MARGARET LOVED ANIMALS
By Ken Richards


Foreword

Most city people think that country folk live a rather dull life. Until the last two decades
brought all the technological advances which they did, country folk did live a rather
uninteresting life. The work was hard and there was little time for pleasure.
But with the advent of laborsaving devices leisure time became more abundant. And as
the farm community grew new activities were found to fill the new found free time.
But there were still some pleasures that were always present with farm folk.
Toby and Charlie were two youngsters with a lot of time on their hands. And they
found that they spent much of it together, alone in the bam. After working hours the
bam emptied out fast. But Toby and Charlie were not alone in that hay filled paradise.
Charlie's younger sister at first only watched her brother fuck his schoolmate, but she
was eager to join in. And her brother initiated her, gladly, into the pleasures of fucking.
The three youngsters spent hours of delightful pleasure in the solitude of that bam.
Aside from the conventional pleasures of sex are the unconventional. Among farm
people that is a subject that is rarely talked about. But the practiced of using farm
animals to experience the joys of sex is a very real part of farm life.
Margaret and Jed had been married for some years. Jed could have had his pick of any
girl in his high school, but he picked Margaret. Everyone .had been surprised because
Margaret and Jed were complete opposites. She was quiet and shy and Jed was loud and
active.
As a husband, Jed was very demanding about attaining his pleasure. But there were
some pleasures that she partook that she kept to herself – she loved the feel of a huge
prick up her cunt and she spent many a delightful hour in the bam with her menagerie
of lovers.
If city people only knew!


Chapter 1

"Oh Charlie, I'm afraid your cock is going to be too big," Ann moaned, her voice in a
tone of disappointed anguish.
"Don't worry," Charlie answered, wiggling his hips rhythmically. "It always seems that
way in the beginning. But after the head of it gets past the opening, it's clear sailing
from there on.
Toby, Charlie's younger sister, crouched behind the bale of hay and listened. She was
very careful not to make a sound, fearful lest she be found out and miss what was going
on.
Toby had been very careful to follow her brother and Ann, a girl in her class at school
as they had skirted the outer perimeter of the corrals, across the peach orchard, and
finally had crept up through the now dry drainage ditch to slip in the back door of the
barn.
Toby had known from the start where they had been going, so instead of following
them, she had merely climbed up into the loft, then from her vantage point, had
watched the couple as they carefully skirted all the likely places they could have been
detected. She had had to suppress an outright snicker as she had watched them ever so
carefully sneak into the barn. If they had only known that she had been watching them
from the beginning, they would have shit.
From where she was, Toby could clearly see what was going on. Charlie, grasping his
meat, was repeatedly thrusting his hips forward, between Ann's widely spread legs.
Ann, moaning loudly, and trying desperately to open her legs ever wider, was trying
desperately to give Charlie all the help she could. From the sounds coming from Ann,
Toby could imagine how hot she must be. Toby had mixed feelings.
Both anger and excitement were rushing through her. On one hand she was angry
because her brother was going to fuck her classmate. On the other hand, Toby was
hotly excited, and wished mightily that she could watch. In that vein she hoped that he
would be successful in his penetration of the writhing girl under him. In the other vein,
she hoped that he met with utter frustration.
This latter feeling was brought on by Toby's deep desire to be the girl under her
brother. She had heard about his reputation with the girls for over a year now. It was
well known in school, and more than one of her school chums had asked her if she
would help fix them up with him. She, of course, had always refused, pretending that
she didn't know what they were talking about.
The more her school friends had insisted, the angrier she had become. After all, who in
the hell did they think she was anyway? Some kind of pimp or something? Fuck them.
The longer the stories had gone on however, the more they had affected Toby. She had
seen her brother on a number of occasions with other girls, and she knew that most
likely there was more than a grain of truth to what was being said.
On her fifteenth birthday, her brother had kissed her, and even Toby had known that it
was more than a brotherly kiss. She had felt his prick pressing into her abdomen,
through his tight jeans. It had excited her mightily.
Other times also, Toby had caught her brother looking at her in a peculiar way.
certainly not the way a brother looks at a sister. Once, she wasn't quite sure if it had
been deliberate or not, she had walked in on him hurriedly, when he had been in the
bathroom. His rod had been hard and beautiful, sticking straight out. She had felt her
heart beating wildly for the next ten minutes. After that, even when they were at the
supper table, she had been embarrassed to look at her. Finally, unable to restrain herself
any longer, she had decided that she would spy on Charlie and see for herself if what
the girls at school said was true. What she would do then she hadn't the faintest idea.
But she felt that she could cross that bridge when she came to it.
Below her, she could see that Ann had wrapped her legs completely around Charlie's
middle, and it seemed as if he were pushing in and out a little more now than he had
been doing before. He must be getting set to fuck her, Toby surmised. The sounds that
Ann made confirmed her suspicions, and she pressed herself closer to what was going
on, so as not to miss anything. Between her own legs now, Toby felt an unfamiliar and
exciting tingle. She had been told by the girls that this was what happened to you when
you got hot. Toby enjoyed the feeling. It was exciting.
"Oh Charlie," moaned Ann. "It feels so good. It is going to go all the way in after all.
Damn! What a cock head you've got."
Charlie, busy now pumping back and forth, didn't answer her. He only chuckled, and
then sent his hips flying forward forcefully, causing her to moan loudly again.
The tingling feeling between Toby's legs increased still more, and she felt an
uncontrollable urge to rub herself. She knew that she wasn't supposed to. At least that
was what Miss Simms, the Sunday School teacher at the church had told her. She
remembered the day Miss Simms had caught one of the other girls in the outhouse,
fingering herself. Boy! The shit had hit the fan that day. She'd made the girl stand up in
front of the whole class and promise that she wouldn't finger fuck herself any more. All
the other girls had giggled, and Miss Simms had gotten real red in the face, and told
everyone what a sin it was.
Of course a lot of people made up a lot of wicked stories about Miss Simms. They told
about how since she was an old maid, she fucked a Shetland pony she owned, and that
was why she didn't need a man. Of course, Toby didn't believe all those stories. Not for
a minute.
Toby had gone along when a bunch of the girls had sneaked over to her place, trying to
catch her fucking the horse, only because they had said she was chicken if she didn't.
They hadn't seen a thing, except her feeding her chickens. Toby had been glad. She
liked Miss Simms, and although she thought the older woman had funny ideas, never
said anything against her.
The sounds and movements below her were reaching frenzy proportions now. Her
brother was ramming his hips into Ann with such force that Ann's legs were being
forced almost all the way over her head. Toby couldn't help thinking that such a
position must be uncomfortable, and that it might even hurt. But if it was, or did, Ann
wasn't saying anything about it. All she was doing was begging Charlie to do it harder.
Suddenly Charlie stopped, and whispered something in Ann's ear. Toby couldn't make
out what he said, but she heard Ann agreeing with whatever it was in a loud, sensuous
voice.
Then, Charlie backed off Ann, and as he did so, Toby could see her pussy, open and
spread wide. It looked as if it were swollen, and the hairs were wet.
Toby also got a look at Charlie's cock. It was as she remembered it being in the
bathroom that day, except that now it glistened brightly wet, in the traces of sunlight
that flickered through the cracks in the wails. The excitement within Toby increased
still more, and she could no longer resist the urgent urge she felt to rub herself between
the legs. She did so, through her tight jeans. It didn't seem to help much, but at least it
relieved the burning sensations she felt.
After getting off Ann, Charlie lay down on his back, his joint sticking straight up in the
air. It was one of the most beautiful things Toby had ever seen. She rubbed harder. In
the meantime, Ann had gotten to her knees, and now she was straddling Charlie, her
wet, swollen, pussy hovering just over his erect element. Reaching down, she grasped
him by his prick, and aiming it carefully, she lowered her cunt onto its hugeness. Now
Toby could see the whole thing clearly. She watched with utter fascination as the
enormous bulb on the top of his prick disappeared, following quickly by almost half of
the length of his joint. Toby heard Ann groan loudly.
"Oh Charlie! This is heaven," she said, then raising herself a little on his prick, she once
more pushed herself down, and this time almost all of Charlie's prick disappeared from
sight.
After adjusting herself slightly, and pushing herself up and down on his meat, slowly,
Ann began to steadily raise herself, then crash back down roughly onto Charlie. Each
time she would descend, she would utter a loud gasp, and more often than not, make
some mention of the thrill it was giving her.
All this time, except for an occasional grunt when Ann rammed herself down onto him,
Charlie hadn't said a word. He merely lay there, his hands on her hips, and let her
work her will. It didn't appear to Toby that he was having much fun at all. Only that
bitch Ann was enjoying it, she thought.
However, after awhile, she noticed that her brother tightened his grip on Ann's hips,
and now he was thrusting himself upward to meet her each time she would come
crashing down on him. Also, the grunts he made seemed louder, more frequently made,
and he began to moan.
"Oh, Charlie! I'm going to come. Fuck me Charlie!" Ann suddenly yelled. At the same
time she began bouncing up and down on him like she was riding a bucking bronco or
something.
At the same time she heard Charlie declare that he was going to shoot off in Ann, and
while she didn't understand exactly what they were talking about, she sensed that
something spectacular was about to happen. The tingling feeling in her own pussy had
reached such a state that the friction she was applying to it through her jeans just didn't
seem enough. Quickly, she thrust her hand down through the tight waist band, and was
busy rubbing her slit through her thin cotton panties. She was surprised to find that
they were all wet.
By now Charlie had bent his knees upward, and with his hands still on Ann's hips, was
pulling her down onto him as hard as he could, at the same time ramming himself
upwards.
Toby could hear both of them groaning and grunting, and from the way they were
thrashing around down there she guessed they were 'coming', or 'shooting off, of
whatever the hell it was they had called it. She herself began feeling a little dizzy, and
the faster she rubbed herself, the more her insides seemed to bum. Suddenly she felt
very queer, and it seemed as if a gigantic wave were rushing over her. At the same time,
her vision blurred, and it sounded like a freight train were roaring in her ear.
"Oh Charlie, you sweet son-of-a-bitch," she heard Ann saying as if from a far distance.
At the same time, through the blur, she saw Ann fall forward full length on top of her
brother.
Then the dizziness, the roaring train, the blur, and the crashing wave came together.
Toby was sure she was going to faint. Frantically she reached out to catch herself, but
she was too late. She toppled sideways, and in so doing knocked over the milk bucket
she'd been carrying with her. It fell onto the wooden loft floor with a bang, rolled a few
inches on its side, then fell over the edge. It crashed into the hard ground below with a
loud rattle.
"What was that?" she vaguely heard Ann saying, the tone of her voice alarmed. All the
while Toby was rubbing herself as fast as her fingers would move. She hadn't even
given a second thought to what Miss Simms had told her about what she was doing
being a sin. She couldn't have stopped even if Miss Simms herself had walked into the
bam.
"I don't know," said Charlie, his voice also sounding worried.
Although she couldn't see it, Toby heard frantic scuffling sounds below her, then Ann's
voice yelling that there must be someone in the bam with them. Charlie tried to calm
her, but Toby heard Ann yell something about her old man killing her if he ever found
out what she'd done. Secretly, Toby wished her father would kill the slut. Fucking her
brother like that.
Gradually, Toby's vision cleared, the crashing wave calmed to a gently bubbling brook,
and the roar in her ears left. She heard the sounds of running feet, Ann shouting at
Charlie that she would see him after, then silence.
"Who's here?" she heard Charlie yell, his voice a little shaky and low. Completely back
to normal now, aware that her panties were soaking wet, as was her hand, Toby
remained perfectly still. She cursed herself silently for her clumsiness. She had spoiled
everything. She was terrified that Charlie would find out that she had been spying on
him. She was afraid that he might tell their mother on them.
Then the absurdity of that dawned on her. She certainly had a lot more to tell than her
brother did. She felt better, and her confidence returned. Then she became worried of
what her brother would do if he found out. Probably hit her.
"Who in the hell's there?" she heard Charlie again shout, this time his voice much
steadier. Toby remained very still, hoping that Charlie might decide that it had been
just the wind, and go away.
Then she heard the sound of his feet on the ladder leading into the loft. Damn! He
would find her for sure. Quietly, she crawled behind the bale of hay, and kneeling there
she held her breath, not daring to breathe lest Charlie detect her presence. Toby
glanced about frantically for another avenue of escape, but knowing that there was
none.
Charlie was getting closer now, and she heard the sounds of his boots stepping onto the
floor of the loft. It would only be a matter of time now before he found her. Toby's
mind raced. If she could only come up with a good enough explanation for being up in
the loft, she might get herself out of this mess.
No matter what excuse Toby thought of, it sounded too phony. There was only one
reasons she would be in the lot at that time of day, especially being so quiet. That was
to have spied on Charlie and Ann. Charlie was sure going to be mad.
Just then Charlie stepped toward the loft door, and out of the comer of his eye caught
sight of Toby crouching behind the hay bale. Toby felt her face redden, and she looked
up at her brother sheepishly.
"What the hell you doin' here?" Charlie demanded angrily, taking a step toward her.
"Nothing," she answered feebly. "I ain't doin' nothin' up here Charlie. Honest! I just
came up here to get away from Ma. She's been lookin' for us girls to help her with the
chores, and I came up here to hide out. Guess I must have fallen asleep."
Seeing that their brother might be believing her lie, Toby hurried on with her
prefabrication, making it up as she went along. She just might be able to get herself out
of this after all. Yawning widely, she went on.
"Wonder how long I was asleep? Guess Ma should have all the chores done by now,
huh?" Toby yawned again.
Charlie, taking another step toward her, peered at her intently, trying to decide if she
was telling him the truth. Toby, convinced that she temporarily had him half believing
her, went on with her make believe.
"I don't believe," Charlie said suddenly. "Don't lie to me Toby!"
"I'm not lying, Charlie," answered Toby, but her face turned red as a beet and betrayed
the truth.
"You are!" Charlie repeated. "I know you saw us fucking over there. Admit it."
Toby did admit it, by her silence.
Charlie smiled and laughed. "So my kid sister is becoming educated! Well, how about
some more education?" Charlie reached out towards his sister and touched her blouse,
just where her young breasts poked out sensual curves.
Toby didn't move. She was afraid, and yet she wanted Charlie to touch her. Her breath
started coming faster, and she began to make little crying sounds. At first she was
startled when she heard the sound. She could hardly believe that it was her making it. It
had sounded just like Ann. Charlie's roving hand had left her tit now, and was
fumbling with her blouse. He soon had it open, and her small, firm, upright, tits stood
fully exposed for his inspection. Toby didn't wear a bra.
Quickly Charlie's head dropped and she felt his hot mouth cover the nipple of one of
her tits. The shock forced another groan out of her, and although she wanted to push
him away, she couldn't summon up the strength.
Charlie's tongue lit small, roaring, tingling, fires everywhere it touched, and Toby felt
her nipples swelling more than she had ever dreamed they could. They were so swollen
by the time Charlie finished with them that they actually hurt her. She couldn't help
wondering how long the hurt would last, for while it was slightly uncomfortable, it also
gave her an excited thrill she had never experienced before.
Now Toby felt Charlie's hand reaching for the zipper at the side of her jeans. At last she
summoned forth enough energy to protest, even if faintly.
"No Charlie. Don't. Please, it's going to hurt. I heard Ann saying that it did. Please
don't Charlie."
Charlie just kept right on unzipping her jeans and soon he was pulling them down over
her hips. Toby tried, at least faintly, to stop him, but even she knew that she really
didn't want him to stop. She had been telling the truth however when she said she
feared it hurting. She'd heard the same things from some of the other girls, about how
it hurt the first time, and she was afraid. Charlie soon had her jeans off, and now she
lay in the hay, with only her panties on, her blouse and jeans carelessly discarded beside
her. Fearfully, she looked at Charlie's prick, and couldn't help the sharp intake of air as
she saw how big it had gotten. She could clearly see the big veins standing out in bold
relief against the deep red color it had taken on. She was really frightened now,
remembering that once when she had tried to put her finger in her cunt, it had hurt so
much she'd stopped. If just her finger hurt that much, what in the hell would Charlie's
big cock feel like?
This time when she pushed against Charlie, her effort was real. She had almost
succeeded in pushing him off of her, when he grasped her by the wrists, and shoving
her back down, fell on top of her, and held her pinned down.
"Oh Charlie don't," she pleaded, this time in earnest. "Oh don't, 'cause it's gonna hurt.
I damn well know it's gonna' hurt somethin' awful. It's too big Charlie. It'll hurt so
much I'll holler, and Ma and Pa will come runnin'."
"No it won't Toby," Charlie said, trying to soothe her, and calm her down enough so
that he could get on with it.
"Just like I told Ann, it'll hurt just a little while the head's going in, then it's just gonna'
feel good. Real good!" He finished, with deep meaning in his voice, and waited for the
words to sink in before going on. "Didn't I tell Ann that?" he questioned. "And didn't it
happen just like I said, and didn't Ann say it felt real good?"
Toby, remembering the look of total ecstasy on Ann's face had to agree, and her
struggles, still faint, became even fainter. She was going to give in, and she knew it, but
she didn't want Charlie to think bad of her. Besides, she somehow felt that it was
wrong. After all, they were brother and sister. Just fucking was bad enough, but letting
your own brother fuck you was even worse. She was in a real dilemma.
Now Charlie reached down, and quickly yanked Toby's white, cotton, panties off. Now
Toby lay there, completely naked, her pussy fully exposed to Charlie. A deep red
signalled Toby's embarrassment, and she averted her eyes from Charlie's hard joystick.
She still dreaded the thought of anything that big being put into her cunt, but her own
desires and needs, outweighed her fears. She would let Charlie fuck her, and would
even help him. The burning inside of her increased still more.
Slowly, Charlie spread Toby's legs, and after token resistance, Toby allowed him to
come between them. As he moved Charlie's big prick bobbed sexily. Toby felt as if a
tight band were being pulled around her chest, and the throbbing within her own
tender, juicy, cunt increased still more. She felt as if she were swollen down there, and
then remembered how Ann's pussy had looked. She was sure that hers looked the same.
Charlie, his knees pushing Toby's legs still further apart, was laying over her,
supporting from resting completely on top of her by one hand, while the other hand
grasped his meat.
Toby, noting that Charlie's breathing was deep and harsh, wondered why he wanted to
do it to her if it made him so uncomfortable. Remembering the stories she had heard,
and what she had seen Charlie and Ann doing, she thought that it must really feel real
good; otherwise, people wouldn't go to so much trouble to do it.
Toby sincerely hoped so, because she was still afraid of how much it was going to hurt
her pussy when Charlie stuck in his dick. She just hoped it was worth it. The tingling
inside her cunt somehow convinced her that it would be.
Finally, Charlie had himself in a position that allowed him to completely cover Toby.
Her legs spread wide, imitating Ann, Toby waited for the first contact of Charlie's huge
cock. She waited, a mixture of fear and hopeful anticipation coursing through her body.
Toby's nipples hurt her so badly now that she wanted to cry out, but restrained herself.
The first contact of Toby's cunt to the huge head of Charlie's cock was nothing short of
electrifying. Toby jumped, as if she had been stung. Toby didn't know exactly what she
had thought it would feel like, but for some reason she just hadn't thought it would feel
the way it did. It felt like the head of a cock; damned if that didn't strike her as strange.
Reflecting, she realized that she had half expected it to feel something akin to a sow's
ear and a silk purse. She suppressed a giggle. As Charlie began shoving himself
forward, forcing the head of his cock between the narrow opening of her swollen cunt
lips, Toby lost all desire to giggle. Suddenly, the only thing she wanted to do was get
away from that gigantic tool that was beginning to pierce her virgin pussy, causing her
great pain.
"Charlie!" Toby gasped. "It's hurting! It's hurting me something awful, just like I knew
it would. Stop! Stop Charlie! I can't stand it."
Charlie said nothing, nor did he stop the steady, insistent pressure he was applying to
his hips, causing his prick to continue to cut slowly, and painfully, into Toby.
"Charlie!" Toby yelled, her voice taking on more and more fright. She was beginning to
get almost hysterical in her fear of pain, pain she was certain his cock was going to give
her. "Charlie stop!" she again cried, pushing at his shoulders with all of her frail
strength.
At last Charlie spoke. He knew that if he didn't, Toby would begin making so much
noise that she would be waking the dead. That was the way it usually happened.
Charlie had had plenty of experience in this line.
He couldn't help marvel at girls; especially that part of them. They yelled, screamed,
kicked, bit, cursed, begged, threatened, and cried; all to get him to stop putting his joy
stick into them.
Then, once he had it in them; they yelled, screamed, kicked, bit, cursed, begged,
threatened, and cried, only this time so he wouldn't take it out of them. Girls! Who
could understand them?
"Take it easy Toby," he whispered, trying to soothe her. "It'll be all right. I told you
before, it would hurt just a little. But only until the head goes in. After that, I promise
you it will feel better than you could ever have dreamed anything could feel.
"I promise Toby! Just relax. Open your legs a little further, stop fighting me, and it'll
soon be all over with except the wonderful part. Then you'll be glad you did."
Charlie said all this, all the while continuing the steady pressure, in a low whispered
voice, urgent with his own need. He knew that he was lying to Toby. She was much
tighter than he had thought she would be. Sonofabitch! She's a fucking virgin, he
realized.
Charlie couldn't control himself. He had looked at Toby many times before, and each
time he'd felt the same deep hot stirrings within his groin. He had wanted to fuck her
ever since he'd kissed her on her birthday. At first, knowing that she was his sister,
Charlie had felt terrible guilt feelings.
This had helped him control his unnatural urges for a long time, but the more he had
seen her, and the more she matured, the more he knew he wanted to fuck his own
sister. His own sister! The thought shocked him, but the hardness between his legs
would not be denied. He had waited, hoping that he would get his chance. At last it
had come. And in one of the most unexpected ways possible.
Charlie knew that once he got so far he would be able to go no further; not without
forcing it into her, and that would make her yell loud as hell. He knew he would hurt
her, but he always soothed any guilt he might ever have about that by remembering the
cries of unbelievable joy that the girls he fucked always gave after it was over.
That was the thing that he knew would make up for any pain he might cause her. The
only problem was that Toby wouldn't know that until the time came, and in the
meantime, she would yell her head off, and probably rear and buck so hard she might
dislodge him if he remained in his present position. He immediately took steps to
remedy that.
As his dick had pressed harder against Toby's virgin cunt, Toby had involuntarily
opened her legs still further, hoping, ignorantly, that by opening wider it would stretch
her pussy more, allowing easier access for Charlie's invasion of her burning, itching,
pussy.
Now that the pain was beginning to get more and more intense, the realization that
nothing she did would stop it; nothing that is except forcing Charlie to stop pushing his
big dick into her.
Charlie anticipated this, knowing that her next move would be to pull herself together,
trying to force him to relinquish his hold on her. Quickly, with experienced
movements, he slipped his arms under her legs so that the crook of her arm locked with
the back of her knee.
Then, swiftly, he shoved upwards, exposing her cunt even more, and rendering her
helpless to stop him from working his will on her. At the same time, to stop her from
crying out, he covered her mouth with his in a passionate, endearing, kiss, succeeding
in muffling her intended cries.
Having thus blocked all avenues of escape for Toby, Charlie flagrantly pressed forward
with his attack on her widely exposed cunt.
Toby struggled frantically now. She realized that Charlie intended to shove his prick
into her, no matter what it might do to her. Bravely, and with desperation, Toby beat
upon Charlie's shoulders, trying to dislodge her legs. It was all to no avail however, and
Toby felt the head of Charlie's cock manage to pierce her another quarter inch.
Valiantly she tried to cry out her protest, but with Charlie's mouth covering her own,
Toby managed only to issue a jumbled mumbling sound. Her brother pressed onward
with his demand.
Struggling ever more strongly, as the pain her pussy was feeling increased, Toby
thrashed about wildly, doing everything, and anything, she could think of to keep
Charlie from shoving that big thing into her. She had been afraid that it would hurt
from the beginning, but now that the pain was making itself known, it was even worse
than she could have imagined, and she wanted desperately to stop it.
Charlie, becoming more and more aware that Toby's struggles were greatly intensifying,
knew that he was going to have to succeed in ramming his dick into her soon, or she
would start raising so much hell that he would have to let her go.
Bracing himself, and tightening his grip on his sister, Charlie pulled back slightly, then,
marshalling all the strength in his body, rammed his hips forward as hard as he could.
The effect was immediate. Toby lurched under him frantically, doing everything in her
power to free herself. The pounding on his shoulders increased to a point that it even
began to be painful, and as tightly as his mouth already was placed over Toby's, he
realized that her anguished groans and cries were becoming audible. In fact, she was
making so much noise that if anyone had been in the bam, they would have noticed
something amiss.
Unknown to Charlie, there was someone else in the barn. Someone who had been there
all the time, even while he had been fucking Ann. Neither Ann, nor himself, nor Toby
had been aware that another pair of eyes were watching every move that was made in
the bam.
Even now, the eyes peered intently at the rapidly unfolding drama happening in the
loft, but, unlike Toby, they were being ever careful to avoid detection. They merely
continued to observe, silent, all seeing witnesses to the traumatic events being played
out under their scrutiny.
With his powerful lunge, Charlie had succeeded in almost getting the head of his cock
into Toby's tight little pussy. To Toby, it had felt like he was trying to ram a fence post
into her, and she had reacted just that way.
Deeply disturbed that he hadn't managed to get the head past Toby's untiring guardian
of nature, Charlie braced himself carefully, and prepared for one last, final, powerful,
assault. This time he was determined to send his prick crashing into the very depths of
Toby's burning love nest. He would not be denied.
Toby, sensing what her brother planned, braced herself also, equally determined that
the instrument of pain that still was poised at the entrance of her hole, would not
succeed in spreading more anguish through her body. She tried desperately to buck
Charlie off her. She even tried to bite him on the lips, but failed.
Then Charlie once again sent his groin slashing forward digging his toes into the rough
wooden floor, determined with an almost super-human will that he would achieve his
goal.
Simultaneously he felt, and heard, Toby screaming into his mouth. At the same time he
felt her pussy cover finally fall away, and the head of his dick go jamming forward,
easily shoving aside all resistance once the protective cover had been overcome. Deeper
and deeper he felt his cock plow into his sister's open slit, feeling her spreading herself
wider and wider, in a vain effort to escape the terrible torment she felt.
"Hmmmmhmmmhmmm," Toby mumbled and groaned into Charlie's mouth, at the
same time alternately pushing and pounding on his shoulders.
"HmmmmUmmmmAhhhOhhh," Toby kept breathing into Charlie, and as Charlie's
prick sank deeper into her, her frail flogging at his head and shoulders grew dimmer
and weaker, till finally they stopped all together. Then her arms were around him and
she was hugging him to her, her heels were drumming violently into his kidneys, and
her anguished, muffled, cries turned to deep, sensuous, longing, groans of passion.
Charlie had won.
He had turned her into a hot, clawing, biting, piece of wildcat, where only moments
before had been a shrieking, kicking, crying, little virgin. Even if it was his own sister,
Charlie couldn't help feeling a little proud of himself. After all, he had known that it
would happen this way. It always did.
As for Toby, when Charlie's big cock had finally broken through her screaming cuntlips, 
she had felt the most agonizing jolt of pain she'd ever believed possible. However,
almost miraculously, the burning, searing, pain had turned to the most wonderful,
shooting, sensations of pleasure that she had ever dreamed of.
The deeper his cock plunged into her, the more acute her feeling became, until at last
all she could think of was that she was going to faint. She didn't want that to happen
under any circumstances, since she would miss all the wonderful voluptuousness that
was now hers.
Besides, she had endured all the terrible pain that it had taken to get her this far. Now
she was entitled to the gratification that was the payoff.
Each time Charlie would push down into Toby, she would raise herself up to meet him,
savoring the delicious feeling inside of her. Like Charlie had said, it was the most
wonderful feeling in the world.
Now she understood why Ann had looked so contented as she had rode Charlie's
beautiful cock. She herself was feeling more wonderful that she had ever dared dream
that she could feel. She even understood why all of her girlfriends at school kept after
her to fix them up with her brother.
The knowledge that Charlie was her brother, temporarily forgotten in the beautiful
sensations that were coursing through her body, gave rise to a slight touch of
apprehension. She couldn't help it. She knew that what they were doing was wrong, but
she didn't care now. It was the most terrific thing she could ever have dreamed of, and
she didn't want it ever to end.
Just then Charlie, sure in the knowledge that Toby's actions indicated that she was
enjoying what his prick was doing to her pussy enough that she wouldn't try to stop
him, released the hold his lips had on her mouth.
He had been right, for the only sounds she made were sounds of ecstasy, followed by
low, satisfied moans of joy. From the way she was thrusting her hips up to meet him
each time he plowed into her, Charlie surmised that it wouldn't be long before she
came. He himself was beginning to feel the effects of his hard work, and he could feel
his spreading heat penetrating his balls with ever increasing frequency. It wouldn't be
long now before he shot off into Toby either.
"Oh Charlie," moaned Toby.
"It is wonderful. Just like you said. It's the most wonderful thing I've ever felt in my
whole, entire life. Please don't stop. I want you to. Just like you said, I want you to fuck
me. Do it Charlie. Fuck me!"
Charlie's answer was to ram his prick into her with such force that Toby squealed a
sharp, high-pitch, squeal of delight, tightening her arms about him, while at the same
time she arched her back as much as she could in an attempt to let him cram as much
of his dick into her pussy as he could manage.
Gone now were any thoughts of his being her brother. Gone too, were all thoughts of
pain, agony, hurt, or fear. In their place were only thoughts of the glorious things that
were going on inside of her.
Once more she began to feel dizzy. Once more it felt as if a big wave were crashing
over her, and the roaring sound returned to her ears. Her vision blurred, and she felt
that she was losing touch with reality. Only this time, instead of flinging herself about
trying to keep herself steady, Toby just relaxed, and enjoyed it.
Toby was confident that everything that was happening to her was good, and that she
would find the zenith of life at the end of the long tunnel she felt she was running
through.
Suddenly, at the end of the tunnel, she saw light, and she reached the end of it, the
light suddenly exploded and turned into a burning, blinding, fireball. It engulfed her,
sucked her into it, burned her, cooled her, soothed her, and killed her.
The wave and roar came together again, and the dizziness almost made her pass out.
She was aware of someone screaming, then was surprised to find that it was her.
She heard Charlie's voice, as if from a far off distance, imploring her to be quiet, but
she just couldn't seem to control herself. At last she felt his lips upon hers again, stifling
the screams of delight that tore themselves out of her insides.
Faintly, Toby became aware that she was clawing at his back so hard that he was asking
her to stop.
By then, however, she was crying with joy so much that she just didn't seem able to
make herself do anything. It was all she could do to keep from passing out.
Charlie, feeling Toby explode under him, began pumping into her with renewed vigor,
determined to spurt his come into her while she was still coming herself. He wanted to
come in her at the same time she came for the first time. It was something he'd never
done; come in a virgin at the same time she came for the first time.
She would never again feel that same, wonderful, thrilling, sensation, in exactly the
same way again, nor would she ever forget it. It might dim in her memory, but she
would never, ever forget the first time. He also wanted her to remember the wonderful
feeling of having his hot, cream spurting into her insides also.
Working with increasing speed, Charlie pumped, and humped away at Toby's now tom
pussy, the soft, velvety, membranes inside it caressing his throbbing prick lovingly,
pleasingly, literally begging it to explode inside with its load of infinite eternity.
Charlie's super sensitive cock head, vibrating wildly now with each thrust he heavingly
made, began to tingle and bum. He himself was now on the verge of reaching the
pinnacle of delight, and he hastened towards his destruction and undoing.
Again and again he crashed into his sister, being rewarded with each ramming thrust,
by the feel of her razor sharp fingernails raking across his back. Even through his heavy
wool shirt, Charlie could clearly feel them.
Also Toby was holding him so tightly about the waist with her legs, which she'd locked
behind his back at the ankles, that Charlie had difficulty moving. Charlie heard his
sister sobbing, but felt no pity since he knew they were sobs of pure ecstasy, not cries of
pain.
At last Charlie felt his own man milk pour out of its hiding place in his balls, and boil
over into his cock. The hot cream jetted out of the end of his prick then in great gushes,
sending Toby into renewed fits of delightful luxuriance.
"Oh Charlie," she cried into his ear. "What's happening? What is it Charlie? I feel
something splashing inside of me, and its coming out of you. What is it Charlie? Ohhh,
it feels so good. Don't stop Charlie. Don't ever stop."
"I'm shooting off in you Toby," he answered breathlessly, pounding away at her
mercilessly. "I'm coming inside of you Toby. Ahhh," he moaned, then fell into a fit of
mumbled whispers, most of which were his sister's name.
Toby lovingly hugged her brother to her, happy only now in the knowledge that she
loved him. Both as a brother and as the man who had made a full woman of her. She
knew that they would never be the same again. Not now. They would never again look
at each other without remembering this moment.
At last Toby felt Charlie spurt out the last of his juice into her, then felt his body
shudder violently and go limp. Charlie didn't move. He just lay there on top of her,
panting, gasping, trying to get his breath.
Toby, feeling a tenderness toward her brother that she had never before felt in her life
gently caressed his back, which a short while before she had been viciously attacking
with her nails. She too was breathing hard, but not as hard as Charlie.
After awhile, Charlie having regained his composure, raised himself up on both arms,
his prick still deep inside Toby. He smiled at her weakly, then averted his eyes. Now
that his animal desire had been satiated, he couldn't help the wave of regret and
remorse that swept over him.
Sonofabitch Charlie thought to himself. My own fucking sister. I must be some kind of
nut. Fucking my own sister like this. What if someone ever found out?
Gone now was the powerful, driving, force that had compelled him to rip into her tight,
virgin pussy. Gone now was the deep, raging passion that had cast all caution to the
wind.
Gone too was Toby's cherry! And if she ever told on him, and his pa ever found out, he
would cut off his balls. Charlie began to feel frightened now. He had to get hold of
himself and make plans. Sure, Toby had acted just like all the others once he started
fucking her, but that didn't change the fact that she was his sister. Shit! There would
sure be hell to pay now.
Just then he felt her cool hands on his face, and managed to look at her. She smiled at
him, and pressed her hands gently to him. She tightened her legs around him, and
moaned softly when his now limp cock throbbed once inside her in response to her leg
tightening. There was something about the way Toby looked at him, and the softness of
her touch that reassured Charlie. He was sure that he wouldn't have anything to worry
about from his sister.
Remembering how she had turned into a wild animal once he had plunged fully into
her, Charlie had to smile to himself for even wondering about it. She had enjoyed it as
much, and maybe even more than he had. In fact, the only thing he would probably
have to worry about her with would be her wanting some more, real soon.
Smiling down at her, Charlie moved his hips sensuously, sending renewed waves of
passion climbing through Toby. She stopped smiling at him, and her gaze became more
serious.
"Again, Charlie?" she asked, half hoping, half dreading.
"Naw," he answered, fearful lest they press their luck too much. "Better get outa' here.
Can't ever tell when one of the kids might decide to come sneaking around here."
Smiling again, he shoved himself into her, and went on, after she had wiggled
thankfully, and moaned slightly.
"Besides, there's other times. That is – if you want to do it again." This last was said
deliberately teasing, Charlie trying to bait her.
"Oh yes, Charlie," Toby answered seriously, not realizing that Charlie was teasing her.
"I do want to do it again. Soon. We can, can't we? I mean this won't be the last time
will it? Huh Charlie?"
Charlie, pleased at her innocent pleadings, laughed slightly, at the same time leaning
down and planting a heavy kiss on her bee stung lips.
"Sure Toby," he answered. "We'll do it again. Lots of times. But right now we better
split outa' here before someone gets wise. Then we won't be able to do it no more."
Rising up, Charlie reluctantly pulled his flaccid meat out of his sister, marveling at the
sucking sound her tight pussy made as his prick pulled free. Man, she sure had been
tight. One of the best fucks he'd ever had. He was glad he had been the first one.
After Charlie had gotten to his feet, he first found Toby's panties, and tossed them to
her. Quickly she pulled them on, and Charlie handed her her blouse and jeans. Soon
Toby had completely dressed, and after being carefully inspected by Charlie, they both
climbed down from the loft.
Unknown to them, the same pair of eyes that had been watching them all the while,
also observed them as they walked casually out of the bam, just as thousands of
brothers and sisters the world over did.
Only this pair of eyes knew that Charlie and Toby were different than most brothers
and sisters. They had just fucked each other royally, and Toby had had her cherry
broken by her own brother.
The sweat poured freely from the peeper's brow, and his breathing was heavy, strained.
For the first time since he had taken up his vigil, he relaxed, and allowed himself to
breath deeply. The sound was loud in the now deserted bam.
The peeper's hands were wet and clammy. They were also covered with deep, warm,
fresh, come. During the time he had been watching what Charlie did, first to Ann, then
to his sister Toby in the loft, the peeper had jacked off twice.
Each time he had shot off, the peeper had bitten deeply into the red bandana that was
tied about his neck. Now, quickly undoing the handkerchief, the peeper used it to clean
off his sticky hands, being careful to wipe the tell-tale signs of jelly-like sperm from
around and between his fingers.
At last satisfied that he would pass inspection, the man stuffed the stained piece of cloth
deep into the back pocket of his coveralls, and after taking one last, swift, look about to
make sure no one was about, he too sauntered out into the sitting sun.
Jed Anderson, Charlie and Toby's father, saw his two children stepping into the back
door of the neat frame, farm house. He headed in the same direction, whistling softly
under his breath. He was glad now that he had decided to fix the rope pulleys in the
barn that afternoon. He'd learned a lot.
His first reaction, when he'd seen Charlie taking the Beecher girl into the bam and
laying her down in the hay had been to stop it. Then, as he got a good look at the girl's
long, gently tapered legs, and her young, sparsely haired cunt, he'd decided not to say
anything, and just see what happened. After all, when he'd been a boy, he'd gotten his
share of pussy in the bam. Just the thought of it made his rod hard.
Watching his son fuck the young girl seemed to breath some life back into him. He felt
his own meat on fire, and almost without realizing it, it was in his hand. He had just
shot his load, watching the two writhing forms on the ground in the stall, when the
bucket had come crashing down from the loft above. He'd been so startled that he'd
almost given himself away.
Later, as Charlie had climbed into the loft and found Toby there, Jed had almost shown
his hand. But he himself had looked at his daughter with lecherous eyes, and the
thought of watching his son fuck his daughter somehow excited him more than he'd
ever known. As they had come together, he had shot his load for the second time, and
then had been extra careful not to give his presence away.
As Jed walked slowly towards the house, he hoped his wife was handy, and that the
kids were all out of the house. He knew that Charlie and Toby would be up in their
rooms, and that they wouldn't be likely to come down for quite awhile.
That would be just fine, because just thinking about what he'd seen, especially the part
about how Toby had yelled when her little pussy experienced its first real woman come,
made his cock rise up hard and ready.
He sure did hope that his wife was alone in the kitchen. If she was, she sure as hell was
going to get fucked; laying right over the kitchen table.
Thinking about fucking Margaret like that made his hard-on grow even larger, and his
step increased.
The more he thought about it, the more he decided that even if his wife wasn't alone in
the kitchen, he still was gonna' fuck her. He'd send the kids out to do some fool chores,
anything just to get them out of the house long enough to fuck Margaret with her
laying over the kitchen table. It had been a long time since he fucked her like that.
Almost since before the first kid had come.
Margaret, Jed's wife, was a good looking woman, and although the hard life of a farm
had taken its toll, she still was one hell of a good looking woman. Everytime Jed got
close to her, he felt his prick get up there. Funny thing thought. For some reason they
didn't seem to fuck as much anymore. They used to fuck all the time. Well, at least
every chance they could get. It seemed to be over somehow and over without his liking
or approval.
It was an unusual situation for a man like him and he didn't know quite what to think
about it.


Chapter 2

Margaret Anderson looked up, then smiled as she saw her two children come through
the back door. She was glad they were together, and not fighting for a change. That was
something anyway. Seemed to her they had been doing a lot of brother and sister
fighting lately, more than usual. It was glad news to see the two of them being nice to
each other for a change.
After telling them to hurry and wash for dinner, she turned away from them and went
back to fixing dinner. She was later than usual. She'd been very busy all afternoon, and
it had seemed as if the time had just flown by. Luckily she still had half a roast left over.
Wouldn't be too big a job to reheat it, make some gravy, and have supper ready on
time. The other children would soon be coming in too, and they would all be starved to
death.
As her husband walked through the door, she smiled at him also, then, getting a look at
the gleam in his eye, turned away quickly. She knew that look in Jed's eye. His prick
was hard, and he was wanting to poke it in her. That was the last thing she wanted on
a day like this. Couldn't he be like other men his age? After all, they had been married
for almost twenty years now, and all he ever thought about was fucking her.
He fucked her at night, then woke up in the morning with a hard-on. The horny sonof-a-bitch 
just wasn't human. No man was supposed to be able to fuck like that.
Quickly she glanced at him out of the comer of her eye, and her suspicion was quickly
confirmed. He had a hard-on, and had already taken it out of his pants, and was
walking towards her.
Turning on him, waving the pot holder in her hand, she said, "Now damn it, Jed, I ain't
got time for no fooling around. I'm already late with supper, and the kids'll be in here
any minute howlin' for supper. Now put that thing away and act your age."
"I'm gonna fuck you, Maggie, and you might as well stop bitchin' about it. You wanna
lay across the table, or you want me to pump it to you standin' up where you are?"
The tone in his voice, plus the steady way he walked towards her, convinced Margaret
that she would wind up being fucked, whether she liked it or not. And of late Margaret
didn't like it. In fact, Margaret had never really liked it, although in the beginning it
had been sort of fun.
Bracing herself, and showing her displeasure and anger, she again repeated her
arguments, all the while knowing that they would do no good. When Jed Anderson got
fucking in his head, there was only one thing that was going to happen. Someone,
particularly her, was gonna get fucked. After making one last feeble attempt at stalling
him off, Margaret gave in. She knew without a doubt that there was no other way. The
horny bastard.
Moving swiftly, Jed pushed Margaret over the table top, face down, and lifted her wide
skirts. In a jiffy he had her panties off, legs spread, and was nudging her cunt from
behind. All the while Margaret lay face down, gripping the far edge of the table,
grimacing as she felt Jed's cockhead probing at her cunt-lips. Why did he have to have
such a damned big cock, Margaret reflected, remembering how much it sometimes hurt
her. It seemed that the older he got the bigger his prick grew. Son-of-a-bitch, but Jed
was a horny ass right now. She couldn't remember the last time his throbbing meat had
had such urgency.
Finally, after several false starts, Jed's prick managed to penetrate Margaret's cunt. He
rammed his rod into her so hard that she emitted a loud yelp, and felt herself lifted
almost two inches off the floor. She felt Jed's rock-hard joint driving deep inside her,
and in spite of herself she began to feel her own juices begin to flow and lubricate the
inside of her pussy.
Pulling back a little, Jed sent his cock flying into her again, raising her another two
inches off the floor, and almost getting another yelp out of her. But this time she was
prepared for him, and grasping the edge of the table for support she gritted her teeth,
and bore the brunt of his thrust soundlessly.
Not to be denied, Jed pounded into her time and again, getting an occasional grunt, or
a low moan. Once, in an effort to conceal the growing passion that was rising quickly
inside her, Margaret pleaded with him to hurry, saying that one of the children might
walk in.
Although she didn't know it, one already had, and was watching Jed hick Margaret
intently. Sally, Toby's younger sister, watched with wide eyes as her father's prick
slammed into her mother's pussy time and again. She knew what they were doing,
having heard the girls at school talk about it. Some of the girls claimed that they had
already been fucked themselves, although Sally thought they were just bragging.
Her eyes, bulging so much she thought they might pop out, Sally was unable to tear
herself away from the sight. Her father's cock looked enormous, and she couldn't help
wondering if it didn't hurt her mother when he slammed into her like he was doing.
The occasional grunts that came from her mother further convinced Sally that it did
indeed hurt.
Just then she heard someone coming down the steps from upstairs, and glancing
around quickly saw that one of the pantry doors was open. Quickly she ducked into it,
not letting the door close completely so that she might see who it was coming down,
and know the minute they left so she could keep watching her father pop it to her
mother.
Through the crack in the door, Sally saw her sister, Toby, coming down the stairway.
When she reached the bottom she headed in the direction of the kitchen. Under her
breath, Sally swore. Toby was going to ruin it all. If she walked in on Ma and Pa, they
would stop whatever they were doing, and Sally would be cheated out of getting to
watch. She felt her own little twat itching something awful, and wished right then that
her older sister would drop dead.
To her surprise, Toby suddenly stopped, then appeared to be listening intently.
Tiptoeing, Toby approached the doorway leading to the kitchen and took up the place
that Sally had just vacated. Damn, swore Sally.
She was going to get to see it all, and Sally would be stuck in that damned pantry.
Toby, peering through the edge of the curtain that Sally had been peeking through, saw
her father ram his prick into her mother. Her first thought, from the position of her
mother leaning over the table on her stomach, was that her father had his cock stuck up
her mother's ass. Just the mere thought of that excited Toby even more than the
fucking she'd just gotten from Charlie. She once again felt that now familiar tingling
sensation in her own pussy. Unconsciously she reached down and began rubbing
herself.
As her father's cock reappeared again, Toby was shocked to see how big it was. It was
even bigger than Charlie's and she had been sure that Charlie had the biggest cock in
the whole world.
Then Toby saw that her father was indeed fucking her mother in the cunt. She got a
good look at it when he almost pulled his cock all the way out. Toby had even gotten a
brief glimpse of her father's cockhead, and she emitted a low gasp. It was the biggest
thing the girl had seen in her entire life. She had trouble believing for a moment that
her mother was actually able to take anything that big in her pussy.
Then she got a glimpse of her mother's cunt. It was much larger than her own little
pussy, and she looked at her mother's cunt-lips with openmouthed awe. Then it was
lost from view as her father plowed his huge cock deep into her mother's insides again,
lifting her a couple of inches off the floor. Toby heard her mother moan loudly, and the
itching of her own pussy increased.
Her father was gripping her mother about the hips and repeatedly plunged his
enormous meat deep inside of her. The harder he plunged, the louder her mother
would moan. After a time Toby couldn't help to notice that her mother seemed to be
pushing herself back onto her father's big prick, and from the way she had started to
wiggle her ass, it was plain to Toby that she was about to come, and Toby began to rub
her own little pussy all that much harder.
"Oh, Jed," Toby heard her mother breathe loudly. "I'm going to come. Damn you. You
oversexed bastard."
Toby heard her father chuckle, then slam himself into her mother so hard that this time
he lifted her almost half a foot off the floor, and if his dick hadn't been so deep inside
of her, she would have gone crashing over the table. Instead, her mother only groaned
loudly, and begged Toby's father to shove his cock into her deeper, and harder.
Toby heard her mother begin to whimper and cry out that she could feel Jed coming in
her. It was true. Toby had been watching her father's cock ride in and out of her
mother's cunt so intently, she hadn't had time to look at his face. One look convinced
her that indeed her mother was feeling him shoot his juice into her. Her father's face
was twisted and contorted, and then he jammed his rigid rod roughly into her mother
and held it, much in the same way Charlie had shot his come into her. She even saw
her father shudder a little, then heard her mother begging him to pump her a little
more, so she could finish coming. He obliged, pumping into her rapidly several more
times.
"Ohhh... Jed," Toby heard her mother moan. "I'm almost finished. Fuck me harder!
Deeper! Ohhh... fuck me."
With that her mother collapsed across the table, and then lay very still, except for the
loudness of her breathing, punctuated by her rapidly rising and falling shoulders. Toby,
made so hot she could hardly stand it by what she'd seen, was rubbing herself as hard
and fast as she could, trying desperately to come again herself.
The sight of her father's cock, getting limp now but still a formidable-looking weapon
by any standards, being slowly pulled out of her mother's dripping wet cunt, was all
that was needed to push Toby over the line. She felt the hot fluid begin to pour out
onto her jeans, and quickly soaking through, moistened her hand. While upstairs, Toby
had taken off her panties, and had come down only so she could quietly soak them,
without her mother seeing her. She knew that if she left the tell-tale signs of both her
and her brother's come on the crotch, there would be a good chance of someone
finding out what had happened in the bam that day. She hadn't bargained on what she
would be treated to once she arrived downstairs.
Sally, at first confused, and even a little shocked, had watched her older sister finger-rub
herself with open mouthed awe. For all she had ever thought, Toby never had any
feelings like that, and it surprised her to find that she did. Of course she knew that she
herself had been regally aroused by what she'd seen, but for some reason she'd just
never thought about anyone else feeling the same way.
She could just imagine the scene that Toby had witnessed, and the daydreams about
that, plus watching the look of deep, satisfying pleasure that came over Toby's face
slowly as she had obviously come, had made Sally so hot that she too was busy rubbing
her tight little cunt. She rubbed away at it so hard that she feared it would become raw,
but just then she felt the warm glow she'd come to love, even if she didn't know what it
meant, flowing over her, and all else shrank into insignificance.
Sally noticed Toby suddenly scurry away from the door, and heading down the hallway
that led into the living room, Sally saw her stuffing something pink into her jean
pocket. She wondered idly what it could have been, but was more thankful that Toby
hadn't seen her hiding in the closet. Her sister had passed so close to her that she could
have reached out and touched her if she'd wanted to.
The haste with which Toby had fled indicated that the fuck-fest that had been going on
in the kitchen was over, and as if to provide further proof, Sally saw her father walk
through the doorway. He had a broad, satisfied smile on his face, and didn't even
bother looking in her direction. He went directly to the stairway leading to the second
floor of the three story frame farmhouse, and immediately disappeared from view.
Waiting only a few second more, Sally quickly left the closet, and headed for the living
room also.
Toby, seated at one of the chairs by the large library table that their parents had bought
for the children to study on, barely looked up when her younger sister approached. She
acted as if she were hard at work on her homework, and using the neatly arranged
reference books in the nearby shelves to help her. Their parents had been very big
about getting a good education for their children, and had spared little expense in
equipping the simple but adequate home library with almost every known reference
material the school library itself had. The kids, justly proud nonetheless, had
complained bitterly about the fact that theirs was the only home in the valley with a
library in their living room. Secretly, they were glad that it allowed them to come home
early from school, instead of having to stay in order to use the school's library while it
was open. It gave them much more freedom than the other kids in their class had.
Sally couldn't help resenting the casual way in which her sister reacted. After all,
reflected Sally, she had just seen what a hot-pants little bitch she really was. Who did
she think she was to put on airs like that?
Seating herself alongside her sister, she cleared her throat, trying to attract her
attention. Toby, still a little shaky from her day's erotic experiences, ignored her. This
served only to further infuriate Sally. Angrily she picked up a volume, and then
deliberately dropping it on the desk waited for Toby to say something. Aside from
giving her a dirty look, her older sister refrained from comment.
"Sorry," Sally said, deliberately putting a sarcastic tone in her voice. "Do hope I didn't
disturb you."
No answer. Toby just continued to pretend to be very busy with her studies, this time
not even bothering to look up.
Toby's total indifference, and as far as Sally was concerned, patronizing, attitude
towards a younger sister, was more than Sally could stand. With the reckless
abandonment of youthful ignorance, Sally dropped her little bombshell.
"Or," she said, pausing to make sure that Toby was listening, then going on, "maybe
nothing can disturb you after what happened between your legs."
Toby felt the blood pounding in her temples. She was sure that she and Charlie had
been seen, and by Sally of all people. Toby's sister, like most younger sisters, resented
the fact that Toby got to do many things that she didn't, and had seen more than one
boy at school that she had eyes for go for her older sister. Toby, although not
belligerent in her attitude towards Sally, nonetheless considered the girl a pest, and
frequently shorted her. The thought that the other girl might now be in possession of
some information as damaging as what had happened in the bam frightened Toby
immensely.
"You must have quite a bit of practice," went on Sally, smug now that she was sure she
had her sister where she wanted her. She had seen the look on Toby's face, and not
knowing what it was that had upset Toby so much, had erroneously concluded that it
was the incident in the hallway.
"Being able to do it to yourself through your jeans like that takes quite a bit of know
how. Bet you've even let a boy try it more than once, too." Sally's last remark was said
with such contempt that she couldn't restrain a deep, satisfied chuckle that escaped
from her.
At the same time, however, she gave Toby back her shattered nerves. So that was what
the little snip was talking about, mused Toby. She had seen her fingering herself in the
hallway. While it was damaging all right, it certainly was on no level with what had
happened in the bam. Even if Sally did open her big mouth, which Toby was sure she
would, there would be a little hell to pay, but she would come out of the incident
relatively unscathed. Besides, she was sure that her parents wouldn't want too much
known about what had happened between them in the kitchen, anyway. There was a
good chance that she would get by with nothing more than a scolding, and that from
her mother.
Toby relaxed, now not worried. Then it dawned on her. How could the little shitass
have seen her, unless of course she had been watching herself. Sure! That had to be it.
She must have been watching most of the action herself, and seen what Toby had done
in the process. Feeling even more sure of herself, she decided to take a shot in the dark,
and if she hit anything, push even harder.
"O.K., snip," Toby suddenly replied, letting her feelings slip into her voice like the
cutting edge of a knife. "Let's tell the folks what you saw, or at least what you thought
you saw. Then, after you're through playing fink, I can tell them about what you were
doing. Should make them very happy."
Sally's expression betrayed her. Unprepared for this sudden turn of events, and the tone
of Toby's voice catching her completely off guard, she could only stare at her. This was
all Toby needed. Her shot had hit something. She moved in for the kill.
"Would you like to go first, or should I?"
"Wh... what do you me-mean? You couldn't have... I mean, you didn't see nothin'!"
Sally peered at her sister intently, trying to figure out just how much she knew. Could
she possibly have seen her peeking before Sally had heard her coming down the stairs?
She couldn't have. Otherwise, why would she have let her see what she was doing? But
then again, she might have thought Sally had gone into the living room, just as she
herself did when she saw her father coming. It would have been possible that she could
have seen Sally, but not seen her sneak into the pantry.
"O.K., snip. You just stick to that story, and see how long it takes Pa to tan your little
ass. Pa'll know how to get the truth out of you. Me? I'll just own up to it, and at best
I'll probably get sent to my room without supper. But you? Wow! First, Pa will beat the
shit out of you for what you did, and then again for lying about it. Boy, are you going
to get it."
Toby finished with a fiendish laugh, confident now that she had her sister where the
hair was short. She still didn't know what she had done, but she knew that she had
done something. What it was really didn't matter. It would still be enough to insure her
younger sister's silence.
Sally, badly shaken by this unexpected turn of events, tried desperately to save herself.
She still could not believe that her sister had indeed managed to see what she herself
had been doing, but it was obvious that she had. She knew that she would have to
make some kind of bargain.
"You... you're just making that up. You couldn't have seen anything. You're just trying
to make me look bad, and they won't believe you. I'll tell them. I'll tell them that you
said you were going to make up those stories about me if I told on you. They'll believe
me. Just you wait and see!"
Having helped build up her confidence a little with her speech, and almost convincing
herself in the process, Sally waited for Toby to answer, her breathing deep and strained.
When Toby only laughed, a high, tingling peal, Sally knew without a doubt that she
was sunk. Toby had seen her for sure, and when she was able to tell her Pa exactly what
she had been doing, he would believe her.
"O.K.," she said, lowering her voice conspiratorially, even looking about to make sure
that no one would hear. "I'll make a deal with you. You keep quiet and I will too. O.K.?
Huh?"
Toby was so elated that she felt like shouting. However, realizing that she could still
blow the whole thing, she kept her cool. She fixed a serious expression on her face, and
acting as if she were thinking hard about what Sally had suggested, she ignored her
sister. Sally, impatient to be off the hook, once more pressed her older sister for an
answer, her voice truly pleading.
Deciding that she had faked long enough, and not wanting to overdo it, Toby nodded
her head in mock seriousness. She agreed that if Sally promised, and crossed her heart
and hoped to die, that she would not tell on Sally if Sally didn't tell on her.
Slowly and solemnly, Sally crossed her budding tits, and ritualistically repeated the
incantation of wishing for her immediate death should she break her vow of silence.
That done, she jumped up, and without looking backward, fled the room, unaware of
the broad smile on Toby's young face. After the girl was gone, Toby was unable to
suppress any longer the giggle that rose up in her, and gave vent to it.
Sobering, Toby reflected on the narrow call she had had, and vowed that from then on
she would be ultra-careful in what she did. It would be a fine kettle of fish if she and
Charlie got caught. The thought of Charlie, and then of what her parents had been
doing in the kitchen made Toby once more feel the growing itch between her legs.
Quietly closing the book she had been pretending to read, she got up and headed for
her room.


Chapter 3

Margaret Anderson finished putting the finishing touches on the night's dinner, then
sat down at the table to rest a moment before announcing that it was ready.
Margaret and Jed Anderson were as dissimilar as night and day. Many people in the
valley had been surprised when they'd learned that the pair intended to marry. It was
predicted by some that the marriage wouldn't last through the honeymoon.
Jed, a friendly man with a perpetual smile, good sense of humor, and the ability to
always see the better side, contrasted sharply to his wife. He had been vastly popular in
school, and had had more than his share of excitement and girls. In fact, he could have
almost had his pick, since he had been voted the boy most likely to make himself a
success at whatever endeavor he chose.
The predictions had proven accurate. Jed had managed to save a little money, and with
a steady hand, strong back, and abiding faith in his own abilities, he had managed to
build up one of the most prosperous and valuable farms in the valley. More than once
he had turned down astronomical sums for it.
Another major difference in the pair was that Jed definitely liked sex, and for that
matter, all physical contact. Some of the girls he'd dated in the early years still spoke
fondly of him as the boy with the thousand hands, and more than one might confess,
privately, that he had more than just hands. All had been genuinely shocked to learn
that he planned to marry Margaret. She would have been the last one they would have
thought him to choose.
Margaret, while an attractive girl, had always been considered more or less stand-offish.
She hadn't had many friends at school, and no one that could have been considered
close. Most of her dates had been the basis of last minute demands or changes; when
someone else had to break theirs, or an unexpected cousin came to town during a
dance. The few dates she had had always turned out badly, and few of the boys had
ever asked her a second time. She was basically known as a rather cold girl; dull and
uninteresting. This made the prospect of Jed and her marrying even more preposterous.
However, they had been married, and although the first year had been hectic, and more
than once it looked like the dire predictions would come true, somehow they made it.
But not without finally coming to an agreement. Jed, becoming more and more
frustrated by her continuing refusals, and excuses for not fucking, had finally laid down
the law. Either he got his when, and where, he wanted it, or she could pack up and
leave.
Margaret, not wanting to lose Jed, but at the same time hating the thought of getting
fucked all the time, had reluctantly agreed. It was, after all, better than going to work in
town, Margaret also felt herself beginning to explode. Although she didn't fully
understand the consequences of what was happening inside of her, she felt as if she
were falling into a deep whirlpool. The faster her head spun, the deeper she fell, and try
as she might she couldn't stop herself. Margaret even began to feel terribly frightened,
which could be easily understood considering that she had never experienced such a
thing before.
Grasping the dog as hard as she could, in a final, last, desperate effort to hold onto
something stable, real, physical, the frightened girl began whimpering herself. The
canine on top of her was frantic now with his own need, and was bouncing up and
down on top of her so hard she feared he might dislodge himself from her. Preventing
that, she rigidly tightened her hold on him, at the same time wrapping her legs about
him, thus securely holding him in place. The position being unfamiliar, and somewhat
uncomfortable for the animal, he strove mightily to loosen her hold on him,
unsuccessfully.
At last the dog felt his come jetting out of his cock, and deep into his mistress's cunt.
Almost howling his delight, the animal popped his cock into her in short, punchy, jabs;
sending a fresh jet of sperm slashing into her insides each time.
Margaret, feeling something hot, and tantalizing gushing into her pussy, was conscious
only of a sensation so overwhelming that she felt as if she would faint. Just at that
second, the feeling of having hot come spurted into her for the first fine time, she felt
her own juices rise up, and like water over a dam, suddenly burst free.
It seemed as if her entire insides were being simultaneously bathed in the hot liquids.
Between her dog's, and her own, she could feel the excess begin to flow down the
insides of her ever wider spread legs, and had a passing thought about what she would
say to explain the stains on the bed sheets. But she was too overcome at that moment to
care, being able to concentrate only on the wonderful thing that was happening inside
of her. She felt as if she were in absolute heaven, and sincerely wished that the moment
never end.
But, as all good things must, she finally came down off her high. The wild, frantic,
movements of her pet had ceased, and she noted that his back seemed to be arched
painfully. There was also a low, painful, whimpering coming from him, and she worried
that she might have grasped him too tightly, injuring him.
Her last gushing, wave of joy-juice, spurted out of her, and she collapsed on the bed,
exhausted. Her legs were still wrapped around the animal, and she could feel them
trembling. It was without a doubt the most wonderful experience she'd found in her
entire life. She could hardly wait to have it repeated. But the agonizing sounds of her
animal lover were beginning to deeply worry her, as she could feel him trying
frantically to get away from her.
Releasing her strangle hold on him, she felt him immediately raise himself up. His now
limp cock fell free of her pussy, and although she sorely regretting losing the
pleasurable feeling that it had given her, she was more rightly concerned with what she
may have inadvertently done to her pet. From the way he was acting, walking around
the room with his back arched crazily, whining, and whimpering, she was certain that
she must have done him grievous harm. Her voice soothing, and forgetting for the
moment her own slight pain, she fell to the floor beside him, and reaching for him,
began to lovingly, fondly, stroke his bowed back. In answer, the hound licked his hot,
wet, tongue over her cheek, sending shivers of joy through her as she remembered what
that same tongue had been doing to her not so long ago.
At last the dog seemed to regain himself, and assuming his natural pose again, she was
glad to see him romping about the room as if nothing had happened. She was amazed,
and wished there was someone with whom she could discuss the phenomenon. But of
course such a thing was out of the question. She would merely have to discover all these
things for herself, and draw her own conclusions. She never did get over the way the
animal would carry on each time after shooting his come into her, and there were many
many times after that he did.
At last, totally exhausted and sleepy, she dropped off into a restless slumber, with her
faithful pet-lover laying beside her, protecting and loving her. She was as happy as she
had ever been in her entire life, and at the same time strangely troubled. She was mildly
aware, deep in her subconscious, that what she'd done that night was wrong. But at the
same time she couldn't help the wonderful warmth that spread throughout her body at
the mere thought of it. And so she slept, dreaming peaceful dreams about the gay,
ecstatic, sensuous, ardor she had known that night.
The next morning, Margaret had been appalled when she saw that her bed linens were
covered with flecks of blood, and stains from the hot come that both she and her
animal had emitted She had frantically gathered them together, and hiding them, had
replaced them with clean ones. She knew when she would have the opportunity to wash
the incriminating evidence, and quietly replace them in the linen closet. All went as
planned, and soon there was nary a trace of her bestiality. Her secret was safe.
Thereafter, almost every night she was dog fucked. As time went on, she became more
experienced, and with the experience, her curiosity rose. She tried different positions,
finding some an improvement, and others a complete failure. But the most important
thing as far as she was concerned, was that she was truly happy for the first time in her
life. She felt an odd fulfillment that she'd never dreamed possible. Things that had
seemed commonplace to her before suddenly took on significance, and things that had
been bothersome, and petty, seemed to pale. Margaret and her dog were inseparable,
and more than one comment about the way the animal looked at her was made.
Margaret couldn't have cared less. As far as she was concerned the only important
things in life were those that were happening to her right then. She was fully happy,
and she didn't need any of the small, petty, jealous, children who were her classmates.
The boys in particular were offensive to Margaret, since she couldn't help comparing
them to her sophisticated dog. The boys always came off second best in such a
comparison. Therefore it wasn't particularly surprising that Margaret gained the
reputation for being a cold fish as far as a date was concerned. A guy could be sure he
wouldn't even get a feel off her.
The world of bestiality opened fully to Margaret later that same year. The farm she
lived on raised several Shetland ponies which were later sold to people living in the big
city over fifty miles distant. They were finely bred animals, justly earning the praise that
had come to the farm from far and wide.
One day, as Margaret was going about the chores for the evening, she happened to
glance out back of the bam at a corral where certain specimens were kept, for what
reason she didn't know. Actually, it was the stud corral, and the two animals present at
the time had been placed there precisely for that purpose. But Margaret didn't know
this, and therefore was totally unprepared for what she saw.
One of the ponies had risen up behind another, and was astraddle its back; the front
hooves of the horse on top over the front shoulders of the bottom animal. At first
Margaret could not see what they were doing, and was drawn to the scene out of
natural, youthful, curiosity. As far as she knew, they were just horsing around.
Getting closer, the young girl noted that the horse on the bottom was a mare, and that
her tail was raised, and pushed aside at an odd angle. The horse behind the mare was
male; something Margaret had learned to distinguish earlier by the hefty balls that hung
from the males. She could clearly see the horse balls of this animal, as the swayed back
and forth, keeping time with the movement the pony was making. Margaret was
fascinated, and couldn't help thinking what a beautiful rhythm the animal was keeping.
It was like it was dancing – almost.
Suddenly Margaret gasped. She had just caught sight of the stud's enormous prick
being pulled out of the mares wet pussy, only to quickly disappear again. She felt the
familiar twinge between her own legs at the sight, and moved still closer. She was
treated to another brief glimpse of the horse-cock, and the pulsating throb between her
legs picked up tempo.
Her dog, smelling the heat that she was giving off, whimpered slightly, then wagged his
tail as he fondly nuzzled the front of her dress. He was willing to satisfy his mistress
anytime, any place. The dog knew when she was in the mood; he could sense it.
Therefore, he was confused when she didn't immediately reply to his advance. Then the
dog was even more confused, and a little hurt, when his mistress pushed him aside. He
couldn't understand it. Whenever she'd smelled like that before, and he had rubbed his
nose against her fragrant cunt, she'd always been eager for him to. Now, for some
strange reason, she was pushing him aside, and peering intently out the back window.
It was too high for him to see through, but his senses told him that there was
something going on out there that interested his mistress a great deal. Hurt, but
steadfastly obedient, the animal stopped what he was doing, and stood silent, looking at
Margaret questioningly.
Margaret, feeling her breath beginning to bum her lungs, moved stealthily closer to the
two ponies. The stallion was fucking the mare with increasing vigor, and even
Margaret, with her limited knowledge, could tell that he was almost to the point of
hotly shooting his come into the lady horse. The young girl couldn't help wondering
what horse come would look like, and secretly hoped that some of the liquid would run
down her flanks. She got her wish.
At just that instant, the stud horse reared up, and plunging himself deeply into the
mare's cunt, whinnied loudly. At the same time the stallion stomped around on the
ground excitedly with its rear feet, fighting a desperate battle to remain in its semi
upright position, and not become dislodged from the sweet hole he was so deeply
buried in.
At last the animal settled down into a steady, humpy, action and Margaret watched as
the mare seemed to place her rear feet further apart, seemingly to give the male a better
exposed horse-cunt to ram his hot meat into. The stallion took full advantage of it, and
obliged the mare by sending the full length of his cock slicing into her. The mare
seemed to be enjoying every bit of it.
At last the stud horse ceased the frantic humping it was doing, and merely held his
position over the mare. Margaret held her breath, wondering what he would do now.
Was it all over? Did the mare have all the fucking she was going to get? Did horses
fuck differently than people? Margaret could hardly contain herself she was so excited.
She desperately wanted to know what it would feel like to have something as gloriously
big as the Shetland pony's prick in her own tingling pussy.
Rapidly she began to scheme. How could she get herself in a proper position to fuck
the stud horse? It would be much harder than fucking her dog. After all, she could
easily maneuver the smaller animal about, and get him to assume almost any position
she desired. But a horse? Even something as small as a Shetland pony would present
some problems. But the way her slit itched, Margaret knew she couldn't rest easy until
she'd solved the problem, and experienced the colossal cock piercing her hole.
The stud horse at last surrendered his position of dominance over the mare, and
dropped heavily to the ground. Walking around for a few minutes, Margaret was
amazed at the way the animal strutted around the corral; like some sort of bantam
rooster. She giggled a little watching the equine prance about. The animal heard her.
and becoming aware of her presence for the first time, eyed her haughtily. His curiosity
aroused, the steed trotted over to Margaret. Standing close, the small horse gazed at her
with large, brown, eyes. Transfixed, Margaret stood gazing back at him. She felt she
could see something warm, tender, loving, and exciting in the horse's look. She yearned
to fuck him.
Reaching out, she rubbed his nose. Passively, the horse let Margaret work her will, still
curious about her. The animal could sense that her interest was more than passing. Its
flanks still rose and fell rhythmically. This was the only evidence of the physical thing
he had just been engaged in.
Margaret's hand moved over the horse's head and face. She stroked his long neck,
feeling more excited at the subtle strength she felt underneath his shining coat. The
horse too seemed to be getting aroused, and Margaret couldn't help noting that its
nostrils were flared. Leaning over, she glanced down quickly to see if his meat was
visible. Disappointed, she saw that it wasn't.
Her roving hand became more familiar, and the animal began to move slightly under it
caress. The itch between her legs increased and Margaret longed for the feel of his
enormous joint in her hot crack. Her mind was racing now. She just had to figure a
way to realize her desire.
The dog was whining slightly now; jealous that his mistress was showing the stud
animal so much attention. Sensing that she had sensuous thoughts coursing through
her mind, the dog wanted to be the object of her desire. Once more he tried
unsuccessfully to nuzzle the front of her dress. It was something that had always made
her give him a great deal of attention before. Now however, she merely pushed his
probing nose aside. Her thoughts were on the stately animal in front of her.
Seeing a plank leaning against the wall, Margaret suddenly saw a way to achieve her
goal. With the plank at an angle, perhaps leaning against the top of a stall, she could
conceivably get in just the right position. Leading the horse over the plank, she would
be under him in almost the proper angle. As she realized that her plan of action was
more than practical, and that indeed it would work, she felt the blood begin to pound
in her temples.
Leaving the animal for a moment, she quickly brought the board over to one of the
stalls. Sure enough, by leaning it slightly against the top of the stable wall, it was at a
perfect slant. By laying on it, and guiding the horse over her carefully, she should be
able to succeed in getting his dick in her.
Working quickly now, the itch between her thighs burning with on all consuming
flame, she knocked over a bag of feed that was in her way. Shortly she had everything
arranged to her satisfaction, and stood back to admire it. Anxious to get started, she
almost ran around to the corral gate, then eagerly led the stud animal into the bam. She
carefully closed the door behind her, making certain it was locked. She had first made
sure that everyone was at the house, and no one was wandering about down by the
bam.
Once she had the horse in the privacy of the bam, she hastily reached out and felt up
its hide encased cock. The animal shied a little at her touch, but once he became
familiar with it, and convinced that she meant him no harm, he settled down, letting
her have her way.
Under her groping hand, the animal's flesh began to grow. At last the huge head poked
its way out of the natural cover around it and made itself known. Margaret sucked in
her breath. She'd known that his cock was big, but she realized now that it was even
larger than she'd thought. She began to have first doubts about her own ability to
accept such a prick into her cunt. But the hot, quivering, membranes inside her slit
would stand no delay, and repeatedly relayed their urgent message to her hand.
Still bigger and bigger the horse's cock grew, until at last Margaret's hand couldn't
cover it all. The horse too was becoming excited now, even though it had just finished a
satisfying fuck. There was something about this strange animal that was playing with its
prick that excited the horse, and he definitely wanted to put his hard prick into it. The
animal seemed to sense the need within the girl, and its hind legs moved about
restlessly.
At last Margaret realized that she held in her hands a fully hard horse-cock. The actual
size of it staggered her, and she once more experienced the pulsating doubts. But again,
the doubts were overcome by the urgency of her twat, and she quickly pushed them
aside. The only real thing now was seeing if her intricate scheme would work. The mere
thought that after all her work, and considering the excited state she was in that the
plank would prove unsuccessful in positioning her properly to receive the hot meat,
almost panicked her. Hurriedly she led the horse over to the board.
Hiking her dress and discarding her panties in almost one, smooth, complete motion,
she quickly lay down on the plank. It was uncomfortable, and she would had
complained except the searing heat between her legs would not be denied any longer.
Carefully she pulled him over her. The pony seemed to know what was expected of
him, and carefully stepped over her outstretched legs, straddling the piece of wood
expertly.
Urging him forward slowly, Margaret kept looking down under him to see when his
hard cock was moving. She felt a wave of elation sweep through her as she realized that
she was going to be in a perfect position. Her pussy would be lined up almost exactly
with his huge meat. Her breathing was hard and fast now. She could hardly wait to feel
the first touch of his cock on her hot cunt-lips.
Her dog, sorely disappointed that some other beast seemed to occupy the center of her
attentions at that moment, had walked off and lay down in a comer. He would look in
her direction occasionally, with sad, dull, pained eyes. Then he would quickly avert his
gaze, and pretend to ignore what was happening. The sounds however he couldn't
ignore, and he could clearly hear his mistress urge the horse onward.
Finally the stud was directly over her cunt. Scooting herself down slightly, she spread
her legs as far as she could, trying to wrap them around his middle, and finding it
impossible. Not discouraged, but getting more and more heated by the frustrating
moment, she urged him forward another inch or two. The animal did as she wished,
almost as if he understood exactly what she had in mind. If the throbbing movement of
his cock was any indication, he did indeed know what she had in mind.
At the first contact of the huge prick to her excited cunt, Margaret gasped loudly. She
glanced down quickly, and all she could see was big cock. She once more felt the
uneasiness of self-doubt. Would it be possible for her to take anything that big? Could
the horse actually get his cock in her, and if he did, could he manage to fuck her on the
plank? Bracing herself, Margaret was determined to find out. She had to.
Try as she would, the young girl found it impossible to reach under the animal and
guide his prick to her cunt. Getting more and more frustrated by her failure, she was
almost on the verge of tears when the mount took over. Seeking out the hot warmth of
her cunt, which the tip of his cock could feel, he began thrusting himself forward
repeatedly. Each time he would push his prick against her slit, but each time it would
fail to find entrance. Opening her legs still further in an effort to help the pony in his
efforts, Margaret at last felt the huge cock head partially penetrate her swollen pussy
opening. She couldn't help the sharp gasp that exploded from her. She had known that
it would be gigantic, but was totally unprepared for how big it felt.
Having succeeded in gaining a beach-head, the horse repeatedly shoved himself forward
now, sending still more of his massive meat into Margaret's tender cunt. Unable to
restrain the animal, and already impaled by over four inches of his hulk, the girl could
do nothing but hold onto his mane, wide-eyed and panting, as she felt more and more
of his sword-like rod jab into her.
Afraid now that she would wind up being hurt, the girl made several feeble efforts to
stop the horse from further penetrating her already full pussy. She was unsuccessful,
and the stud wasn't to be denied. From the way the animal's heaving hulk was rearing
above her, it was obvious that he was enjoying fucking her pussy just fine, and wasn't
about to relinquish his newfound pleasure.
Tightening her legs slightly, in a vain attempt to prevent his cock from going any
deeper into her, she was rudely forced to spread them quickly as the pain shot through
her. The pony was jamming himself at her rapidly now, his hot breath searing across
her cheeks. Margaret felt as if her poor pussy were being split wide open. She was as
full as she could have ever imagined her slit could be, and she still sensed that there was
more horse prick to go yet.
Unexpectedly, Margaret felt the head of the stud's cock touching the very bottom of her
hole. She couldn't believe it. For some reason she'd just never thought of her cunt as
having a bottom, and the realization that this animal had indeed reached it sent waves
of panic through her. What if he tried to ram still more of his huge prick into her? She
would be ruined – maybe even killed? The thought of having to explain how her
supposedly virgin pussy had been so violently, severely and totally, parted flashed
through her mind. It was horrible. She would rather die.
Just then the animal made one last thrust, and to Margaret's utter astonishment, she felt
what she knew were his balls touching the cheeks of her ass. Shit, she thought. He's got
it all the way in me. I took it. I really have all of that wonderful cock in me.
If she really had any doubt, the fullness of her cunt quickly convinced her. Her legs
were so widely spread that the muscles in her thighs ached. The tremendous size of the
battering ram inside her was brought even more forcefully home. The horse backed off
slightly, then sent his rod slamming into her again. She felt her ass lifted completely off
the board, and she felt herself bump as she crashed back down onto it.
This process was repeated several times, with Margaret feeling herself being completely
lifted off the plank as the horse cock was forcefully driven into her. As she became
more used to its hugeness, and got over some of her fear of being hurt, she began to
enjoy the wonderful sensations that raced through her. She had known that the huge
prick would give her more pleasure than she'd ever dreamed of; but she hadn't been
fully prepared for the excitement and thrills that she was having.
In the beginning, there had been a slight amount of pain, as her taunt, tender, unused,
membranes inside her slit were used for the first time. After they were horribly
stretched, they began to relax and enjoy the constant friction being applied to them. As
the momentum of the horse quickened, so did the measured tightening muscular
contractions Margaret was doing. She felt herself on the verge of spilling her come. The
liquid was rising rapidly inside of her groin, and she wondered if the horse was almost
ready to pour out his seed also. She desperately hoped that the horse would come in her
at the same time she did. It would be something she knew she would never forget; and
she wished earnestly that it would happen just that way.
Almost as if hearing her wish, the horse increased the already rapid in and out motion.
Wrapping her arms and legs about his huge body as best she could, Margaret hung on
for dear life. It was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to her, and she
felt that she might pass out from sheer delight.
Deeper and harder the animal lunged his cock into her. Margaret, overcome with
emotion herself now, raised herself repeatedly to meet him, glorying in the thrilling
waves of passionate delight that touched every fiber of her being each time his joint
sliced into her. She was sure she would faint, and fought desperately to hold onto
consciousness.
From the way the animal was pounding into her relentlessly now, Margaret knew that
he must be on the fringe of shooting his hot cream into her. Just the thought of it
spilling over into her hole was all that was needed to push her over the edge herself.
She felt the first heady sensation sweep over her. She became giddy with delight – and
became aware that she was audibly begging the pony to fuck her harder. It seemed as if
it understood her, because the force with which he lunged into her increased, and once
or twice he succeeded in shoving it so far in her that she once more felt the uneasy
twinges of discomfort. But so far gone was she now that surely nothing like that could
stop her. It didn't either. She merely humped back that much harder, still begging the
steed to feed her burning, ardent, fires of lust.
Snorting loudly, the animal lunged at her harder and deeper than ever before. At the
same time, Margaret was treated to feeling the hot, burning, gush of come cream
spilling, gushing, spurting, boiling over, inside of her. She couldn't believe that
anything that good could be so flaming hot. It actually burned the tender membranes
inside her pussy, and she heard herself moaning loudly. Although being impaled on the
huge piece of meat had been slightly painful she hadn't felt any real discomfort, and
had endured her ordeal stoically. But the searing pain of the burning liquid was almost
more than she could stand. She realized that the effect was mostly due to her being so
raw inside her cunt. After all, she wasn't used to being fucked by such a mammoth
instrument, and her tissues hadn't accustomed themselves to it. But the pain she was
feeling threatened to ruin her entire enjoyment, and she was on the verge of crying out
loudly, when the romping, rampaging, colt, suddenly stood stock still. It was exactly as
she'd remembered him doing with the mare, and that meant that he was through.
Then, for the first time, she realized that he had filled her poor little cunt so full of
come milk that it was running freely down the insides of her thighs, into the crack of
her ass, and over the board. She had never been so full of anything in her whole life. It
felt as if she would be dripping horse cream for the rest of her life.
Contented, her own fires finally subsiding, Margaret hugged her horse lovingly. She
stroked his neck and flanks affectionately, and the animal surprisingly enough took the
gestures completely in stride. Almost suspicious, Margaret wondered if someone else
might be enjoying the mammoth hose the animal possessed. She felt a shooting twinge
of jealousy at the thought, and caressed the steed less affectionately. Angrily she
thought what a faithless, two-timing, bastard the Shetland pony probably was. Then
realizing how utterly foolish she was being, she giggled.
The sound seemed to prod the horse into action. Almost delicately, he backed off
Margaret, and she sighed heavily as she felt his wonderful prick being slowly pulled
from her. She was sad that it was over so soon. Margaret vowed that she would have
her adventure again and soon.
At last the cock fell free of the warm crevice it had so lovingly caressed, and the horse
gently back off her. Swinging out from under him, she playfully patted him on first the
shank, then his smooth neck, whispering endearing words to him at the same time. The
horse, looking at her again, with those deep, limpid, brown eyes, seemed to understand
exactly what she was saying.
Margaret was suddenly soberingly aware of how long she'd been in the bam. Already
the sky through the window was tinged orange, as the setting sun played its artistic
games of coloring the countryside. Dinner must already be on the table, and there
would be questions to answer if she didn't hurry along.
Giving the animal one last affectionate hug, and vowing to see him soon, she called to
her sulking dog, and was out the door, heading toward the house. Just as she emerged
from the bam, she heard the high, pitched, whiny, voice of her aunt calling her. Faintly,
she could see her aunt's stout figure framed in the back door of the farm house, clearly
outlined by the light inside. She quickened her step, anxious that there be no need to
answer too many questions.
Just then she felt the thick cream the pony had filled her with trickling down her legs,
and realized that she'd forgotten to put her panties back on. The mess would seep
through her thin dress for sure, betraying her.
Margaret called to her aunt, and upon seeing the girl, the stout woman disappeared into
the kitchen. Waiting only a moment to make sure she didn't reappear, Margaret raced
back to the bam. As she came in, she smiled as she saw the pony munching contentedly
away at an open bag of oats. Her uncle would give her hell for letting the horse in the
bam, and into the oats, but after the happiness the mount had given her she didn't
mind.
Searching frantically in the half-darkness, she at last located her carelessly discarded
underthings. She also found an empty flour sack. Just the thing she needed. Quickly
she reached under her dress and wiped herself as best she could. Next she tore off a
clean piece of the bag, and using it as a kotex, pulled her panties on. At last she was
ready, reasonably certain that she was presentable.
Before once more heading to the house, she deliberately spilled some more of the oats
around so that her lover could have all he wanted. His only answer was a haughty
swish of his tail.


Chapter 4

Thus, Margaret spent the rest of her teens. She had all the fucking any young girl could
want. Between her faithful dog, and the anxious pony, Margaret walked around with a
perpetual smile on her pretty face.
When she first met Jed Anderson, she had been singularly unimpressed. A school dance
had been scheduled, and her aunt insisted that she attend. Under threat of having her
aunt choose a boy for her, Margaret, in self-defense, accepted Jed's invitation. Besides,
she was aware of his reputation, and hoped the evening wouldn't prove to be an entire
waste. Still, she could hardly wait to get home to her pup.
That night they had danced and danced. Margaret found the young man, with the
tousled brown hair, both witty and charming, and laughed gaily and sincerely for the
first time in her life. She truly enjoyed herself, and permitted him to kiss her when he
took her home. This was quite an accomplishment, even though Jed felt that he'd been
cheated. The young man was used to fucking most of the girls he went out with. It was
rare indeed that he failed to score, and on the few occasions when he didn't it was
usually understood that the next time they would put out.
That night, as she lay in her bed being fucked by her dog, Margaret remembered the
feel of Jed's hard cock pressing seductively against her stomach. It had excited her. She
had almost been ready to give in. At the last minute, however, she reneged,
remembering her animals at home. She did want to date him again, however, and thus
let him kiss her passionately, and feel her up a little bit. She was sure that this would be
enough to insure his coming back for more. She was right.
Jed, due to his reputation, was questioned about his date with Margaret by all the boys.
They themselves had gone with the girl and found that they couldn't even get a kiss.
Jed, being honest, admitted that the best he'd been able to do was kiss her and feel her
up a bit. However, with youthful exuberance, he'd soundly vowed to fuck her the next
time they went out. His contemporaries, knowing his reputation, firmly believed him.
The next time, however, Margaret didn't even let the boy get as far as he'd gotten the
first time. This resulted in their having a violent argument. Jed stomped away, loudly
proclaiming that he'd be damned if he'd ever return. Margaret, slightly disappointed,
watched him go without a word. She'd be damned if she'd run after any man... not even
Jed.
So, things went on that way for quite a while. Neither Jed nor Margaret made any effort
to reconcile their arguments. It looked as if they were through. They would have been,
too, except for a bit of peculiar luck.
Jed, in his never ending efforts to save money so that some day he might own his own
place, hired out one summer to Margaret's uncle. Part of the deal was that Jed would
receive room and board, thus letting him pocket all his earnings.
The arrangement threw the two young people together frequently, and while neither
gave the other so much as a nod of recognition, they were both painfully aware of the
other's presence.
Jed's living quarters were in an old bunk house, down by the bam. He'd cleared the
place out, cleaned it up, and basically made it quite livable. Margaret, not intending
anything by her actions had gone in while he was in the fields and put a woman's touch
to the place. Naturally, Jed thought it was intentional, although he said nothing. Failing
to get even a polite thank you for her efforts, the girl decided to go down and give Jed a
piece of her irate mind.
It was in the evening, after the chores had been done, and most farm families were
resting after a hard day. Jed had just returned from the shower stall he'd rigged up
behind the bunk house, and was standing naked in the middle of the room. His body
was lean, hard, and finely tanned from the work in the sun.
By the light of the single lamp, his body looked like that of a muscular Greek god, and
Margaret was affected just that way when she saw him through the window of the bunk
house.
Fascinated, she stood still, peering through the dirty panes at Jed. She had never before
seen a naked human being, especially a man. Even herself she'd found embarrassing to
look at. But she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from the sight. Jed had the most
beautiful body she'd ever seen in her entire life.
Margaret was particularly attracted to the sight of Jed's cock. She'd never seen a real,
live, man's cock before, and the sight of it excited her strangely. It was so different than
that of her animals. Although vaguely shaped the same, it had an enormous bulge on
the end – sort of a head.
Jed's cock was limp. Margaret couldn't help wondering what it would look like, and feel
like, when it was hard. The thought made her knees grow weak. Twitching, her cunt let
her know that it was interested also.
Unknown to Margaret, Jed had looked into a small mirror he'd hung from a support
post to comb his hair. Almost by accident he'd been standing in just the right spot so
that her reflection was in full view. Jed felt his muscles tighten, then he carefully relaxed
so as not to let her know that he was aware of her presence.
Slowly, Jed went about putting himself in order. He combed his hair, taking much
longer than usual. Turning slightly sideways, he made sure she took a gander at what
he had. Jed felt the short hairs on the back of his neck begin to stand on end. He was
becoming excited. He could feel his prick enlarging, growing. A flush spread over his
face. But try as he might he couldn't bring himself to stop his little game.
Gazing into the image-maker again, he quickly ascertained that she was still there.
Turning full face toward her, Jed walked luxuriously to his bunk. The bed was in view
of the window also. Then, sensuously as possible, Jed lay down on the crude bunk,
taking great care that his rapidly hardening cock was clearly visible.
If she hadn't been interested he reasoned, she wouldn't be sneaking a look at him
through the window.
Margaret was interested all right. As Jed had carefully gone through his act, she'd felt
the blood rising in herself. She knew the feeling well now, having experienced it so
many times with her beloved animals. This time however, she was experiencing it by
seeing a man.
Margaret couldn't help feeling elated. After all, regardless of how much she enjoyed
fucking animals, she still had the deep rooted, nagging, doubt that it was all wrong. But
there was nothing wrong with getting all hot and bothered over a man.
This game twixt the two continued for almost an hour. The sun dropped over the
horizon, and the darkness enveloped the farm completely. The only light around was
the single lamp in Jed's room. Because of the deepening darkness, Jed found it
increasingly difficult to be sure of Margaret's continued presence. Only when she would
stand close enough to the window so that the light from inside fell on her face, could he
see her in the mirror.
At last, frustrated, Jed tired of the game. The damned bitch, he thought to himself
angrily. Also she is a prick teaser. Disgusted, he rose from his bed, and reached for his
shorts. Quickly, not even bothering to see if she was looking, he pulled his tight jockey
type shorts on, having a little difficulty in getting his erect joint comfortably inside
them.
That was it. Margaret, seeing her prize suddenly disappear from view, but still largely
etched in bold relief, glanced about her frantically. The girl had been rubbing herself
gently for the past half hour. She had been in no hurry to bring herself to fulfillment,
since that would have only ended the game.
Now that she was directly threatened with denial of her innermost desires however, she
was propelled into action. Forgetting all thoughts of embarrassment, she walked quickly
to the door, and opened it. Jed stood, his cock bulging out of his shorts, as he had
before. There was a bewildered look on his face. He had been completely unprepared
for her appearance.
Margaret also was bewildered. She hadn't the faintest idea of why she had come
running in there. She knew only that the burning need between her legs wouldn't be
denied. Thus, she stood staring at Jed, not saying a word. Neither spoke for quite some
time. At last, in an effort to break the dead-lock, Jed mentioned something about his
getting cold in the draft.
"Oh," stammered Margaret, at last casting her gaze downwards. "I'm-I'm sorry! I didn't
know you weren't dressed."
Realizing that he could lose this wonderful opportunity, Jed thought quickly. He knew
of course that she was lying. He wondered if she knew he knew. Of course she didn't!
Otherwise, she would have been more direct. Seizing the bull by the horns, Jed took the
initiative.
"You're lying!" he declared, trying his best to keep his voice calm and even.
"Wha-?" started Margaret, at last looking up.
"You're lying! I saw you watching me through the window. You have been out there for
over an hour. I was beginning to wonder if you were just going to look, or if – well you
know," the boy finished, beginning to stammer a bit himself.
Margaret didn't know what to say. Her first instinct was to deny his accusations. She
felt she had to protect her good name. Protect it from what, she thought? After all, nice
girls didn't go around peeking into windows at naked boys with hard-ons. She reflected
on this for only a moment.
Then a wee voice inside of her said 'and nice girls don't go fucking dogs and Shetland
ponies either, but you did.' Unable to help herself, Margaret giggled.
Jed took this as a sign of agreement. Walking toward her, he reached behind her and
closed the door. The sound of it snapping shut once more moved Margaret to action.
She wasn't a nice girl. Not by the standards that had been laid down for her. Well fuck
them, she thought angrily. She had never agreed to their fucking standards anyway. She
was what she was, and nothing else. And right at that moment she was so fucking
horny she felt she would cream in her panties if she didn't get that cock in her.
Without any further hesitation, Margaret dropped to her knees. Swiftly, her hands
grasped the waistband of Jed's shorts, and yanked them down. His cock bobbed out, it's
swollen head pointed directly between Margaret's eyes. She swallowed hard. For some
unexplainable reason she wanted to taste that prick more than she'd ever wanted
anything in her whole life. She just had to.
Opening her mouth, at the same time grabbing Jed's cock by the shaft, she hungrily
crammed as much of it as she could take into her oral orifice. The salty taste of it
surprised her, and she was on the verge of taking it out when she felt Jed's hands on
her head, and heard him groan loudly.
"Oh Margaret," he moaned. "Why have you waited so long? I've dreamed of something
like this. Oh – suck it."
Margaret, deciding that she would try it a little longer, began to let the huge thing slide
in and out of her mouth. The longer she did this, the less tangy the taste was. Also, she
found that she was getting an odd sort of enjoyment out of it.
It was different. In fact, the longer she did it the more she enjoyed it. Her own cunt
began to heat up considerably again, and she felt the dampness begin to accumulate.
She wanted to feel a little pleasure herself, and this position just wasn't doing her much
good. Reluctantly now, she pulled the attraction occupying her attentions out of her
mouth long enough to speak.
"Me – what about me?"
"Ummm," moaned Jed in response, trying to push her face back into his groin.
"No!" she exclaimed. "I want to have a little fun too."
"Okay, okay," he finally said in exasperated anxiety. "Let's lay down on the bed. We
can go sixty-nine."
"sixty-nine?" Margaret questioned.
"Yea! You know. Eat each other."
"Oh."
"Okay?"
"Okay! Only let's hurry. I'm so hot I can hardly stand it."
"Me too."
Without any further conversation, they moved to the bed. Jed had begun helping
Margaret undress even as they were walking, so that once they reached the bed, she was
almost completely undressed, clad only in her thin, lace panties. These too quickly gave
way to Jed's eager assault. Then both collapsed onto the bed. A frenzy of motion
followed, as they both tried to position themselves to the best advantage.
The two young lovers at last decided on Jed getting on the bottom, and Margaret on
top. In this position Margaret could guide her pussy exactly over Jed's mouth, getting it
in just the right place where she got the most benefit. At the same time, she was
perfectly situated so that she could lovingly suck away at his joint, pausing from time to
time to glance affectionately at it.
She still couldn't get over its size. It was without a doubt the most beautiful thing she'd
ever seen.
However, even as much as she found she enjoyed it, she still didn't wind up liking it as
much as she liked animal cock. There was something mystic, wonderful, erotic, and
totally sensual about an animal's prick. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it was
there just the same.
At the moment Margaret was simply enjoying her new toy. She would suck merrily
away at Jed's prick for awhile, listening to him ecstatically moan his lusty pleasure. At
the same time, Jed was warming to his task.
His tongue had found her clit, and was busily working it over. Margaret herself was
moaning, and each time he would hit just the right spot she would let his shaft sink
ever deeper into her throat. She was having the time of her life.
Jed was grasping Margaret firmly about the ass. As an afterthought, he began tickling
her asshole. She wiggled her butt. He tickled her some more, this time letting his index
finger dip slightly into the tight brown opening. Margaret wiggled her ass more,
inviting him to continue this new, highly exciting sensation. Jed willingly complied,
especially when he found that the hotter Margaret got, the faster she sucked his prick.
Following Jed's lead, Margaret found his bum hole, and began giving him some of his
own medicine. Jed found the experience so exhilarating that he felt he would shoot his
come into Margaret's mouth almost at once.
He didn't want to come so soon, knowing that once he shot off, it would be quite
awhile before he could get hard again. Reluctantly pulling his lips away from her cunt,
he asked her to take it easy on him.
When she paid him no mind, he made his plea louder. At last exasperated, he flatly told
her that if she didn't lay off he was going to come. That announcement had the desired
effect. Margaret knew that once her animal lovers shot off in her they weren't any good
for quite some time afterwards. She was sure that a man was the same.
Once the excruciating pleasure had lessened, Jed continued working on Margaret's
holes. She was repeatedly wiggling her ass and hips now. The effect of having both her
holes stimulated at the same time was both new and more gratifying than she would
have dreamed possible.
She felt her come rising deep within her and knew that she would be spilling over at
any second. She started to warn Jed of her impending flood, then not being too sure
how he would react, and being afraid that he might stop the wonderful things he was
doing, she thought better of it. If she didn't find relief soon, Margaret was sure she
would die.
As her passion rose higher inside herself, Margaret began increasing the speed with
which she rotated her hips over Jed's mouth. The increased effort on her part wasn't
lost on Jed either. He felt that she must be getting close, and wanted desperately to
make the girl come.
He felt that he had achieved a great victory. After all, he knew that none of the other
guys had ever gotten so far as kissing her.
Lapping happily away at her moist cunt, Jed was suddenly struck by a question. If no
one else had ever gotten to first base with Margaret, then how come her cunt was so
big? The youngster had just started pondering the question when Margaret surged
downward onto his mouth very hard.
At the same time, even with her mouth full of cock, she cried out loudly, announcing
for all the world to know that she was coming. Again and again she ground her pussy
into his tender lips, and Jed replied by repeatedly dipping his tongue deep inside her
wet slit.
After each probing thrust of his teaser, he would deliberately rack the tip of her
distended clit. This would send Margaret into another frenzy of choked cries of ecstasy.
At last the girl collapsed on top of him, his prick still in her mouth. Trying to get one
more rise out of her, Jed tickled her clit mercilessly. A vociferous cry answered his
efforts, as Margaret moved her slit slightly.
She was too spent to move more, having been more totally satisfied than she'd ever
thought possible. Not even her animals had given her such happiness. She was on the
verge of extinction, and she couldn't have cared less. Indeed, had the world ended that
second, Margaret would have left this life a perfectly happy woman.
Gradually, the girl regained her composure. Realizing that Jed was repeatedly thrusting
his own dissatisfied meat repeatedly upwards, trying to get her attention, she let her
tongue slide half-heartedly over it. She was immediately rewarded by a low moan of
satisfaction from Jed.
As more consciousness returned to the ravished girl, she became more aware of her
surroundings. Jed's hard prick began to throb in her mouth. Slowly at first, then
gaining speed, Margaret's head resumed an up and down motion over the shaft.
Jed, wanting to spill his seed in Margaret's mouth now, urged the girl on. His cock was
throbbing so hard now that he was sure it wouldn't take long before he would feel his
cream gushing out of him. He repeatedly lifted his hips upward, trying to drive the
head of his joy stick as deep into the girl's mouth as he could.
Margaret didn't object. In fact, she tried to take his rock hard stick as far down her
throat as she could. Once, it almost gagged her, but she didn't miss a stroke. The girl
wanted him to shoot off in her mouth. That would be something new for her too.
She'd had come shot into her pussy many times before. The fact that it had been animal
come didn't matter at that moment. The thing that did matter was that she'd never
experienced come in her mouth. She could hardly wait to see what it would taste like.
She didn't have long to wait.
Jed felt the fires being kindled deep inside his groin. It wouldn't take much more of the
marvelous friction on his cock-head before he would explode. He urged the girl on to
still a faster pace, his need becoming all consuming.
Margaret felt Jed's cock swell in her mouth. She couldn't believe that anything so big
could actually get bigger. But there it was. At the same time his prick grew, she noted
that Jed was shoving himself wantonly upwards with ever increasing vigor.
She felt that something was about to happen. He must be getting ready to overflow she
told herself, and prepared to drink deeply of the pearly nectar.
The flames inside Jed's balls finally succeeded in driving him past the boiling point. He
burst apart. Ramming his cock as almost half way down Margaret's throat, Jed shot the
first hot jet of his cream from the end of his prick.
Although his mouth was still firmly covered by Margaret's pussy, he still managed a
strangled shout. Hearing him, and at the same time feeling the thick, heavy, man-milk
splashing into her throat, Margaret lost all control over her natural self-preservation
emotions, and began gulping at his meat as hard as she could. It was a totally new,
completely wonderful, sensation, and Margaret didn't want to miss a single drop of it.
Jed's mind swirled with emotions. Margaret's tongue seemed to be on every part of the
head of his rigid prick at the same time, lighting excruciating fires of agony. His come
was pouring forth from him in a never ending stream, and Jed felt for a moment that
he might actually lose his sanity.
He'd been sucked off before, but never like this. The tongue licking he was getting was
more gratifying than anything he'd ever experienced before in his life.
As Jed ejaculated his juice into her throat, Margaret drank hungrily of it. She liked the
taste of it; the weird feeling of having it run down her parched throat. It was for her the
wildest feeling she'd ever had.
Margaret just couldn't seem to get enough of it, and in an effort to drain more of the
delicious fluid from Jed, she suddenly thrust her forefinger fully into his ass.
The effect on Jed was understandable. He went wild. Grabbing the girl frantically about
the hips, and bracing his feet firmly on the floor, he threw his hips upward so violently,
so high, that he almost threw his back out of joint. As he did so, he drove his cock
completely into the girl's mouth.
She felt his pubic hairs tickling her nose, and felt like sneezing. The fullness of her
throat and mouth however, kept her from it. She could only swallow repeatedly,
gulping huge wads of hot milk, which jetted time and again into her already full throat.
Getting the desired results, Margaret began to wildly twist the finger she'd buried in
Jed's ass. The young became wilder and more savage in the manner he rammed into
her. Almost in self defense, he likewise rammed one of his fingers up her ass. Coming
so unexpectedly the way it did, Margaret was caught off guard.
However, the effect of hot come spurting into her throat, a wild, probing, finger up her
ass, and an insane tongue lapping at her clit, caused the girl to begin spilling her own
juices again.
So caught by surprise had she been, that the shock wave of her first burst seemed to
come from all directions at the same instant. Once she started however, she found
herself unable, and unwilling to stop.
Again grinding her pussy into the willing mouth she washed her insides clean and clear
once more with repeated waves of hot, sensuous, half babies. Jed, himself overcome by
his intense feelings, drank lovingly of her come, thinking that perhaps that the stuff
springing forth from his own joint might be her own milk that had completely recycled.
And so it seemed for almost an eternity. First Jed would squirt a hot stream of love milk
into Margaret's mouth, then she would return the favor by almost drowning him with
hers. The two remained in a twisted, tangled, writhing, thrashing, moaning yelling,
biting, sighing, crying, animal mass of human flesh for so long they lost all sense of
time and being.
They lay that way for quite some time.
When at last they began to regain some of their senses, the first instinct they had was
one of acute embarrassment. Neither of the two had ever performed so. Especially not
with another person. Naturally they wondered what the other thought about them.
Fortunately, because of their positions, they couldn't see each others flushed faces. This
proved to be a blessing in disguise, since it provided them with the. opportunity to once
more put their human facade on.
Slowly they pulled themselves apart. Jed was aware that his cheeks were covered with
sticky cream. Margaret realized that Jed had jammed his prick so viciously down her
throat that it was sore. Neither looked directly at the other.
The only sound in the room was the protesting squeak of the bed as they adjusted their
weight. Jed cleared his throat. Margaret looked about for her clothing.
The girl attempted to stand. She was too weak. Their love making had completely
drained her of her strength. She toppled back onto the bed, and fell heavily against Jed.
Jed made an abortive attempt to catch her. The incident struck a responsive chord in
both however, and broke the chill of disconcertment that had sprung up between them.
They both laughed, falling back onto the bed together. As the tingle of their happy
laughter warmed both, they reached for each other, than fell together again.
Sobering, they looked directly into each other's eyes. What they saw rekindled the fires
inside. Slowly, their lips met again, although it was in fact for the first time that night.
More and more urgent became their need. Hotly Jed's tongue slipped between
Margaret's lips. Gladly they parted, and Jed was treated to feeling the tip of the
instrument that only a short time before had been giving the head of his cock so much
enjoyment.
Seeking, Jed's hand found her tits. The nipples were once more hard and taut. At the
same time, Jed felt her hot hand on his limp prick. To his utter astonishment he felt it
begin to grow again. He could scarcely believe that he was getting a hard-on so soon.
Under her expert tutelage however, his shaft soon stood proud and erect once more
ready to do battle. Lovingly Margaret stroked it. Her breath was coming in short, hard,
gasps again. She herself couldn't believe that she'd gotten so hot, so fast.
Easily, Jed rolled the girl over. Putting his knee between her legs, he was instantly on
her. Reaching down, he grasped his rigid rod firmly, and began probing at her once
more swollen cunt lips.
The girl moaned, opened her legs wide, and lifted her hips to receive his love machine.
He thrust himself forward, sending his column crashing deeply into her willing wound,
evoking a loud squeal of joy from her.
Having sunk his staff firmly in her, Jed gamely began to rock to and fro; stimulating the
girl again. She moaned loudly and began clawing at his back. She was once more
approaching the peak of her utopia; her legs wrapped tightly about him.
Jed continued to plunge deep inside her; getting in return repeated cries of anguished
pleasure. Margaret shoved herself up to meet him each time he drove deep inside her.
Jed's prick began to swell once more, and in a frenzy of emotion he announced that he
was ready to come again.
"No! No!" Margaret cried out. "Wait! Wait for me. Just a little more. Ram it into me
harder. Ohhh. That's it. Ohhhhh."
Jed's piston was jerking in and out of the hapless girl under him with such speed that
he almost toppled off the bed. Grabbing her tightly about the neck, the boy held on for
dear life, pumping his tool into her purposefully. Margaret was crying aloud now that
she was just on the verge of coming, and begged him to push her over the crest. Jed did
his best.
At last she shrieked, at the same time slashing his back with her nails. Her heels kicked
into his unprotected ribs viciously as she arched her back as high as she could. Jed
knew that she was coming. And not a minute too soon. He himself felt his own fires
boil over, and his hot cream jet out the end of his staff.
Shoving himself as deeply into the writhing girl under him as she would allow him, Jed
gushed his love for her deep into her innards The girl opened herself to gleefully receive
his offering, crying out her need to him repeatedly.
Exhausted, the two finally lay together, gasping for air. Their painful rushing pants
sounded hoarsely in the still room, and still they felt as if they were suffocating. Weakly
they pulled apart from each other, then lay side by side on the tiny bed valiantly trying
to regain their normal breathing.
It seemed to both that it was a losing battle for a time, but gradually their heaving
chests settled into a steady, if labored, rising and falling.
This time there was no embarrassment. The two lovers lay side by side, their bodies
touching intimately their entire lengths, and reflected each to his own, of the wonders
of contentment that was within him.
After a time, they slept, still not moving from the cramped position they had fallen to
when they first parted. Both were too tired to try and make themselves more
comfortable. Besides, neither really felt that they were uncomfortable, each felt so
totally at peace with themselves. It was a feeling that neither had ever experienced
before, and they were in no hurry to return to the mundane world of reality.
And so it was with Jed and Margaret. They had several such trysts after that. Each time
they ended with the two participants in complete exhaustion. But neither could have
been happier. For a time it seemed as if they had found the perfect combination.
When the two lovers announced their intentions to marry, by then it came to no
surprise to anyone. Most people attributed the decision to them having been thrown
together so much during the previous summer. They said nothing to discredit that
belief. So, after a brief engagement they were married.
Margaret was never quite sure when the novelty of man-cock would begin to wear off.
But one day, almost a full year after her marriage to Jed, Margaret again witnessed
animal fucking. The sight brought back fond memories. Once more Margaret felt the
familiar wetness between her thighs.
Try as she might she just couldn't tear her eyes from the scene, and stood ogling it. As
the bull rammed his cock full length into the cow receiving his attentions, Margaret felt
herself go weak.
It was only then she realized that she had come in her panties already.
Jed was gone at the time, unfortunately. Had he been there, things might have turned
out differently. Margaret tried frantically to stave off her unnatural desires. She finger
fucked herself repeatedly that night. But it all proved useless. At last she was forced to
give in to her cravings.
She had convinced Jed to buy the Shetland pony for her, telling him that it had become
sort of a pet. However, since marrying him, Margaret had remained true in spite of
numerous temptations to return to her old life.
However this time the frolic she had witnessed proved too strong. Craving release, she
stumbled to the bam, and after searching for what seemed like an eternity, finally
located a plank. Then, as her faithful pony waited, she arranged it and herself to receive
him.
The pony, sensing what was taking place, immediately came to her. In his state,
sexually frustrated himself since she had been depriving him of female ponies, it didn't
take long before she felt his hot come running down the sides of her legs, and into the
crack of her ass. She sighed mightily. It was like before. She had returned home at last.
The pony merely neighed.
After that things changed between Jed and Margaret. The young man was very much in
love with her, and couldn't understand her sudden coldness. They had always been
close, and second to nothing had been their sex life.
Now, for some unknown reason, Margaret seemed to not be too interested any longer.
For appearance sake however, she put up a brave front, and if gentle disclaimers failed
to cool Jed's ardour, she would give in and let him have his way. Sometimes, in spite of
herself, she even enjoyed it. When she would feel herself coming, and urge Jed on as
before, he would think that perhaps her old feelings had returned. However, once they
had finished her aloofness would return.
The change produced several violent quarrels between them, and there was even talk of
divorce. At last they decided to have children in a last ditch effort to save their faltering
marriage.
It did help, and afterwards Margaret did feel more tender and loving towards the man
who'd made a mother of her. That, at least, was something her animals couldn't do for
her. Jed also changed, relenting only slightly in his frequent demands for sexual
satisfaction, but enough to give the marriage a semblance of stability. All the people of
the family and valley clucked their tongues, glad to see that motherhood had saved still
another young mating.
After that the two of them settled into sort of an agreement. Margaret never refused Jed
anytime he was aroused, and Jed tried his best not to get aroused as often. On the side,
Margaret still kept her frequent rendezvous with her animals, and life was generally
quite good. If she didn't have the perfect arrangement, at least she felt she had close
resemblance.
Thus was the stage set for the next events that transpired in the Anderson household,
and had anyone known all the facts, it could have been easily determined in advance.
The offspring of such a marriage could certainly be deemed to be somewhat oversexed,
and with the parents in sort of a stand-off, all the elements were present, waiting only
for the proper catalyst to come along and light the short fuse.
And such a catalyst could be found in the person of Sam Perkins, who even at that
moment was speeding toward them to turn the key that would unlock Pandora's box.
Another element in the mystery was in the person of Miss Simms, the Sunday school
teacher, who all her life had known that her desire existed, yet denied it. The stories
about her fucking her Shetland ponies were false, although she had been known to go
into the barn with a stud and mare, then coax them into fucking each other, while she
violently fucked her virgin pussy with a large cucumber.
She was always repentant afterwards, feeling that she had committed a terrible sin, and
spent literally days on her knees praying for forgiveness. But she knew deep in her
heart that she would again succumb to temptation – and fought a desperate, but losing
battle to control herself. She too was destined to play a major part in the events that
would soon befall the Anderson's, who at that minute were just sitting down to dinner.
The final ingredient of the drama was Norma, Anne's mother, the girl Charlie had so
thoroughly fucked in the bam. Like Miss Simm's she had been taught all her life that
sex, and its kindred desires, were wicked and evil. The fact that she'd born her husband
four children were incidental, and as far as she was concerned simply a burden she had
to carry as a result of her wanton evilness.
Deep inside however, she was a raving, boiling, simmering, craving, burning woman.
With all the desires, wants, likes, needs, and designs of a woman. Unfortunately, she
had married a man who thought as much as she did about sex, and denied himself
more often than he allowed fulfillment to come. Consequently, normal sex had never
come to Norma, and she'd never known the joys of being a full blown woman.
For the most part her sex life consisted of getting into bed at night, wrestling briefly
with her husband, on those rare nights when he was unable to control himself, then
submitting as he gruffly and crudely pulled her cotton nightie up over her hips. Then,
the bastard would quickly mount her, without the slightest bit of foreplay, shove his
cock into her long enough only for the hot, wetness in it to create enough friction on
his cock head to make him come, then quickly withdraw, to leave the woman
simmering in an agony of frustration.
On a few occasions when lust had overcome her, Norma had shame-facedly finished
herself off with her finger, cursing her weakness with each pulsating stroke. Afterwards,
listening to her husband snore, she would repeat every good thought she'd ever been
taught in an attempt to wash herself clean of the evil she'd committed.
These then were the players, together with little hot-pants Toby and her pussy-chasing
brother Charlie. Don't forget little Toby's sister. She gets in a few good licks too.


Chapter 5

Sam Perkins tooled the large car casually down the road. The wind shield wipers beat a
steady staccato, destroying the droplets of rain almost before they settled on the glass.
The radio blared out a popular crooner's version of the current popular ballad and Sam
absent-mindedly kept time with the toe of his left foot. He gazed easily out the window,
the traffic this time of day being rather sparse.
The big blonde sitting beside him let her hand fall into his lap. When Sam didn't
protest, she started rubbing him. Soon his manhood was showing clearly; bulging
through the tightly bunched cloth like it was straining to get out.
"Keep that up and I'll make you eat it," Sam said easily, confident that that was exactly
what the girl was after.
"Promise?" the blonde replied teasingly, giggling a little.
"Unzip me," Sam answered, his eyes never leaving the road.
Willingly the girl obeyed, and soon had Sam's organ prominently displayed, letting her
fingertips dash over the purplish head seductively. Without any further encouragement
from the cocks owner, the blonde leaned over and covered the blood-gorged prick with
her mouth. Instantly she began to suck noisily at him, letting her experienced tongue
play over the head of his joint, pausing briefly to dip into the tiny opening on top of it.
Noting that the steering wheel seemed to be impeding her rapid up and down motions,
Sam casually reached down beside the seat and released a lever. Immediately the seat
dropped back slightly, allowing the girl's head to bob up and down unobstructed.
Taking advantage of her more comfortable position, the girl increased her sucking
motions, at the same time dipping her hand into Sam's open fly and grasping his fast
swelling balls. This made Sam groan slightly, the only emotion or sound he'd made.
Sam let his foot ease up on the gas pedal, relaxed. He enjoyed having his cock sucked,
and the blonde was a real expert. He knew that when he shot his come up into her
mouth, she would greedily drink every drop of it, squeezing his balls tantalizingly
trying to get every ounce. From the way she was going at him, the man knew that it
wouldn't be long before he burst with a shout into her oral cavity.
The blonde was enjoying herself. She would suck his cock into her mouth as deeply as
she could take it, dipping her head low over his crotch. Then, as she slowly let his shaft
escape from its warm imprisonment, she would rapidly run her educated tongue over
his cock head. She could feel him jump a little and noted that his breathing was
increasing steadily each time she did it. To anyone watching, it was obvious that the
blonde liked sucking cock. She could hardly wait for Sam to explode in her throat. She
also loved the taste of come. She liked the thick, heavy, cream, trickling down her
throat. She would chide him later about leaving her well oiled, but happy.
That was one of the reasons Sam enjoyed the big blonde, as he called her, so much. She
was a totally sensuous woman. She loved sex. In any way, at any time, any place, and
for the most part, with almost anyone. There was nothing that Sam knew about that
she didn't like to do. She liked fucking straight, fucking dog fashion, getting on top,
getting it side-ways... everyway. She also didn't object to getting a joint up her ass,
although she sometimes complained if the guy didn't use some kind of lubricant. But of
all the things she liked, sucking cock was her favorite, and she didn't care who knew it.
She would even admit that a picture of a hard prick sent her into shock. There was
something about feeling a prick shoot off in her mouth that simply sent her into fits of
ecstasy... uncontrolled, uninhibited, unabashed.
Just then she felt Sam stiffen meaningfully. He was about to come. She increased the
speed of her bobbing head, at the same time decreasing the opening of her mouth so
that his cock head received still more warm, scintillating, friction. That was the straw
that broke the camel's back.
Sam sighed heavily, lifted one hand off the steering wheel, and placed it on her head,
shoving her down onto his stick. At the same time he raised his hips upward, with the
combined effect being that he felt the head of his column shoving itself into the girl's
throat. He knew from experience that she wouldn't object. She only opened her mouth
that much wider so that more of his prick could find its way deeper into her mouth.
She knew too that Sam wouldn't keep his cock in her throat long enough to make her
gag. But she would get all the hot and heavy come that she wanted. The blonde rapidly
worked her adam's apple, trying to swallow as fast as Sam was shooting it.
Finally Sam grimaced, shuddered, shoved her head down hard once, then relaxed. He
was finished. The girl didn't move. She lay there across his lap, his rapidly diminishing
tool still held securely in her mouth. She could feel her own warm wetness between her
legs, and wished for a moment that Sam could fuck her. She knew that if they had been
in bed, it wouldn't have taken her long to get his cock up again. But, they weren't, and
she had tired of the cocksucking routine for the time being. What she wanted now was
a smoke. But not just an ordinary smoke. No! Something special. For although she
truly liked sucking Sam off, she didn't come on this trip to Morgansville each week just
for that. Hell no! She went along because Sam always asked her to, in exchange for a
little something special. Pot! Grass! Mary Jane!
Since the stuff was illegal, it was hard as hell to get around there. But Sam always
seemed to have plenty on hand. He wouldn't sell it though. No, not Sam. He used the
stuff himself, and he made sure that all his friends had all they needed, but he wouldn't
sell even one joint. So, the trick was to make sure that you were friends with Sam... that
way, you got all the pot you wanted.
Sam was ostensibly a drummer, who traveled the area once a week. He sold farm
implements, and from all appearances, did quite well. He was always careful, never
made a scene, was generally well liked, and as far as anyone knew, a pillar of society. In
fact, all this was true. Sam did fit in. He did everything that was expected of him, and
did it better than anyone else the company could find. They were more than pleased
with Sam's record, and considered him the best man they had on the road. Sam could
have moved up in the company long before that, but he was quite happy where he was,
on the road.
To keep up appearances, Sam had never been seen to take a drink, never been late for
his rounds, always remembered important dates with his customers, and sent cards, and
sometimes presents, on their birthdays and other special dates. The company's home
files were literally bulging with letters of praise and high commendation for Sam. He
even attended church regularly, and had dinner with the local Bible-thumper on
Sundays. Sam was very careful never to offend, and never cursed except when he was
sure that his customers code permitted a limited amount of vulgarity. Even then he
limited himself to an occasional 'damn' or 'hell', except discussing politics. At those
times, depending on the side his customer was on, he would agree what 'son-of-abitch's 
the spend-thrift democrats' were, or conversely, what 'no-good, belly-robbing,
mother-fucking, bastards, the republicans' were.
Yes, all in all, Sam was the perfect example of the successful traveling salesman, and
there wasn't a tarnish on his record. No one in his right mind would have even
suggested that Sam Perkins was anything but a fine, upstanding, God-fearing, citizen.
And Sam was too. He was that is, except for one little thing. Sam loved sex. No, Sam
didn't just love it, he worshiped it. There was absolutely nothing Sam loved better. The
only reason he was always so careful about what he did and didn't do was because if he
ever made a mistake it might mean the end to his perfect setup. Traveling the way he
did, Sam had access to almost all the pussy, and fucking, and sucking, and corn-holing,
and everything else his heart desired that Sam could want. Almost! Sam, because of the
way he was, was never completely satisfied. He always had room for a little more,
something new, something different. That was one of the many reasons he had never
married. After all, why should a champion wine taster buy a vineyard?
Yes indeed. Sam had everything just the way he wanted it. He made his rounds
regularly, got all the pussy he needed, and didn't have a care in the world. That was one
of the reasons Sam wouldn't take the chance of selling any of the pot he had in
abundance. Too much risk. Besides, he didn't need the money. Sam made all of that he
needed for his meager needs. Fortunately he was good enough in the sack so that he
could get all the pussy he needed. Also, he was happy single, so he restrained himself
by only fucking frustrated married women, and then only for the day and time he
happened to be in town. That way, no complications, and everyone stayed happy.
But Sam had discovered, quite by accident, that pot seemed to do strange things to
women. It turned them on. Made them sexier than they might otherwise have been.
Since Sam had stumbled onto pot, he'd increased his stable of fucking broads by threefold.
The way he had discovered pot in the first place had been by accident. He had gone in
to visit his friend the sheriff, and a couple of city detectives had been there. Seems they
had discovered a field of the stuff growing just outside of town. Sam, until then, hadn't
even know what it looked like. But after seeing it, he realized that he knew where
plenty of the stuff was. Thanks to his carefully concealed double life, his natural
hesitation kept Sam from saying anything about it however.
All the talk about pot had Sam curious. What the hell was it about the stuff that seemed
to have everyone up in the air? Finally Sam decided to try it himself. Harvesting a few
plants, he let them dry out. Crushing the dead leaves, Sam carefully rolled a joint. He
let it age still a few more days, then one night he decided to take the big step.
Personally Sam didn't see anything that great about it. It made him feel just about the
same as getting loaded on booze did. He was disappointed. However, the same evening,
his new next door neighbor decided to pay him a visit, to see if she could enlist his aid
in helping her move a very large piece of furniture. Sam had never seen her before, and
was he in for a surprise.
She was a very beautiful, petite little brunette. Sam started not to open his door. He was
feeling a little giddy, and high from smoking the grass. One of the toughest things for
Sam to do however, was control his curiosity Giving in, he went to the door. When
he'd opened the door he could do nothing but stare. One of the first things Sam
realized about pot was that unlike booze, his pecker got hard as hell right off. And the
sight of the lovely cunt standing in his doorway was enough to make anyone hot.
The girl started in with her spiel, displaying her prettiest smile. She knew she was good
looking, and didn't see anything wrong in taking advantage of it. Besides, she put out
more often than not, found she enjoyed fucking, and felt that she was being more than
fair about the whole thing.
The girl had just started asking her favor when the distinctive aroma of grass assailed
her nostrils. She knew that smell well, having indulged quite often herself. However,
since moving to her new home, she'd had quite a bit of difficulty in making a
connection. The smell of fresh, strong pot made her mouth literally water. Her large tits
rose and fell heavily, and she stopped talking. Just as well. Sam was doing nothing but
staring at her ample boobs anyway, paying particular attention to the deep cleft she'd
deliberately arranged as an added inducement to any reluctant helper.
"Ummmm! Smells good," she said, trying to peer into Sam's apartment.
"What?" he replied, not realizing that pot had such a recognizable smell, or that his
words were a little slurred.
"The grass," she said, acting a little hurt that she was being left out. Without waiting for
an invitation, the girl stepped over the threshold. Aware only that his cock was hard,
and not giving a good hot damned what had brought such a delectable dish to him,
Sam quickly closed the door in case she changed her mind.
"What's that about grass?" Sam asked, trying to portray the innocent, and ignorant one
right to the end.
"Yours! I can smell it. Damn! It's strong enough. I'm getting high just sniffing it."
"Grass? Don't know what you're talking about," Sam slurred, staggering slightly as he
made for a chair. It seemed that the weed was having a more alcoholic effect than Sam
had realized. The room seemed to be swaying, and there was a roaring in his ears. The
girl's voice seemed to be far away, and close up, all at the same time. Sam felt weird;
stranger than he'd ever felt before. He also felt violently threatened. How did the girl
know he was smoking? He wished he'd never opened the door. Seeing that her
neighbor seemed to be out of it, and fearing that she just might indeed wind up being
left out, the girl decided to take positive action. Coming over to him, she plopped
herself down on his lap. Pulling his face to her, she eagerly french kissed him; her
tongue probing deep inside his own hot mouth. To Sam it seemed as if the effect were
magnifying itself a thousand fold, and he passionately returned her ardent kiss. His
hard-on got bigger, and her cute little wiggling ass on his lap didn't help any.
Sam's hand found her tit. Squeezing it, he soon found that everything belonged to her.
Her tit was large, firm, and uptilted inviting. Hungrily, Sam thrust his hand down the
open V of her blouse, finally grasping hold of firm, hot flesh. His fingers found her
nipple, and under his expert fondling, it was soon taunt, hard, and ready. After a few
moments he switched to the other one, then tiring of that game, tried to thrust his
hand up under her skirt. It was only then that she displayed any resistance.
Pulling herself away from Sam, she made an effort to get up. Grabbing at her, he tried
to hold her on his lap. Giggling, she urged him to not be in such a hurry. After all, she
pointed out, he wasn't expecting anyone was he? Seeing the logic in her argument, even
if hazily through his turned on mind, he agreed that he wasn't expecting anyone. Then
it suddenly came crashing through to him that his need didn't have a damned thing to
do with whether or not he was expecting anyone or not. His hot cock was demanding
immediate release. His hard-on didn't ask him if he were expecting anyone, only when
the fuck he was going to find a nice hot pussy to sink it into.
Again Sam reached for his elusive prey, and again she skillfully avoided him, this time
succeeding in eluding his grasp. She jumped up quickly, did a half-turn, then took three
steps away from Sam, turned to him, and smiled at him. Sam, his prick throbbing
painfully, glared at the cute brunette. She must be some kind of fucking prick teaser or
something, he thought. She quickly dispelled this thought however with her next
question.
"Aren't you going to at least offer a girl a puff of pot?"
"Wha... " Sam tried to reply drunkenly. In fact, by then about the only thing not drunk
about Sam was his prick. This the girl could see for herself, since it bulged
provocatively from the front of his pants, even in his sitting position.
"Pot, grass! You know lover. The thing that makes the whole world beautiful, the grass
greener and sun brighter. You know lover, the thing. THE THING!!"
"How did you know?" Sam questioned.
"Smell man, smell. This place reeks of grass. It's so strong I'm almost high just from
sniffing the fumes. Where did you ever get such strong stuff? Wow!"
Although incapable of doing anything about it now, Sam filed away in his mesmerized
mind a reminder never to smoke grass in his own apartment, or anywhere else where it
was closed in. Too risky. He still didn't want to let the girl have any. The fewer people
who knew about it, the better. But if he didn't, well she might squeal on him. Sam
decided to give in.
"Okay baby," he said happily. "If you really want some, I'll get it. But I still don't see
what the big deal it's supposed to be."
Anticipating her smoke, the girl had not heard Sam. After bringing out the crumbling
leaves and papers, Sam watched with hypnotic stupor as she prepared a joint for herself,
kindled it, then drew in deeply; letting the smoke drift deeply into her lungs and
holding it for awhile. After a bit, the girl giggled, and cast him a sexy come on type
look. Same moved towards her again.
Things weren't too clear in Sam's mind about what happened next. All he remembered
for sure was that this time the girl had offered no resistance at all to his advances. Not
only that, she'd helped him every step of the way. That in itself wasn't so strange. The
thing that Sam remembered most was the delicious way in which he remembered her
loving it. Girls had enjoyed the way Sam fucked them before, but never quite like that.
This girl had turned pure, unadulterated, sex kitten, clawing, biting, yelling, purring,
and enjoying what Sam was doing to her beyond anything he could have dreamed any
doll would.
As Sam had reached her tits, she had hastily unbuttoned her blouse and swiftly
reaching behind her had unsnapped her bra. Her tits swung free and Sam sucked in his
breath. They were gorgeous. The most beautiful he'd ever envisioned. Hungrily he'd
dropped to his knees before her on the floor. Reaching out again, he kneaded the
mounds with lusty delight. Leaning over, he popped first one, then the other of the
tasty mounds into his mouth. The girl sighed deeply, urging him to suck her taut
nipples more. Sam did his best to comply, and sucked noisily away at them.
Tiring of his game, Sam once more thrust his hand up under the girl's dress. This time
there was no attempt to stop him. All she did was open her legs wide to accommodate
him. Sam's hard-on throbbed violently. He could never remember having such a big
hard-on that held up so well when he'd been on booze. At the same time he couldn't
remember everything tasting, feeling, smelling or being so wonderful before.
The girl reached out and began rubbing his swollen lump through his pants. Her touch
sent thrills of electric shock racing through Sam. She seemed to be totally abandoned;
so completely different from the cute, personable girl who'd walked in. This wasn't a
girl. She was a full grown, sexual, craving animal who wanted to be fucked in the worst
way. And Sam was just the little boy who'd accommodate her.
Quickly Sam finished undressing her until at last, she had only her sheer black panties
on. Giggling wildly, the girl insisted that Sam let her undress him. He happily agreed
and stood up. Reaching out an unsteady hand, the girl grasped him once more by his
enlarged instrument, then leaned forward and planted a kiss on the head of it through
his pants. Sam moaned loudly, pushing her head into his crotch. He did love being
sucked off.
Without taking her mouth away from her new found toy, the girl reached up and began
unbuckling Sam's belt. Another thing Sam had noticed was that sound seemed to be
magnified ten-fold. The sound of his zipper being pulled down seemed to reverberate
throughout the room. He couldn't help worrying about whether the neighbors might
have heard it. But by then the girl had succeeded in freeing his cock from its hiding
place, and was even then busy planting numerous, hot, damp, tonguing kisses over
every inch of it. It was all Sam could do to stand still, much less think very much about
the fucking neighbors. Piss on them anyway.
At the girl's urging, Sam stepped out of his trousers, then his shorts. While she had
been working on the low road, Sam had been working on the high. His shirt was
already unbuttoned, and he eagerly pulled it off. Now, except for his shoes, Sam was as
naked with the exception of her panties, as the girl. Then Sam had an uncontrollable
desire to fuck with his shoes on, and damned if he was going to be denied. When he
told the girl about his desire, she giggled again. Seems the girl giggled quite a bit.
Sam too was giggling a little, although he didn't seem to notice or mind. The girl now
had his prick in her mouth and was sucking away at it like it was the most beautiful
cock she'd ever laid tongue or eye on. Sam was sure that his every being was going to
be pulled right out of him through the head of his cock. The girl seemed determined to
do just that, and each time Sam would moan, she would increase the speed of her
sucking. Sam was in pure heaven.
Under such a concerted assault, Sam soon felt his balls tighten, and then swell. Holding
onto her head now, pushing and pulling her alternately, Sam was helping her along on
her appointed task. His prick felt better than it had ever felt before, and it seemed that
every stroke was more beautiful than the last. He was almost afraid of the time when he
would come. He wasn't sure but what he might not just kneel right over and die,
everything felt so good.
At last Sam felt his come bubbling deep inside his loins, and Sam would have warned
her of what was about to happen. Only there wasn't time. It caught him completely by
surprise, and suddenly he felt his hot cream gushing out of the end of his prick. It
burned like hell the first spurt, but the girl didn't slacken her sweet, sucking stroke one
bit. If anything, she increased it, all the while sucking and drinking as if she had spent
the last fifty years on the Sahara desert, and couldn't get enough liquid in her body.
Sam's come flowed like water, and he became aware that he was screaming. Briefly a
thought about the neighbors flashed through his mind, but there just wasn't room in
his head for such common thoughts. He was dying the most wonderful death any man
had ever died, and he didn't want to miss a bit of it.
Then a marvelous thing happened. At last Sam felt the last hot spurt of his burning
semen jet out into the hungry mouth eating it. Expecting his manhood to regress into
infantile boyhood, Sam was completely taken by surprise when he realized that the
girl's intentions didn't include stopping what she was doing. It seemed as if she were
completely unaware of the fact that he'd already shot his come in her mouth, and that
she'd drank and swallowed every single drop of it. Instead she had only increased the
teasing, tantalizing motions of her mouth, and Sam's hard-on hadn't diminished one
centimeter. Instead, Sam could almost swear that it had increased and actually grown
some since he'd shot off.
Eager now to fuck the girl with what seemed to him like a real perpetual hard-on, Sam
carefully removed his joint from her hot mouth, and pushed her back down on the
floor. He tried to spread her legs, but she laughingly and skillfully rolled out from
under him. Sam stood, his prick jutting out like a battering ram, and glared at the
laughing girl. What was she trying to do anyway? Make a fool of him? Well, she'd soon
learn that she couldn't get away with that. He'd given her the pot hadn't he? Well, he
was entitled to something, and he damned well would collect it.
Seeing the disturbed look on Sam's face, the girl giggled again, then graciously bowed
to him from the waist. Next she cautioned him against making too much noise, and
asked him not to get uptight. She had no intentions, she assured him, of leaving him in
such a state. All she wanted, she went on, was to get on the top so that she could ride
his hard cock all she wanted to.
The thought pleased Sam, and he smiled broadly. It had been a long time since he'd
done it that way, and the prospect appealed to him. Quickly he lay down on the floor,
noting briefly that the coarse carpet pile irritated his back slightly. That was soon
forgotten however when the girl stood directly over him, with one foot on either side of
him, and he was gazing straight up into the most gorgeous pussy he'd ever seen. He
had the damndest urge to eat that cunt. He told her so, and she giggled again, but
moved herself forward and little and began to squat over his face. As she steadily
lowered herself down onto Sam's eagerly flicking tongue she gazed into his eyes. There
was a merriment that Sam had never before seen in a girl's eyes when she was getting
fucked, and he liked it. That must be the results of the grass he though, then all
thoughts except eating the delicious pussy above him vanished.
The girl lowered herself onto his tongue, but didn't push herself completely down. She
hovered just slightly above his face but close enough so that his tongue could just barely
touch her swollen cunt lips. Straining, Sam tried to raise his head slightly in an effort to
jam his tongue deep into her orifice, but she held onto his head, pushing him back
down. She giggled again, and told Sam that she wasn't ready for him to do that yet.
Instead, she wanted him just to tease, and tickle her pussy a little. It wasn't she
confided, quite hot enough yet.
Obeying, Sam let the tip of his tongue flick around the lovely cunt lips, touching them
first here, then there. The girl responded by wiggling her ass provocatively, at the same
time urging Sam to greater heights. Sam complied, and happily so. He was having more
fun than he could ever remember having before. This was the culmination of all his
dreams. He had always been a little shy, and the thought of doing what he was doing
now, had entered his mind before, but he'd never had the guts to fulfill his desire. Now
he was doing it, and he was happier than he could ever remember being before.
Gradually, as Sam's teasing tongue began working its magic on her cunt, the girl slowly
lowered herself down until at last her pussy could be fully penetrated by his tongue.
The effect Sam was having on her was obvious, and instead of holding his head down
now she was urging him upwards, trying to drive his inquisitive tongue still deeper into
her slot. Her head was rolling from side to side and she was moaning loudly. Her back
had been arched, and half her weight was supported by Sam's head, and the rest by the
balls of her feet. It alternated that way, first on Sam's face, then on her feet depending
on what seemed to be giving her the most pleasure at the time. Sometimes she would
come crashing fully down onto his probing tongue, and at others she would raise
herself upwards until only the tantalize tip of it teased her widely spread pussy opening.
Either was equally delicious to her, and she repeatedly informed Sam of what a
wonderful job of eating her cunt he was doing. Sam, his mouth full, found he couldn't
answer her, so instead he only increased his efforts, causing her to jump each time. As
her come approached, the girl began to grind herself into Sam's mouth ever more,
increasing her need, and trying desperately to make Sam understand it. Sam, doing his
best, held onto the hips of the writhing girl the best he could, trying to pull her down
onto him and giving himself the pleasure of licking at her with all his might. He
himself felt that it was quite possible that he might come when she did, his swollen
cock was throbbing so hard. He hoped so, and then at the same time he didn't hope so.
After all, he still hadn't fucked that delicious pussy yet.
When the girl exploded, Sam felt his whole face, mouth and tongue bathed in her
sweet, delicious juices. But, try as he never had before, Sam found that he just couldn't
seem to drink it all in. She was coming too much, wiggling around too much, and
bouncing around too much for him to control her. Some of the delicate liquid escaped
from him, and he could feel it trickling down his cheeks. He tried to remind himself to
get at it later. He didn't want to miss any of the wonderful stuff.
The girl also didn't want him to miss any of it, and repeatedly urged him to suck her
cunt harder, to lick her, mouth her, drive her insane, and she reported to him loudly
she must be coming too.
At last the girl's wild convulsions subsided somewhat, and she settled down to a steady
grinding, bouncing motion, letting Sam lick the remaining drops of her come from the
walls of her puss. More and more of the juice trickled down from inside of her, and
Sam was right there to catch it. He had decided that he was going to suck her so dry
that he would have to use vaseline to fuck her with. His own cock was throbbing wildly
now, eager and anxious to get a chance as such a delicious delicacy Reaching behind
her, the girl located his stick, and began to caress it lovingly. As she did so, Sam's heat
rose sharply, and he too began to twist and squirm. At last deciding that he'd gotten all
the precious cream he was going to get, Sam made an effort to raise her up off his
mouth. She however, wasn't ready yet, and told him to remain where he was. He wasn't
through yet she declared, and she wanted him to get it all. Sam, eager to be about other
business, nonetheless complied with her wishes, and went back to licking and sucking
her aromatic cunt. The hairs of her pussy were tickling his nose, and unable to stop
himself, he sneezed.
She let out a wild cry, and begging him to do it again, moved her cunt repeatedly over
his mouth and nose, tickling him unmercifully. Sam felt the urge coming again, and she
increased her efforts. At last he sneezed once more, and the rapid stream, and forced air
shot up her crevice again. She wiggled her ass with appreciation.
At last deciding that she'd had enough, the girl relinquished her position of domination
over Sam's head, and fell heavily on the floor. She giggled wildly. Sam, overeager now,
and his need pounding in his prick, immediately forced her over onto her back, and
forced his knee between her legs. Although she'd just come, she accepted him onto her
eagerly also, whispering hotly in his ear her deep desire to have him ram his cock into
her well oiled cunt.
Sam didn't need any urging. He felt he was so hot he might come the instant his cock
touched the lips of her pussy. The girl reached under him, and grasping him firmly by
the joint, guided it expertly to her hole. Shoving himself forward, Sam was astonished
that his huge hard-on slipped so easily into her crevice. She must really have some big
cunt, he thought to himself, then remembered that while he had been eating her it had
seemed like one of the tightest, smallest holes he'd ever known. It had almost been
difficult for him to force his tongue into her from time to time, and the only possible
explanation he could think of was that she was so hot herself that her hole had opened
up.
Whatever the reason, Sam soon forgot about it with the wonderful sensation his prick
was receiving at the behest of the girl who writhed, clawed, yelled and fought under
him. He was going to fuck that bitch like she'd never been fucked before. He was going
to drive his joint into her cunt so far that she would swear it was tickling her tonsils.
Backing off slightly, Sam rammed himself forward forcefully, trying his best to make his
vow come true. The girl under him grunted her appreciation, then begged him to do it
again. Sam willingly complied, once more taking off, only this time even more, and sent
his column crashing into her once more. He felt his cock head touch the very bottom of
her cunt, and heard her groan loudly, a mixture of pleasure and pain. Sam was too busy
worrying about his own needs right then however, and contented himself with steadily
pushing his meat rapidly back and forth into her hot box. The girl wrapped her legs
around him, and shoving herself up to meet him each time he would come swooping
down, groaned her satisfaction at what he was doing, and the way she felt. As Sam
pumped away at her steadily he began to feel that what he was doing was unreal; that
the beautiful piece of ass under him was a rare mirage, and that any minute he would
wake up and find he was dreaming. It seemed to Sam that the hold that only seconds
before had seemed like it was the biggest hole in the world had suddenly shrunk to the
tightest, smallest, grabbingest pussy he'd ever had his cock into. She seemed to be
tearing his cock off with the tightening of her cunt muscles, and Sam would moan
mightily each time he would try to pull himself back for another plunge forward.
Then as he would go crashing forward, it would almost hurt his cock's head as it tried
to push the tight, delicate membranes aside so that it might gain entrance. When at last
he succeeded in once more reaching the bottom, he couldn't tell whether it was the
throb of his own meat that was sending such ornery pangs of seductive pain racing to
his brain, or whether it was the palpitation of her cunt muscles that was doing it. Either
way, Sam felt as if he were drowning in a sea of pleasure, pain, satisfaction, agony,
sensuality, hurt, joy, despair and torment. At the same time, and separately, Sam
alternately wished that he could stop, and dreaded the thought that this would ever end.
His need becoming frantic now, Sam bounced on top of the luscious thing under him.
His tool went in and out of her hole now with a will all its own, wishing only for the
wonderment of the spectacular release that he knew would soon be his.
The girl wrapped her legs around him, and urging him loudly onward, clawed at his
back. Sam felt the pain, and yet at the same time could care less. The only reality at the
moment seemed to be his stinging, pulsating cock. He had to shoot his come soon or
he would go insane with delight.
Just then he felt his boiling fluid burst its bounds, and gush headlong the length of his
prick. Next he felt it jet out of the end, and splash loudly into the eager, waiting slit it
was buried in. The girl felt it too, and announced that she was coming, at the same time
sinking her teeth deeply into his shoulder. The pain was intense, but Sam's need was
even more demanding. He hardly felt her bite.
On and downward Sam plunged into the willing girl. She wantonly begged him for still
more fucking, and he didn't disappoint her; repeatedly sending his column slicing into
her tender trap. The two were now so overcome by their emotions that they were
literally rolling about on the floor; fortunately not bumping into anything solid. First
one, then the other would be on top, and sometimes they would be on their sides.
Either way, both were gushing out their very life.
After what seemed like an eternity Sam felt his racing blood begin to slow down. The
girl he was still deeply imbedded in whimpering softly, her face buried in the softness of
his neck. She would still occasionally tighten her entire body, doing it more as a spasm.
When she did this every muscle in her body would react, including her pussy
membranes, giving a milking effect to Sam's rapidly diminishing cock. Each time he
would answer by moving his own meat by tightening the muscles of his groin.
At last, exhausted, they just lay there, breathing hard and deep, trying to regain their
senses. The girl was the first to recover. She gently began pushing at Sam, and too tired
to resist, he fell away from her. She got to her feet, looked about for a moment as if to
orient herself as to where she was. Then the pretty damsel found her clothes, still laying
where they had been hastily discarded in the heat of the moment.
From the comer of his eye, Sam watched with detached interest as she slowly dressed,
not saying a word. A faint stirring of desire crept over him, but he was too bushed to
give life to it. All he cared about now was rest. Besides, he was sure that the hot piece
would be back for more. He was sure that he had given her the fucking of her life. For
some odd reason, it simply hadn't occurred to Sam that the grass might have had any
effect in his lovemaking. To him, the only one responsible was his own super-stump.
Dressed, the girl started towards the door, her original mission completely forgotten.
She was still high. Stopping, she looked about in a confused state, then spying Sam on
the floor, just as she had left him went quickly over to him and knelt down. Planting a
firm kiss on his lips, she giggled, then smiled. Her eyes still contained that deep, dark
mysterious quality that Sam had noted before. He wanted desperately to penetrate that
veil. Then he seemed to remember that he had somewhere, somehow, during their
fucking. But he was too tired to think about it then. All he wanted was sleep.
Mouthing her thanks, unable or unwilling to speak, the girl quickly rose, then
unsteadily made for the door. Sam was sorry to see her going, but was incapable at that
moment of the effort it would take to stop her. He would just have to take his chances
on seeing her later. Then she was gone. Sam fell into a restful sleep.
The next morning Sam awoke in the same position he'd fallen asleep in. His head
ached slightly, and it took him a few minutes to figure out what he was doing on the
floor. He couldn't remember everything very clearly, and when he tried to stand, he
almost fell over. Taking a good hold on himself, and this time being a little more
careful, he finally managed to get to his feet, only to collapse into the nearest chair. He
sat there for a while as his mind cleared itself of the cobwebs. He suddenly desired a
smoke, and then some of the events of the evening came back to him.
Looking around quickly, and unable to see any evidence that a girl had been there, and
knowing that he hadn't known or seen her before, Sam was forced to the conclusion
that everything he seemed to vaguely remember was nothing more than a hallucination.
That had to be it. That was why they said pot was the magic maker, the greatest, the
dream stuff. Because that was exactly what it made you do. But from the way his body
ached, Sam concluded that he must have enacted his fantasy with all the care of a real
live performance. Otherwise he would hurt all over. He even felt the sting on his back
from sharp claws being raked across it. Wow! What a dream.
Still tired, the man made himself some coffee to settle his nerves, and while he sipped
the hot brew vowed that his experimentation with grass was at an end. It was a wild
and wonderful feeling, and the dream had been as real as if it had really happened, but
he couldn't get over the thought of the disaster that would have befallen him had he
attempted to go out in that state. He would surely have given the whole thing away.
Refreshed by the coffee, Sam was glad that he'd decided to wait to try the stuff until he
had a day off. He firmly resolved that he would spend the rest of the day in bed.
Stumbling back through the living room on his way to the bedroom, his eye unsteady,
he was almost to the bedroom door when he noted something out of the comer of his
eye. There was a large wall to ceiling mirror on one wall of his living room, and Sam
happened to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He looked a mess. Coming
closer, he peered intently at himself in the glass, searching to see if there were any signs
of his indulgence. Unable to see any tangible proof of what he'd done, he'd been on the
verge of turning away when he spied the long, red, ugly scratches on his side. They
were tender and sore. Turning, he saw that his back was literally covered with long,
deep claw marks. He looked like he'd tangled with a tiger.
Reflections of his dream seeped back into his mind, and if it had been true that was
exactly what he had tangled with. But it wasn't true; only a dream. He must have
somehow managed to scratch himself. He tried to reach back behind himself to prove
that it could be done. He met with no success. Confused, he wondered how he'd
managed to do it in his stupor. The thought that what he'd dreamed about actually
happening, that he had really fucked the hell out of that gorgeous pussy, began to grow
in his mind. Carefully, he took further stock of himself in the mirror. His mouth had
the distinctive taste of iron in it. Pussy taste! His cock was sore, and as he examined it,
he found traces of come all over it. It felt as if it had been well used. Could it be
possible? Could he really have brought a complete stranger, a neighbor if what he
remembered was true, into his home, stripped her, fucked her, sucked her, and then let
her quietly go home? Could he have done all this, and with her complete agreement
and help, and not even know her name? All under the influence of pot?
Then the small black bundle caught his eye. Walking over and picking it up, Sam
discovered a pair of black panties. These were not a dream. They were real, and just as
he remembered them. Then it had happened. It wasn't a dream. Shaking his head, and
marvelling at his discovery, yet still not able to completely believe it, Sam trudged off to
bed. His head still hurt, and he was tired. Much too tired to think about it right then.
After a little rest he would think about it. But right then the only thing he wanted was
sleep.
The blonde let go of his cock, and sitting up in the seat, she reached for a cigarette. Sam
pushed in the lighter in the dash, and started to put his prick away. She reached across
and put her hand over his, stopping him. She told him that she would do it for him,
only later. She still wanted to look at it. They both laughed, then the lighter popped
out, announcing that it was ready for use.
Sam's thoughts returned to that first experience with pot. It had been wild all right.
Later, he'd been woke up by the sound of someone trying to push their finger through
his door bell. Going to the door, he'd found the same girl. Confused, but anxious now
to prove that it had been real instead of a dream, Sam had invited her in. The hand that
poured them coffee shook slightly, and noting it the girl laughed. She asked if that was
the first time Sam had tried pot. He admitted that it was. She told him then that she
had discovered long ago that her sexual experiences seem all that much more intense,
and that she enjoyed it much more when she was high. Remembering some of the
things she had done, Sam could believe it.
The two of them had had sex many times after that, and each time had seemed better
than the last. Gradually, taking extreme care, Sam had introduced others to the
wonders of sex under grass. The effect had always been astounding, and each of his
lovers had promised that they would help keep his secret. Thus Sam had built up quite
a following, always being careful who he chose, and never letting himself be roped into
giving one of them more than just enough to last them until the next time he saw
them. That way, he felt the chances of them getting someone else involved, thus
increasing the chances of the wrong people finding out, were decreases. So far,
everything had worked out just right.


Chapter 6

The blonde reached across and grudgingly put his limp pecker away when the sign
announcing the city limits of her destination appeared. Sighing heavily she told Sam
that he must have driven too fast, otherwise they wouldn't have made such good time.
She even hinted that she wouldn't object if he wanted to turn around and drive halfway
back the way they had come. Pleased, Sam laughed, then explained that one of the
other men was on his vacation. Sam had promised to look in on a couple of his
customers for him while he was gone, so he would have to drive over there that
evening, rather than spend the night in Morgansville. The blonde was obviously hurt,
and said so. She reminded him that they always spent some time together on trips, and
that she wouldn't have come along had she known he was going to run out on her.
Calming her, Sam assured her that they would fuck, but that he just wouldn't be able to
spend the entire night. He would have to leave before too long so that he could keep
his commitment. Sulking, the girl agreed that if that was what had to be it was what
had to be. But she brightened when Sam mentioned that he'd brought along a couple of
extra joints of grass. At least the trip wouldn't be a complete bust.
They checked into a motel, and Sam quickly went about making his rounds. Because of
the light shower, none of his clients were too busy, so he managed to get finished
quicker than he usually did. Going back to the motel, he found the blonde naked and
stoned, at least half-stoned. Getting undressed quickly, his cock already ready for
business, Sam lost little time pushing her onto the bed.
She protested at first, insisting that he let her suck him off again. Reminding her that
he couldn't stay as long as usual, they finally compromised. The blonde sucked his cock
for awhile, but stopped before he could come. At the same time, Sam licked at her
delicious cunt, driving her wild with desire. She really loved to fuck Sam thought, then
resented the fact that he had had to interrupt his routine because of the other man's
vacation. He had been looking forward to his tryst with the blonde all week long, and
now he would have to cut it short.
When he turned her around to the regular position, she was more than ready, and
shoved herself up violently when he stuck his cock into her. Soon they were bouncing
all over the bed, and Sam felt his come getting ready to spill out into her pussy.
Wrapping his arms tightly around her neck, he kissed her passionately and at the same
time increased the tempo of his pounding thrusts into her warm, wet, slit. The blonde
came at the same time, scratching at him in her need, wrapping herself around him and
holding onto him as if he were the last real thing on earth.
Later, as Sam dressed to go, she sat on the edge of the bed looking at him
reproachfully. She hadn't been completely satisfied she protested, and demanded that he
fuck her again. Looking at his watch, and noting that it was clouding up again outside
Sam insisted that he had to go. The tone of his voice however was genuinely regretful,
and this seemed to solace her somewhat. When he produced the extra pot he had
promised, her face lit up brightly. Sam felt that that would keep her happy, at least until
the next time he could see her.
Kissing her, and promising that he wouldn't let anything interfere with their next
meeting, Sam left. Once he had the car back on the road, he glanced once at his map,
then sure that he knew the way over the unfamiliar terrain, pressed his foot firmly
down on the accelerator and sped toward his destination.
At the same time Sam was speeding out of Morgansville, Miss Simms was busily
jamming the overly large cucumber deep into her hot cunt. With each deep ram, she
would sigh loudly, and sometimes close her eyes tightly. When she did this however,
she would quickly open them again so as not to miss any of the show her two Shetland
ponies were putting on. She could clearly see the huge prick of the stud going in and
out of the mares cunt. It made loud sloppy noises each time the animal rammed it
home.
At last Miss Simms felt her own hot come bubble over, and felt it rushing out of her,
bathing both her hand and the cucumber. Weak at the knees, she sagged against the
sacks of feed her ass was resting on.
Just in time, she thought. The sound of a car pulling into her yard came to her, and she
quickly pulled the vegetable dildo from her steaming pussy. Placing it lovingly aside,
she cast one last glance at the still violently fucking horses, regretting that she had to
leave so soon. Then, moving quickly lest the woman in the car come into the barn to
find her, and discover what she had been doing, she placed the wad of tissues she
always brought along with her on her forays firmly in place covering her slit, then
pulled her plain cotton panties firmly over them.
Dropping her unattractive skirt over her nicely shaped legs, she checked herself quickly,
making sure that there were no tell-tale signs she might have overlooked. Just then the
horn of the car outside sounded, and she hurried out to meet her visitor. It would be
Norma, Ann's mother, she knew. It was the day they were supposed to go over to
Margaret's house. The three of them had arranged it last Sunday at church. They were
the committee for the church bazaar and supper that was planned for the first of the
month, and they had to make plans. Miss Simms had tried to get them to meet at her
house, but Margaret had protested that she had too much to do that day, and it was
finally agreed that they would come to her house. Norma had promised to drive over
and pick Miss Simms up, and deliver her home when the meeting was over.
That day Miss Simms had been overcome by her need, and although she had succeeded
in denying it for over a week, had finally given in. She had been afraid that she couldn't
finish before Norma arrived, and had almost delayed so long that she hadn't. She wasn't
completely satisfied, but she knew that she would have to make do with what she'd
managed to accomplish. It would be too late by the time she returned she knew, and
besides, after the terrible thing her needs had viciously forced her to do, she should
spend the rest of the night begging forgiveness for being such a detestable woman. She
wondered quickly if Margaret or Norma were ever overcome by such unnatural desires.
She quickly swept the thought away. Of course they weren't. They were good women,
not wanton whores like her. Oh! How could she have ever been cursed so?
Norma, getting impatient, pressed the horn again. She was irritated. She had that
feeling again. She had fought it off the last two nights, and last night her husband had
insisted on fucking her. That, as usual, had left her even more frustrated, and she was
so hot between her legs she could hardly stand it. She desperately wanted relief, but at
the same time, equally as much wanted to fight off her craven desires. She was just a
thoroughly wicked, unclean women, she thought to herself, and was glad that she
would be spending the rest of the evening with a good, and upright woman like Miss
Simms. Surely she would never sink so low as to give vent to such horrible thoughts.
She was a good woman, and Norma hoped that some of her goodness would rub off on
her that night. Between Margaret, a dear, sweet, clean, woman who certainly had never
had a bad thought or wish in her life, and the good, brightly serene Miss Simms,
perhaps she could control her sinful weakness.
At last she saw the good Miss Simm's come from the barn, where no doubt she had
been performing some useful, clean, task, befitting her righteous position. Oh, how she
wished she could bring herself under control and be more like Miss Simms and
Margaret. She would try. She would just try harder, that was all.
Walking swiftly, Miss Simms was soon seated beside her, and Norma carefully backed
out of the farmyard. As they drove over to Margaret's place, they discussed some of
their ideas for the coming church function. Soon they found themselves being roundly
greeted by Margaret, and being ushered into the living room.
The Andersons had just finished their dinner, and both ladies accepted the offer of
sharing coffee with them. Then, with Jed settling himself in his chair in the living room,
and the three women gathered together around the coffee table, they all settled down
for the evening. The children had been sent off to study in their rooms, so as not to
disturb the adults, and aside from the sounds of the women's womanly voices, the only
sound in the room was the occasional tinkle of crockery and the rustle of Jed's evening
paper. The picture of tranquility that a stranger would see was one being enacted all
over the valley, and anyone glancing in on it would have surely believed that none of
the participants had a care in the world. For this certainly was the best of all possible
worlds and they were satisfied with their lot. Weren't they?
The journey was uneventful, and except for the presence of the threatening rain clouds,
boring. Sam was making good time, and he would have arrived at his destination ahead
of time had it not been for the detour. But such are the avenues of life, and although
Sam had a choice of two routes to chose from, he had chosen to go to the left, even
though the road wasn't as good as the one to the right.
According to the map, after a short distance, the bad road turned onto a well paved one
that led directly into the town, from another direction. Sam remembered that the road
had just been built, and should be in good condition. The other way was smoother, but
over ten miles longer. It was election time, and the country roads were being resurfaced.
That was the reason for the detour.
After carefully checking his map, and being more than just a little annoyed by the
delay, Sam decided that he would take the quicker route. After the rain, the road was
muddy, and rutted, and Sam had to drive slowly. He was glad that he only had a short
distance to go on the road. He would be in a fine pickle if he got stuck way out here.
There wasn't a farm in sight for miles.
After going only a short distance, Sam came to the creek that was indicated on the map.
The rain must have been harder than he thought. The small wooden bridge crossing the
creek had been washed out, something that was a frequent occurrence in this part of
the state.
Cursing soundly, Sam delicately attempted to back up. There wasn't room for him to
turn around, not without taking a chance on getting bogged down. The backward
driving was slow and tedious, and Sam had to stop frequently when he inadvertently
went too far to one side or the other.
As he stopped and pulled forward for perhaps the twentieth time, Sam felt his rear
wheels begin to spin, sending shivers of dread shooting through him. Gunning the
motor, he tried desperately to go forward enough to prevent him from bogging down.
But he'd given it too much gas, and he heard the wheels spin loudly, then felt the big
car slip sideways, and off the road.
The wheels dunk deeply into the thick, dark, earth, made soggy by the rains. To top
things off, large, pelting drops of fresh rain began bouncing off the hood and roof of the
stalled car.
Throwing the gear shift violently into reverse, Sam went backwards, at the same time
feeling his car sink ever deeper into the thick mire. He tried to rock himself back and
forth in a vain attempt to free the wheels, but to no avail.
At last he opened the door, and looking back, saw that he was stuck in the mud up to
his fenders. The only way he would manage to get out of that mess he knew would be
to be towed out. Disgusted, he switched off the ignition and sat there listening to the
sound of the rain pounding on the roof of the car. Lighting a cigarette, he prepared to
wait until the deluge let up enough for him to walk back to the main road.
There was nothing else he could do. If he was lucky, he just might find a farmer willing
to pull him out tonight, although he knew that was doubtful. A night like that would
even be risky business for someone to bring their tractor down a road as bad as the one
he'd taken.
He cursed the country, the road, and his dumb luck all at the same time. In particular,
he cursed the man whose vacation had resulted in his being here in the first place. If it
weren't for him, Sam would be in a nice warm bed, with a hot blonde, who had an even
hotter pussy, merrily fucking and sucking away.
Instead he was stuck up to his asshole in this motherfucking muck, and would probably
be stranded here until tomorrow. But there was nothing he could do about it, so he just
sat and smoked his cigarette, listened to the rain, and watched as the gathering darkness
enfold him.
At last the rain let up somewhat, and now that it was dark, Sam could see lights coming
from a building not too far away. He hadn't noticed it before, the low hanging clouds
and murk having obscured his view. But now that the orange light pierced invitingly
through the darkness, Sam was elated to realize that the farm house couldn't be more
than four or five hundred yards away. True it was cross country, but Sam always carried
hip boots in the back of his car when traveling, just in case something like this did
happen. He'd been traveling this part of the country too long not to know what could
happen.
Getting out of the car, he quickly pulled on his boots, rolled up his trousers, then set off
in the direction of the lights. First he'd been careful to lock his car, putting his precious
little pouch of happy-hemp in his inside coat pocket. No sense in taking chances. That
was Sam's creed.
As he approached the farm house, he could hear the dogs begin to bark. He hoped the
farmer would come out to investigate. He didn't relish the idea of getting bit by some
hound, and the way his luck was running that would be just what happened. He
trudged on, stepping carefully lest he slip and fall.
In the attic of the Anderson home, Toby and Charlie also heard the dogs barking. They
wondered only briefly about what they might be raising Cain about. At the moment
they really didn't care. Toby's breathing was hot and heavy in Charlie's ear.
He was fumbling awkwardly in the darkness with the buttons of her shirt, while at the
same time she did battle with the zipper on his jeans. Toby had better luck, and soon he
felt her eager, hot, hand wrapping itself around his already erect peter. She quickly
pulled it free of his shorts, and began to caress it lovingly.
"Toby! Take off that damned thing for me. I can't find the buttons," Charlie finally said
in exasperation.
Eager to feel Charlie's big cock in her hot cunt, Toby did as he had asked her, and soon
she was completely naked. It had been a real stroke of luck, having Miss Simms and
Ann's mother come over that night. Otherwise, they would have been downstairs in the
living room, studying. But this way, they could slip up here in the attic, and pick up
where they had left off in the bam.
Toby felt she was literally on fire inside, and wanted Charlie's prick in her so badly she
was sure she would die if she were denied any longer.
Once she was naked, Charlie pushed her back onto the pallet they had made. He still
had on his jeans, and Toby urged him to take them off, so she could feel his balls
bouncing against her ass.
Charlie quickly complied, although he did leave his shirt on. As she lowered himself
onto his knees, his cock bobbed wickedly and even in the dim light, Toby could see it.
She reached out, grasped it, and using it like a handle, pulled Charlie to her.
Almost without thinking, she opened her mouth and let the delicious hunk of meat slip
between her lips. Charlie sighed heavily, placing his hands on his sister's head, urging
her to do more.
Toby willingly did. Charlie began to evenly rock back and forth, sending his shaft
sinking into Toby's ever increasingly hot mouth until he felt the head of his peter touch
the back of her mouth. Toby, helping as much as she could, would open her mouth as
wide as possible to accommodate her brother's meat, then suck hungrily at it as he
pulled it out.
When Charlie increased the speed of his in and out motions, she realized that he
intended to mouth-fuck her. She wanted him to come in her mouth all right, but her
own burning box needed attention, and she knew that if he came in her mouth, she
wouldn't get taken care of herself.
Reaching between his legs, she firmly grabbed him by his balls, and squeezing slightly
pulled him to a stop.
"What's the matter?" Charlie asked, his voice heavy and full of lust. He didn't want to
stop, and if she hadn't stopped him, he would have exploded in her throat in another
second or two.
"Fuck me," Toby answered, her words mumbled and hard to understand since she still
had her mouth full of hard cock.
"Huh?"
She pulled his dick out of her mouth just enough to allow her to talk plainly. "Fuck me!
I want to feel you in me. I'm so hot Charlie. Please! I want you to fuck me."
Charlie only wanted to shoot his load. He could feel it still bubbling around inside of
him, and he knew that if he didn't get some release soon, he would wind up with the
cramps.
But the tone of Toby's voice convinced him that she wasn't going to finish sucking him
off. At least not right then. If he wanted to get his rocks off, he'd have to do so in her
pussy. This didn't exactly displease him, although he couldn't help worrying about
getting her pregnant. That would really be something terrible, he thought to himself.
Getting his own sister with child.
"OK!" Charlie finally said, anxious now to get on with it. If she got pregnant then he'd
worry about that later. Right now the only thing he was concerned with was getting his
cock back into a nice, warm, hole. If that hole had to be her cunt, then so be it. Just so
long as it was hot, deep, wet, and clinging.
Happy, Toby lay down, and opened her legs wide to receive her brother's cock. Charlie
lowered himself on top of her, and felt her reach out and grab him. She guided his
peter to her pussy, and he pushed his hips forward repeatedly, until his cock was firmly
situated in her pussy.
Then Toby let go of it, and putting her arms around him, shoved her own hips up to
meet his downward thrusts. Charlie's cock went deeper and deeper into his sister's
pussy, and he was astonished at how good it felt. He had remembered that she had
been a really fantastic fuck, but he hadn't remembered her cunt being so good.
She was without a doubt the best piece of ass he had ever had. He wished truly that she
weren't his sister, and felt slightly jealous at the thought that someday some other man
would be fucking her delicious little cunt. But for right now the only cock in her
belonged to him, and he intended to make the most of it.
Toby was moaning now, and even though the attic was well built Charlie couldn't help
fearing that someone downstairs would hear the noise and come up to investigate.
Trying to silence her, he covered her mouth with his own again, and felt her tongue
dart out to meet his.
They didn't stop, or miss a single stroke, and Toby could feel Charlie fucking her faster
and harder all the time. He must be getting ready to come she thought and hastened to
shoot off with him.
She felt she would die if she didn't get to feel her own juices flowing freely to mingle
with his at the same time. The tempo with which she thrust herself up to meet him
increased, and she locked her legs around him, using her heels to help shove him
downward into her, trying to drive his stake ever deeper into her.
It was the most wonderful feeling she'd ever had, and she was convinced that she would
never tire of feeling hot, hard, cock buried deep inside of her.
Charlie stiffened, then drove himself into Toby with all his might at full speed. At the
same time he felt the first hot gush of his come jet out the end of his peter, and splash
into Toby's burning slit. Toby moaned loudly, even through the frantic kissing, and
jerked herself wantonly upwards, trying to imbed his cock still a little deeper into her
pussy.
She wanted to feel every little spurt of his come in her. At the same time, the feel of his
first torrid cream sent her over the damning edge, and she felt her own juice beginning
to cascade through the walls of her opening deep inside of her.
Each time Charlie scraped the head of his wonderful cock over the super-sensitive nerve
endings inside of her, Toby would lurch forward convulsively, sending another wave of
thick come washing down inside of her. She viciously fought with her brother,
alternately coming, and receiving his come, deep in her innards.
She was sure that there was never a feeling as great as the one which she felt racing all
over her right then. It was heaven. Pure and simple ecstasy, of the highest sort. Toby
was totally happy and satisfied, and she didn't give the slightest thought to the barking
of the dogs outside.
Charlie however had finished his climax, and was laying on top of Toby enjoying the
pulling feeling the muscles inside her pussy were doing to his prick. The increased
barking of the dogs however finally caught his attention, and now that he had been
satisfied, his mind went to the object of their attentions.
Someone must be coming, he thought. If it were just some animal out in the woods he
would have been scared off by the dogs by now. He would give Toby, who seemed to be
settling down a little now, a few more hard pumps, then go down and see who it was.
Who in the hell would be coming up here at this time of night, and in this weather?
Seemed to be coming across the field too.
At last satisfied, Toby relaxed, and as she lovingly caressed her brother's back and
shoulders, began to wonder also about the barking dogs. She really didn't care who it
was of course, the only thing that interested her right now being buried deep in her.
But her natural woman's curiosity couldn't but help being aroused.
Sally too heard the sounds of the dogs barking. But she was even less interested in them
than were her brother and sister. She had sneaked up into the attic before they had
come, so that she might try out the new dildo she'd made.
She'd never tried a dildo before, but the girls at school were always talking about them.
They had even described in detail how to make one. Sally had been working on one for
what seemed like forever. She secretly was afraid to finish it, since she didn't exactly
know for sure how to use it.
But the sights she'd seen that afternoon had been all that was needed to urge her on to
completion, and after having left Toby in the living room, she'd quickly gone up and
put the finishing touches on it. That evening at dinner she had been so fidgety with
heat.


Chapter 7

All the people sat together in the room in a rather congenial manner. It was a party,
and Jed was as excited as anyone else in the room.
He walked around, pouring himself a drink now and then and moving up and down
the room in a sort of stupor, having fantasies about what he would do, and to whom,
that evening.
He was getting itchy. So itchy, in fact, that he disappeared into a room by himself for a
while and pulled out his cock, just to examine it and make sure it was in shape for the
big evening to come.
Sure enough, as he unzipped his pants and there it was! His prize-winning prick that
could fuck the hell out of any cunt in the county. Jed smacked his lips. That's really
going to be something when I shove this whanger up whomsoever's cunt.
He pushed his prick back into his pants, satisfied that it would service him well tonight,
and all nights, for that matter, and then walked back into the living room, where the
guests were gathered, talking, laughing, and drinking as guests are wont to do.
Jed sat down on the couch and he could feel his prick hot inside him, rubbing against
his thigh. He ached to reach down and finger it, to caress the tool that had done him so
much service, and given him so many pleasurable hours. But he figured that would be
kind of obscene, considering the circumstances. A party, after all, and hardly begun,
was no place to start masturbating.
Jed slumped down on the couch and let his prick drop against his legs. He glanced
around the room at the various guests, and then started having fantasies about whose
cunt he'd like to fuck that night. Ah, there was one over there! A sweet blond beauty
whose thighs were rippling underneath her short skirt, and whose long hair came
forward and caressed her round, bouncing tits.
Jed looked at Margaret. She had her eyes averted. He looked at Norma, and for the first
time realized that the woman was openly fingering her pussy. The sight excited him,
and he felt his rod get rock hard. The woman was hot, and so was he. Jed had long
wanted a crack at her, and from the way she was acting, he was going to get his chance.
The room was filled with the sounds of people giggling. Miss Simms, becoming
frightened because of the intensity of her inner feelings, and afraid that she might
display some of the innate evilness she felt, rose and tried to go to the bathroom. She
toppled back onto the sofa drunkenly. The sight of her falling seemed to be funny to
Margaret and she laughed out loud. Unable to stop herself, Miss Simms laughed too.
Just then Jed stood up. He was full of himself, and he wanted some action. The thing
he wanted more than anything else at that moment was to fuck. He didn't care who he
fucked; his wife, his daughter, Norma, or for that matter even Miss Simms. But there
was one thing for sure. He wanted to fuck. His cock was hard, and he wanted a nice
hot pussy to stick it in. Looking first at his wife, the farmer caught her eye. Even in her
stupor, Margaret recognized the look he was giving her. Right then she agreed with the
idea, since her own pussy seemed like it was on fire. She winked at him, then giggled
loudly.
That was all Jed needed. Seeming to forget all about the others in the room, Jed pulled
his long, large, hard cock out of his pants right in front of everyone. Walking towards
his wife, his rod grasped firmly in his hand, he stopped in front of her.
"I want some pussy, woman," he declared loudly.
The shock effect was terrific. Norma, seeing what Jed was doing found herself both
repulsed, and strangely drawn to the gorgeous sight she beheld. She found herself
unable to look away, and openly stared at his huge prick, jutting out in front of him
like a battering ram.
Miss Simms, looking down from the ceiling only when she heard him speak, and being
unable to believe she'd heard what she did, glanced at him quickly, then seeing his
enormous dick protruding openly from his pants, once more cast her eyes heavenward,
and hoped that she could resist the terrible temptation that was rising steadily inside of
her.
She had the most peculiar feeling. For all her life she had never felt just the way she did
then. She wanted desperately to call out to Jed, to beg him to fuck her with his big dick.
But using all the willpower she possessed, she had so far managed to keep from giving
vent to her urge.
Margaret, shocked completely by Jed's open display of himself, and in spite of her
desire wishing for all the world that she could drop dead right on the spot, glanced
about at her women friends, praying that by some miracle they hadn't seen what he had
done.
One look however, showed her she was ruined. They would tell everyone in the valley
what her husband had done, and he would be lucky if he escaped being locked up.
But on closer examination, Margaret wasn't so sure. The near hypnotic look on
Norma's face surprised her. The girl just couldn't take her eyes off Jed's openly exposed
cock. Her mouth was wide open, and had it not been for her licking of her lips,
Margaret might have attributed her condition to one of sheer shock.
But no. Norma was enraptured by the sight of her Jed's enormous meat, and if
Margaret was any judge, was even at that very moment wishing she had it in her.
Toby, seeing things as if through a fog, had watched her father pull his peter out of his
pants, then advance towards her mother. She had watched with glee as he had
announced for all to hear what he wanted, and hoped that his demands would be met
by her mother.
The girl could still remember the sight of watching her father slamming his big dick
repeatedly into her mother's exposed pussy that very afternoon, and the thought of
being treated to still another show enthralled her. She didn't even see Charlie get to his
feet and head in her direction, and wasn't aware of him until he put his hand on her tit.
She tried to push his hand away, being afraid that someone might see it, but her
strength seemed to leave her. Besides, she knew that she wanted his hand there. It felt
good.
Sam, beginning to feel the effects himself now, only smiled as he watched what Jed did.
He knew that now the true nature of everyone in the room would come out. Those that
were really turned on would start stripping, while those that were turned off would start
splitting. Either way, Sam knew that there would be enough cunt left in the room for
him to get his wick dipped, and he looked about eagerly to see which one he would
poke first.
Margaret, so ashamed was she at what Jed had done, she had looked away, being
unable to move; hoping that he would just go away and that everyone would forget that
they had seen it. Disappointed, that his wife wouldn't fuck, Jed started to reach out and
turn her head that way, intending to stick his dick in her mouth and make her suck
him off, when he caught sight of the open mouthed Norma.
The expression on her face, together with the unwavering gaze locked to his prick,
convinced him that there would be more fertile fields in her direction. He walked
toward her, and she made no efforts to move. Miss Simms, hearing him coming in their
direction, lowered her head and opened her eyes just long enough to confirm it, then
returned to staring at the ceiling, her cunt burning so badly that she doubted she would
be able to resist much longer.
The sight of the big human cock, one of the most beautiful she had ever was proving to
be too much for her. She wished someone would hurry and pass the pipe again. She
needed another drag.
Sam merely sat and watched . He knew that soon enough he would find his target.
Looking in the direction of Jed's children he wasn't too surprised to see the girl
struggling with the zipper on the boy's pants, nor with the boy trying to unbutton her
blouse.
It wasn't exactly something known only in heathen countries he knew. Incest was
practiced in many civilized countries, although no one went around bragging about it.
Next his gaze moved to Margaret whose face was now a bright red.
Sam realized that the woman was genuinely embarrassed by what was going on, but at
the time he could tell that she was turned on too. She wanted to get fucked, and the
only thing that kept her from taking her husband up on his offer was obviously the
presence of the other people in the room.
Knowing that, Sam decided that she would be his first target, and knew that all it would
take would be for her to see her husband fucking another woman; which Sam was sure
going to do any moment now. From the steady way in which Jed was advancing on
Norma, and the way she stared hypnotically hard at his cock, Sam knew that she
couldn't turn him down when he said 'let's fuck'.
As usually was the case, Sam was right. Once he got to the woman, Jed lost no time in
useless conversation. Pointing to the state of his joint, he simply asked her if she knew
of a remedy.
Norma, giggling, finally managed to break her eyes away from the sight of his big dick
long enough to look up at him. Giggling again she replied that the only remedy she
had ever heard of was finding a deep, hot, dark, wet, hole to stick it in. Without waiting
for the next obvious question, she volunteered the information that she had such a hole.
Then, as Margaret watched in horror, Norma promptly stood up and took her clothes
off. Jed stood to the side and admired her body as more and more of it became visible.
She had a fine body all right, and for a woman her age, her tits stuck out firmly, with
no noticeable sag to them whatsoever.
Her nipples were large, and dark, and Jed was quick to note that stood out hard, firm
and taut. She was ready he knew, and his cock couldn't have been any more eager.
Next, Norma unzipped her skirt, and stepped quickly out of it, aware of no one else in
the room except for Jed. The rest of the people there just didn't exist as far as she was
concerned. The only thing she cared about at that moment was the terrible itching
between her legs, and her certain desire that the huge thing sticking so provocatively
out of Jed's pants could cure that itch for her. She wanted him to fuck her, and she
didn't care who knew it.
Finally she stood with nothing except her plain, cotton, panties covering her firm, lithe,
pretty body. Without waiting for her to take them off, Jed reached out and took them
off for her. As she raised up, Norma grabbed his head and forced it to the dark bush of
hair nestling between her ripe legs.
Unable to watch any more, yet powerless to stop it, Margaret turned her gaze away, and
looked straight into the eyes of Sam. There was something deep, strange, and sensual
about Sam's eyes. Margaret had noticed it the first time she had seen him in the
kitchen.
Now those eyes seemed to bum into her very being, and the urge that she felt so keenly
seemed like a consuming force. Fuck it, she thought. My husband is getting ready to
fuck another woman, so why shouldn't I have some fun too.
Rising, she walked toward Sam, at the same time reaching behind her and unzipping
her plain cotton, house dress. Seeing her coming in his direction, Sam stood up, and
forgetting about the kids for the moment, started unbuckling his belt.
He was going to fuck this good looking woman for all she was worth, and from the
looks of her she would give him a ride he wouldn't be forgetting for a long time.
Toby, after getting Charlie's zipper undone for the third time that day, again pulled his
cock out. Just then, she looked between his legs and saw her mother advancing on the
stranger. Reaching up and grasping Charlie by his cock, she pulled on it like a bell rope
to attract his attention.
Finally she succeeded. Following her pointing finger, Charlie saw what she was trying
to tell him, and managed to hear her say something about not thinking it right that a
stranger fuck her mother.
Charlie, agreeing with her, sat down beside her and pondered what they should do
about the situation. At the same time they saw that Norma was shoving their father's
face into her hot cunt, and had her head thrown back in wanton abandonment.
Giggling, Toby said she thought the whole family was a bunch of fucking, oversexed,
perverts.
Charlie giggled too, then rammed two fingers of his free hand, the one not playing with
her firm young, tits, up her cunt. This stopped Toby from giggling for the time being,
and she squeezed his cock hard.
As they watched Charlie leaned over and asked Toby to suck his dick. At first Toby
refused, saying that she would miss seeing the fun. But under Charlie's urging, and
with him promising to describe in detail everything he saw, she finally agreed, and
lowered her head over his erect prick.
Margaret was stripped naked now, and Sam was soon the same way. Reaching out,
Margaret grasped his erect cock and lovingly caressed it, talking to it in baby talk, like
she would talk to a living, free thinking thing. She asked it coyly if it would like to fuck
her, and speaking for the throbbing joint, Sam answered in the affirmative, and
Margaret giggled. When Charlie told Toby about it, Toby stopped sucking his cock long
enough to raise up and yell at her mother to stop giggling and start fucking.
Margaret, remembering that her daughter was in the room for the first time since she
had come under the influence, glared at her. Her look turned to one of disbelief, then
anger as she saw what the two were doing. Shouting at them, she demanded that they
stop what they were doing, telling them it wasn't nice. Then giggling, she asked Toby
how Charlie's prick tasted. Toby raised up again, shouted that it tasted like salt, and
once more plunged back onto her human lollipop; much to Charlie's delight.
Giggling again, and seeing that she was having no effect on her children by ordering
them to stop what they were doing, she settled for cautioning Charlie against making
his sister pregnant in case he fucked her. Charlie further startled her by announcing
that he had already fucked his sister twice that day, and if she was ever going to get
pregnant, then she already was.
Scandalized by what her eyes saw, and her ears heard, Margaret suppressed another
giggle, then demanded that her husband stop eating Norma's pussy long enough to
correct their children. Jed's only answer was to raise one hand, then give her the
famous one finger salute.
Seeing this, Margaret giggled again. Sam, impatient now to begin, grabbed Margaret by
the wrist and pulled her down beside him on the floor. Swiftly he was on top of her,
and his knee forced itself between her legs. She giggled again, telling him not to be in
such a hurry, and tried to look back over her to see if her children were behaving
themselves.
All she got for her trouble was a still stiffer neck than she usually had when she got
tight.
Eventually Sam managed to get his knee between her legs, and once he had them open
Margaret co-operated fully. Her breathing was coming heavy now, and remembering
the fucking her husband had given her early that afternoon, she was anxious to have
another one.
The man getting ready to fuck her, she couldn't remember his name, didn't have as big
a joint as her Jed, but his cock certainly was nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, her
husband was just then pushing her friend Norma over onto her back and was preparing
to mount her.
Margaret giggled again. Boy oh boy would Norma be surprised when she learned what
Jed's cock felt like. Who else in the world could fuck like her horny husband? She
giggled again, then stopped quickly as she felt the head of the stranger's cock being
shoved up her cunt. Moaning, she opened her legs still more, and hotly urged him on
in his task.
She realized that she was going to enjoy getting fucked by the stranger more than she'd
realized she would. Wow! From the way everyone was fucking around here, she
thought, someone would think somebody slipped some Spanish fly in the coffee. She
giggled again, and wondered if that might be just what happened.
But then she felt Sam's cock plunge fully into her burning hole, and she was too busy
thinking about her own need to worry about how she happened to be getting fucked on
her living room floor by a complete stranger, while at the same time her husband
fucked her friend Norma m front other, her daughter disobeyed her and went right on
sucking her son's prick.
Remembering the size of her son's prick, she giggled again, and vowed that she
wouldn't mind getting fucked by him either before the night was through.
Just then the air was rent by a loud scream, and looking over she saw that Jed had just
rammed his prick all the way into Norma. The woman was thrashing about on the floor
in a frenzy, alternately begging him to take it out, and then holding onto him so tightly
he could barely move.
She kept yelling for quite some time each time he would jam it into her, but as her
pussy became stretched more, and the big dick hurt her less, her cries lessened. They
may as well have, since Jed wasn't about to stop pounding away at her until he had shot
her cunt full of hot come. By now however, Norma wanted the same thing, and instead
of cries of pain, they could hear her begging him to fuck her deeper and harder; all the
while soundly cursing her no-good bastard of a husband for having kept such a
wonderful thing from her all these years.
With all the commotion going on, Miss Simms finally capitulated. Jumping up, she
quickly took in the action around the room, then raced for the kitchen. Opening the
refrigerator, she was delighted to find a huge cucumber almost right before her eyes.
Grabbing it, and at the same time throwing her skirt off, she plopped herself down in
the chair and jammed it full length into her throbbing, beating, cunt; sighing heavily as
it sank deep inside of her.
Charlie, becoming bored with his sister's sucking, and seeing Miss Simms race off to
the kitchen, decided that he would go investigate. After all, she just might be going to
call someone and give the whole fucking party away. If that happened, people might get
the wrong idea. Charlie certainly didn't want that to happen.
Pushing Toby aside, and promising that he would be right back and insuring that she
wouldn't follow him by making her promise that she would watch out for their parents,
Charlie took off after Miss Simms.
He had just entered the kitchen, his cock still hanging out of his pants, when she
jammed the cucumber in her cunt. Seeing the look on her face, Charlie couldn't help
giggling. She heard him and looked up. Although embarrassed, she made no effort to
hide what she was doing, and in fact just went right on with it. Seeing the young man's
hard cock protruding from his pants however, she gazed at it longingly.
The thought of what was happening in the other room jarred her, and she licked her
lips with anticipation. She giggled. Charlie giggled also, and took another step in her
direction.
Asking her if she didn't think that his real cock wouldn't do her pussy much more good
than the cucumber would. Miss Simms, unable to answer, could only stare hard at
Charlie's cock. She again brushed her tongue over her parched lips, and moved the
vegetable in and out of her swollen cunt.
Taking the bull by the horns, Charlie reached out and put his hands on her head. His
hard-on jutted out in front of him pointed directly at her mouth. Miss Simm's seemed
incapable of independent action as Charlie moved still closer to her, forcing his joy stick
almost against the dry lips of her mouth. She opened her mouth, and Charlie moved
the half-inch further than was needed to push his joint into her warm crevice.
The taste of cock was strange to Miss Simms.
In fact, any cock, in any way, was strange to the lonely single woman. She'd often
dreamed of having a cock all her own, to suck, and play with, to love, to caress, and to
fuck her.
Now she had a real one in her mouth, and while it was strange, she found the sensation
quite pleasant. As Charlie began moving his hips and cock back and forth, sending his
cock-head far into her mouth, Miss Simms co-operated in every way. At the same time,
the added excitement of a real cock made her increase the speed with which she fucked
herself with the tough, borrowed, cucumber.
She knew that as hot as she was it wouldn't take her long before she would come. For
some reason she just hadn't thought about Charlie coming, and when she did the only
thing she thought about was what it would feel like running down her throat. She
increased her in and out motion again.
Charlie, enjoying having his cock sucked more by Miss Simms than he had by his
sister, suddenly had an overwhelming desire to jam his prick into the old maid's cunt.
The thought that she was still using the cucumber on herself somehow angered him,
and he felt that he was being cheated.
Pulling his prick from her mouth, he noted with satisfaction that she looked at him
questioningly, and with some alarm. She obviously didn't want to stop. But Charlie was
sure that once he started fucking her she would forget her temporary disappointment.
Reaching down, Charlie grasped the hand she was holding the cucumber with, and
wresting it loose, pulled the oblong vegetable out of her cunt. It made a swooshing
sound as it pulled free. Miss Simms giggled, and so did Charlie. Pulling her to her feet,
Charlie led her over to where there was a vacant space on the floor.
Indicating that he wanted her to lay down, he quickly dropped to the floor himself,
pulling her with him. Miss Simms complied with his wishes, almost as if she had no
mind of her own, and wished only to do Charlie's bidding.
Once they were on the floor, Charlie pushed her back. Spreading her legs, Charlie
raised himself up on his knees, and was soon poised directly over her, his cock opening
pointing directly at her slit. Looking down, Miss Simms saw what Charlie's intentions
were, and although it had been obvious from the start she nonetheless gasped when the
reality of it hit her.
She had been vegetable-fucking herself for a long time, but the thought of having a real,
live, man's cock in her had always seemed like an impossible dream Now, that it was
going to be made a reality, she was shocked, and a little frightened. It wasn't that she
feared being hurt. Some of the cucumbers she'd used on herself in the past had been far
larger than even Charlie's cock. No, it wasn't that. It was fear of the unknown, the
different, the untried. All her life she had frequently dreamed of what was happening,
and now that it was she could hardly believe it.
However, as Charlie's cock head began to penetrate between her gorged cunt lips, she
believed it. The feeling of hot flesh sinking into even hotter flesh, drove her wild. She
went into a state of ecstasy that she wouldn't come out of until the next day.
She began to thrust her hips upward, at the same time urging him to jab her still deeper
and harder, her voice broken by anguished sobs of happiness. As Charlie moved to
comply with her wishes he found himself restrained by the tightness of her body.
She had her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, and at the same time was
straining to raise her head so that she might watch his cock as it sank into her pussy.
The boy succeeded in getting her to relax only by threatening to pull his prick out if she
didn't. Reluctantly, the older woman did as he bade her, and Charlie sent his bolt
shooting home into her.
Miss Simms, elated over the wonderful feeling of hot, hard, dick, deep inside of her,
yelled her delight. Grasping him firmly she cried out to him to fuck her. Charlie,
surprised that the old maid's pussy was so loose, was disappointed. But, pussy was
pussy, and from the way she was kicking and thrashing about under him, he knew that
she would wind up being a pretty good fuck. With that in mind, Charlie set about in
earnest to fuck her well.
Meanwhile, back in the living room, Toby felt terribly cheated. She watched the two
couples fucking wildly on the living room floor, disappointed that she didn't have a nice
hot cock all her own. By now Norma had stopped screaming and had settled down to
loud groans and moans, keeping perfect time with each time her father sent his rod
slamming into her. But as the sighs grew ever louder, Toby could tell that she was
about to come.
Her mother was so tightly wrapped around the stranger that Toby wouldn't have been
able to tell that it was her mother had she not known before hand. From her vantage
point, Toby could clearly see her mother's gaping cunt, and the stranger's glistening rod
pounding away at it. From the deep moaning sounds that her mother was beginning to
make, Toby surmised that she too was on the verge of shooting off, and the thought
that the other women in the room were getting ready to explode, while she had to
content herself with just watching made Toby sincerely feel that she was unloved.
Toby giggled. Her father was pumping wildly into Norma's cunt, and Ann's mother
suddenly screamed her intention to flood her own pussy with come. Toby could tell
however that her father was no where near ready to shoot his load. His huge cock was
glistening wet, and she felt herself getting very hot just watching it.
The thought of having it in her suddenly obsessed her, and getting up she tripped
across the room and knelt beside the fucking couple.
"Daddy," she whispered, to her valiantly laboring father. Where he got the strength to
fuck like that at his age Toby couldn't guess, but she was more interested at the
moment in deriving some of the benefits of his superior ability, rather than delving into
its causes.
Her father, looking up into the face of his daughter, couldn't help giggling. The woman
under him continued to cry out her need and ignored the conversation that was going
on between father and daughter. She was interested only in the beautiful music that was
going on in her cunt. Toby envied her.
"Daddy," Toby repeated, getting even more excited as she heard the heated depth of his
breathing and the labored grunts coming from the sex starved animal under him.
"Please don't come in her. You're not ready yet, and she is going to burst any minute
now. After you finish with her, please fuck me. Okay?"
Surprised to hear his daughter talking like that, but being totally wrapped up in his
need himself, Jed could only look at her. Then he remembered the wonderful fucking
she had gotten that afternoon in the bam, and he jammed his cock into Norma extra
hard. The woman under him squealed, then begged him to do it again. Thinking about
Toby, Jed decided that he wanted to fuck her very badly. Her breasts were exposed, just
as Charlie had left her, and the sight of the fresh, young, flesh excited Jed
tremendously. He could hardly wait to sink his joint deep into her cunt.
Dedicated now to fucking his daughter, Jed hurried with his fuck of Norma. The
woman under him was on the verge of coming anyway. All Jed did was increase the
speed with which he banged away at her tight little luscious cunt. Jed had been
genuinely surprised when he'd first stabbed her with his cock. She had the tightest
pussy he could remember fucking in a long time, and had enjoyed it. But now the
prospect of fucking the even tighter, and younger cunt of Toby egged him on to finish
Norma off.
It didn't take long, and after several ultra-hard thrust of his meat deep into her, Norma
began clawing at his back and utter unintelligible sounds. Still mumbling, she giggled,
then cried out, then screamed in Jed's ear, announcing what he already knew; that she
was coming.
Toby, listening and watching, slowly pulled her jeans off, trying not to miss anything
that was going on. The fact that the woman under her father seemed to be enjoying
herself so much intrigued her even more. She knew that her father must be good at
fucking, but actually seeing him in action this close up was really and truly an
education.
What she had seen her father doing to her mother that afternoon in the kitchen was
nothing compared to what she was witnessing now. She felt her cunt steaming, and
wished her father would hurry. She could hardly wait.
At last Jed felt that he had given Norma all the fucking she needed; at least for right
then. He rested himself for a moment, breathing hard, stirring his tingling stick in her
wet cunt occasionally. Norma, completely satisfied like she had never been before in her
life, could only lay there and moan. She didn't want Jed to pull his cock out of her, but
she was too weak to stop him. Besides, she felt that her poor cunt had been tom apart,
and was anxious to go into the bathroom to see how much damage Jed had done to it.
Therefore, when Jed pulled out of her, his joint dripping freely with her come, she
protested slightly, but made no real effort to stop him. No sooner had his prick noisily
came out than she was up and away, heading for the bathroom. She hoped that her
pussy hadn't been permanently damaged. If it had been she would have one hell of a
time explaining it to her husband. She hurried to the bathroom faster.
Toby immediately took over the warm place that Norma had vacated, and without
waiting for any foreplay whatsoever, urged her father to plunge right into her. Jed,
having a slight tinge of guilt at the thought of fucking his own daughter, hesitated for
only a moment, then, seeing her lovely, lush, bush, spread out openly before him like a
banquet, lustily set aside all doubts and set to work ramming his rod into her.
The head of Jed's cock could just barely get through Toby's cunt lips. The girl, not used
to anything to so enormous groaned loudly. When her father stopped to see if her cry
was one of pain, she told him that it was joy.
She was afraid that he might stop, and no matter how much it hurt, Toby just had to
have that big, wonderful thing in her. She opened her legs still further hoping that that
might make it easier for her to take his cock.
Once more juttingly, Jed jammed himself into Toby, and again she cried out. Deciding
that the sooner he got it all the way in her the less it would hurt her, Jed began rapidly
jamming her over and over again, with short, sharp, jabs, getting squeals of delight
mixed with cries of anguish.
Toby was sure that he must have it all in her by then, but when she managed to raise
herself up enough so that she could see between them, she was shocked to see that over
one third of the huge behemoth remained outside her sore pussy. She wasn't going to
be able to take it all after all, she realized. It was just too big.
Jed had also come to that conclusion, however his resolve to get it all the way in was
greater than that of his daughters. Backing off, he slammed himself forward with all his
might, and felt his meat go slicing into her cunt. On and on it went, and Jed could
clearly feel the membranes being tom as the head of his prick dug deeper and deeper
into her.
Toby screamed! She had wanted him to ram it all the way in, but when he had it had
hurt her so much that she couldn't stand it. She screamed again, and desperately tried
to open her legs still wider. At last his meat was all the way in, and then she could feel
his balls, heavy with come, resting peacefully against the tender cheeks of her ass. He
made it, she thought, and groaned as a shock wave of pain coursed through her.
Once he was successfully in her, Jed relaxed and gave her a chance to get used to the
size of his dick. He knew that he had hurt her, and was sorry about it. But that had
been the only way he could get it all the way in. His daughter's pussy had indeed been
tighter than Norma's, and even though she was still groaning loudly, Jed was sure that
after a time he would succeed in making her glad that he had done what he did.
Slowly, taking great care not to hurt her any more, Jed began working his swollen meat
back and forth slightly in her. She still moaned each time he moved it, so after awhile
he just let it rest where it was.
When Jed had rammed his prick full length into her pussy, Toby hadn't been prepared
for it. It had hurt her more than anything she could have ever dreamed of, and
although she had wanted it badly, she still couldn't suppress the wave of pain that had
caused her to scream.
She was sorry about it, and hoped that her father wouldn't pull his dick out of her.
Especially not after she had already endured the pain. To her relief, her father didn't but
when he started to fuck her slightly, the pain returned. Determined to endure anything
just so long as his cock exploded in her, Toby gritted her teeth, and clutching him
tightly to her, began moving herself, thus urging him to fuck her.
Taking her up and down motion as agreement, and that the hurt had therefore stopped,
Jed began to thrust his meat in and out of her. It took all the will power Toby could
muster to keep from crying out, but as her ripped pussy got used to having such a huge
organ in it, she began to enjoy the sensation.
Little by little the passion that had disappeared with the onslaught of the pain, returned,
and she began to push up to meet him with real enthusiasm.
In the kitchen, Norma stopped only long enough to get a good look at Miss Simms
being thoroughly fucked by the young stud Charlie. From the way she was heaving her
pussy up to meet each downward plunge, it was obvious to Norma that the Sunday
School teacher was having the time of her life. Norma couldn't exactly explain why, but
the fact that others were involved in the orgy and were enjoying themselves too, seemed
to ease some of her feelings of guilt. After all, she wasn't the only one.
After taking in her quick look, Norma rushed off to check her sore cunt. The big cock
of Jed had left it burning and dripping. In fact, Norma realized that she was dripping so
much that she had left a little trail of drops behind her. She wondered how much she
would be dripping if Jed had shot his tremendous load into her.
From the direction she had just come, she heard the Sunday school teacher cry loudly,
then heard the distinct sounds of wild, unbridled, passionate fucking. Also she could
hear Miss Simms loudly begging her paramour to fuck her harder, since she
announced, she was coming. It made Norma's pussy tingle just to hear it.
Margaret, feeling her own come rising up in her, grasped Sam tightly and whispered in
his ear that she was ready. Urging him quietly, she thrust herself up to him as fast as
she could, and in answer Sam rammed into her with a vengeance. He too was ready,
and he desperately wanted to spill his sperm into this hot piece of ass.
The only thing she had disappointed him about so far was the fact that her pussy had
been so big. But she had repeatedly tightened the muscles in it, and the effect had been
electrifying – like being sucked off by an electric milker. It was delicious.
At last the two fell together in a tangled mass, each shooting off together. Sam could
feel Margaret's pussy contracting voluptuously, and it made his own burning cock head
that much more sensitive and alert to the tingling sensations of his own juice spurting
pell-mell into Margaret's hole.
At last Sam felt the last hot spurt of his juice, and was on the verge of relaxing when
Margaret tightened her cunt muscles one last time. Even though Sam himself didn't
believe it possible, he suddenly felt himself being milked of still another jet of juice. He
couldn't help the slight cry of pleasurable anguish that escaped from his lips.
In the kitchen, Charlie was pumping his cock in and out of Miss Simms like there was
no tomorrow. She had already come, and was still in a state of frenzied convulsions,
unable to stop herself. Charlie had never seen anyone react this way to being fucked,
and his come was building itself for a mighty burst.
At last it blew his whistle, and Charlie went over the brink. With a loud war whoop he
banged into Miss Simms as hard as he could, sending his cock head, now wildly
spurting hot sperm, into the deepest depths of her cunt. Miss Simms, unable to talk,
could only mumble her appreciation, opening her legs as wide as possible and holding
on for every fiber of her body.
The hugeness of her father's cock was beginning to become compatible with her pussy.
Toby finally managed to relax enough that she was actually enjoying the whole thing.
She could feel her parent's huge cock head touching the very opening of her womb, and
although she didn't really know what that meant, she sensed that it would have been a
disaster had there been as much as one more inch of his mammoth prick to go in her.
But Toby wasn't worrying about that just then. She was happier than she had ever been
in her entire life, and even her father's scratchy face stubble wasn't sufficient to dampen
her enthusiasm.
Toby had begun to rock back and forth like an experienced horseman, keeping perfect
time with her father as he would alternately shove his meat into her, then withdraw it.
After Margaret had finished her fuck, she felt relaxed; and the sounds of Miss Simms
getting her ashes so thoroughly hauled in the kitchen filtered through to her. She
smiled slightly to herself as she thought of the old maid. She was really having the time
of her life tonight, Margaret reflected. You know what they always say – still water runs
deep.
Sam had begun pulling his prick out of her, and she tightened her pussy muscles one
more time as he did so, half-heartedly trying to milk one last drop of the sweet nectar
from his cock. She felt good. Then her eyes caught sight of Jed fucking Toby. At first
she was extremely shocked, and couldn't tear her gaze away from the incestuous sight.
The very idea. A father fucking his own daughter. It was bad enough for him to have
fucked Norma. But to have fucked his own daughter, well – Margaret just didn't know
if she would fix his breakfast for him the next morning or not.
She giggled, then felt her pussy tightening again. Even though Sam already had pulled
his prick out, she felt herself getting hot again at the thought of what was going on a
few feet from her.
From the rhythmic way in which Toby was keeping perfect time with her father, it was
obvious to Margaret that she was enjoying the hell out of it. The sight of her son's huge
meat, an almost smaller carbon copy of his fathers, flickered before her eyes. The
sounds of lustful pleasure had ceased in the kitchen, and Margaret sat waiting patiently
for her son to return. What was good for the goose was good for the gander. She
giggled again.
After Sam had finished with Margaret, he headed in the direction of the bathroom.
Trying the knob, he found it locked. Hoping to find another door, he tried several
more. One of the door he tried was Sally's room. The girl had come down from the
attic, completely exhausted, and fallen asleep on top of the bed. She had heard nothing
of the noise going on downstairs. But the sound of her door being opened woke her,
and seeing a strange man standing there didn't do her any good either. She yelled. Sam,
even in his euphoric state became frightened at the girls cries, and raced back
downstairs. Sally, getting up and seeing that the man had left, raced downstairs herself,
intending to tell her parents that a burglar was in the house. She was hardly prepared
for the scene she stumbled into.
First she went into the kitchen, and Charlie had just finished putting the final touches
to Miss Simms. As he withdrew his prick, all wet with come, Sally gasped. She felt her
cunt tingle with excitement; but her first reaction was that her older brother was sure
going to catch hell. The very idea; fucking someone right on the kitchen floor. It was a
wonder her parents hadn't walked in and caught him.
Next Sally ran into the living room. Seeing her mother still stretched out on the floor,
naked, and absent-mindedly rubbing her well oiled pussy, was, to say the least
traumatic to the young girl. But when she caught sight of her father busily banging his
hard joint into her sister Toby, the girl was sure she had eaten too much for dinner and
was having some kind of weird dream. She would have called it a nightmare except for
the scintillating thrill that shot through her at the sight of her father's tremendous
'organ pumping merrily away at Toby's glistening pussy. She looked at her mother,
astounded that she wasn't raising hell about it. Her mother looked at her, and giggled.
The poor girl couldn't understand it. Just then Charlie came back into the room, and
spying his mother, crossed over to her. Her mother looked at him, longing in her eyes,
and called to him to sit beside her. When he did so, her hand went immediately to his
cock, and began to lovingly caress it. Sally was sure that she had gone mad.
Just then she saw the stranger who had come into her room. He was standing by the
bookcase, and grinned at her sheepishly. She saw his cock, since he was still naked, and
the wetness between her legs began to bum.
Just then both Miss Simms and Norma appeared in the doorway, and giggling, thanked
Margaret for her hospitality, then announced that they had to leave for home, Giggling
herself, Margaret waved lazily at them, thanked them for coming, and without ever
losing her grasp on her son's peter, invited them to come again soon. Then the women
were gone, with a deep, secretive, look of self-satisfaction on their faces. Sally could
only stare after them.
Sam, recovering himself, and seeing that there was new pussy to be had, stepped toward
her. She was so thoroughly confused by now that she made no effort to resist as he led
her back across the living room, and pushed her down on the floor. Next off came her
dress, and after looking anxiously in the direction of her parents, and seeing that they
were too involved in what they were doing to notice her, forgot about everything except
the wonderfully exciting sensations she felt. Awkwardly at first, then with growing
recklessness, she reached out and grasped Sam by his cock. It was the first cock she had
ever felt, and it excited her even more than she had thought it would. Her little pussy
still ached slightly from having the false cock shoved into it, but the thought of getting
fucked by a real, live dick, made all the hurt go out of Sally. She could hardly wait, and
helped Sam to undress her.
As an afterthought, and remembering what her sister had one, Sally simply leaned over
like she had been doing it all her life, and popped Sam's cock into her mouth. The
contract of his cocks head with the hot warmth of Sally's tongue made Sam jump, and
he giggled again. Then putting his hand on her head he sought out her budding tits
with the other hand and began to play with them lovingly. For an instant Jed caught
sight of Sam getting ready to fuck his younger daughter, and at first he resented it.
Then giggling, he thought what the hell, he did want to be neighborly didn't he. And
besides, he was too wrapped up in Toby's pussy right then to loudly protest.
Pushing Sally over, Sam mounted her. Wanting to see what was happening to her, Sally
raised her head slightly so she could watch Sam as he guided his big dick into position
to fuck her. Her temples throbbed, and she felt like shaking all over, but she didn't
move for fear he would stop. As his cock touched her still tender cuntlips however she
did start a little, then relaxed and opened her legs still wider, as she had seen her
mother and sister doing. Thinking of her mother, she looked in her direction and saw
Charlie was just mounting her, his cock shining brightly, still being wet from the
fucking he had given Miss Simms.
Sam pushed his hips forward. His cock sank into the soft, sweet, lushness, of Sally's
cunt, and the girl sighed deeply. Opening her legs still more, and using his back to
brace them on, she shoved herself upwards when again Sam pushed into her. She felt
the wonderful sensation of his cock sliding into her cunt, and thought how much better
the hot, hard, rod felt than a dildo. She couldn't get over how hot his meat felt.
At last his prick was all the way in her. All that remained now was for him to finish
fucking her, and shoot his come in her. Sam didn't know that his would be the first
come the virgin pussy would feel, and truthfully it wouldn't have made much
difference. After the largeness of her mother's box, the tightness of Sally's excited him
so much that he set right to work violently fucking her, almost raising her completely
off the floor each time he banged into her. Sally was amazed that it didn't hurt her. She
had heard from the girls at school that it fucking well hurt the first time. Then she
remembered the pang of pain she had felt when the dildo went in. She was glad she
had used it. It made her first real fucking that much more enjoyable.
As Sam increased his back and forth rammings, gaining momentum and breathing
harder and harder, Sally again felt the heat rise in her. She was going to come again she
knew, and held onto Sam for dear life. All around her she could hear sounds of
passionate love making. Toby was crying out to her father to fuck her faster, that she
was about to come, and she heard her father answer that he too was ready and begging
her to hold on for a minute. Her mother was crying loudly that Charlie's cock was
going to be better than his father's when he grew up, and pleaded with her son to
throw it into her harder.
Faster and faster Sam fucked the young girl, and unable to restrain herself any longer
she added her voice to the growing chorus of yelling, crying, moaning, females. She told
him how much his cock pleased her, how deep inside of her it was going. She begged
him to fuck her harder and faster, and that she was about to come too. She told him
that she loved him, as well she did since he was the first man to fuck her. She screamed
loudly as she felt his hot, burning come lash out into her, felt him stiffen, then plunge
deep inside her again. At the same moment she felt her own juices begin to wash over
her, and spill out through her pussy. The whole room was filled with the yells, and cries
of passion and lust, and at last all six of them exploded at once. The house literally
rocked on its foundations.
Toby begged her father to ram it in her deeper; and her father yelled that he was
shooting off. Margaret pleaded with her son to fill her pussy with his come, and Charlie
announced that he was. Sam yelled that he was coming in Sally, and Sally begged him
to do more, and that she was coming to. The room rang of the sound of love.
Later, after everyone had regained their composure, everyone went to bed. The next
morning when they awoke, none believed what had happened, and too embarrassed to
talk about it, just marked it off to a dream; but everyone avoided everyone else's eye.
Jed helped Sam get his car out, and Sam was never seen again. Miss Simms ran off with
the milk man, and Norma told her husband that from now on she got fucked properly,
or she didn't get fucked at all. Jed and Margaret began fucking more often, and
although she still would occasionally fuck her animal pets, it became less and less. Toby
and Charlie continued to meet secretly in the bam and attic, and although they never
discussed what had happened that night, each secretly dreamed of the time it might
happen again.
Everyone remembered Sam, and they even tried to locate him through his company.
But they found out that he had gone straight home after leaving them, packed his bags,
resigned, and had never been seen again. They all felt bad about that, but Margaret
noticed that Jed didn't really seem to mind too much just so long as he had a nice, hot,
tight, pussy to sink his cock into when it got good and hard – which was most of the
time.
Oh yes. About Ann, the girl in the beginning of this book. Well, she turned queer,
went Republican, joined Women's Lib., and moved to Washington to work for some
politician all at the same time. She called her mother up – collect naturally – to tell her
about it, but they must have had connection, because her mother kept repeating over
and over again – "Spiro Who?"


THE END
