sure how to reply. She felt nervous, as if she were under a crossexamination, 
But Wanda's interest seemed genuine and Linda saw no reason not to be truthful.
She said, "Well, I would – if a boy wanted to. But like I said, I never get asked out on
dates so I never have the chance to fool around. I would like to – maybe even to go all
the way."
"Gee, that's awful," Wanda said. "You must be real frustrated and all. I mean, a girl gets
real horny, right?"
"Too right," Linda agreed. "How about you, Wanda? Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Well, I don't know if you'd call him a boyfriend. I fool around with Jasper. He's the
hired hand. Sometimes we go up in the hayloft and make out, so he's sort of a
boyfriend." She paused, looking sly. "He's got a big cock, anyway."
"Ooooh! Does he – do you-"
"Sure. He fucks me," Wanda said.
Linda was intrigued. Her country cousin was getting fucked! She was a virgin from the
big city and this farm girl her own age was already getting fucked! It wasn't fair. But it
was interesting.
"Is it as good as they say? Fucking?"
"Oh, yeah! It's great!"
"I'll bet it is," Linda said wistfully. "I wish that someone would fuck me."
Wanda gave her a meaningful look.
"Maybe we can do something about that," she said.
Linda gave a little gasp. She looked at Wanda and saw that Wanda was serious. Maybe
it won't be so boring on the farm after all, she thought. High expectations rose in the
frustrated teenager. She began to get hot again. By the time they had reached the farm,
the bale of hay under Linda's ass was soaked with cunt juice.

* * *

Wanda showed Linda around the place.
The farmhouse was an old rambling building built of heavy, gray stone, surrounded by
outhouses, sheds and silos. The setting was pastoral and pretty.
There were sheep on the hills, looking like wooly maggots from a distance. A black and
white sheepdog, working on his own and knowing his job, kept them clustered
together. Wanda pointed the dog out.
She said, "That's Blackie. I don't know why dad named him Blackie instead of Whitey,
but that's his name." She paused, looking strange. "He's a good old doggy."
Linda felt she was missing something significant in her cousin's tone of voice but had
no idea what.
There were a couple of horses.
"We can go riding, if you want to," Wanda said. "I like to ride bareback. It makes me
real horny to have my cunt rubbing around on a horse's back. Makes the horse horny,
too!" Gee, thought innocent virginal Linda, Wanda sure isn't shy.
Wanda showed her the outdoor toilet.
She said, "We got indoor plumbing now, but this was all we had years ago. Nobody
uses it anymore – except me. I go in there sometimes to play with myself."
Linda gasped.
"Well, don't you play with yourself?" Wanda asked.
"Oh, well, sure I do. I just, well, I wouldn't have just come out and said it like you did."
"You're awful shy, huh?"
"I suppose so."
"I'm not."
"I can see that."
"I gave myself my first ever handjob in the outhouse, as a matter-of-fact," Wanda said.
"I didn't even know what I was doing at first – only that it felt real good."
"That was the same way with me, the first time," Linda said.
"Anyhow, after that first time I kept going back there to fingerfuck myself – it was sort
of like I didn't realize I could do it anywhere else, and the outhouse and the handjob
got all mixed up together in my mind. So I still go in there once in awhile, just for old
times' sake. That was where I first got a look at Jasper's prick, too. I was going in to
play with myself and when I opened the door, Jasper was having a piss. He turned
around and his big old cock swung towards me and he looked sort of embarrassed. But
I grinned at him. I started playing with his cock and that was that. Pretty soon we were
fucking."
"In the outhouse?"
"Yeah. It ain't so romantic, what with smelling like shit and all, but it was okay. We
started using the hayloft later."
She showed Linda the barn and the hayloft where she and Jasper did their fucking.
"Was Jasper your first?" Linda asked.
"Well, you might say so. Then again, maybe not."
"What? Surely you must know if Jasper was the first guy who fucked you, Wanda?" said
Linda.
Wanda grinned impishly.
"Oh, yeah," she said. "He was the first guy."
Linda couldn't figure that out, at all.
Wanda pointed Jasper out.
He was working in the fields and he had his shirt off. He was a tall, well-muscled young
man with hair like straw, deeply suntanned. The front of his jeans seemed full. Linda
wondered if Wanda intended to share Jasper with her. She hoped so.

* * *

Maggie was standing at the big old iron woodstove, cooking a giant meal, and Clayton
was at the window, smoking a corncob pipe and looking out. He was watching his
daughter and his niece as they walked across the yard from the barn.
"That Linda is sure pretty," he commented.
"You're a dirty old man," Maggie said, sniffing.
Clayton grinned. "I sure am," he said with pride.
He cupped a hand over his crotch.
"Gettin' a hard-on lookin' at her," he declared.
"Don't be rude," Maggie said.
But Maggie was smiling.
"Hard as a corncob," he said.
He opened his overalls and hauled his prick out. He gave his cock a couple tentative
strokes, watching the two young girls. He was still puffing away on the pipe, and smoke
billowed out as his breathing became heavier. He considered jacking himself off as he
often did when he looked at his daughter, but it seemed a waste with his wife right
there in the room. He gazed at Linda's ass and gave his cock another slow stroke, then
he turned and marched across the room. He stood behind his wife.
He raised her skirt.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Quiet, woman! You just keep right on cookin'."
Maggie wore white bloomers. Clayton tugged them aside and slipped his prick up the
leg hole.
She squealed. Her cunt was wet and hot.
He bent his knees, then jolted up, fucking his big cock into her cunt. Her soaking
pussy felt as hot as the woodstove. He began to fuck the prick to her, his ass
corkscrewing as he fucked in.
Maggie had a frying pan in one hand. She continued to hold the pan while she reached
back with her free hand and got a grip on his big balls. Maggie loved to get fucked at
unexpected times and in un-likely places. She began to move her belly in and out and
roll her lean hips sideways, turning her cunt around on his prick as if she were
churning butter.
Cunt juice poured down her legs.
Her pussy rippled on his cock.
Clayton reached around to fondle her big tits, then slid his gnarled hands down to her
hips, holding her steady as he fucked in. His balls whacked solidly into her crotch as he
buried his cock to the root. He fucked her with powerful strokes, dipping his knees and
coming in low and long.
Maggie swayed in front of the stove, her whole body vibrating as his prick hissed up
her hole. She wondered vaguely if he were pretending that she was Linda. But she
didn't care. His big cock felt too wonderful to give a damn what had inspired him and
the motivation was nothing compared to the fuck.
The underside of his cockshaft ran full length across her burning clit with every stroke
and his flaring prickhead surged deeply into her pussy. His cock felt like a lump of
glowing iron inside her. Her hips pistoned and her ass danced as she met his thrusts
with equal vigor and energy.
This is a fine way to cook a meal, she thought, standing sandwiched between a red-hot
stove and a red-hot prick.
She started to come.
She wailed with the pleasure.
Clayton fucked his cock in hard and stiffened as his balls erupted and the hot juice
came squirting from his cockhead and hosed her cunt down with burning lava. He
poured a second, then a third load of jism into her as her cunt dissolved into a creamy
cauldron where their juices mingled.
Clayton pulled his prick out.
He gave his cock a hand stroke to make sure that his prick had been milked dry, then
tucked his cock back in his pants. He went back to the window and relit his corncob
pipe. Maggie continued to prepare the food, and her crotch bubbled merrily away.
Clayton saw that the girls were no longer in sight.
They seemed to be getting along well together. He grinned. Linda would be sharing a
bedroom with Wanda and the thought of the two sexy teenagers in bed together was
pleasing to Clayton.
He wondered if they would sleep naked. He wondered if they would press their nubile
young bodies together in the night. He wondered if they would feel each other up.
He hoped so.


Chapter 7

They retired early, as farm folk do.
Linda and Wanda were sharing a bed, a big, soft bed with a colorful quilt. Linda had
wondered if she should wear a nightgown or pajamas. At home she slept naked. But
then Wanda casually mentioned that she was always slept in the raw, herself, so Linda
guessed that it would be all right. But she was a bit shy of exposing herself and
undressed quickly, then got into bed, under the covers.
Wanda took her time and when she was naked she stood beside the bed, looking down
at her blonde cousin. Wanda had bit stiff nipples. Linda liked to look at them – at all of
the other girl, in fact – but she didn't want her interest to be evident. She thought it
was sort of naughty to stare at a girl's tits.
Wanda was casually scratching her dark, curly pussy bush. Her hand slipped down, so
that the tip of her middle finger was between her legs. Linda could see Wanda's pink
slit running through the black cunt hair. Linda's eyes were drawn to her cousin's pussy.
Wanda was standing with her slender back arched, her firm little belly pushing out over
the edge of the bed.
Linda looked away, then back, embarrassed by her interest and yet fascinated. She kept
thinking of Wanda fucking the hired hand. She thought of a big prick fucking in and
out of that pink-lipped cunt hovering above her. The thoughts made Linda feel like
playing with her own pussy under the covers, but she was afraid that Wanda might
detect the movement.
Wanda seemed to know what Linda was thinking.
Wanda said, "I usually play with myself before I go to sleep. But I don't want to
embarrass you, or anything, Linda – so I could fingerfuck myself in the bathroom if
you like."
Linda smiled shyly.
"I play with myself, usually, too," Linda said, amazed at herself by making such a bold
admission. But it was hard to feel embarrassed with a girl like Wanda, a girl who
openly talked about such things.
"Okay, then," said Wanda. "As long as it doesn't shock you. I don't mind if you rub
yourself off, either. It might be kind of fun, lying here side by side, playing with
ourselves. Sort of naughty."
"I... I might," Linda said.
She, too, thought it would be an erotic thing to do.
Wanda winked at Linda. She pulled the covers back-drawing them much farther down
than was necessary for her to crawl under them. She looked at Linda's naked body.
"Oooh, you're sexy," Wanda murmured.
With that, Wanda slipped into bed. The two girls lay on opposite sides, both on their
backs.
The night light was still on, and Linda could see that Wanda was smiling. Then she saw
the covers move.
"I'm doing it," Wanda whispered.
Linda could contain herself no longer.
"So am I," she said, and she slid her hand between her legs.
"Ummm. Does it feel good?"
Linda nodded.
Linda could hear the soft moist sounds that Wanda's fingers were making. She began
rubbing her clit as it tightened and expanded.
"Too bad we have to do it for ourselves, though," Wanda said. "It feels a lot better when
someone else does it."
Linda gulped.
"Want me to do it for you?" Wanda asked, finally getting to the point.
"Gee, it would be awful naughty-"
"Fun, though. You don't have to do me, if you don't want to; I could do myself while I
do you. I like to play with girls."
"If you really want to," Linda whispered.
"Ummm. I'll do nice things for you, Linda. I'm not a lesbian or anything, you mustn't
get the wrong idea. I prefer men. But since we are here and there isn't a man to do us,
we might as well."
"All right," Linda said.
And then, losing all reluctance now that she had agreed, Linda said, "Oh, yes, Wanda!
yes! Let's rub each other's pussies! Let's make each other come lots of times!"
Linda's abrupt change from shyness to passion pleased Wanda so greatly that, lying on
her back and looking up at the ceiling, she laughed delightedly.
Linda cringed. She misunderstood the reason for the laughter and supposed that
Wanda had been merely teasing her and never intended to do those things. Mortified,
she felt like biting her tongue off. She lay rigid, blushing furiously, trying to figure out
how she could make it seem that she, too, had been joking.
But then Wanda rolled over, facing Linda, and she wasn't laughing then.
She put her hand on Linda's hot belly.
Linda was still rigid and uncertain, desperately wanting to fingerfuck but not knowing
how to start; leaving it to her more experienced cousin to show her the way.
Which was fine with Wanda.
Her hand moved in a slow tantalizing circle on Linda's belly, then glided down and
began stroking her thighs. Wanda leaned close. Her lips were against Linda's ear and
her warm breath swirled like a shroud of lust over Linda's face. She kissed and nibbled
at Linda's ear while her hand continued to tease up and down Linda's firm, slightly
spread thighs.
Linda began to squirm. She was unable to help herself. She was so aroused that the
squirming was involuntary, but she was no longer worried about manifesting her
passion, for it was evident now that Wanda was quite serious and shared her desire.
Linda's legs parted a few inches farther and she reached her back, pushing her tummy
upwards. Muscles rippled in her thighs. Her cunt was on fire and she wanted Wanda to
touch her there, but Wanda was taking it slow and easy, her hand gliding just a trifle
higher with each slow petting stroke.
"You like it, don't you?" Wanda whispered in Linda's ear.
"Ummmm."
"You're hot, aren't you, Linda? You're hot for me." the dark nymph said, and she
punctuated her words with her tongue, stabbing in to Linda's ear and licking it.
"I'm burning up!" Linda whispered.
Wanda's hand was at the very top of Linda's thigh now, her fingers stroking at the
crease but not quite touching her pussy.
"I can get a boy for you," Wanda said. "While you stay here, Linda... we can have lots
of fun, with each other and with boys. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you like
to get fucked?"
Linda nodded, unable to trust her voice. Yes, she wanted to get fucked, all right, at least
she thought she did in the heat of the moment, although she knew she might feel more
reluctant in the morning. But she was more interested right then in what was available
and immediate and willing, and she didn't want to think about a boy.
But she understood why Wanda had brought the subject up. She understood that
Wanda wanted to make it plain that although they might fool around together, they
were not lesbians.
"I'd like to watch someone fuck you," Wanda whispered. "I'd let you fuck him first,
then I could fuck him, too..."
Linda could bear no more.
Seizing Wanda's teasing hand, she pressed it onto her sodden pussy.
Wanda giggled with delight and, snuggling closer, began to fingerfuck Linda. Her taut
pear-shaped tits rubbed on Linda's hip. She ran her fingertips up and down the blonde's
parted pussy, stroking Linda's cunt lips and brushing her stiff clit.
Linda was still squirming, and now she started to vibrate and tremble all through her
hot little body.
Wanda tilted her wrist and very slowly slipped her middle finger up Linda's cunt slot.
She turned her finger about in the warm juicy pussy channel, then began a slow and
steady push-pull, fingerfucking Linda rhythmically. Linda's pussy gushed with fuck
juice. Linda was so blazing hot that she wasn't sure if she'd had an orgasm or not, but
that didn't matter because she was certainly going to have another one very soon.
"Turn over, Linda," Wanda urged.
Linda willingly rolled onto her side, facing her dark-haired cousin. They kissed, mouths
grating together automatically; lips brushing lightly for a moment, then jamming
together. Their mouths were grinding against one another. Their hot tongues met,
switching back and forth from mouth to mouth. Their lithe bodies squirmed together,
belly to belly and thigh to thigh, and their tits rubbed against each other, their stiff
nipples branding one another like fiery pokers.
Wanda was still fingerfucking Linda with that steady rhythm; Linda's hands glided over
Wanda's flanks, then came up and cupped her tits. She squeezed the plump mounds
and moved her thumbs back and forth across the tips. Wanda was squirming every bit
as much as her blonde lover by this time.
"Oooooh, that's nice," Wanda whimpered. "Feel me up, honey; feel my titties..."
Linda needed no encouragement; she was massaging Wanda's firm tits eagerly.
"You can suck them if you want to," Wanda whispered, arching and thrusting her tits
up.
Linda hadn't thought of that. She had supposed that manual caresses would be the
limit. But the instant that Wanda put the idea into her head, Linda was seized by a
desire to do exactly that. She slid down a few inches and lowered her face. Wanda
arched up to meet her. Linda ran her tongue across Wanda's nip pies, then circled in a
slow stroke around her tits and up the cleavage, mounting to the nipples again. Linda
took them into her mouth, each in turn, and gave them a good sucking.
Wanda's nipples seemed to explode in her lips. Moaning with passion, Linda pulled and
sucked at those fiery nubs, pretending for an instant that Wanda's nipples were big fat
cocks which she was joyfully milking. But she needed no heterosexual fantasies to enjoy
this task, and she stopped thinking about that and thought they were just what they
were – hot, stiff tits that she was mouthing and tonguing passionately.
"Now let me," Wanda said.
She drew back. Linda, reluctant to let those tasty tits leave her lips, pushed her face
after them, but Wanda broke free and slipped down the bed. She cupped both hands on
Linda's tits. Linda, for an instant, was unhappy at having Wanda's hand leave her cunt,
but Wanda knew what she was doing. She pressed Linda's fat tits together and ran her
tongue up the cleavage and around the tits, then began nursing on the nipples. She
sucked slowly and steadily. Linda threw her head from side to side, grimacing with lust,
her tawny hair tumbling about her cheeks.
Linda was ready for anything now, and she moved her hand between Wanda's thighs
and began to fingerfuck her. It felt strange to have another girl's cunt in the same horny
condition which made her own cunt so often burn and tremble and cream, but it felt
wonderful, too, and she rubbed Wanda's cunt lips while Wanda continued to milk her
tits.
Wanda's hips switched and shimmied. Linda closed her thighs over Wanda's thigh and,
grinding her belly, worked her pussy against the dark-haired girl's leg.
Wanda moved up again and, cupping her own tits, began rubbing her nipples against
Linda's, fencing with little fleshy swords. They kissed, tongues twisting and writhing
together. Wanda's hand moved down and she began fingerfucking Linda again, both
fingerfucking each other in the same tempo.
It would have been hard to say which pussy was the hottest or the juiciest. Both cunts,
blonde and dark, were gaping wide and filled with streams of thick fuck juice. Linda
followed Wanda's lead, alternating between stroking her cunt lips, fingering her clit and
pushing two or three fingers up her pussy hole.
Their thighs rubbed together and their bellies slapped against one another. They arched
and writhed. Cunt juice ran down their legs and into the cracks of their asses and over
one another's groping hands.
"Wait a minute," Wanda said.
She stopped fingerfucking Linda although her hand remained on the girl's golden
crotch.
Linda reluctantly followed suit.
"I don't want us to come too soon," Wanda said. "We have all night and there are lots
of nice things we can do for each other."
Linda's eyes widened. She couldn't think of what two girls might do together that
would be nicer than rubbing each other off and sucking each other's nipples.
"You know?" Wanda asked.
Linda shook her head.
Wanda gazed into her eyes. Then she smiled slowly and moved her fingers very gently
along Linda's gaping, sodden pussy, causing Linda to shudder.
Wanda raised her hand up to Linda's face. Her fingers glistened with cunt juice.
"Look how creamy you are," she said.
Linda was looking.
"Ummm, it looks good, doesn't it? It looks so thick and hot and... tasty..."
Linda whimpered.
"Have you ever tasted cunt juice, Linda? When you rub yourself off, do you lick your
fingers?"
"I... I did. Once."
"It was good, wasn't it?"
Linda nodded.
"Lick my fingers now. Let me see you lick your own cunt juice from my hand."
Linda hesitated for only a moment. Then she moved her face forward and lapped
tentatively at Wanda's cream-smeared digits. "Suck them, baby," Wanda urged.
Linda took her fingers into her mouth and pulled on them with her lips.
Wanda, smiling dreamily, drew her hand away from Linda's face and slid it down to
her crotch again. She pushed all four fingers up and down Linda's cunt hole a few times
and then brought her hand back up. Linda, waiting eagerly, opened her mouth and
pushed her face forward like a baby bird waiting to be fed. But she got no treat this
time.
Wanda, still smiling contentedly, brought her hand to her own mouth and began to lap
up Linda's cuntcream with her tongue.
"Ohhh, you taste so good," Wanda moaned.
Linda was too hot to be shocked. She watched, fascinated, as Wanda lapped up her
cum. Then Wanda reached down again and, this time, she pushed her fingers up her
own hot pussy hole.
Wanda's hand came up again.
"Do you want to taste me now?" Wanda asked.
"Oh!" Linda exclaimed, as a jolt of pure and savage lust burst in her belly. "Oh, yes!
Yes, I do want to, Wanda!"
Wanda offered her hand to Linda's lips and Linda greedily sucked at the juicy fingers.
"Is it nice, Linda? Is my cum nice?"
"Ummm," sighed Linda slurping away. "Wouldn't you like to drink it right out of my
cunt?" Wanda whispered.
This time Linda was shocked. "I... I don't know..."
"It's no different than licking my fingers," Wanda told her. "It isn't any more naughty,
is it? And it tastes so much nicer when it gushes out from a cunt, all hot and thick and
frothy." Linda didn't doubt it.
She asked, "Have you... ever?"
"Um hum. I love it. We could do it for each other, Linda. We could suck each other off
and drink all that lovely cum..."
Linda didn't know what to say, but she knew what she wanted. Wanda could see that.
It was evident on Linda's lust-contorted face.
"I'll do you first," Wanda said.
Without waiting, Wanda slid down the bed, Taking Linda by the hips, she turned her
on her back and parted her legs wide, crouching between them. She smiled up at Linda,
gazing along the gently curving plane of her stomach. Linda stared down. She knew
that Wanda was teasing her, waiting for her to ask.
"Oh, do it!" she cried.
Wanda sighed and lowered her face to Linda's crotch. She used only the tip of her
tongue for a moment, lapping at Linda's stiff clit and cunt lips, then she pushed her
tongue up the smoldering pussyhole and sucked voraciously on Linda's clit. Linda's
cunt was so hot that it was steaming. Wanda was using her whole face, rubbing it about
in Linda's sodden crotch, and Linda could see only the top of her dark, curly head as
she worked away hungrily between her thighs, framed by thighs and belly and cunt
bush.
"Ummm," Wanda whined as she slurped away, and the smoldering fuck juice gushed
over her taste buds.
It was perfectly obvious that Wanda had not been lying – she certainly did like to eat
pussy. She was going suck crazy on Linda's clit. Her tongue was working like a whip
and she was gulping down mouthfuls of the succulent fuck cream as it flooded forth.
Seeing this, Linda wondered if licking cunt could possibly be as good as Wanda seemed
to think, if it could be as good to do it as to have it done? Linda wanted to find out. She
reached down, cupping Wanda's head in both hands and jamming her close, while her
crotch gyrated and writhed.
Wanda raised her face, smiling and licking her lips. She was coated with cunt juice
from chin to cheeks. She pushed her tit into Linda's crotch and worked the nipple into
her pussy hole. Her finger pushed gently at Linda's tight little asshole. Then she cupped
her ass and, tilting Linda up, lowered her face once more to the feast.
"I want to, too!" Linda cried, overcome with lust and desire.
Wanda needed no further hint.
She turned around, keeping her face in Linda's crotch and rotating around. She threw
one leg across Linda's head, then straddled her. Linda gazed up at the black-haired cunt
poised above her face. The pussy lips were unfurled and coated with cum. Wanda
waited, poised there, and a thick drop of cunt juice dropped from her pussy hole onto
Linda's chin. Linda gazed up at her crotch like a starving woman staring at a banquet.
Cunt can't be as good as it looks, she thought, nothing could be that succulent.
Reaching up with both hands, Linda spread Wanda's cunt lips wide open, exposing the
pink inner flesh. Her tongue fluttered out, trembling, and she lifted her head. Her
tongue ran up Wanda's pussy slot and she sighed. Cunt tasted even better than it
looked! The delicious fuck juice fell onto her tongue and ran into her mouth. Linda
didn't know how to suck a cunt, but that didn't matter at all. Instinctively, she realized
how to go about it. Fitting her lips to Wanda's pussy slot, she began to suck with
unbridled lust.
Wanda sighed and settled down, her cunt on Linda's upturned face, and both young
nymphs commenced to eat each other in a frenzy of lust, enjoying sucking every bit as
much as being sucked.
Linda came first.
Her cunt melted in Wanda's mouth and Wanda slurped up every last drop ravenously.
Then, just as Linda was drained, Wanda's own orgasm burst free and poured down into
the blonde girl's eager and upturned face in a torrent of hot fuck juice.
The two horny girls continued to lick and lap at each other for a few moments while
their cunts cooled down. Then Wanda rose and, turning around, lay down beside
Linda. They held each other in their arms and kissed, not passionately now, but very
lovingly, grateful to each other for the wonderful thrill.
Linda reflected, and she was pleased to find that, even though she was no longer
inspired by the heat of desire, that she felt no shame or embarrassment about what she
had done. She would make no vows to never do such a thing again. Quite the reverse
in fact.
Linda knew, most decidedly, that she was going to suck cunt whenever she had the
chance.
She was already wondering which of her friends would be likely to agree to being
sucked off.
But that made her feel unfaithful to Wanda and, guiltily, she kissed her cousin.
Wanda misunderstood.
"Gee, are you ready for more?" she asked. "Ummm, not quite yet. But maybe we could
do it again in the morning, huh?"
"Lord, I can see that we're going to be sucking each other hollow during the next few
weeks," Wanda said with a giggle.
"Oh, yes! Let's do it lots!"
"And other things, too."
"With boys, you mean?"
"Ummm. And together."
Linda thought that this was going to be a wonderful holiday.


Chapter 8

Breakfast was a massive affair – eggs, sausage, bacon, ham, toast and muffins. Linda
and Wanda were very hungry after a night of cuntsucking and fell to with hearty
appetites.
Clayton watched them. As the girls slipped long fat sausages into their mouths, it was
easy enough to imagine what he was thinking. He'd fucked his wife several times
during the night, thinking about Linda most of the time. He would have been appalled
had he known that his wife had been thinking about Robert Redford.
Jasper arrived just as breakfast was ending. Linda eyed him. Linda wondered if this was
going to be the boy who took her cherry. She could not imagine whom else it might be.
Nor did she have any objections. Jasper was not at all bad looking, suntanned, blue
eyed, straw-haired and, Wanda had told her, he had a big prick. That was the important
thing – better a country bumpkin with a load of cockmeat than a city slicker with a
small prick. Linda was very anxious to get fucked. Now that she had had cunt, she was
more eager than ever to have the real thing. Where would it happen? The outdoor
toilet? The hayloft? Linda didn't really care about where she got fucked as long as it
happened soon.
But Uncle Clayton said something about working the north field and the two of them
left together.
Linda glanced at Wanda.
"That's a shame," Wanda said. "They'll be out there all morning. I was hoping that
Jasper might be working alone so, well, you know. Now we'll have to wait."
"Oh, dear," Linda sighed. "I did so much want to have a nice big prick this morning."
Wanda looked speculatively at Linda.
"Oh, I can fix that," she said. "But it might not be quite what you were thinking of."
Linda frowned, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Well, remember when you asked me if Jasper was the first one to ever fuck me? And I
said he was the first guy?"
Linda nodded.
Wanda was grinning impishly. She leaned closer, lowering her voice, and said, "Well,
he was the first guy – but not the first cock."
"I don't understand," Linda said.
"I'd already fucked the dog," said naughty Wanda.
"The dog? You didn't?"
"Sure did."
"The dog?"
Linda was amazed. She had never for a moment imagined such a thing. It was too
wicked. Cuntsucking was bad enough – and nice enough, too – but fucking an animal?
Good heavens!
She thought that her country cousin must be pulling her leg. But as she peered at
Wanda, she saw that the dark little nymphette was serious.
"How could you?" she asked.
"Oh, it just sort of happened. It's fun, too. Dogs can't kiss and tell, like people – and
they sure are grateful for some pussy."
"Well, I'm certainly not fucking any dogs!" Linda declared.
"They whimper and whine-"
"No! I am not!"
"Blackie has a real nice prick, too – nice and big."
"I won't!"
"Suit yourself," Wanda said. "I was just doing you a favor. And Blackie, too, of course.
That's how it started with me, doing him a favor. I was petting him one day and
rubbing his tummy and I just happened to start rubbing his prick. It was an accident,
really. But his cock started to get big and hard and I figured that since I was responsible
for it, I was obliged to help him get his rocks off. Dogs can't jerk off, you know – they
ain't got no fists. So I decided to give him a handjob. That was all. I never intended to
fuck him. But once I began pumping away – well, I got carried away, is what
happened. It seemed an awful waste just to toss him off and waste all that nice cum
when I had an empty cunt. So I took my panties off and knelt down and sure enough
he knew just what to do. He hopped up on me and slipped his prick up my cunt and
that was that – doggy style."
Linda's mouth was hanging open. Her eyes were huge.
"It was so nice that I did it lots more, too. But I haven't fucked Blackie for months, now
– now that I get plenty from Jasper. Poor Blackie – he must be wondering why he ain't
getting any pussy now."
Wanda thought for a moment.
She said, "In fact, now that I think about it, it really isn't fair to let the poor dog go so
long without any. I guess maybe I'll have to fuck him this morning."
Linda gasped.
"Want to watch?" Wanda asked.
"Oh! Oh, it's so naughty! Oh – yes! I want to watch!"
Linda was fascinated by the very idea. She would never ever fuck a dog, herself, she
knew – she felt quite certain of that. But she sure wouldn't mind watching her cousin
fuck a dog. And if she got horny they could always do some more cuntsucking.
"Let's take a walk, huh?" suggested Wanda.
They left the house and walked towards the hills.
Linda had dressed like her cousin today, with short denims and a tee shirt. In those
short, tight denims, her pussy was starting to smolder. She still figured that there was a
chance that her naughty cousin was just teasing her, that it was all just a joke – but she
hoped not.
Now that she had gotten over her initial shock, the idea of watching Wanda fuck a dog
was tremendously exciting. It was awfully wicked, of course, but it was all the more
thrilling simply because it was forbidden.
When the dog saw them coming, he began to run about and growl menacingly at his
wooly charges, trying to go about his business, pretending he had not seen the girls
coming. In fact, he was a bit puzzled. He knew all about gangbangs, of course, being a
lusty dog who had often joined in the line up behind a bitch in heat, but he had never
encountered bitches who had chased after him for a fuck. He was also a bit annoyed at
Wanda for spending so much time with the hired hand and not enough with him. But
still, as he dashed about the flock, his prick began to harden.
Wanda called him to her.
Blackie came, slinking low down and wiggling.
She patted him and rubbed his ears.
"We'd better go over the crest of the hill," she said. "I wouldn't want my mother to look
up here and see me getting fucked by the dog."
They moved on over the rounded hill with the sheep dog trotting along beside them,
tail wagging happily. Wanda led the way to a shady patch of smooth grass bordered by
a few trees with leafy boughs. She sat down on the ground. She patted the dog again.
Linda looked on, knowing that this was the moment of truth. Would her naughty
cousin really do a thing like that with an animal?
Wanda reached under Blackie.
She began to stroke his cock.
Linda gave a little whimper. She sat down, too, so that she could look under the dog
and watch Wanda caress his prick. Wanda was holding his balls in one hand while the
other hand skimmed up and down his hairy cockstalk. The head of his cock came
squeezing out from his furry sheath. His prick was bright red and slippery looking. His
cock flared and pulsed.
Linda gazed with total fascination at the slab of prickmeat. Wanda moved her thumb
around against the underside of the dog's exposed cockhead, causing the dog to whine
and whimper and quiver all over.
"Want to feel his cock?" Wanda asked.
Linda was surprised to realize that she did. She hesitated. She figured that there was no
harm in just touching his prick. It wasn't much different than just petting a dog, was it?
And, never having felt a hard cock before, she was curious as to what a handful of hard
prick would feel like. She giggled nervously and reached under the dog. She began
rubbing his cock the same way her cousin had.
Blackie's prick expanded and tightened in her hand.
She loved the feel of a cock, she decided.
"Oh, look – the tip is starting to drip!" Wanda exclaimed.
A trickle of preliminary cum ran down the growing cock slab, leaving a glistening trail
behind. Wanda ran her finger over the fuck juice, gathering the sticky stuff up. Wanda
was grinning fiendishly. Looking at Linda over the dog's trembling haunches, she
brought her hand to her mouth. Her tongue pushed out. She licked up the slimy drop.
"Ummm-yummy," she purred.
"How could you?" Linda asked.
"Why not? It tastes as good as a guy's cum."
"But-" protested Linda.
"Anyhow, I blew Blackie once," Wanda added. "I let him come in my mouth and I
swallowed it – so I guess it don't make much difference if I just lick it a little now."
Wanda leaned in.
Linda bent down, looking under the dog's belly. She saw Wanda begin to tongue the
tip of his prick. Her pink tongue curled all around the dog's cock and cum dribbled
onto her tongue and lips. She kissed his tapered cockhead. Then, letting her lips slowly
part, she took the head of the dog's prick into her mouth and sucked.
Blackie began to hump, fucking into her mouth. Wanda slurped away with obvious
enjoyment for a moment, then pulled her lips free.
Linda was stunned.
"Want a taste?" asked Wanda.
"No. Oh, gee – it's so naughty!"
"Yeah," said the dark-haired farm gal, her eyes gleaming merrily. "But it's tasty, too."
Linda was dismayed and distressed. She knew that sucking a dog's cock was an awful
thing to do, yet she had been wondering what a mouthful of prick would feel like and
taste like. Even if Blackie was only a dog, his cock did look very tempting. Her cousin
had already done it, so Linda didn't think she should have to feel ashamed of herself for
doing the same thing. Her mouth started to water. She licked her lips. Wanda was
watching her, eyebrows raised in query.
"Well, I might just give it a lick," Linda whispered.
She didn't think licking was as wicked as sucking somehow.
Wanda folded her fist around the root of the dog's hairy prick and aimed the cockhead
at Linda.
Linda, her face flushed with lust and excitement and embarrassment, all at the same
time, dipped her head down. She took a quick, tentative lick and drew back. The meaty
flavor tingled on her tongue. Her mouth was watering for more. She leaned in again
and ran her tongue all around the slippery prickhead and then, not even thinking about
it, she sucked the cockhead into her mouth.
Her lips pulled. She slurped and gulped. It sure felt wonderful to have a mouthful of
dog prick, she decided. She wondered what it would be like if the dog shot in her
mouth. The idea no longer repulsed the frustrated girl. Wanda had admitted that she
had sucked the dog off and drank his spunk and it hadn't done her any harm.
A dreamy expression came over Linda's face.
She sucked merrily away.
Cum was dribbling from his cleft and running onto her tongue now. The taste made
her hungry for more.
But Wanda pulled the dog's prick away. The slippery knob popped from Linda's lips
like a cork from a bottle.
Linda looked up, surprised at being deprived of that succulent mouthful of dog meat.
"You were going to suck him off," Wanda said accusingly.
"Well-"
"I'd like to see you do that," Wanda said.
"I'd love to see him come in your mouth, Linda."
"I-I will," Linda gulped.
"But I'd rather watch you fuck him," said naughty Wanda.
"Me? I thought that you-"
"Oh, I can fuck him whenever I like. I thought it might be nice if you did it, honey.
Want to?"
Linda hesitated. The dog's prick had felt so nice in her mouth that she had to wonder
how it would feel up her cunt. Now that she'd sucked his cock, the thought of fucking
him was not at all repulsive. And her pussy really was smoldering. The hot little
teenager was confused. Should she lose her virginity to a dog? Or did that count? Was a
girl still a virgin until she'd had a human prick?
Wanda could tell that her blonde cousin was undecided. Wanda really did want to
enjoy a bit of voyeurism.
Wanda said, "Come on, Linda – let Blackie fuck you and then I'll suck his cum out of
your cunt."
That delightful prospect caused Linda to shiver.
She nodded doubtfully. Then she nodded again, this time eagerly.
"All right," Linda agreed.
Linda was going to get fucked by a dog.
She squirmed out of her shorts and panties. Blackie watched her, his tongue hanging
out, obviously a happy dog, eager to get his second piece of human ass. His prick was
so hard that his cock was humming like a tuning fork under his shaggy belly.
Linda got on her hands and knees.
Wanda fingered Linda's cunt for a moment, then beckoned to the dog. The shaggy
brute came over, stiff-legged, head cocked to one side. He sniffed at this strange, blonde
pussy. Linda giggled as his cold snout pushed into her hot slot.
Then the dog mounted her. He threw his forelegs up around her hips and began to
hump even before his prick was in her. The cockhead bumped against the backs of her
thighs and skimmed up her ass.
Wanda took his prick in hand and guided the prickhead into Linda's pussy. She moved
the dog's cock around in Linda's cunt slot, stirring the girl's creamy pussy with that
dog's big prick. Then she pushed the dog's cockhead in and Blackie took over. He
began to fuck his cock into Linda's cunt, burying his prick to the hairy root.
"Oh! Ooooh! Ahhhh!" Linda cried as she felt her cunt fucked full of cock for the first
time.
She lowered her head and shoulders and pushed her ass higher. She began to move
with the dog, grinding her cunt around on his prick, pushing her ass back as he fucked
in. Her cunt sucked on his prick. Her hips danced and weaved under the beast. The full
length of his prick was running across her clit as he fucked her. Being fucked thrilled
her to the core. Now that she knew the joy of being fucked, how could she ever bear to
have an empty cunt again?
She wanted her first fuck to last a long time and yet she wanted to feel the dog pour his
jism into her as well. She was ready to come.
Wanda was kneeling close up, watching, fascinated, as the dog's hairy prick vanished
up Linda's pussy, then emerged coated with cunt juice. She licked the dog's balls as
they swung in and out.
Blackie growled.
He fucked hard and Linda wailed as she felt a stream of hot dog cum hose her cunt.
Her juices melted around his cock.
The sheepdog kept fucking merrily away, emptying his cock and balls in this human
cunt, working off the spasms of his ecstasy to the dregs, and Linda squirmed around
under him, grinding her own juicy climax out to the last drop.
Blackie slowed, then stopped, panting as he rested on her upthrust ass.
Linda had a horrible thought. Did dogs get stuck up a girl after fucking like they did up
a bitch? Would Wanda have to fetch a bucket of cold water to throw over them? But
her fears were groundless. The dog pulled back and his cock slipped out of her pussy. A
flood of dog cum and cunt juice poured down her crotch.
"Oh, I loved it," Linda wailed.
Linda turned, her thighs parted. Wanda hovered close, her face flushed with pure lust.
She buried her head between the blonde's legs and began to suck her cunt with relish.
Linda came again as Wanda slurped the mingled fuck juices out of her steaming pussy.
Then it was only right and fair that Linda go down on Wanda and suck her off in turn
– so she did.

* * *

The two naughty teenagers lay side by side in the grass.
Blackie had wandered off to tend his flock. "That's the trouble with Blackie," Wanda
sighed. "He's only good for one fuck at a time. Probably getting old. That's why I didn't
want you to suck him off first, Linda. If he came in your mouth, he probably wouldn't
have been able to fuck you."
"That's a shame," Linda said.
Now that Linda had done some dog fucking, she felt less inhibited about such things.
"Maybe tomorrow?"
"Hummm?"
"Can I blow the dog tomorrow, Wanda? I do so much want to have a cock shoot in my
mouth."
"Even an animal's cock?"
"Any cock!" Linda said.
"Oh, I can fix that," Wanda said, grinning. "Oh? But if Blackie can't get another
hardon and Jasper is working in the fields..." Wanda rolled onto her side and began to
fingerfuck Linda's pussy. She kissed her tenderly. Then she said, "I've got another
lovely treat for you, Cousin, dear. Something real naughty."
What on earth could be naughtier than fucking a dog? wondered Linda, thrilled by the
idea even before she knew what it was.
"What?" she asked.
"How would you like to blow a horse?" said wicked Wanda...

* * *

Standing among the trees, smoking his corncob pipe and stroking his big prick, Uncle
Clayton watched the girls.
Untended while the sheep dog fucked lovely Linda, the sheep had strayed over the hills.
One had wandered down into the north field. Clayton, seeing this, had wondered why
Blackie was not keeping the dumb animals where they belonged, and he had gone to
investigate. He had come over the crest of the hill just in time to see Blackie mount
Linda.
"Well, I'll be damned!" he said.
Where had a city gal learned to fuck dogs? Who would have thought his little niece
would bring such sophisticated ideas to the farm?
He watched, fascinated, as his sheep dog fucked the girl. After awhile he opened his fly,
hauled his prick out and began to beat his meat slowly and steadily. He was still
smoking his pipe and every time he gave his cock a whack, he puffed out a great billow
of smoke, as if signaling his lust, like some big smoking machine.
He reckoned that Blackie was a darned lucky dog. Then Blackie pumped his scum into
Linda, and Clayton was amazed to see his daughter gobble the blonde's pussy. He
supposed that was another one of those city slicker ideas.
What that little gal needs is some good old country cock, he thought.
His legs began to shake.
The head of his cock billowed out a great cloud of frothy cum. It rose high in the air,
hovered for a moment, then turned ponderously over and fell heavily to the earth.
Clayton pumped out spurt after spurt, draining his cock and balls to the bone. He
gazed down at the cum glistening at his feet. Being a farmer, he wondered if cum made
a good fertilizer.
Then he thought some more about fucking Linda's pussy. He would have to make
some plans about that, he decided. It would be incest, no doubt, but what the hell? A
gal that fucked dogs couldn't be too particular about such things, could she?


Chapter 9

Wanda was thinking the same way as her father. A girl who would fuck a dog couldn't
be very particular. It hadn't taken much to persuade Cousin Linda to fuck Blackie. She
had sucked his prick, too, and expressed a willingness to drink his jism, so who would
expect the blonde girl to balk at the thought of blowing a horse?
Wanda enjoyed blowing the horse herself. She was offering that gigantic cock to Linda
as a favor.
"Oh, no – never!" Linda gasped.
Wanda was surprised that the girl's inhibitions had risen again, after she'd already
screwed a dog.
"How come?" Wanda asked.
"It seems so perverted," Linda said.
Wanda looked hurt.
"Well, I blow him," she said indignantly.
"Sorry," Linda apologized.
"Anyhow," Wanda added, grinning, "being perverted makes it more fun. And it seems
to me that you have no business getting on your high horse now, right after you've had
some dog cock."
"Well, dogs don't seem as naughty as horses," said Linda, knowing it was a most feeble
excuse.
Wanda shrugged.
"Well, suit yourself," Wanda said. "I figured you'd want to. In fact, I might go down to
the barn and give him some head, myself. Thinking about it got me excited. Want to
watch?"
Linda hesitated, then nodded. She certainly did want to watch such a perverted act.
Despite having refused to do it herself, the thought was making her pussy sizzle.
The two naughty nymphs put their pants and shirts back on and walked down to the
barn, hand in hand.
Linda said, "It must be ever so big – a horse cock."
"Ummm. Huge," said Wanda. "Much too big to fuck. Too big to suck, really. You can't
get much of it in your mouth, you know? Just the tip. What I do is tongue the head
while I jack him off with both hands, then when he's ready to come I open my mouth
wide right over the tip of his prick so that he shoots into my mouth. A horse comes an
awful lot, honey. It's like drinking from a fire hose."
Linda squealed at the thought.
Maybe she had been rash in refusing to blow the horse, she thought, as her mouth
began to water. She had tasted congealed cum from the seat on the bus, and she had
swallowed a few slippery drops from the dog's prick as cum oozed out in a preliminary
flow, and she knew that the stuff was delicious. She was dying to see what jism was like
when it came pouring out of a prick.
She had also made up her mind that she would suck the dog off tomorrow, and now
that she thought about it she had to think that it wasn't any more wicked to drink
horse cum than the dog jism. Yet, having already refused her cousin's generous offer,
how could she admit that she had changed her mind? She felt embarrassed all over
again – and mighty hungry for a load of thick, hot spunk.
They went into the big shadowed barn.
Wanda led the way past one stall, explaining that that animal, although handsome, was
a gelding. The horse regarded them with a baleful eye, as if he were regretting his
condition.
They went down to the stall at the end where another sturdy, broad horse was stabled.
The horse whinnied as they approached. He pushed his muzzle out over the door and
pawed at the floor with one foot. He seemed to realize why they had come to pay him a
visit. That was only natural, Linda supposed. In the dreary day-to-day life of a horse,
blow jobs must be memorable.
The girls went into the stall.
Wanda didn't hesitate. Reaching under the horse's thigh, she began to play with his
prick. She knelt down beside him and used both hands, as if she were milking a cow.
Linda knelt beside her to watch the process. The horse tossed his broad head about,
mane flying, and stood steady, four legs braced.
His cock began to respond to Wanda's expert manipulations. His prick lengthened and
hardened. His cock jutted down towards the floor, at first and then, as Wanda
continued to fondle and stroke, his prick began to rise. His huge cockhead flared out.
His pricktip was dark gray in color. His balls were gigantic. Linda thought of all the
jism they must contain and she started to really drool.
The horse's massive prick got bigger and bigger. His cock got harder and harder. His
prickshaft seemed to be almost as wide as Wanda's slender torso and Linda could see
why it was not possible to fuck a horse – although the idea had a certain appeal to the
horny teenager.
Wanda was licking her lips.
Linda envied her cousin.
Linda couldn't help herself now that she was looking at the horse's giant cock. She felt
that she simply had to have a taste.
Lowering her eyes, Linda said, "Oh, it does look so good – maybe I ought to try it,
huh?"
Wanda grinned. Wanda had expected her blonde cousin to have a change of heart once
she got a good look at the horse's massive cock. She had been hoping, in fact. Wanda
could blow the beast whenever the mood took her but now she was more interested in
watching Linda suck the horse's prick. She moved farther down the horse's side,
towards his haunch.
Linda moved up close. Linda reached out, palm upwards, and took the head of the
horse's prick in her hand as if she were weighing the big slab of dark cockmeat. His
prick felt like a lump of hot lead in her palm.
"Why don't you get under him, Linda?" Wanda suggested.
Linda, not knowing how to go about blowing a horse, was eager to follow her cousin's
suggestions. She sat on the floor of the stall and squirmed in under the animal. His
cockhead was looming straight out now, aimed right at her face. Her eyes crossed as
she gazed at the horse's prick, breathing hard now, licking her lips in expectation.
Wanda was holding the horse's cock at the root, pulling back with both hands and
causing his prickhead to throb and flare.
"Tongue it, Linda," Wanda whispered.
"Lick it, honey – lave it all over with your hot tongue!"
Linda pushed her tongue out.
She began to lap the head of the horse's prick with long, moist, slurping motions, her
tongue winding all around his dark cock. The cleft parted. She pushed her tongue right
inside. She opened her mouth wide but she could only get the tip of that delicious prick
in. Her lips turned out, almost inside out, as she struggled to gobble as much of the hot
prickmeat into her mouth as she could. She took the cockstalk into her hands, holding
his prick just behind the thundering cockhead and began to stroke him with a twohanded action.
As her cupped hands pumped his prick stalk, his cockhead got bigger than ever. Farther
down his enormous prickshaft, Wanda began jacking him again, keeping pace with
Linda, so that both girls were jacking the horse off into Linda's mouth.
His cock was so fat that they could not span his prickshaft even with both hands as
they pumped steadily away. Linda held her open mouth right against the parted cleft of
his knob. Her mouth was full of saliva, her taste buds tingling for his cum.
A strand of slippery jism poured over her lips and onto her tongue. Like any fine
appetizer, the cum made her hungry for more and she began to pump him at a faster
pace.
Wanda jacked with her, keeping up the increased tempo, almost as eager to see Linda
get a mouthful of horse jism as Linda was to swallow the lovely stuff... and the horse to
feed it to her.
The horse's broad haunches began to hump as he drove his prick through the grasp of
their four hands and pushed his thundering cockhead into Linda's eager face.
Cum was starting to flow freely. He hadn't come yet, but the juices were pouring out
heavily into the girl's mouth, driving her wild as she slurped them up, starving for
more.
They felt his cockstalk expand mightily in their hands.
His prickhead ballooned.
The horse snorted wildly.
Suddenly a jet of jism blasted from his cock into Linda's open mouth. The hot spurt
struck the back of her throat with such force that her neck snapped back and she
almost lost contact with his spurting cockhead.
But Linda forced her face forward again, her mouth still open wide, like a salmon
fighting its way upstream to spawn. As the horse spurted another rope of jism into her
mouth, the greedy girl pushed her head back onto his pricktip, gulping his lovely jism
down as fast as she could swallow in order to make room for more.
Sucking and stroking, the girls milked him dry.
Linda swallowed all that she could, but the load had been enormous and some of the
gooey stuff ran down her chin. She used her tongue to lick his cockhead clean, then
scooped the overflow up in her hand and lapped that as well, not wanting to waste a
single drop of her first mouthful of jism.
It had been so wonderful that the horny little girl felt no remorse and no regrets at all.
When she looked at Wanda, she was smiling happily, quite content with having sucked
off a horse, not at all ashamed of herself. But now that her hunger for cum had been
slaked, Linda was feeling very hot in the crotch again.
And Wanda, thrilled by having watched her cousin drink a load of horse cum, was just
as hot.
They exchanged a glance.
Then, without saying anything, they moved together. They kissed, kneeling, tits
rubbing against each other. Then they sank down onto the floor of the stall, starting to
undress one another as they prepared for another session of sixty-nining. They were
right under the horse, in the shadow of his drooping cock.
Then another shadow fell over them.
"Oh, oh!" gasped Wanda as she looked up and saw her father standing beside them in
the stall.


Chapter 10

Uncle Clayton had watched the girls walk hand in hand down to the barn from where
he stood, prick in hand, cum glistening on the ground at his feet. He wondered what
they were up to now.
He hadn't been really shocked by what he'd seen, however. He was well aware of how
horny teenage gals got. They had to take their cock where they could, he figured.
His own cock, despite having been whacked off, was starting to get big and hard all
over again. He decided to sneak down and look in the barn, hoping to find his daughter
and niece enjoying a bit more cuntsucking. Clayton had truly enjoyed watching that.
He wished that he had been closer so that he could have got a better view of his
daughter's tongue as she lapped up Linda's juicy cunt.
He waited until the girls had entered the barn and then followed them down, not
bothering to put his prick away since he hoped he would have occasion to use his cock
again.
When he looked in the door and saw them with the horse, his prick really began to
thunder. Linda was sucking on the head of the horse's prick, her lips wide open and
peeled back like a suction cup as both girls jacked the horse off into her mouth.
Squinting, Clayton watched closely.
He stroked his prick as he looked on. When he saw the horse hose the girl's face and
mouth with thick jism, Clayton was overwhelmed by lust. Then the two girls started to
go down on each other again and he knew that no handjob was going to satisfy him
now.
He marched into the barn and stood over them, his prick looming over their nubile
bodies.
"Oh, oh!" gasped Wanda.
"Ooooh!" wailed Linda.
"Well, I'm surprised at you, Linda – bringing your big city ways out to the farm," said
Clayton. He shook his head as if in disgust. "Teaching my daughter to suck cunt and
fucking my dog and drinking cum out of a horse's prick – it isn't seemly, young lady."
Linda blushed furiously.
But the girls noticed that, despite his condemning words, Clayton had his prick out and
his cock was big and hard.
Linda, having never had a human prick, eyed her uncle's cock.
"Are you gonna tell my mom and dad?" she asked.
"Nope," said Clayton. He grinned and the feigned anger left his face. "I'm gonna fuck
you instead."
"Uncle Clayton!" Linda gasped.
"Daddy!" squealed Wanda.
Clayton thrust his hips out and his prick loomed over them. The horse had been
satisfied but both of the randy little girls had not had a chance to come yet and they
gazed in wonder at Clayton's huge prick. Clayton worked his cock muscles, causing his
prick to throb.
"Oh, yes!" cried Linda, quite willing and eager to have some of her uncle's prick and far
too hot to care if it was incest.
Wanda lowered her eyes modestly and said, "I'm as much to blame as Linda, Daddy. I
been fucking the dog and sucking the horse for ages and I been fucking the hired hand
in the hayloft – so maybe you ought to fuck me, too, huh?"
He squinted at her.
"That's incest, daughter," he said.
"Yeah, but incest ain't near as wicked as bestiality," Wanda told him. "Fucking dogs is
lots more of a sin than fucking fathers – not to mention blowing horses."
"That's true," said Clayton although he had no idea if it was true or not. Truth and lust
had gotten mixed up in his mind. "I guess I have a fatherly obligation to keep you well
fucked so you'll lay off the beasts of the field, huh?"
"That's right," said Wanda.
Clayton saw his duty, all right. In fact, he had been longing to fuck his nubile, teenage
daughter for some time – ever since she became nubile – and now he was able to
justify and rationalize the act. He was not about to hesitate. He whipped his overalls off,
then stripped off his long johns. He doffed his frayed straw hat and put his corncob
pipe aside. He knelt down beside the girls.
Wanda rolled back in the straw, lifting her knees and spreading her slim thighs wide
apart.
"Save me from bestiality, Daddy!" she cried.
Clayton slipped his cock up her juicy cunt.
He began to fuck with vigor. Wanda met him stroke for stroke, her pelvis dancing to
his thrusts, her body jerking as if she were a puppet on a string.
Linda watched Clayton's fat cock bury itself up Wanda's pussy. She longed for some
herself and hoped that her uncle would have enough left over to fuck her next. She
began to crawl around the rim of the coupling, looking here and there, licking here and
there as well. She lapped Wanda's tits and she tongued Clayton's big balls. She ran her
tongue up the crack of his ass and dipped into his asshole, rimming him juicily. Tilting
her head, she slurped down his cockstalk as his prick pulled out of Wanda's cunt,
licking and sucking Wanda's cunt juice from his cockshaft and then lapping at Wanda's
cunt lips as they spread and unpeeled around that big plunger.
Clayton pulled out until only the tip of his cock was in his daughter and Linda used her
hot tongue on the head of his prick as his cock lay half buried in the girl's pussy. Linda
thought that human cock was tastier than dog and horse cock, especially when frothy
with cunt juice.
Snorting and moaning, Clayton poured his cum into his daughter's steaming cunthole.
Wanda wailed as she felt the lava of lust flood into her and her own orgasm crashed out
spasmodically. Fuck juices pumped from her cunt as his big cock fucked in, and greedy
Linda slurped the slime up joyfully. Clayton pulled his prick out.
His cock was still rock hard.
He turned toward Linda, his prick coming around like a fucking gun trained on her
hairy cunt target.
Linda flopped back and spread her legs.
Clayton fucked into her cunt with gusto. It was a happy occasion for lovely Linda. She
writhed under him, filled with prick and pleasure, loving her first ever cuntful of human
cockmeat while Wanda dipped her head in and used her tongue on cock and cunt
together.
When Linda came, she heard bells ringing.
In fact, it was the dinner bell that was ringing.
Aunt Maggie had the food on the table and she had been ringing the bell to no avail.
Jasper, in the north field, was too far away to hear it and the three fuckers in the barn
were making so much noise grunting and moaning and panting that they heard
nothing.
Aunt Maggie came out to investigate.
Jasper, taking note of the noon day sun, reckoned it must be high time for the midday
meal and he came walking in over the hills. Jasper and Maggie met near the barn. They
speculated on where Clayton and the girls might be. Then they heard lusty noises
coming from the barn. They exchanged a glance and a shrug. Together, the farmer's
wife and his hired hand went to the barn to investigate.
They were both startled by what they saw.
But not so startled that they didn't react.
Maggie and Jasper whipped their clothing off and joined in the fun.
Presently Blackie wandered in, too. The flock was straying, untended, through the hills,
and the sheepdog felt a little ashamed of himself for neglecting his duty, but with all
that human pussy bouncing around in the barn he had lost interest in sheep.
Blackie joined in.
Then the horse, not wanting to be outdone by a mere dog, got another hard on.
And Linda, at the bottom of a mound of cock and cunt and tongue, giggled as she
thought of the old song – how they gonna keep her down on the farm?
Linda knew the answer to that.


THE END
