Sweaty Crotch Woman
by Peter Emrick


FOREWORD 

Man's passions are countless and varied. There are passions for power, 
passions for wealth, passions for war and destruction, passions for privacy 
(I.E., Howard Hughes), passions of sex. This is only a fragmentary list. 

Lawmaking bodies, exercising their passions of power, judicial figures, law 
enforcement agencies would exercise this particular passion to legislate 
against other passions. Passions of sex. 

The ludicrous side of those with passions for power flounder and waste time 
and money trying to regulate people's morals, yet none, the world over have 
done much to curb the passions for war and destruction. 

With the risk of sounding pessimistic, we will say that never will 
legislation succeed in forcing "straight" behavior on people. Especially if 
people are bent on not conforming. 

The rich pretty much practice their deviant sex passions with immunity. The 
poor are pretty much ignored. If there are statistics, they are probably 
nebulous on the extremes and frequency of deviate acts. We only hear of 
those practices which are harmful or damaging to one party or the other. 

Probably there are thousands of young people-teenagers like Skip-who would 
welcome the opportunity of "making out" with a beautiful woman like 
Kitty-and a pretty young girl like Stephanie-even with an older woman such 
as Berniece or Stephanie's mother, Gina. 

Like most things, passion is great in sensible proportions, but like a 
whipping with a cat-o'-nine-tails, one lash is too many. So it is with sex. 
Too damned much is not fun any more. 

Skip is caught up in such a tribulation. And so is a boy named 
Hank-Stephanie's brother. Contemplate his future of being taken by the 
sister and the mother. 

We wouldn't say Kitty and Gina are necesssarily evil, but when young people 
are held captive by adults, a form of bondage exists. And youngsters who 
rebel against parental dominance would call it bondage, if they stopped and 
thought about. 

We would say though that children held in incestuous bondage could be 
damaged through life. 

As we said, passions are varied. The pleasurable passions we endorse-but a 
little bit goes a long way. 

Poor Skip? 

You decide. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"I've eaten bigger ones, had much bigger ones punching my hot pussy and 
cornholing my butt," Kitty Marman murmured thoughtfully, licking her tongue 
along the agonizing length of his quivering peter. "But your prick," she 
smiled, gorging her mouth with his cock, "is just dandy and I love the taste 
and it will fit very snuggly in my cunt or up my itching asshole." 

When Skip Peterson tried to rise, she pressed her left forearm on his chest, 
pushed him back on the double bunk of the travel trailer. She lay at an 
angle over him, her left cheek against his young groin, a hand holding his 
hard, young balls as she went far down on him, devouring the entire post of 
sensual flesh. 

"Uuuuuuuuummmmmmm," Kitty purred, easing off, sucking the hot knob and 
slithering her tongue along the side of his agitated young cock. "I love 
sucking young pricks, fucking kids," she said, as if explaining. "And I'm so 
glad you ran off from home." 

He sobbed convulsively and his five-foot frame shuddered when she sucked 
particularly hard on the head of his prick, tucked it into a cheek as if it 
were a ball of candy. Kitty flattened a hand over his mouth to stifle his 
cries and released his balls, letting them sag in their taut sac so she 
could unbutton her blouse. When his sobs subsided, she deftly removed her 
blouse, letting her opulent, unharnessed titties loll free against his naked 
hip. 

"Running away from home was just perfect," Kitty growled on the knob of his 
cock, her teeth nibbling just back of the coronal flange. "I'll take you far 
away, on a nice trip, and no one will ever know. And I'll have you to suck 
and fuck whenever I want to. And I'll teach you to eat pussy and suck my 
boobies-or, I'll tan the shit out of your skinny ass. Got that, Skip?" she 
growled, biting him sort of hard before she swallowed the pulsating knob of 
his cock deep into her throat. 

Kitty pushed his pants and shorts all the way to his ankles and urged his 
knees apart so she could get her hand deep in his crotch to play with his 
balls and finger his nervous, tight anus. She employed her left hand to 
unbutton her skirt, skid the zipper and push it down so her unpantied ass 
was bare, the twin globes glistening the fagile butane light from the 
galley. 

"Ooooooohhhh, Goddamn fuckin' heaven," she sighed, gobbling noisily on his 
prick as she mouthfucked him voraciously. She dug her left hand into her 
straddle, finger-combed the thick, coarse ruby hair apart and split open her 
vulva so she could masturbate freely while she gave him a juicy blow-job. 

She had an intuitive idea the kid had never copulated before and she looked 
to his first spurt of jizz with frenzied anticipation. So what if he had a 
quick cum? She knew she could keep his prick hard with her quick, ruby lips 
and hot tongue and greedy mouth that seemed made for sucking cock. 

Kitty squeezed his balls, jostled them with the tips of her long, slender 
fingers as she sucked her cheeks in against the swollen bulb of his tasty, 
adorable young prick. From a past experience, some ten years ago when she 
was only nineteen, she knew if she continued sucking him his cock would 
swell to three or four times its normal erection size-in girth. And it would 
stay thus enlarged for two or three days. 

Savoring the prospect of a young cock that would stretch her jaws to the 
creaking point, she sucked and mouth-fucked him faster and harder. Too, she 
knew if she could "torture" his prick past its first inclination to jizz, he 
would hold his hot, creamy frosting for maybe an hour. 

"Yuuuuuuuummmmmm," she gloated, stabbing two fingers into her hot 
snatch-hole and shuddering into a minor orgasm. Already, she could feel his 
prick gaining dimension-not only in thickness, but in length. The over-all 
size of his cock was being enhanced by her educated mouth and goading 
tongue. 

A tremor began in his prick and his balls, the first hint of cumtremens and 
Kitty clamped her fingers ruthlessly on his ready-to-crack nuts. "Don't you 
jizz yet," she warned, putting an ominous note in her guttural voice. 

Skip's feet began kicking and his middle lurching-he was trying to up-fuck 
his cock into the tall redhead's devouring mouth. To accommodate him, she 
went all the way down on him, her swallow muscles taunting his sexual flesh, 
rubbing and caressing the immense knob that gorged her carnal gullet. 

Then his cum-spasm tendency passed and he cried out in torment. Kitty 
relaxed her grip on his hot, hard nuts, pressed them to him as her middle 
finger sought and found his pinched asshole. He squirmed helplessly under 
her superior weight and size. "Get your legs far apart and raise your 
knees," Kitty commanded, finger probing. 

"Oh-oh-oh, God, NO!" he wailed. But it was no avail. She had succeeded in 
spearing a finger into him, squirreling it around far inside his burning, 
clenching, panicking asshole. 

"I'm gonna suck your cock off and finger-fuck your young little asshole 'til 
you faint," she muttered, gobbling loudly on the head of his growing column 
of f uck meat as he instinctively thrust his tortured prick into her willing 
throat. 

The heel of her hand covered the bulge of his balls that roiled in the taut 
scrotum and she knew she could control and shut off his natural bent to fire 
his flood of jizz by applying cruel pressure. "I won't let your shoot your 
cum 'til I'm ready for you to," she said, a deep chuckle fluttering the 
muscles of her throat and mouth around his vibrant hunk of cock. 

Skip relaxed slightly and she thought his bottom even began to rock and roll 
gently as she finger-diddled his squeezing butt hole. "I want you in my 
ass," she slobbered juicily on his prick, "but not your finger-your 
magnificent young prick." 

Kitty could hear the soft, midnight whisper of the breeze in the proud, 
towering tops of the Northcentral Idaho pines. Ghostly were the ripples of 
the Locksa River fifty yards away. 

She gnawed happily, yet not brutally on the thickening glans of the 
fifteen-year-old's still-burgeoning prick. "You have a manly, magnificent, 
tasty cock," she admired, voice muffled because his cock was now swollen to 
such a dimension it thoroughly crammed her face. 

Her cunt was becoming soppy now and her hand sloshed warmly, hotly in her 
long fuck-gash. She pressed a thumb against her emerged clit as she diddled 
her hole with increasing vigor. 

Skip whimpered forlornly, painfully. Kitty drew her face up 'til she held 
just the tip of his dong in her teeth. 

Her eyes crossed, glitering cat-like green, as she stared down at his 
monstrous stump of cunt-stuffer. "I'll get your prick bigger'n hell," she 
promised, quickly going all the way down on him again and blowing his cock 
triumphantly. 

Already, she thought gleefully, she had mouthfucked and sucked his young 
prick to a size most any man would be bold and proud of, would boast about 
it to anyone who would listen-trying to get some female to lie down, spread 
her legs and test his hunger in her split. 

Slowly, the tenseness flowed out of the kid and he relaxed, still thrusting 
upward with his hips, his lean butt that was being finger-diddled expertly, 
shoving his cock in and out of her mouth. 

Suddenly, he came; came hard before she had a chance to compress his fertile 
sex-nuts. She scowled, wrinkles furrowing her smooth brow; but she swept in 
all of his fat, solid cock and took his flow of jizz down her gullet, into 
her stomach. 

"It's all right," she soothed, guzzling his pecker flood. "But I'll keep on 
sucking you off, keep you hard and then I'm gonna top you and fuck up a 
storm in my pussy with your prick, of course." 

Keeping his prick socked away in her mouth, she straightened so she could 
kick away her skirt, feeling extra sensuous with nothing on but garter belt 
and green net stockings that reached to her crotch, angled up the sides of 
her hips in a triangle. 

Kitty was tempted to mount him then and fuck out her lust and hot passion on 
his enormous post of flesh, but she was curious how much larger she could 
get his cock if she continued sucking him. 

When his flow of thick, sweet jizz ebbed, she asked chokingly, "Is that your 
first cum-time?" 

"The-first-time," Skip said hazily, a hand going limply to his forehead, 
brushing back his touseled, sweaty sandy hair. His middle continued 
lurching, continuing to fuck his grotesquely swollen prick into Kitty's 
glutinous mouth where her tongue was swizzling madly about the giant head of 
his weeping prick. 

Again, Kitty eased her face off his rigid joint and stared at it, 
calculating it was at least eight inches long and three inches thick. If she 
could just keep him hard, keep sucking his cock, it would gain another inch 
both ways. 

Wouldn't that be fabulous? A fifteen-year-old kid with a nine-inch prick 
that was four inches through. The idea worked on her like hypnosis and she 
began sucking cock with a fervor that surprised even her. 

His asshole was hot and fluid around her gouging finger and she could feel 
the inner pump action that hinted he was about to squirt a flow of jizz 
again. 

"Uuuummm-Yuuummm-Cuummmm on," she encouraged him to unleash a fresh torrent 
of jizz in her mouth. She nibbled and gnawed and sucked crazily on his cock, 
twisting her active mouth on his trembling sex organ. 

Skip obliged, a hand finding her long, red hair, fingers snatching a handful 
and Kitty wished his hand was clutching at her crotch, his fingers digging 
and scooping into her streaming fuck-orifice. To compensate, she made her 
masturbating hand fly in her gaping twat to propel her into her best orgasm 
so far in the night. 

As she consumed his delectable cum, she mused on the earlier part of the 
day. She had known for a month that the kid next door was going to leave 
home. He had done it three times in the past year-always coming home in five 
or six days. That part made it perfect. His mother and his stern step-father 
wouldn't get anxious for maybe a week, maybe even longer when he didn't come 
home. By that time, they might be in Texas or Southern California or 'way 
back East. 

Yes! his asshole definitely was looser now. 

"Eeeeyyyiiiaaahhh!" Skip gurgled when Kitty wormed a second finger into his 
rectum and began finger-fucking him industriously as she sucked and smacked 
her lips around his flambouyant dong that now was an angry red from her oral 
ministrations. 

Even though he sounded as if he were protesting, he drew his feet up, spread 
his thighs wide to give her free going at his balls and quivering bowels. 

Kitty spread her fingers inside him in a V, gently scratching the viscous 
walls of his butt hole, sending him into a coiling, writhing bundle of 
sensuality. 

His cock was so huge now her jaws ached from being expanded so wide to 
accommodate his gigantic fuckinstrument. And his balls were enormously 
enlarged, so big they overflowed her hand. You got a cod like a half-grown 
bull, she mused, marveling at what she had created with her mouth and lips 
and tonsil area. 

Skip's gonads seemed the size of tennis balls in her loving fingers and she 
caressed the smooth, hairless skin of the sac that seemed about to explode 
from their twin enormity. 

"Gllluuuggg-ummm," Kitty crooned, wondering how it would be to take her 
mouth from his prick and gulp in his rubbery balls, suck them to make him 
cum a third time. She closed her fist on his dangling sex spangles, chomping 
on the head of his dick with her teeth as she clamped her hot lips behind 
the ridge that was swollen all out of normal proportion. 

Her fingers clenched on his testicles, stemming another flow of jizz while 
she swallowed at his fully burgeoned cock. As she rested for a moment, she 
was astonished to realize she had shoved her entire hand up her snatch, felt 
the crinkly walls of her vagina seeming to breathe and flutter. 

She extended her fingers and sobbed with ecstasy around the mouthful of cock 
when the ends of her fingers nudged the pulpy firmness of her cervix. 

"Eeeeeiiii! Oh-fuck-goddamn!" she wailed, voice muted as she careened into 
an orgasm of unimagined violence. What she really needed was Skip Peterson's 
peter punching and pounding and pummeling her red-hot twat. 

Using her arm now, she masturbated, fucking herself with all of her hand, 
feeling the outer lips of her pussy like a large donut collapsed around her 
wrist. She wasn't worried about her cunt being bent all out of shape-she had 
had a big dog once, had his massive, obscene knob lodged inside her, making 
her guts feel as if she were eight months knocked-up. 

And her twat had flexed back to normal in a few hours-ready for the red, 
stabbing cock of the canine again-after a shot of brandy and a cup of 
coffee. But she would bet Skip Peterson had more prick and fuckability than 
that damned police dog. His cock was nearly as long and many times thicker. 
He would be a marvelous fucking machine-and he was all hers! 

She coaxed him to cock-jizz her mouth this time, reflecting on how the 
situation had come about. When she was certain he was going to leave 
home-again-she had taken her camp trailer to this secluded nook a few miles 
from the ranger station. Then she had casually informed all her neighbors 
she was going on an extended vacation-maybe tour the country in observance 
of the 200th Birthday celebration. She closed her realty office for the 
summer and lackadaisically set about closing her house, draining the 
swimming pool and packing the three-quarter ton GMC with the cab-over 
camper. The rig that would tow the fifteen-foot travel trailer. 

She had even loaned Skip fifteen dollars-he pretended he needed the money to 
buy some swim fins and things. All she had to do-she took a deep, inhaling 
tug on his vibrating cock with her mouth and lips-was determine the 
direction he was taking. 

And lie in wait. 

But first, she had an opportunity to indulge one of her most ardent and 
exciting dream-schemes. That evening-she knew that if word got out she would 
be far away and out of real suspicion-she drove into a small, wooded park on 
the outskirts of Kendrick. 

Over the hill to her right she could see the lazy skyward swirl of smoke 
from the sawmill wigwam burner. And strolling toward her, for all the world 
as if she had planned it, was the kid she wanted. She had read so many times 
of men abducting young girls from parks and even off the streets, spiriting 
them away and having their way with them. Having their way? Fucking them, 
you mean, her full lips curled in lewd anticipation. You mean forcing the 
unblossomed females to go down on them and suck on their cocks 'til they 
blew a quart of jizz down their throats. You mean taking off the little girl 
dresses and humping tip over the lean, undeveloped bare butts and cornholing 
massive cocks up those dreadfully immature rectums. 

Well, why wouldn't it be countless times more exciting for a woman to grab a 
young boy for the same carnal purpose? Lots more! Because a boy would be 
scared numb and it would be a real challenge, getting starch charged into 
that dinky dingus, get it hard enough for real sucking and fucking. 

This kid would be easy to get to, she had mused thoughtfully, watching him 
disappear into trees beside the sizeable stream for some earlier evening 
fishing. All he wore was a pair of cutoff jeans and lowcut tennis shoes. 

Kitty had eased out of the pickup cab and strode directly, purposely after 
the youngster. She stifled the urge to laugh when he looked up, his pants 
open, peeing, his back to the stream and the fishing rod resting on a forked 
stick. He blushed, made an effort to halt the piss stream so he could stuff 
his penis back in his pants. 

"I-I-Hey!" he muttered, stammering, eyes wide as Kitty swaggered toward him. 
"Hey!" he repeated as she authoritatively brushed aside his hand and lifted 
his peter in fingers and thumb. 

"Let me handle it for you," she had said, putting an arm around his 
shoulders, hand on his cheek, pressing his face in the wide valley of her 
braless tits that almost lolled out of the unbuttoned blouse. 

She worked her torso back and forth until his face was inside her blouse, 
rubbing against the inner surfaces of her tits as she bent to him. "Suck on 
my hot boobies," she suggested, her hand jacking him off after he had 
stopped peeing. "Yahhhhh," she exclaimed triumphantly when his lips actually 
moved over a dark tip, opened to absorb the coarse-textured berry of her 
ripe nipple. 

Get hard, you little son of a gun, Kitty prayed, twisting her neck so she 
could watch what her hand was doing while not discouraging the timid sucking 
of her flushed tittie-tip. 

The youngster's peter was responding to her ministerings and she yearned to 
go down on him and suck him until his cock was swollen into a gross stem of 
pleasure. 

Her pussy was steaming with her need to have a prick fucking into it. The 
boy was whimpering-he couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen-and 
his hips were jiggling as she jacked him off. "You have a nice little 
prong-cock," she murmured, her lips barely moving, forming an O as if ready 
to suck him in. But she knew she wouldn't bring him out properly with her 
hands alone. She would have to get him with her mouth and lips and tongue. 

"That's really nice and fine, Honey," she said soothingly, "but I'm not 
getting your toy as big and hard as I want it, as I need it." She gave his 
shoulders a little push and wrestled him to the cool summer grass. Adroitly, 
she unsnapped the waist of his shorts and swept them to his feet. 

"Oooohhh, gollllly," the kid quavered, lying on his back, staring 
google-eyed when Kitty swept her skirt around her waist and exposed her 
hairy snatch, thatched with profuse red, kinky hair. She giggled with 
delight as his eyes grew even wider when she hunkered over him, settled her 
oozy snatch on his face as she bent her face to his crotch and sucked up his 
quivering young cock. She had no idea how long she sucked his prick, her 
gaping cooz shutting off his sighs and sobs. But soon he began licking her 
long, deep, red rut and his prick grew into what would be the pride of most 
men. 

Slowly, her mouth retreated from his prick and her hand clasped it, jacking 
him off. She lifted his tensed balls and sucked them into her mouth, 
gobbling and slurping them. He squalled unintelligibly in her twat and more 
life sprang into his shaft of virgin flesh. After a time, she let his balls 
plop from her lips and she lifted her bottom from his wheezing mouth. She 
shifted position and lowered her bared crotch onto his long, tapering 
spindle of sex-meat. In spite of the relatively loose fit, Kitty crooned 
with pleasure. Then her sphincters went to work, shrinking around his 
throbbing spike. 

He sobbed loudly when she began fucking him, rising and lowering 
rhythmically on his young cunt stinger. She placed a hand firmly, yet gently 
over his open mouth, saying: "Hush, now, and let me fuck you. Have you ever 
cum? You know, played with your fine little pecker and made it gush sticky 
cream?" 

His head bobbed from side to side under her hand and his eyes dwelled 
wonderingly on hers. "That's okay-you'll have the best time, your prick 
dipping into my hot pussy, you've ever had in your life." 

Even if he couldn't jizz her torrid snatch, he would have a dry cum and the 
fluctuations of his peter would be about as pleasurable. Each time she sank 
her long, deep gash down on his prick, she rubbed it back and forth, rutting 
her distended clit on his hairless pelvic bone to increase her sexual 
agitation. 

A snapping began deep in her pussy as a delectable bombardment began its 
litany of lustful enchantment. "Aaaawwwkkk, Jeeeesus," Kitty prayed, her 
voice sobbing as she rejoiced in the heavenly boom-booms as she bobbed and 
weaved her pussy on the weeping kid's cock. 

Even as she set to top-ride-fucking him as fast as she could, his prick 
began throbbing and dry-spasming deep in her smoking hole. Kitty bunched her 
skirt up under her armpits so she could stare down at the long, slender 
spire of fun-flesh her twat was gobbling. She didn't know whether his cock 
had increased in size or her snatch had just shaped snuggly around it. 
Anyway, it was a very snug, firm fit of prick and pussy. 

"Oooooohhhh, I love fuckin'," she gasped cumming hard as hell. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Awkwardly, keeping Skip's cock buried in her mouth, she finished stripping. 
"You ever fucked a gal before?" she mumbled, knowing that he hadn't. 
"Wellll, you're in for the hardest, longest fuck-session you've ever even 
dreamed about." 

She shifted slightly so she could rub her hot tits on his belly as she 
continued giving him a blow-job. Her finger glided slickly and smoothly as 
she reamed out his asshole with determined, relentless fuck-motions. 

"Know what I did a few hours before you came hitchhiking by?" she panted, 
pausing to rest a minute, remembering how she had stumbled weakly from the 
stream to her pickup, leaving the young kid naked and crying on the grass, 
his peter still swollen and red. "I sucked and fucked a really young boy." 

Kitty didn't know why, but it always gave her a jolly-jolt to talk about 
other sexy doings with the male she was blowing or fucking at the time. 

She let her tongue slither tormentingly along the pulsating barrel of Skip's 
prick, almost giggling as she speculated on how ridiculous she would look if 
her jaws locked in the lewd gape of having a big cock wedged into her mouth. 

Kitty stopped sucking his cock for a bit, holding it upright in both hands. 
"How does it feel to you-your cock? How do you like having it sucked good?" 

"It feels kind of hurting," Skip answered, a tone of awe in his tight voice. 
"I don't know. It-it feels so good it almost hurts. And it feels so awful 
big." He raised his head and squinted in the dim light. 

Kitty tossed the long, heavy tresses of red hair over a bare shoulder and 
laughed exuberantly. "You know it, Skip! Your cock is eeeenormous! I got you 
up and hard and thick and long. You're hung with a tremendous dick, kid." 

To emphasize her love for his prick, she bent over him. "Keep your head up 
and watch me lick and suck your cock," she suggested, licking her tongue 
along the side, bent it so she could lick the underside and the opposite 
side, then down the top with its heavy cord-like blood vein. 

"Aaaaggghhhh! God! Jesus!" Skip sputtered as she licked the glowing head 
that pulsated heat. His lean ass lurched and bucked as she curled her tongue 
around the thick glans and rolled the knob into her rampant, rapacious mouth 
where she wallowed it from cheek to cheek while she sucked on it with 
ravenous gluttony. 

"You think having your cock sucked is heavenly, just wait 'til I sit on it 
and fuck the thick, sweet cum out of it," Kitty beamed at his stark, staring 
eyes as she forced her face down on him, taking inch by inch of prick into 
her throat. "You will truly love fucking and being fucked." 

"You got a dandy peter," Kitty breathed, mouthfucking the writhing juvenile 
and pressing her feverish, tumescent tits against his belly. "I fear your 
cock isn't going to get any bigger-it's fantastic nowand I need a good 
pussy-punching." 

She slurped her saliva and the trickle of his juice, wobbled his cock around 
in the slowly chilling mountain air with her hand pressed at the root of his 
immense stump of sex-meat. "God, yesssss, I need a hot, deep fucking." 

She crawled over him. "Just lie there on your back, relax and enjoy 
it-except when I get started and need you to fuck your prick up into my 
pussy." 

The thick outer lips of her snatch latched onto the monster knob on the end 
of his column of flesh and Kitty shook her ass around and about, getting it 
positioned at the entry between her long, satiny thighs. "Ugh!" she groaned, 
forcing her spread bottom down, feeling the delicious stretching and denting 
of her fluttering hole. "Ohhhh, Damn right! Your cock is huge and will fill 
my twat to the brim." 

She steadied his grotesquely swollen member with the fingers and thumb of 
one hand as she steadily forced his penetration. His cock completely corked 
her channel, still she sank her crotch down, making his prick gouge deep 
into her body. Kitty paused a moment, sweating in the cooling air, panting 
heavily. She looked down at the reddened, thick-skinned swollen cock that 
was slowly vanishing in that profuse bush of red cunt hair. 

"Your cock is so fuckin' big it's pullin' the inner lips of my gash inside 
my cunny," Kitty wheezed, her free hand feeling in her wide crack, checking 
the abnormal bulge of his asshole. "I think," she laughed softly, "I'll wait 
a day or two for your prick to shrink a little before I go for some heavy 
cornholing." 

She arched her sleek back as her buttocks sank onto the kid's trembling 
thighs and she had the entire length and girth of his cock immersed in her 
spasming pussy. "God, I wish we could fuck all night. Anyway, I'm glad I 
hooked onto the trailer as soon as we got here so we can just get in the 
pickup and wheel out of here at first light." 

Kitty winked at the kid's pinched, flushed face and began fucking up and 
down on his fully burgeoned prick. Her outward, downward sloping breasts, 
perfect cones with their dark circular patches with the pink-tinged nipples 
joggled and jiggled, rolling from side to side, too, as she top-rode the 
abnormally swollen prick her snatch was sizzling on. 

"Goddamn! Don't you love fucking, Skip?" she panted at the boy under her, 
one hand caressing the creamy crowns of her tits while the fingers of the 
other compressed her copious pussy mesh so she could watch his reddened 
prick glide up into her, out of sight, then re-emerge until only the plump 
bulb remained locked in her cunny. 

She was building toward it rapidly, but the orgiastic blast almost toppled 
her off the kid's prick and she leaned forward to put her hands on his bony 
shoulders while she rutted her ass back and forth, goring his cock around 
inside, levering the knob against her cervix and stretching the walls. 

"Uh-uh-uuuuhhhhmmmm," Kitty wailed, her body trembling under the violence 
and sapping effects of her cunt-busting climax. "Oooohhh, how I love having 
a wonderful cock fucking up a storm in my snatch." 

In a couple of minutes, the enthralling spasms passed and she got her breath 
and resumed her rhythmic fucking, again staring with deep fascination at the 
massive barrel of his prick socking in and out of her hot twat. 

She caressed his bony chest and nodded approval when he raised his hands. 
"Yesssss! Go ahead and feel 'em-love my titties." 

"Can I touch your tits?" the boy asked. 

Skip's hands were cool and timid as the fingers shaped the conical globes of 
firm flesh. "Go ahead and love 'em," Kitty laughes, "you ain't gonna break 
my jugs by squeezing them a little and pinching the nips." 

As his confidence grew, she fucked away on his cock, burrowing it up deep 
between her cramped and outwardly stretched thighs. "That's the way to love 
a gal's boobies," she praised him. "Do you think you can maul and caress my 
tits and at the same time start hunching your hips so you are fucking me 
back, driving your marvelous, beautiful prick up into my hot, cock-lovin' 
cunny?" 

"AAARRRGGGHHHHH!" Skip squalled suddenly, up-fucking his ass, pistoning his 
prick into her plunging cunt as fast as he could, his cum-gun 
firing-bangbang-bang-into her suctioning pussy depths. 

"Oooohhh, God, you're doing it, Honey," Kitty chirped. "You're thudding the 
cock to my cunt and jizzing my insides real good with a gorgeous stream of 
love-juice. Just keep fucking it to me and don't stop squirting cum into me 
for hours and hours!" 

"Yes, ma'am," the boy said. "I'll do what you say." 

For a time there was only the sounds of meat slogging into wet meat, their 
rasping, painful breathing as their passions leveled off, then mounted. 
"Another wonderful thing," Kitty slurred, breathing heavily, "Is sleeping 
together, two naked bodies curled up against each other." 

"I never slept with anyone before," the boy con fessed. 

She knew she could continue screwing her pussy on the boy's bloated cock for 
a long time, but she wanted to leave the area early in the rapidly 
approaching morning. She settled her ass to him, her cunt churning on his 
massive column of flesh. "But, in the night, if you wake up and have the 
urge, you just go ahead and climb on me and start fucking. I think that is a 
wonderful way to be awakened-a nice, handsome cock drilling my tight pussy." 

It was five-thirty when Kitty awoke, quietly dressed-just a bra, half-slip 
and plain cotton dress. She roused Skip and urged him sleepily from the 
trailer into the chill mountain air. "Hold onto your clothes," she said 
tenderly, guiding him, stopping him and holding his ludicrously bloated 
peter. "Now, have a nice pee and I'll hold your pretty prick," she kissed 
the side of his head in the dark. And she couldn't resist jacking him off, 
even after his stream started. 

"Please ... don't," he started to say. And then was quiet enjoying her hot, 
moving fingers. 

She opened the camper door and patted his naked bottom. "You curl up in the 
bunk in here and have a nice sleep-and dream of putting your cock in me or 
sucking my pussy or about me going down on you," she crooned as he crawled 
into the rig. 

In the dark, the boy floundered over his suitcase and said, "Goddamned," in 
a hushed, awed voice like he was dreaming and afraid to wake up. 

She changed plans, doubled back through Grangeville, glided down the new 
Whitebird Hill and hummed along toward Riggins where she found a relatively 
isolated camping area about noon. Then, leaving the pickup hitched to the 
trailer, she went back to the camper with hot eagerness glowing like a live 
campfire between her long legs. 

"Hi," she smiled slipping into the camper, peering at Skip who lay huddled 
under a blanket on the cab-over bed. She noted the bundle of his clothes on 
the floor. "Uuuummmhmmmmm-my naked lover, huh?" 

Standing at the bed which brushed her tit-high, she studied his pale face in 
the shadowy light. "You look scared or regretful." She made the statement a 
halfquestion by the tone in her voice. "Now, you aren't scared of me, are 
you? And didn't you enjoy what we did? Sure, you did." 

"Nnnooo...." the boy said hesitantly. 

She shuffled a hand under the rumpled blanket, felt him wince as her cool 
hand brushed his thigh. "Ah-ahah-ahhhhh," he whined as she found his massive 
lump of hot meat, her fingers stroking it. And it responded instantly, 
twitching and stiffening. 

"Pleeeaaassseee?" he whimpered, eyes blinking. 

"Please what?" Kitty purred, her fingers curling tightly around his lengthy 
stump of meat. 

"Pleeeaaassseee-dooooon't?" he whined. 

"Shiiioooot," she corrected. "Flop over this way, Skip." And she tugged on 
his tender flesh. She used both forearms to lift the blanket and swept her 
head under. "Uuuummm, your cock smells warm and tasty," she moaned, finding 
the head that seemed sort of dwarfed because the shaft of his prick was 
swollen to such proportions from her sucking and fucking him a few hours 
before. 

Initially, Skip lay whimpering on his side, legs drawn up, knees impairing 
Kitty's full access to his growing cock. Gradually, his legs straightened 
out and he arched his pelvis to her, thrusting his hardening cock into her 
sucking, gulping mouth. As she sucked in more and more of his burgeoning 
prick, he began rocking back and forth, actually fucking her mouth in 
clumsy, but effective punches. 

"That's the way to go," Kitty whispered harshly, bracing herself so the knob 
of his prick ground against the roof of her mouth, then slid into the curve 
of her throat. "Oooohhh, I love having such a big cock to suck and fuck my 
face." 

She pushed a hand between his legs, keeping her wrist against his bag of 
goodies and pressed her palm to his twitching ass, helping him rock-sock his 
cock into her guzzling mouth. His sex tool was so expanded, her tongue was 
depressed and she could hardly swizzle it along his plunging prick. 

The early summer sun beat down on the insulated camper, but it remained 
cool-except for the sexually roistering pair who was starting to perspire as 
their lust blossomed. 

Kitty was acutely aware of sweat trickiling down the inner planes of her 
trembling thighs, of a hot, wet, sticky glazing of her bulging cuntal lips 
as wanton flames leaped and danced deep in her hungry womb. 

I'm gonna teach him to eat pussy, she vowed, finding it hard to draw a deep 
breath each time he hunched his cock into her narrow contracting gullet. It 
shouldn't be difficult, initiating him into the art of tonguing cunt; the 
kid at the river bank took to it quickly. And, Oooohhh, how she loved the 
delicious sensations a cunt-swizzling tongue created deep in her 
glory-loving vag! 

"It feels toooo goooood," Skip whined, but he fucked her mouth with even 
greater fervor, thudding and pounding his prick down her gulping throat. 

The taut tips of her opulent titties were like live coals and, vicariously, 
her pussy began to pop and drum, snapping delectably as she welled into a 
pleasurable, enchanting orgasm-just from sucking on his mammoth cock! 

Ooooohhh, she thought tremulously, it was going to be an exciting summer, 
having a hot young kid to travel with. And she had enough money-there would 
be no hotels or motels-not with the camper and trailer. They could stop 
whenever and wherever they wanted and tear off a piece? 

She just wished there was a way Skip could fuck her while she drove. One 
thing, though, if he drove, she could suck him off whenever she had the urge 
to dine on raw fuck-meat! 

Her snatch began to boom-boom and she knew she would be able to pass up 
having it fucked 'til they found a place to camp and spend the rest of the 
afternoon and the night. She knew that place along the Salmon River with 
that big, deep quiet pool where they could fish and swim nude and roll 
around naked in the sun, fuck and suck and she might even let him try 
cornholing her butt while his cock was still swollen out of shape. 

And she knew what she would do about Skip in about a week. She would drop 
his mother a postal card and tell her "guess what, I bumped into your 
wayward son and have taken him under my wings!" She grinned as best she 
could on a mouth crammed full of plunging prick. What if she told Skip's 
mother she had also taken him under her blankets and took him under her 
naked ass and greedy sex-gash? 

She sensed the kid was racing toward copulation and she held steady as he 
clambered onto his knees, grabbed her ears and began fucking her furiously 
in the gulping mouth. Obediently, she adjusted her pace to his and fucked 
her mouth to his rampaging cock as he shoved it down her throat. 

His prick exploded like a fiery bomb and she swallowed frantically to keep 
from drowning in his massive flood of thick, creamy jizz. She rubbed her 
nose against his sparsely haired groin, her arms hugging around his lean, 
bare ass as he tried to fuck all he had into her face-even his balls, she 
thought jubilantly, sucking cock with wanton fervor. 

As she gobbled his thick, long cock, and spurting cum, she thought she would 
tell Skip's mother not to worry, she would take good care of him. Damned 
good, fucking, cock-sucking care! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

At first Skip seemed withdrawn and embarrassed riding in the cab, naked, 
beside Kitty as she drove the narrow, almost forbidding road to the Salmon 
river. But he relaxed slowly and leaned back in the seat, opening his legs, 
letting her play with his swollen peter and balls when both hands were not 
demanded on the steering wheel. 

"Unbutton my dress and feel and play with my titties," Kitty urged, clinging 
to his sexy bole of flesh. "And get my dress tail up to my waist so you can 
finger-diddle my pussy. I like finger-fucking." 

As soon as he experimentally got a finger in her hot, wet, pink gash, found 
her steaming fuck-hole, she grinned at him, giving his cock some rough, 
playful jackoff tugs. "Know what we're gonna do? God! you have an enormous 
prick! I'm gonna let you try, and see if I can take it in the back. You 
know, cornhole me in the butt, Skip. Maybe you can; maybe you can't-your 
prick is so huge. But you can try fucking my asshole." 

"Can, can I?" The boy was still shocked by the nearness of it. 

She winked at him when he blushed and she patted his cheek lovingly. "Yep, 
fuck Kitty in the hot, itching butt hole!" 

She stole a quick look at Skip's face as she nosed the pickup into the shade 
created by a thick cluster of tall trees. He looks a little peaked, she 
thought, and so sweet and cute with the sprinkling of freckles across his 
nose and cheekbones. "You hungry?" she whispered, fingers goading his cock 
to full erection. "You look kind of thin in the face." She smoothed the 
sandy hair down over his forehead as she continued jacking him off. 

"Sure, you're hungry," she laughed, prancing out of the pickup, stripping 
off her dress and the unhooked bra, striding to the camper to fix some 
sandwiches. "You just stroll around and admire the place; find a grassy 
place for us to lay together and fuck," she suggested. 

He made no mention of clothes and Kitty admired his nakedness as he 
sauntered up and down the river bank, his swollen cock wobbling so 
delectably and enticingly in the brilliant sunlight. 

As they finished eating, sitting naked across from each other at the tiny 
table, Skip said timidly, "My mother will be worried about me." 

Kitty smiled at him, scooted down so her prominent breasts sprawled on the 
table, "I thought about that. I'll drop her a card and explain you're okay. 
Right? Sure! And we'll spend the summer traveling and I'll eat your cock and 
let you screw me whenever you want and I want and I'll teach you how to 
suck-lick my pussy. We'll have a sexy ball!" 

She toed off a sandal and put her bare foot in his crotch. Skip spread his 
knees so she could play with his balls and puffed-up cock. "Uuuuummmmm, I 
love your prick, Skip," Kitty smiled winking as his face flushed with 
pleasure and appreciation. 

"You know what you said earlier," he began timidly, "well, I think I found 
the kind of place you suggested." 

"What?" she asked in a detached tone, concentrating on how his genitals felt 
to her toes. "Say straight out what you mean." 

"You said find a place-grassy-like and such," he mumbled uncertainly. 

"What? Why?" she asked dully, but her senses were sharpening. "For what?" 

He groaned and his body shuddered as she continued goading his stiffening 
prick with her teasing toes. "You said find that kind of place and you 
wanted me to-you know; you remember." 

"Say what you mean," she said huskily, a tenderness in her for the 
tongue-tied youngster. "Oh," she said brightly, tossing her long red hair 
with a flip of her head, "well say it, Skip. When you want me for some 
fucking or whatever, just say it or come and climb on me. 

He swallowed with embarrassment. "You said," he began with forced bravery, 
"for me to find a nice place and you wanted me to try to-" he fumbled for 
the word "-cornhole you in the-butt," he finished with a rush, voice a mere 
whisper. 

"'Oh! Sure! I remember. Well, okay. And you want to try me now," she smiled. 
"Well, you're the boss." She took her foot down, fumbled it back into the 
sandal and stood, folding her arms across her body to cradle her sloping, 
opulent breasts. "Well, come on and show me and give a try at screwing me in 
the ass." 

She led the way, naked, from the camper. When he hopped down, she seized his 
dangling, wobbly hard-on, clinging to it as she strolled along, letting him 
find the way into a grassy glen among the massive trees. "Yes, this is a 
nice place." She nodded. They stood for a moment, she waiting for him to 
take the lead. "Well, how do you want me? I think if I get down on my front, 
you know, up on my hands and knees, you can climb on me and get me from 
behind." 

"Yes," the boy said. "I'd like to try that." 

Still holding his fantastically thick cock, she sank to the ground and 
presented her curvy posterior to him. 

Looking back over her bare shoulder, she said poutily, "come on, get on my 
behind and let me set your cock for you. First, I think I should get it wet 
and slick." And she turned to him, took his long, fat cock in her mouth and 
swabbed it good with spit. "Now!" she said with unconcealed eagerness. 

She set the rubbery knob of his prick against her anus, forced her muscles 
to sort of push out to relax her sphincters so she could take him-if his 
monstrous cock would go up her ass. "You're going to have to take it slow 
and easy and careful," she panted, holding his thick tool at the base. 

She nibbled her lower lip as he pressed tentatively at her back entry. "It 
isn't going, Skip," she gasped, her insides roiling and churning. "And 
you're going to have to push your cock harder, it isn't going to go in me if 
you don't. Give it a good try, steady pressure-increasing it until we find 
out whether I can take your cornholing or not." 

Kitty shivered as he put his hands on her hips, pressing them into her soft, 
silky flanks. Dazzling lights danced behind her eyes as she lowered her head 
and stared back between her dangling boobies and he began forcing his prick 
up her butt hole. 

"Ooohhh," Skip groaned from the effort. 

Her instincts were to slouch away from him, but he held her up as he hunched 
gently, poking the head of his cock at her anal dimple. 

"Godddddd," she gasped as needles of minute pain darted upward into her 
convulsing bowels. She could feel her anus being pushed inward. The tip of 
his cock seemed as hot as fire as it snuckled into the raw pinkness of her 
anus. 

"I think the head is about to go," she wheezed, feeling mesmerized by the 
sight of his balls dangling below the swollen pouch of her hot pussy. "Give 
me a couple of good, hard hunches with your big cock-enough to give me the 
head, anyway." 

The bluntish head of his prick seemed to explode into her tight asshole and 
Kitty squalled with surprise and dismay, "Aaawwwwwwkkkkkk!" Her rectum 
recoiled, trying to expel the orb of flesh that was violating it. 

Kitty's back bowed upward and she tried to shrink her rounded, exposed 
bottom away from him. But lust was working in the youth now and he held her 
in strong hands. 

"Your-hole-is so hot," he grunted, the words coming in a lustful growl. 

Kitty took her hand from the root of his massive stump and she tangled her 
fingers in her touseled hair. Her green eyes shimmered a veil of tears that 
spilled blindingly. She wanted him to quit; and she wanted him to continue. 
And she wondered hazily whether he would, even if she asked him to. 

There was a sensation of terrible stretching in the splayed crack between 
the smooth, white cheeks of her cringing butt. "Give it some more-me some 
more!" I'll be astonished if he can force his gigantic cock into me, she 
mused, forcing her guts to relax, bracing herself for his charge. She 
gritted her teeth, bit her lower lip as the boy applied more and more 
pressure against his quivering phallus. "Moooooore," she grunted, sweat 
springing out of her forehead as she tried to see what progress his cock was 
making. But it was hidden from her, but she could certainly feel it! 

It seemed as big around as her upper. Arm. "Uh-uhuhhhhhh!" she gasped, 
feeling a give, an invasion of her reluctant asshole by his immense 
cock-monster. She felt that the pinch-string of her anus was being forced 
inside her. But his cock was starting to go. A darned good thing she had 
swabbed it good with spit! 

Her guts rumbled and growled as Skip pried and levered more and more of his 
grotesquely swollen prick into her butt. And as his passion heightened, his 
cock expanded to an even greater proportion. He was achieving a fantastic 
hard-on and he was fascinated, looking down the vale between her white 
hillocks at his cock slowly vanishing into her slender body. 

He puffed and grunted, his hips bucking as he force-fucked his cock into her 
roiling innards. 

"Little fuck-strokes," Kitty suggested, breathing heavily. "You know, little 
in and out punches to get my asshole used to your huge prick." 

He began pumping at her as she suggested and her butt hole seemed to relax 
and he was punching more and more of his extremely fat cock into her bowels. 

"It's going-gooooood-nnnnnooooowwwww," she sort of stuttered and stammered, 
that heat now very intense in her rectum. "I think I'll be able to take your 
cornholing after all." And what if she couldn't? The way he was romping at 
her with his cock, she was certain he would make her take his ruthless, 
fucking prick! 

"Whhhhooooeeeee!" she gushed. Each hump of his lean ass now drove another 
inch of prick into her distorted asshole. Yes! she was taking him! He was 
starting to really fuck his cock up her ass now! 

Her back bowed upward again as he hunched almost brutally, so lustily, his 
heavy young balls swung up and slapped against her wet, gasping pussy-gash, 
smacking against her well-carpeted love mound. 

Her highly sensitive buttocks felt the tickling brush of his sparse male 
hair and she knew he was almost there, had most of his prick drilled into 
her bowels. "Give me a hard fuck-lunge and make me take all the rest of your 
cock," she breathed, her passion churning all through her. 

"Ugggghhhhhh! God!" she panted as he slammed his cock to her and she was 
glad this part was over. After all, the most difficult part of being 
cornholed was taking a cock in the ass, getting it sunk all the way to the 
guy's balls. And I have it all, she rejoiced, gasping for breath. 

"Let your cock soak in me for a little bit before you start fuck-cornholing 
me," she pleaded, tone cajoling. His fingers dug into her pliant flesh and 
he reset his knees. Even the jostling of his body wormed his cock around, 
reaming out her tight, cringing butt hole. 

"Now," she whispered, rolling her ass back and forth on his gorging prick. 
"Start fucking me, Skip." 

His strokes were clumsy and inept at first, but he quickly learned and began 
cornholing her viscous rectum with short strokes, then longer ones until he 
was pulling his cock all out of her, except for the tingling bulb on the 
end, then slamming-banging it back into her wretching guts. 

The meaty slock-slock-slock of his cock hammering into her ass was like drum 
music, a symphony of lascivious lust and passion. "I love it," she whispered 
hoarsely, hunching her rear end back as he punched his cock into her 
convulsing asshole. 

Slowly, Kitty let her head slump onto her folded forearms and concentrated 
on the ecstasy of having her asshole fucked and fucked and fucked by the 
grunting, huffing kid's massive prick. "Just pour the prick to me as hard 
and deep as you can, honey," she whimpered, thrusting with her body to 
capture the entire dimension of his plundering prick. "Oooohhh, dammmmmn, 
thud the cock to me," she pleaded, tone shrill and obsessed with wantonness. 
"Oooooohhh, by damn, fuck and cornhole me into fuck-heaven," she whined, her 
tittie tips fully distended and feeling rapturous as they were tickled by 
the dry grass. 

"Being cornholed is wonderful, once my asshole gets used to having such a 
big, lovely-love cock in it," Kitty sighed. 

Skip was panting in loud gusts of breath as he gripped her narrow waist and 
slam-banged the cock up her, deep into her vacillating guts. The knob seemed 
on fire in the cauldron of her bowels as he punched and wham slammed his 
monstrous prick in and out of her. 

"You gonna cum in me pretty soon?" Kitty whispered, wanting him to jizz her 
insides, but wanting him to continue cornholing her for a long, long time. 
"When you do shoot your jizz in me, do you think you can keep on fucking? 
Not stop, just keep drilling your prick into my poor, sex-starved butt hole. 

But Kitty couldn't stand the continual fucking herself. She exploded into a 
mighty rectal orgasm that ignited a cum in her convulsing cunny. Her 
sphincters pinched so lovingly around Skip's plunging cock that his gun went 
off, showering her bowels with searing, scalding jizz. 

"I'm cumming," he moaned. "Do you feel it? I'm cumming." 

With each jolt of squirting cum, Kitty started collapsing. And Skip stayed 
with her, following her to the ground, still fucking away, sawing his cock 
in and out of her ass until they were stretched out flat on the grass, his 
prick spewing madly, plastering her rectum with love-juice. 

"Aaaaaahhhhh, Jesus," Kitty sighed in a weeping voice, reveling in the 
enchantment of cumming and cumming and cumming. "Just keep your prick 
spouting jizz and I'll faint from sheer fucking joy," she added plaintively. 

Yes, they would spend the night here in the camper and go back to where she 
had left the trailer in the morning. God, his cock felt wonderful, throbbing 
in her tight, clenching asshole. 

Kitty set a heavy-duty fishing rod downstream, turned to the interest Skip 
and patted his husky genitals. "We can go in the water and swim a little and 
cool off; and I sure need to cool off, as hot as you made my buttie hole 
when you gave me that fabulous cornholing." 

After swimming for some fifteen minutes, they climbed out of the cool deep 
water and sprawled on the grass in the sun. "Will my-dingus go back to 
normal?" Skip asked, faint concern in his voice as he fondled and examined 
his bloated penis. 

"Oh, sure, when I-we-are ready for it to, Honey," she laughed, rolling 
toward him and taking his cock in her left hand, gently flogging it to full 
erection. "Such a big, lovely young prick. So fuckin' potent. I just love 
it, Skip." 

Her pleasure with playing with him gave him uncustomary boldness and he rose 
onto his knees. "Well, eat-suck it," he said. 

She scowled at him. "You don't mean it-so soon after fucking me in the ass 
and unloading your hot jizz. You don't mean it." 

Skip smoothed his sandy hair wetly over his forehead. "I do," he said. "Suck 
my cock for me-even if I don't cum. I want you to suck on my prick." 

Kitty shrugged slightly, shuffled toward him on her elbows. "Well, all 
right. You're the boss-and that's the way I want you to be this summer. When 
you want my pussy or my asshole or my mouth on your nice cock, you just say 
so. 

"Yes, do whatever you want," she said as he took her chin in a hand and 
aimed his prick at her face with the other. She opened her mouth wide until 
her jaws creaked, took a deep breath as he rambunctiously fucked his cock 
far in, the head hitting the curve of her throat and sliding all the way in. 

"Uuuummmmm," she gurgled, braced on her elbows, stretched out straight 
before him. He put his hands on the sides of her head and began fucking away 
at her sucking mouth. He's going to be dandy, she thought. Hike a kid that 
can be demanding, too, as well as be dominated. 

When he paused a minute to rest, Kitty backed off his prick to just suck on 
the hot, pulsing knob. "I'm getting kind of tired; my jaws ache," she 
ventured. 

"Keep sucking," Skip said, again fucking his prick down her throat in long, 
rapid strokes. "Just suck my cock and let me fuck your mouth," he gasped. 

Kitty could feel a burgeoning along the shaft and knew he was either going 
to unload a fresh supply of jizz in her face, or he was about to have a dry 
cum. Well, she was ready. And she took up his hot, hard balls in both hands 
and began milking them to add to his pleasure and make him cum hard. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It was far in the night and they were together in the camper bunk. Kitty 
awakened quickly, as soon as Skip turned toward her and put his hand on her 
belly, pushed her onto her back. "What do you want, Skip honey?" 

"I want it," he whispered urgently. 

Kitty groped for his groin and her fingers closed on his immense, rigid 
prick. "Yes, I guess you do. Well, okay. Crawl up over me and get between my 
legs. We'll fuck with you on top, belly to belly." 

The pickup rocked slightly as they shifted into position. "Wait a second and 
let me put your prick in my pussy; then you and I will have us a 
dark-of-the-night fuck-romp." 

His avid cock-thrusting at her caused her to grunt as he popped the head of 
his prick inside her vagina, stretching the inner and outer lips of her 
vulva out of shape. "God, your prick is big tonight, Honey. Go ahead slowly 
and shove it in me." 

She winced as he hunched demandingly, driving into her, far and deep with 
harsh lungings. "It's going; fuck it to me, Baby." 

Kitty Marman, the tall redhead said to herself as she drew her knees far up 
and spread her thighs wide, you have bitten off one helluva summer. This 
kid, when he gets his confidence, may just fuck you senseless. She frowned 
in the dark as she embraced his shoulders, rocking her bottom up to his 
punching prick. She wondered whether she would be able to exercise any 
control over him. 

Her pussy now was wetly snuckling his pumping prick as he set to thudding it 
to her with long, rapid strokes, his heavy, stony balls bounding 
rhythmically against her still hot, tortured asshole. 

As the British or somebody might say, he's a randy young stud, Kitty mused, 
curling a calf of one leg over his humping buttocks as he drove his cock 
into her, the fat knob scraping delectably against her cervix each time he 
rammed his cock home. 

"Give it to me, Honey, and make me cum and you cum and we'll have our first, 
conventional screw," she breathed into his hair. Her plump, firm tits were 
coming alive as the rutting youngster rutted over her, his chest rubbing the 
fabulous globes of woman-flesh. "Oh, God, fuck me, Skip Petersen!" 

She drew her other foot up, the heel touching the pulpy cheek of her ass and 
she hurled her snatch at his plundering prick. "Yes! Give it to me! 
Shove-ram-bang your cock up my twat-I'm gonna cuuuum, Honey!" 

He snorted and rutted furiously as he reamed out her snatch with his huge 
sex-instrument. His balls were soppy from their joint secretion and her 
crack was wet and hot and sticky. He may be just a kid, Kitty thought 
dreamily, but he sure knows how to fuck a gal. She smiled as she thought how 
wonderful it would be if she could watch herself getting screwed. Yes, it 
would be exciting, watching the rambunctious kid fuckinganyone! That's an 
idea, she pouted, the thought rousing her passion again and she fucked him 
back furiously. 

"Aaaarrrggghhhhh! Oh, Jesus Christ! I'm cummmming hard!" Kitty squalled in 
the opaque darkness of the camper as Skip increased his efforts, goaded on 
by her orgasm and plantive screams. "Pour the prick to me! NOOOOO! I mean 
shaft in all the way and let my pussy churn and cum on your big fuckin' 
tool!" 

For several plunges he ignored her, then with a violent snort, he crammed 
his cock to the balls in her hairy trough and his prick began blasting away, 
the massive knob buried in her trembling twat. 

As their joint orgasm ebbed, Kitty wondered whether this was an appropriate 
time to coax the kid into going down on her and eating out her jizz-primed 
pussy. It would be heavenly, a fitting climax to her climax if she could get 
his face between her thighs, his tongue scooping out his own cum. 

She cradled him lovingly in her arms, holding his chest against her 
throbbing boobies, rocking from side to side with him as his cock soaked in 
her, the flow of jizz ebbing in her vacuuming pussy. 

She waited, alertly, for him to want out of her fleshy saddle. When he eased 
back, she said coaxingly, "Skip, why don't you turn around on top of me and 
I'll suck off your cock-and I'd like for you to use your fingers and open up 
my gash and kiss and lick and suck my hot pussy. Will you do that for me, 
Honey?" 

Without a word, he squirreled around under the covers and she immediately 
gobbled in his sticky, swollen prick and used a hand to compel his face into 
her hair-fringed trench. 

He looped his arms around her long, tapering thighs and his fingers dug at 
her tender, pink slash, spreading apart the outer lips and exposing the 
inner petals. 

"Suck my pussy good and stick your tongue in it," Kitty begged, taking the 
head of his cock past her tonsil area, her tongue working. 

A pang of enthrallment danced through her loins and her asshole clenched, 
bottom jerked as Skip dipped his tongue into her oozing fuckhole where his 
pecker had been pumping a few moments earlier. His sucking became noisy 
slurpings, thrilling Kitty and she smacked her lips just as loudly, lewdly 
around his tasty cock-meat. 

As her orgasm developed, her feet rose until her legs were Veed straight up 
in the air, lifting the covers and she could smell the sweet, warm fragrance 
of sex-hot pussy that had been thoroughly cock-poked. This, and the savory 
taste of prick roused her to a kind of madness and she wished she could 
think of all the depraved, lecherous ways there were in the world to make 
love. 

In an enchanting daze, she wished she had a strap-on dildo from the camp 
trailer. She didn't know just how she would employ it-maybe harness it on 
and use it to cornhole the boy who was loudly snuckling out her red-hot 
cunt. 

After breakfast the next morning, while Skip hunkered with the fishing rod 
at the water's edge, Kitty did up the dishes and secured things in the 
camper. Then, with nervous fingers, she dressed, took his pants to him. 

She peeked over his shoulder and watched, with satisfaction and erotic 
humor, as he examined his abnormally puffy prick. "Here," she said, dropping 
his pants beside him. 

"You got dressed," Skip said, as if astonished that she wasn't naked, having 
grown accustomed to seeing the tall, shapely redhead prancing about naked. 

"Oh, not really, truly," Kitty grinned, pink tongue flicking over ruby lips. 
And she unbuttoned the shirt to reveal herself in tight hot-pants and a 
transparent breast harness. The nipples of her luxuious titties protruded 
tantalizingly through holes in the net-like cups, holes the size of a coffee 
cup. She spread her feet wide, arched her crotch to his eyes and the 
straddle opened wide, letting the thick outer lips of her pussy protrude, 
along with rich tufts of curly red hair. "See, you can fuck me or eat my 
pussy and I won't even have to strip for you. All the shirt is for is when 
we go through a town or go in a restaurant. You wouldn't want other people 
to see the pussy you get to fuck whenever you want to, would you?" 

He puckered his lips, considering. "Maybe it would be neat-to watch some guy 
do it to a woman." 

"Me?" Kitty turned a finger on herself. "You would like to watch some guy 
fuck his cock in me?" 

"Maybe," Skip said, not sure, but open-minded. 

"Well, stud-smarty, I just might consider that and let you find someone to 
stick it to me-and you could watch. How would you like it if I line up some 
gal for you to diddle and I watch you haul her ashes?" 

Skip grinned, began reeling in the line. He shrugged, picked up his pants 
and carried them to the pickup cab, climbed in, still naked. Kitty stowed 
the fishing rod and got in with him. "I'd give that a try," Skip said. "Both 
of them." As soon as she turned the rig around, he scooted next to her, 
searched a finger into her slot and began finger-fucking her. "Come on, jack 
me off, Kitty." 

"I'd love to, Darling," she chirped, getting a hand on his fat wad of flesh, 
flogging his flagpole with fervent energy. "When we get to the trailer, if 
there's no one around, how about giving me some more fucking?" 

It was a Friday afternoon two days later, after Kitty and Skip had inched 
the trailer from the forest and headed south, gassing up at Riggins and 
driving into McCall. 

She parked the trailer behind a sprawling ranchtype cabin, drab by design to 
blend into the tall pines. The man's shirt, with the long, flapping tails, 
gave the appearance of being next to naked, covering the obscene net bra and 
the hot pants with the crotch cut. 

"I want you to stay in the trailer, Dear, for now," Kitty said, getting out. 
"The woman who lives here is a friend of mine; I sold her this place when I 
was working real estate a few years ago. Yes, you stay back in the trailer." 

Skip nodded, putting on his pants as he watched her stride to the back door 
of the house with the split shake roof and steep gables. He waited as she 
talked with someone he could see only vaguely through the partly open screen 
door on the back porch. It appeared to be a girl in a swimsuit, a very 
skimpy swimsuit. 

When Kitty strode back, Skip could tell she was irritated. "She isn't here. 
That is her granddaughter. I know Berniece won't mind if we leave the 
trailer here. Will you help me unhitch. Stephanie-Steve, Berniece calls 
her-said she's at Shore Lodge. I'll go look her up and see if she wants to 
come home." 

After the trailer was parted from the pickup, Kitty glanced toward the 
house, then around to ascertain they were unobserved. She kissed Skip wetly, 
stealing a lewd feel of his peter. "Yes, please stay in the trailer and 
don't go near that young piece of tail in the house. And I don't want you to 
let her in, if she should venture out here, out of female curiosity. I won't 
be long, you hot young fucker." 

She found Berniece in the lounge, a diminutive silver-haired lady in a 
loose-fitting sunsuit perched in a richly upholstered swivel chair at the 
bar. 

Kitty slipped into the chair beside the middle-aged woman after chirrupy 
female greetings. "You're positively obscene and lewd to boot," Kitty 
whispered, leaning toward her friend and gawking down the gaping bodice of 
the sunsuit, seeing the perfectly coiffed and well-manicured older woman 
wore no brassiere and her breasts, long, slender handles-like were for the 
seeing by anyone who might stand over her and utilize the opportunity to 
peek. 

"Tell me, Kitty-dear, are you by chance naked under that ghastly shirt?" 
Berniece grinned, eyes wide and gleaming with humor. 

"You're not exactly a picture of demureness," Kitty retorted, her eyes 
pointing to Berniece's well-preserved bosom. "You're so imamculate, your 
hair piled perfectly like that, so neatly rouged-and wearing the togs of a 
slut." 

"Hah!" Berniece snorted softly under her breath after both had received 
drinks. "I didn't know you were on your way here or through here or 
whatever." 

Kitty shrugged, tasting her drink. "Just roaming. My husband and I," she 
said, surprised at herself for announcing she was married. 

"You're married?" Berniece said quietly, neatly plucked eyebrows arching 
inquisitively. "Who?" 

"I got me a real young one," Kitty said, growing more brazen as she 
elaborated on her fib. She leaned conspiratorially toward the 
fragile-appearing woman who was no taller than Skip's five feet. "He's only 
fifteen years old," she smirked. 

Kitty was mildly astonished by Berniece Kramer's reaction. She withdrew into 
herself, seeming to recoil, almost physically. "You can't mean that, Kit. My 
God, a mere child!" 

Kitty chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip. She almost wished she hadn't 
begun the fraud, but her friend's reaction prompted a defiance and she vowed 
to pursue it-at least for a time. 

"Are you moralizing to me, Bea?" Kitty challenged, nodding that they would 
have two more whiskey sours. "Don't try to pretend sexual purity to meyou've 
had your share of jumps in the hay." 

"Oh, yes," Berniece nodded, tone tart. "But you're talking about a young 
kid, hardly into puberty. And marrying him." There was an obvious tone of 
contempt in her voice. 

Kitty stared through the huge plate glass windows of the lounge at the 
placid waters of Payette Lake. Far in the distance was a sailboat, canvas 
slack in the still summer air. "I'll tell you one thing," she searched for 
shocking words, "he's a heck of a lay. A tremendous piece of tail. A good 
fuck, if I have to be crude about it. And he can fuck for hours and hours. 
And he has a solid, delicious cock to suck on." 

Berniece actually leaned away from Kitty in genuine distaste. "I think-I 
know-you're disgusting, Kit." 

Kitty nodded. "Maybe." She patted Berniece's arm placatingly. "But you give 
some thought to what I said." 

"I'd rather forget it and I wish you hadn't told me such a depraved thing, 
Kitten," Berniece said solemnly. Then the conversation changed and older 
woman nodded assent to having the trailer parked at her place. "But I don't 
want to see any evidence that indicates your sexual conduct with the 
youngster. Not any at all. I demand you behave in a decorus manner and I 
don't want to hear-and I don't want Steve to hear-your squeals of delight. I 
don't think I can prevent or have the right to demand you don't have 
intercourse while you're at my place." 

Kitty didn't reply and silently accepted a fresh drink Bea paid for with a 
folded hundred dollar bill taken from a small purse with a silver wire mesh 
exterior. 

"I don't want to hear any reference to this kid's being your husband," 
Berniece said caustically. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Berniece Kramer lay fretfully awake on the smooth, fresh, neatly ironed 
sheet, the covers folded over the foot of the mammoth bed. She was disgusted 
with herself. The kid was good looking, seemed so naive. Difficult to 
believe he was married to Kitty. 

In spite of her resolve, she was thinking about what Kitty had said. It 
wouldn't have been half as offensive if he had made her coarse remarks about 
an adult male, a man near her own age. The distasteful thing was she was 
probably right: It was an established fact a young boy had the staying 
power, her long-dead husband had remarked more than once when she demanded 
more from him sexually than he could provide. "Get yourself a teenager," he 
had said amiably on several occasions. 

Well, she never had. Not that the thought hadn't crossed her mind, 
fleetingly. No, she wouldn't have any part in seducing a kid. After all, she 
was fifty. And what did it matter she looked fifteen years younger. 

Still? 

"Oh, dammit," Berniece swore softly, kicking her feet out petulantly in 
protest to the painful yearning in her unshriveled loins. "I wish she hadn't 
even stopped by. Don't I?" 

Unbidden, her mind's eye built a picture of the tall redhead, naked, the 
nude boy atop her, laboring manfully, his lean hips punch-punch-punching his 
prick into her. And she had expertly perceived he was as well-hung as Kitty 
had hinted by the way his tight jeans bowled over his prominent genital 
basket. 

"It was enough," Berniece stewed, smoothing the ankle-length nightgown over 
her flat belly, "to have her talk about sex-without going into detail about 
doing it with a kid." She frowned in the dim light emitted by the tiny night 
lamp on the dresser. She turned her head to the right and stared at her 
ghostly reflection in the mirror that nearly paneled one wall. 

Her oddly shaped jugs bloated the lacy bodice of the nightgown and she 
touched the blunt tips-hardly any nipples at all-and scowled at the sharp, 
tingling re sponse in each fleshy fruit. She would admit, to herself, that 
sex had been on her mind all day. Why else would she go prancing off, nearly 
naked, wearing that loose sunsuit. Man-hunting? 

For an eerie moment, she thought she saw a reflection in the mirror and she 
had her nightgown up under her chin, long melons bared and there was 
someone-Kitty's boy-was between her legs, hammering cock into her like she 
had never experienced. As the vision became sharp, she raised her legs high 
in the air, letting the gown slither down until her lean bottom and pussy 
with its tendrils of grey and brownish hair were exposed. 

"You bitch, Kitten," she said sullenly, agitated and in deep need. "You 
rotten slutty bitch." 

In the trailer, Kitty and Skip, too, were awake. "I bet, before we leave, 
you get Berniece, Skip, and maybe Stephanie, too. Did you see the way both 
of them gawked at the bulge in your pants while we were at the house for 
supper?" 

He moaned softly as her hand gently stroked his cock in slow, jackoff 
goadings. "Uuummmm? You getting ready for me, Honey?" 

"She's so old," Skip whispered, his body shuddering as her hand aroused him 
to full hard-on status. 

"Age makes no difference," Kitty responded, milking his thick foreskin over 
the vibrant glans. "Take my word for it, she will be a hot screw. And if you 
can get Steve, what a treat!" 

She clung to his cock, flattened her body out so he could roll on top of 
her. Then she formed a saddle with drawn-up knees spread wide and guided his 
prick into her crevice, into her scalding fuck-hole. "All we have to do is 
just like I told you earlier," she whined, giving herself over to the 
ecstasy of his prick slowly plowing deep into her snatch. "We play it by 
ear. You just watch for my sign and you know what to do. And I bet she'll 
make her move by tomorrow afternoon. 

"OOOOoooohhhhh, Christ, it's good! Shove your cock in all the way and start 
pumping it to my twat," she moaned, breathing in short, tormented pantings. 

Before he began pumping away, Kitty lifted an opulent tit and stuffed the 
turgid nipple into his mouth for hot sucking while he fucked her. "You're 
really getting good with using your prick," she whispered hoarsely as he 
banged her hot hole with long, effective strokes, his meat snock-snocking 
enchantingly into her. 

It was one o'clock the next afternoon when Kitty saw Bea stroll from the 
back porch and head toward the huddle of the pickup camper and trailer. "Get 
in the trailer, Skip," Kitty smiled, "here comes your next piece of tail." 

"I'm having a gin and tonic; want one, Bea?" Kitty asked as the dimunitive 
woman slipped into the folding lawn chair, demurely crossing her legs, 
wearing the same sunsuit as yesterday. When Berniece nodded, Kitty strutted 
into the trailer, returned with two frosty glasses. 

"I was thinking about things, what I said to you yesterday," Berniece said 
hesitantly. "I guess it isn't so wrong-under the circumstances," she said 
lamely, obviously referring to Kitty's reference to being married to Skip. 
"I understand," Kitty said. 

"From the size of his-well, you know, the bulge of his pants-he looks like 
he could do a man's job on a woman," Berniece said, lean face reddening, 
eyes evasive. "Does he do as good as a grown man?" 

"Better, much better," Kitty nodded, with just the trace of a smile on her 
unrouged lips. "You see, Skip can go for a long, long time-and he likes all 
the naughty kinds of sex...." Kitty let the sentence sort of hang on the 
warm, humid air. 

Covertly, she watched Berniece squirm in the webbed seat of the 
aluminum-framed chair. "And he wants it at frequent intervals. Well, Bea, 
when he does, I let him have it-I want to keep him happy." 

"You mean, you two-not just the standard form of sex. What I mean 
is-orally?" Berniece faltered, face flushed. 

Kitty nodded. She thought she could see Berniece's breasts swelling in the 
top of the sunsuit. 

"Where is he now?" Berniece whispered. "But, orally. That is, with your 
mouths. I guess it's okay. And in your case, it doesn't matter if he's only 
fifteen-and built the way he is. I guess I can confess I've considered how 
it would be-with a young boy, Kit." 

Kitty concealed a smug smirk by lifting the drink to her lips. "Maybe, you 
oughta try on a kid for size and satisfaction, Bea," she said with feigned 
hesitancy. "My Skip is a rambunctious young fucker. He might give you a 
romp." 

Berniece's blush deepened. "Not your-guy," she exhaled the words 
tremulously. "I don't think I coulddo that." 

"Crap! Why not-if I'm willing and Skip doesn't mind?" Kitty chirped 
disdainfully. "And I think he might, if he was steamed up and hot to trot." 

"I think it's unthinkable," Berniece h-edged, but Kitty didn't miss the 
fanning back and forth of her friend's knees. 

"Suit yourself; think about it," Kitty shrugged noncommittally. You're 
getting hot pants, my friend, she mused, smug and pleased. She turned in the 
chair and called toward the trailer. "Skip, darling, will you bring out that 
bottle of gin, the tonic stuff and that bowl of ice?" 

Berniece's eyes on Skip's prominent goodie-bulge wasn't lost on Kitty as 
Skip drew up a folding TV tray and set the bottles and bowl on it. She 
leaned to him as he bent to whisper to her. 

"You want what, Honey? Tell Kitty what you want? Right now? But, we have a 
visitor." Skip whispered again, more insistently. "I guess so-okay, 
Darling." 

And Kitty turned to Berniece. "I hope you understand, Bea. My guy wants some 
of my loving attention. I guess we'll go in the trailer for a little bit. 
You can sit here and help yourself." 

When she started to stand, Berniece paled, then blushed a deep red. "Well, 
don't let me bother you two. I mean, don't pay any attention to me, 
Kit-Skip. I won't be in the way, not at all. You two just do whatever you 
want to. There's no one around to see." She glanced all about the shady 
grove of trees. 

"Well, you certainly don't bother us, Bea," Kitty said vacantly, hugging 
Skip's hips and maneuvering him around to stand in front of her. She 
unbuttoned the shirt, removed it and opened the fly of Skip's pants. She 
heard a faint gasp from Berniece as she pushed his pants to the ground, 
baring his lean buttocks. "I could do it for you with your pants up," she 
spoke as if only for Skip, "but I can get to it so much better with your 
goodies all out in the open." 

Kitty tilted her head to squint past Skip's hip when Berniece emitted a soft 
squeaking sound. With an arm around the boy's waist, she gently urged him to 
the side-so Berniece could see clearly as she licked the head of the 
swelling cock. "Uuuuummmm, Honey, I love holding your balls and sucking off 
your prick." 

Berniece leaned forward and to the side, licking her lips as the lithe 
redhead scooped the ripe, red plum of cock-tip into her mouth with her 
curled tongue. 

She whimpered softly and began fucking the kid with her sucking mouth as 
Skip fondled the swollen orbs protruding through the cut-out cups of the 
flimsy halter. Purposely, she slurped noisily, wetly on the mammoth prick, 
taking it deeper and deeper as Skip waggled his butt, fucking her in time 
with her motions. 

Kitty paused just a moment, the plump cock-head in her teeth and lips when 
she noticed Berniece standing on trembling legs beside them. "He wants me to 
do it to him-and I want to keep him happy and content. And giving him a 
blow-job doesn't take away his ability to fucky my cunny, either," she added 
slyly. Quickly, her ardor and passion mounted and she ignored the older 
woman who squatted, face close, to watch her go down on the grunting, 
moaning youth. 

"It's such a huge, huge-cock," Berniece muttered. "And you're taking all of 
it-most of it-all of it in your pretty mouth, Kit," she said with an air of 
disbelief. 

As soft as a vagrant whiff of breeze, Berniece said, "If he would consent to 
do me, I wouldn't want Stephanie around the place. I could send her 
swimming, I suppose. I would just die if Steve even suspected I was with a 
man-boy-naked and he was on me or I was on him and he was fucking cock to 
me." 

Kitty licked her saliva from Skip's gigantic cock. "Well, you and Skip could 
do it in the trailer, on the bed, or the bunk in the camper." 

She took Skip's cock back into her throat, sucking loudly. 

"Ooooohhh, nooooooo, Steve might suspect something-I mean know just what 
I-he-we were doing," Berniece said. "It would be much better if I sent her 
to the lake and he did me in my bedroom." 

Kitty didn't miss Berniece's pleading gaze as she peered up into Skip's 
tense face. "Would you like that, Skip?" Berniece almost whined. "I need it 
so badly; you have such a beautiful hunk of cock. Would you be kind to Bea 
and do it to her with your handsome prick?" 

The combination of sucking cock and having her titties mauled captivated all 
of Kitty's senses. She slipped her hands behind the kid, held the cheeks of 
his ass and pulled him to her, crowding all of his prick forcefully into her 
face. Her breathing came in ragged wheezes and she savored the taste of cock 
and the sensation of the engorged knob thrusting against her tonsil zone. 

Kitty's sexual region seemed aflame, her fully unsheathed clit was a tiny 
needle of fire. Suddenly, her vagina contracted almost painfully as she was 
catapulted into a rending orgasm. Cum, Skip, she prayed, wanting his jizz 
flooding her mouth to make her climax complete and captivating. 

Her bowels started retching as her climax built. And she sucked frantically 
on cock as Skip's pace quicked, thundering his prick into her gulping mouth. 
He was near, so near. Then he released her titties and grabbed her head. He 
slammed his cock all the way down her throat and whimpered in erotic agony 
as his prick erupted, flowing thick, tasty lave into her gullet. 

Kitty coughed and her throat muscles convulsed around his bloated 
prick-bulb. Cum gushed wildly from the snake-eye in the tip of his cock and 
Kitty's snatch boom-boomed ecstatically. And she was dully aware that 
Berniece had reached between Skip's quivering legs and she had his balls in 
a bony hand, caressing and milking his husky cod. 

"I would try that, too," Berniece said, lust in her voice as she peered 
intently at Kitty's lips stretched around the base of the spasming prick. 
"Yesssssss! I'd give it a try, sucking his prick. But I want him to fuck me 
between the legs, too!" 

A wistful, animal wail fluttered from Skip's lips and he yanked his cock 
from Kitty's mouth. He pushed her back roughly in the chair, grabbed her 
ankles, tugged her ass to the rim of the chair and crawled between them. He 
spread the thick lips that escaped from the slit in the crotch of her 
shorts, set his prick and fucked it into her. 

Kitty's legs levered into the air and she hugged his shoulders as he began 
fucking her furiously, finishing his jizzing deep in her hot twat. Berniece 
held to his balls and she stared between his legs at the mammoth prick 
sailing in and out of Kitty's voluptuous cunt. 

Shortly after his jizz was drained, Skip extracted his prick and knelt with 
Kitty's long legs looped over his shoulders. He bent his head into her 
straddle, holding the thick outer labia open and began sucking out her 
seeping cunt. 

Like a cat, Berniece seized his loose, wet prick and began jacking him off. 
"Ooooohhhh, I love the feel of your hot prick and I want to beat your meat 
and keep it nice and long and thick and hard," she whined. 

When he finished tonguing out Kitty's cunt, Skip faltered weakly to his 
feet. Both women tugged up his pants, but his prodigious prick wouldn't fit 
in his tight jeans. They snapped the waistband, leaving his cock hanging 
like a meaty spear from the gaping fly. 

"Ooooohhh, let me run on ahead to the house and get rid of Steve," Berniece 
gasped in passionate torment. She raced on ahead, her unique jugs bouncing 
in the loose bodice of the sunsuit. Kitty preceded Skip, her hands behind 
her, holding his lust-stuffed cock. They hesitated on the back porch, in the 
shade, listening to Berniece making excuses of some sort of Stephanie to 
leave the house. 

In a couple of minutes, Berniece was at the screen door. "Come on," she 
whispered conspiratorially, "let's go right to my bedroom." He pushed one of 
Kitty's hands away so she could get a handful of prick and the two of them 
led him through the house for more ravishing sex in the room with the 
enormous mirror on one wall. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

As soon as Berniece closed the bedroom door, Kitty squatted in front of 
Skip, unsnapped his pants and left them sagging loose, slipping off his lean 
butt. She snuckled in his rigid cock and sucked on the big head as she 
fumbled to remove his low-cut tennis shoes. 

"I haven't used this in years," Berniece said, stripping the covers from the 
bed and fitting a black satin contour sheet on the bed. 

The silvery-haired, frail, bony woman climbed from the bed turned, hands .on 
hips and surveyed the kneeling Kitty sucking the boy's cock. 
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh," she sighed, hands behind her, pulling the zipper down her 
back. But she halted with it just above the hips, the front sagging open. 

"You aren't going to stay, Kit?" 

Kitty let Skip's prick slip from her lips and stood up. "Why not, he's my 
young stud, Bea?" 

Berniece scowled, her narrow face wan, except for the red spots on her cheek 
bones and the bright glitter in her eyes. "Well, why not? I guess so. Who 
gives a-damn." And she finished unzipping the sunsuit, slumped her shoulders 
forward so the single garment slithered down her arms, down her legs. She 
kicked it away and stood there naked. 

To tantalize Berniece, Kitty stepped behind Skip, stooped to rub the exposed 
faces of her tits against Skip's shoulders. She reached around him and 
jacked him off with both hands while the boy stared down at his massively 
swollen sex-member with an expression of awe and bewilderment. 

"Darned big cock," Berniece muttered, lifting her long, slenderish breasts 
in her bony hands where the blue blood veins were stark and clearly defined. 

The elderly woman stepped forward, the mixed silverish, brownish pubic hair 
fuzzy and kinky on her lean love-mound. "So you are going to stay and 
watch." 

She squatted like a ludicrous animal. She moved her face and succeeded in 
capturing the grotesquely huge knob of Skip's prick in her thin, colorless 
lips. She let down her hair, the long, fine tresses falling nearly to her 
almost skinny buttocks. 

With a soft whinnying sound, she scooped up Skip's dangling, full balls with 
both hands. Kitty took away one of her hands to permit Bea a full mouthful 
of prick, but continued to jack off the kid. She wanted Skip to shoot her 
face full of jizz, then fuck her cunt full later. 

"Tastes good, Bea?" Kitty muttered, aware her own passion was at a sizzling 
peak. She grinned broadly, jacked the long stub of meat faster as Berniece 
nodded her head, trying ineffectively to swallow more and more prick. 

"Who would believe a kid could have such a big cock?" Berniece mumbled, 
slobbering her lips around the head, molding them over the thick flange of 
the corona. "Just a wonderful flavor, his fat, hard prick. 

Kitty stared with astonishment at what was happening to Bea's almost comical 
milk bottles-shaped like those old-fashioned glass bottles. They were 
swelling and filling. Still no nipples. But they were gorging and poking far 
out from her bony rib cage. The upper crowns sloped and tilted like a ski 
jump, she thought. And she could smell the sweet perfuminess of Bea's 
snatch, a nebulous, warm, dreamy aroma. 

She released Skip's prick when he began whining and his hips started rolling 
and hunching nervously. Instinctively, he took Bea's head in both hands and 
made a hard, ruthless hunch. Bea's hands fluttered helplessly in the air as 
he rammed his cock down her throat and began fucking her face with almost 
brutal poundings. His balls swung free and bobbed up under Bea's chin, 
plopping meatily against her straining stretched, cock-filled throat. 

Kitty knew when Skip's cock began discharging. Berniece sucked and swallowed 
in lewd guzzlings and her hands flailed the air and her eyes rolled back 
'til the whites only showed. To goad Skip, Kitty knelt and pried open the 
cheeks of his ass with both hands. A finger found his anus and she began 
finger-diddling his bowels. If she only had that crazy dildo from the 
trailer! 

Slowly, Berniece's eyes rolled into focusing, saying helplessly she had 
enough fucking in the mouth, but Skip continued pumping her mouth full of 
cock that seemed to be swelling to an even greater dimension. Then his jizz 
erupted, probably the swelling and copious flood of cum prompted by Kitty's 
rapid finger-cornholing him. Bea couldn't get away; Skip held her head to 
his cock with both hands. 

Kitty couldn't understand how it could happen, Berniece's lips were 
stretched into a white gasket around the root of Skip's prick, but droplets 
of thick, creamy jizz escaped and clung like pearls to her pointy chin. 

At last, Skip let her mouth ease of his prick until she had only the 
trickling knob in her mouth. She managed to lick up the drops of cum from 
her chin, squeezed the barrel of his prick and stumbled to her feet, hugging 
her naked body and heavy jugs to his chest. 

"Good God," she wheezed, "I never dreamed I could swallow such a huge prick, 
let alone take it fucking in and out of my mouth." She rubbed her body to 
skip, dry-fucking him with her flat, taut belly. 

"You got enough left to pour it into my cunny? I would love trying to take 
your enooooormous cock in my twat." 

Skip seemed incensed with passion. He reached around the older woman's frail 
body and gripped her lean ass cheeks, peeled them wide open 'til she 
squealed. She kissed him with mouth wide open and stabbed her tongue into 
his chomping mouth. At last, she stepped back from him. "Let's fuck now, 
Skippy?" 

Her face screwed up, but she made no sound when the kid wormed a finger into 
her rectum. She smiled timidly, turned and stepped toward the bed, letting 
Skip keep his finger buried in her asshole. She patted a pillow into the 
middle of the bed, tossed another diagonally for her head. 

"I want to watch-in the mirror," she said softly, slowly crawling onto the 
bed. Skip pursed her, his finger up her butt and Berniece turned onto her 
back, positioning her bottom up in the air on the firm pillow. 

With a finger jabbed up her ass, Berniece smiled appreciatively at the kid 
who was climbing up over her as she carefully smoothed her long hair out 
over the pillow beside her narrow face. "You'll take it easy, won't you, you 
big-hung stud-kid? I don't remember ever trying to handle such a monstrous 
prick." 

She raised her head and stared between her outward-slung tits and spread her 
cuntal lips wide open. "Set it right in my gash and rub it around," she 
suggested. "Then, put it on the mark and ease-screw it into me." 

Bea held her head up, watching the immense shaft, unable to see the 
prominent knob, as he set it on line with her tunnel. Her eyes rolled back 
again as he hunched his young butt. "Aaaaaaiiiii-Arrrrgggggh!" she growled, 
feet rising and kicking into the air as he shot the head of his cock just 
inside her cunt. "Damned big," she whistled through her half-open lips. As 
he force-crammed more of his prick into her narrow opening, her lips 
stretched across her teeth and her middle heaved as if in protest. 

Skip grunted and strained, coming up on his toes, feet braced, to force his 
cock into the extremely tight old hole. Berniece whimpered and writhed, 
unable to squirm away from the relentless penetration of her snug snatch. 

Needing more power to ram his prick into her writhing body, Skip uncorked 
her anus with his finger and seized her narrow waist. "Uuunnh!" he grunted, 
throwing all his weight on his prick. 

"Eeeeeeyyyyiiiiiii!" Berniece screamed, feeling her pussy was being turned 
outside-in by his prodigious post of fuck-meat. 

Skip had only about four inches, perhaps half of his cock in her and he 
needed even more power. He grabbed her shoulders to use his arm muscles. 
Berniece screamed shrilly and her feet vaulted into the air as he succeeded 
in tamping a couple inches of prick into the tight cranny between her legs. 

"Heeeeeeeey! Aaaaaaaahhhhh, Jesus Christ!" Berniece screamed, a hand going 
to her tortured crotch to feel the progress his cock was making, the way her 
vulva was warped into a ludicrous rubber ring around his invading spear of 
flesh. 

A lecherous lust seized Kitty and she got on the bed, on her knees, behind 
Skip. She took Bea's ankles and pressed her feet back even with her head, 
rolling her ass off the pillow. A shudder shook Berniece's body and her 
innards seemed to give. Skip's cock thumped into her, his groin mashing her 
lean love-mound. 

Kitty was so happy with her young cocksman, she rubbed his butt, massaged 
the heavy balls that drooped into Berniece splayed crack as she released 
Bea's ankles, letting her legs curl helplessly over Skip's sweating back. 

Unable to see the cock sticking in her by lifting her head and peering 
between her engorged breasts, Bernice lay back, turned her head and stared 
wide-eyed into the huge mirror. "Kit, please move; I want to see my cunt 
shoved full of prick. I want to watch as I get fucked by this kid with the 
big cock." 

Obediently, Kitty shifted to sit at Bea's heaving left flank so she could 
gawk at her horribly violated cunt. The outer lips were not visible, being 
pulled inside by the boy's tremendous, throbbing hard-on. But as soon as he 
pulled his prick 'way out of her, the lips were allowed to mold around the 
massive root of flesh and remained in place as he began fucking, fucking, 
fucking her. 

With her head propped up on the pillow, Berniece was able to suck a mouthful 
of her own right tittie. Kitty smiled and leaned to the tiny woman and 
sucked in the other. "Go ahead and fuck the hell out of her," Kitty urged 
the kid. "No, fuck the devil into me," Bea disputed. 

When Skip extracted all of his cock but the massive globe on the end, 
Berniece's legs scizzored. When he crammed it back up her snatch, they 
straighted out, pointing to the ceiling, her toes curling. Still sucking on 
her own boobie, Berniece reached to cup the taut cheeks of her sleek, white 
ass and spread them wide, putting stretching pressure on her anus, 'til the 
inner pink showed. 

"You can really fuck a cunt," Berniece murmured, squinting at the lewd 
reflection of prick punching pussy in the mirror. Her eyelids never 
flickered or blinked as she watched her pussy being pounded with prick. 

Soft, satisfying little grunts chuffed from her slightly open mouth as she 
strained to up-fuck her snatch as Skip hammered his cock into her aching, 
burning cunt. 

With her pussy loosening up, becoming well greased, accepting his pumping, 
plunging, plundering prick, Skip released her shoulders and scooped his 
hands under her, holding her at the small of the back, manipulating her 
slender, light body as he began fucking her with long, smooth strokes. 

"I'm really getting the old twat crammed full of big cock, huh?" Berniece 
wheezed, letting her legs slack far apart, knees bend as she rejoiced in the 
indescribable enthrallment of being fucked and fucked and fucked. She let 
her fingertips stretch to caress the boy's hard, heavy, stony nuts lolling 
in her butt valley. 

Without even looking, Kitty reached with her left hand to caress the tensed 
cheeks of the kid's heaving, laboring butt. She loved her fingers into his 
pinched crack, found his anus. He grunted, in protest, then he forced a 
relaxation and accepted Kitty's finger in his rectum. She held her hand 
steady, letting him cornhole himself on the finger with the action of his 
fucking the perspiring woman under him. 

"Ooooh, lovely, honey, fuck the cock to her," Kitty cooed. 

Kitty could feel the effort he was putting into screwing the whimpering 
older woman in her finger. His inner muscles were working rhythmically and 
she wondered if he was about to start spewing jizz into her as he skewered 
her snatch with quickening cockhunches. 

Quickly, Berniece's expression changed. Blood flooded into her face, giving 
her a pink loveliness. Her lips, stretched tight all the time she was taking 
his cock and while he was fucking her, relaxed and curled into a satisfied 
smile. Whimpers and sobs and mewlings flowed from her, begging him to "pour 
the prick to me; fuck me good and all the way; screw me in the asshole; then 
let me suck you off and taste your wonderful cock; then fuck me some 
more-and more and more." 

The smoky, pungent aroma of sex and fucking prick and pussy heated to the 
boiling point-was heavy and clinging on the quiet air of the bedroom. And 
the sound of solid meat wallowing into yielding snatch was illicitly 
exciting. 

That sound and heavy breathing was all for a long time. Then Berniece began 
whimpering and her body jerking and writhing spastically as she exploded 
into a violent orgasm, followed almost instantly by Skip's scalding 
copulation, shooting thick jizz into her, plastering the walls of her cunt. 

"Awwwwkkkkk, your cock is pumping me full of cummmmmm!" Berniece squealed, 
shaking her ass, trying to rotate it on his massive spindle of sexy meat. 

And it all looks so terribly naughty and exciting and fun, the cute little 
Stephanie frowned, watching through the south window off the porch. So 
terribly thrilling. She reached under her dress tail and cupped her virgin 
pussy before slipping away to go down by a small stream by herself and play 
with her burning, itching, yearning cunny and daydream that that cute boy 
was on top of her, shoving his absolutely gorgeous boy-thing into her. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

About mid-morning the next day, Kitty was having coffee with Bea at the 
kitchen table. Berniece was clearly tense and anxious. Kitty thought she 
might be feeling remorseful about her lascivious romping with Skip. But it 
was Stephanie's prensence that was bothering her. 

"Steve, honey, why don't you wander over to the lake and go swimming or rent 
a boat or something?" 

"Sure, the lithe young girl with gently waved dark hair said, "so you two 
can talk. I can take a hint." 

As soon as the front screen door slammed, Bea asked quickly, no shade of 
embarrassment in her lively face, "where is that marvelous Skip this 
morning?" 

Kitty puckered her lips, made a little kissing sound as she sucked on them. 
"Well, his thing was so tender this morning, I suggested the poor boy get 
out a fishing rod and try the stream." 

"Shucks-dammit!" Berniece said, plainly disappointed and irritated. "Oh, I 
sympathize; probably my old, tight pussy was dry and made his pecker sore. 
But, golly, honey, we could have played with him you know, been real tender 
with him, suck his pecker and that wouldn't hurt him." 

"Lordy, Bea-where did you get 'Bea?' That doesn't go with Berniece," Kitty 
laughed. 

My mother was sort of dumb and didn't know that and started calling me "Bea' 
when I was a little girl and it stuck. But," she persisted in her original 
thought, "we could be real gentle with Skip and could have had a 
ball-licking his balls-and going down on his wonderful cock." 

"You sure did a flip-flop in your thinking about making it with a kid," 
Kitty chided her. 

"Shit! Forgive me, Kit! I was just stunned, at first, that's all. But 
watching you suck him down by the trailer and having his sock his cock to my 
mouth, then up my hard-up twat, I came around. I came around so much I'm 
craving a jump in the sack with a young cockster right now," Berniece 
sighed, forelornly. 

Kitty smiled smugly, watching the older woman who had looked so exquisite, 
while body contrasting with the black satin sheet, dip a hand into the top 
of the sunsuit to squeeze and maul a firm, rubbery boobie. "I have a little 
confession to make, Bea. I don't know why I told the fib in the first place. 
But Skip isn't my husband-we aren't married. Just traveling together and 
fucking and sucking cock and cunt whenever the urge strikes us." 

"You-aren't-married? God! I'm stunned again! But I think that's terrific," 
Berniece grinned, her pale grey eyes glittering. 

"I'll bet," Kitty said slowly, "I could get Skip to scout around McCall and 
fetch us some young boys." 

"Risky, isn't it? If they should talk?" Berniece puzzled, lifting a tittie 
out of the sunsuit, holding it up and sucking tenderly. 

"Not if I tell him to make sure they aren't permanent residents. If they are 
on vacation or a summer outing, they'd be gone and who would ever know?" 
Kitty reasoned. 

"OOOOOOHHHHH, I don't know," Berniece sighed in a tone of misery. "But I do 
know I was so looking forward to having Skip screw me again. And I need it 
so badly." 

Kitty patted her hand, ran fingertips over the underside of Bea's exposed 
breast. "If you need it so much, come down to the trailer and I'll fuck you 
with my dildo." 

Bea's eyes squinted at her shrewdly. "I don't know. Is it any good? I've 
heard about 'em; seen 'em. Never used one. Satisfaction guaranteed?" 

"Yep!" Kitty chuckled, excitment putting a pretty pink glow in her smooth 
cheeks. 

"Weeeeeelllll, let's go," Berniece said, dropping her elongated cone back 
inside her sunsuit. "I'll try anything once-especially when I'm this hard-up 
for cock and fucking." 

Stephanie had lingered deliberately in the house that morning, wanting her 
grandmother to run her out so her absence wouldn't be questioned later. She 
had seen Skip stroll away with the fishing rod-and that enormous bulge that 
stretched the buttons of his pants. And she thought it wouldn't be difficult 
to find him and maybe.... 

And when she spotted him sitting in the cool shade, on the cool grass beside 
a quiet pool, she decided to play it as bold as she could imagine. First, 
she removed the little beach coat she was wearing so he could see all the 
skin the bikini failed to cover and could guess about the little dabs, here 
and there, that it did conceal. The way he was sitting Indian-fashion, his 
basket of stuff was just as prominent as when he was standing. 

"Hi," she said from a little distance, smiling. "I saw you yesterday 
afternoon," she said without stalling around. When he didn't respond, she 
became starkly explicit. "I was on the back porch looking in the bedroom 
window the whole time. I saw you naked and my grandmother naked on the bed 
on the black sheet. The whole thing." 

She laughed delightedly when Skip blushed, looked away. 

"Exciting," she continued, angry at herself for bein so stupid and 
stumbling. "Verrrrry naughty," wishing she wasn't so confounded naive. "You 
must have a pretty big-thing-to make Bea howl like that." 

She blushed from the bulging crowns of her young boobies that pooched out of 
the flimsy, narrow cups of her skimpy halter to the roots of her dark hair. 
"Show me!" she blurted. "Show me your thing!" 

He shook his head scowling darkly. 

"Scaredy," she chided him, standing on her knees beside him. "I tell you 
what, I'll let you look at my breasts if you'll show me your-penis?" 

His brain seemed to swim. He was accustomed to boldness and raunchy sexy 
with Kit and even Bea-but in the presence of this brash teenaged girl, he 
was the typical tongue-tied teenager. 

"Well?" Steve challenged, reaching behind her, fingers hesitating on the 
knot that held the bikini bra over her hot, blushing, bulging young boobies. 

"You go first," he dared her, a pulse beat starting to pound in his truly 
tender phallus. 

She frowned at him with disdain, then dropped away the bra. "You!" 

He ogled her jutting breasts that rose and feel tremulously with her excited 
breathing. "Well, show me yours," she said lamely, eyes glued to the immense 
bulge in the crotch of his pants. "Show me!" she demanded, "you're gawking 
at my breasts." 

"You sure?" Skip pondered, licking his lips, gaze focused on the very tiny 
berries that adorned the cones of her twin wonders. "Yes! I'm sure," Steve 
blurted. Skip turned sly. "Well, if you want to look at it, I guess you'll 
have to unbutton my pants and do the looking." 

"Darn you," Steve flared, picking up her bra sulkily, holding it over her 
firm titties. But her fascination with his sex appendages was too strong in 
her. She flipped away the halter and reached toward his lap. "Now, you mean 
what you said?" 

Skip nodded, even scooted around to face her more squarely. 

The buttons popped open with the least fumbling of her fingers and she 
spread the flaps of his fly. "Golly," she breathed, staring at the topside 
crown of his cock, still not seeing the corona, no part of the tingling 
tender head. 

She stared at it for a couple of minutes, then became exasperated. "Darn, I 
can't see it, Skip!" 

Slowly, a brazen boldness built in the boy. "Well, put in a hand and take it 
out." 

"Blast you," she breathed, oblivious to the bare breasts that bobbed gently 
as she breathed. Then, daringly, she fumbled a hand into his clothes, groped 
clumsily, got her fingers around his hot meat and flopped out his 
blood-engorged cock. "Wow! Whoeeeeeee!" she said, her voice a gentle hiss of 
astonishment. "And you had that in Grandma!" 

She covered the enormous knob with her bowled hand, rubbed it wonderingly. 
"So big-and hot-and long-and thick," she murmured. 

"Won't you push your jeans down-so I can see more-all of you?" Stephanie 
said, a mock wheedling tone in her soft voice. And her dark eyes glittered 
as Skip complied, shuffling his pants down around his ankles and leaning 
toward her and back, opening his legs. 

At first, she closed her arm against his hand. "Yeah, okay, I guess." And 
she let him fondle her feverish tit as she gripped his fat cock. Instinct 
prevailed and she began sliding her hand tentatively up and down the long, 
thick shaft, forcing the thick foreskin over the dark purple glans. 

"Can I touch-your other thing-things?" 

"My balls," Skip nodded, shivering as her soft, cool hand lifted his nuts, 
felt them slither around in his scrotum. 

"Golly-wow!" Stephanie breathed, twisting so Skip had a good angle to play 
with her stinging titties. "Look! It's getting bigger and really hard!" 

"It's not an 'it', it's a cock or a prick," Skip added to her education. 

"Cock," Stephanie said thoughtfully. "Prick. They sound so naughty," she 
grinned at his perspiring face. "I like the way your hand feels on my 
breasts." 

"You got real cute boobies-titties," Skip whispered, pinching the nipple of 
one until she squealed and the little berry emerged into a slick-skinned 
berry in a dark, creamy circle. 

"Would it hurt, if you put your-cock, prick in me?" Steve asked studiously. 

"Probably," Skip replied in the same studious tone. 

"Hurt really bad?" 

"Probably," he said. "I'm sure it would. You'd scream and take on dreadful." 

"I would not," Stephanie denied haughtily, defiantly. "I bet I could stand 
it. I know a little bit. I've read about such things. I know I would 
probably bleed some, being a virgin." 

"Then, you'd scream and squall like you were being killed," Skip said 
solemnly, shuffling so he could lick the crown of her right boobie, suck the 
tiny, turgid nipple. 

"I would not," Steve declared vehemently, yet there was a note of 
uncertainty in her voice. "It is huge, though," she admitted, jacking him 
off, milking a droplet of clear oil from the grinning slit in the tip of his 
quivering hot cock. 

"If I tried to put it in you, it would hurt and you would yell," Skip 
murmured, pausing in sucking her titties. 

"You could put your hand over my mouth, if I gave any sign I was going to," 
Stephanie said. "But I would NOT make a loud sound." 

"If you're a virgin, like you say, how do you know?" Skip demanded, putting 
a hand between her legs and palming her soft, curvy pussy. 

"I just know," Steve muttered, one hand jacking him off as the other played 
more boldly with his swollen, aching balls. 

"I could try-and if you scream or anything, I would quit," he said 
graciously. 

"If I decide to let you try, I won't let you go all the way. I mean it, 
Skip," Stephanie gasped, eyes not blinking as she stared at his huge prick. 

"Well, untie the bows on the sides and take off my little bottom and you can 
feel me. That's only fair; I'm playing with your-prick," she said 
magnanimously. 

He drew the flimsy piece of material from between her long legs and 
immediately smelled the sweet aroma of her hot little pussy. She jumped as 
if stung when his fingers rubbed her sensitive outer cuntal lips. 

"Yiiikkkeees!" she wheezed. "That tickles so wonderful!" Her hand gripped 
his cock; her hand squeezed his stony nuts when he dipped a finger in her 
tight, narrow little slot and touched the funthorn in the upper tip of her 
pussy smile. "Double yiiikkkeees!" she gasped. 

"You really want me to fuck you?" Skip frowned, his fingertip touching her 
hole entry. 

"Why not?" she asked tartly. "But I don't know how. You'll have to teach 
me." 

"Not much to teach," Skip said, pushing her breast bone. "Just lie down on 
the grass, on your back. 

"Like this?" she said, squinting at his mammoth genitals as he took off his 
shoes and pants and shirt. She was stretched out, ankles crossed, legs 
straight and stiff. 

"No," he said mockingly. "Get your legs wide open and pull up your knees so 
I have room to get in there and fuck your pussy." 

He crawled between her legs, atop her, his knees a few inches from her 
rounded fanny moons. "I bet I hurt your snatch and you howl bloody murder." 

Before he had done more than part her outer pussy petals and dip the head of 
his cock in her pinkish gash, she trembled and whimpered. He got the head of 
his cock moist from the sweet juices in her vulva and set it firmly against 
her tiny entry. 

He scooped one hand under her bottom, lifted her ass slightly. He put his 
other hand on her shoulder to hold her down and in place to keep her from 
slithering away from his assault. 

"Don't you dare scream or anything," he warned her. "You asked for me to put 
my cock in your twatty." 

Instinctively, Stephanie knew she had put herself in a position of 
questionable desirability. The head of his cock seemed enormous. And he 
hadn't even started yet. It was like a massive rock, poised at the opening 
to her body. The muscles in her long, tapering thighs quivered as he 
increased pressure. 

She could feel him lifting her bottom off the cool grass. A yell came to her 
lips, but she bit it back as a sensation of being gored hit her between the 
legs. 

"Try not to hurt me too much," she whispered, gritting her teeth, her gaze 
riveted to his tense face. "I trust you to be as gentle as you can," she 
wanted some kind of reassurance. 

She smiled tremulously when he nodded. "Go ahead-and do what you-we-have to 
do to go all the way." 

He began rocking his hips and her body was jostled on the grass. "Pull your 
feet up and spread your knees," he said tersely, looking down at the way her 
entry pinched against the point of his prick. 

He waited until she caught a deep breath, then gave her a harsh punch. 
"Eeeekkks," she gasped, biting her lip. "Is it going to go? Are you going to 
be able to get your prick in me and fuck me, Skip?" 

"I'm going to fuck you," he said resolutely, bucking his hips between her 
trembling thighs. 

She choked off a scream when she was opened enough for the head of his cock 
to rip inside her vagina. "It does hurt-some," she confessed, grateful to 
him that he let it rest for a moment. "Try some more," she encouraged him, 
determined not to be chicken about getting her first screwing. 

Sweat dripped from his puckish nose onto her titties as he pried and levered 
more of his cock into her narrow passage. It hurt! But she knew, 
intuitively, it was going to get worse. A lot worse. But his prick was going 
in and up her snatch. She could feel the coarse glide of the head of his 
meat, followed by the gigantic shaft. Yes! he was slowly punching it into 
her with gently, but firm, rocking buckings of his ass and hips. 

Then it was as if head hit a wall with the end of his prick. He stopped, 
gasping for breath. Stephanie closed her eyes. She knew! She had heard other 
girls whisper about it, in awed tones. Her cherry! He was at her cherry-and 
if he broke it, she wouldn't be a virgin any more. 

Tenderly, she touched his face, wiped away the sweat from his brow. Then, 
waiting anxiously, with trepidation, she let her arms flop straight out from 
her shoulders. She closed her eyes when she saw determination in his face. 

"You better put a hand over my mouth," she whispered as she sensed he was 
gathering his strength. "I don't want to yell-but I just might when you tear 
my cherry." 

Skip laid a palm over her mouth and reared up over her. His cock was blocked 
for a moment, then something inside her pussy gave and some three inches of 
his monstrous cock slammed into her cunt with a sort of creaking give. 

Steve did scream-against his hand. Her feet kicked into the air; her legs 
straightened out stiffly. He punched again and her legs catapulted into the 
air. Stephanie thought she was about to faint, but everything was too 
keen-all her senses were alive. 

And she didn't need Grandmother's big mirror to tell her that his cock was 
goring into her body, deeper and deeper between her legs. Right up what she 
had always thought of as her pee hole. But she knew this was her pussy that 
was taking his relentless, ruthless penetration. He was slowly fucking his 
cock into her. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Skip raised himself over her, stared down between their bare bodies. A good 
two inches of his massive bole was still evident with her outer lips 
ballooned around his prick. He hunched roughly, but she wasn't taking any 
more of him. Stephanie whined softly, her head tossing back and forth. 

Each time he prodded cock at her, her feet would lift from the grass, settle 
back when the pressure in her pussy eased. "More, Skip?" she moaned, eyes 
halfclosed, just a part of her dark eyes revealed. 

"Yeah," he nodded, used a hand to smear the sweat from his taut face. He 
looped his arms under the backs of her muscle-tight thighs, lifted her butt 
high from the ground and braced his feet. He gave a mighty lunge and Steve 
screamed, voice shrill and wavering as his gigantic cock thudded into her, 
his balls smacking into her crack against her bulging anal dimple. 

"My God, what did you do?" Stephanie wailed, trying to straighten out her 
legs along the surface of the ground. But Skip had her thoroughly impaled 
and his trembling hands held her smooth, rounded bottom off the ground. 

"Now, you got all my cock up your cunt," he wheezed, panting for breath from 
his exertion. "Does it hurt you-very much?" 

Stephanie's eyes blinked and her mouth moved as she deliberated his 
question. "Not too badly," she whispered, licking her pale lips. "But two 
dollars worth of this kind of fun would go a long ways." 

Experimentally, he pulled his cock out a couple of inches and Steve's legs 
levered into the air. "Uh-uh-uhuhhhhh," she gasped, her belly undulating as 
he spanked his prick back into her extremely tight snatch. 

"Like a toothache between my legs," she tried to grin gamely. "Try it again, 
Skip." She winced as he drew out four inches and skewered his spearing prick 
back into her. She emitted a wavering falsetto as he pumped at her 
repeatedly with lengthening, quickening strokes. 

Her twat began a sort of squeaking, squishing as he settled to fucking her 
with cock-long strokes. She lifted her bent legs into the air, pressing them 
to his heaving flanks as he rocked back and forth, plowing the prick into 
her milking pussy. 

"Are all boys' cocks as big as yours, Skip?" she panted, staring wide-eyed 
into his face. 

"I don't know," he replied dourly, concentrating on drilling and drumming 
his cock into her delectably hot cunt. "But I know all girls' pussies aren't 
as snug as yours, Stephanie." 

She giggled softly, a tone of appreciation. "Well, if you keep fucking your 
big, meaty monster of a prick into my cunny, it won't be tiny and tight for 
long." 

"Hush talking and let's fuck," he adminished, sensing the workings of his 
jizz pump. 

"Yes, sir," Stephanie said with mock docility, and she tried to rock her 
obscenely assaulted and exposed butt to his pounding prick. "My mother-in 
Pocatello-is sort of horny. Since she and Dad divorced a year ago. She said 
a gal should be sure the guy she marries is hung like a-a good Mormon," she 
giggled. 

Skip curled both arms around Steve's neck, lifted her head and achieved 
greater power for lancing his prick into her resilient body. 

"Oooohhheee, will I cum, Skip? Will your big prick make me go wild like 
Grandma?" she hugged him and panted frantically. "I hope I cum and have a 
good first-time fuck. Boy! I can really feel your big thing going in and out 
of me. It feels like my pussy is on fire and my belly is full each time you 
shove it in me. 

"Is that your balls I feel against my buttie-hole and slapping my behind?" 
she giggled. 

"Shush and fuck," he reprimanded her, tossing his cock into her faster and 
faster, the strokes becoming a little erratic as his passion heated and he 
knew he was nearing the moment his jizz would whitewash her delicious 
insides. "If you want to have a blast, you better concentrate on fucking my 
cock with your sweet cunny." 

"I'm gonna try real hard," Stephanie vowed solemnly. "I want the first fuck 
to make my pussy explode and have a dandy time." She braced her feet out 
beside the cheeks of her ass and began hunching upward, arching her glutted 
pussy to his in-slamming prick. "I think I will make it; I feel so weird and 
heavenly," she whispered, breath short and fast as she strove to match his 
slam-bang cock-strokes. 

But she was maybe half a dozen prick-punches too late. Skip was unable to 
hold back and pounded his cock all the way up her and began spewing her with 
a flood of jizz. She squalled with dismay and disappointment. But, for the 
first time of being fucked, her sphincters began working, milking along the 
pulsating barrel of his wildly squirting cock and Skip howled as if his 
prick were trapped in a torture chamber. 

Some five minutes later, when he was finished, he slowly pulled his prick 
out of her, helped her to her feet. As if by silent agreement, they slipped 
gingerly into the cool pool, hugging and kissing and refreshing themselves. 

"Will you be fucking Grandma and Kitty again, Skip?" she sighed seriously. 

He shrugged, his hands tenderly rubbing cool water against her swollen, 
proud, jutting breast globes. "Probably," he admitted. 

"Will I have a chance for you to give me your prick again? I was just about 
to cum when you did. I want to have you fuck me again-I just know I can. If 
we can fuck again-real soon." 

"We'll try tonight," Skip whispered, helping her from the pool. As they 
dressed, he said, "You better go back first-so they won't suspect." 

She nodded. "I know. I'll take a round-about way off to the north and come 
back from the direction of the lake." 

"We'll try to fuck tonight," Skip said. "If we both can get away from your 
grandmother and I can get off from Kitty." 

He knew one way he could get away-find another boy to occupy Kit and Bea. 

"Strip," Kitty said tersely, undressing as soon as she closed the door of 
the trailer behind them. 

"Quick and easy," Berniece said, unzipping the sunsuit and letting it float 
to the floor. "Get your gadget and we'll see if your dildo is as good as 
your promise." 

Kitty searched a drawer, took out an airlines satchel, unzipped it. "Get 
back on the bed, you hot old cunt." And she stepped into the strong, elastic 
harness-a waistband, around-the-leg straps and a strap around the middle of 
the buttocks to hold the long tool in place against her own cunny. 

Berniece, sprawled in readiness in the middle of the bed, laughed almost 
hysterically as she ogled the ludicrous contraption, an ebony replica of a 
Negro cock-long, but not as thick as poor Skip's-the way Kitty had it 
perpetually swollen by almost constant use. 

"Okay, laugh," Kitty said haughtily, "but this thing will make your pussy 
smoke and you'll howl like a wounded she-cat." 

"As long as it does the job on my pussy," Bea sobered, taking the jar of 
Vaseline Kitty handed her. 

"Grease it good-I don't want to tear up your snatch or your asshole," she 
said. And that was a new idea. 

After greasing the firm, but pliant tool, Berniece stabbed a finger up 
Kitty's snatch, playfully. "It needs two ends so we could dildo-diddle each 
other at the same time." 

"Ready?" Kitty asked, pausing on her knees between the older woman's spread, 
raised knees. 

"Yep," Berniece grunted. "You set it and I'll open up my lips so you can hit 
my sex-mouth with your peckersubstitute." 

"Here goes your virginity," Kitty smirked, nosing the tip of the fake prick 
into her gash. "I'm set, are you?" She didn't wait, but rushed forward with 
her shapely ass and drove some five inches of the imitiation cock into Bea's 
gasping, writhing body. 

"Jesus Christ!" Berniece panted, feet kicking, toes curling. "So far, so 
good. Heave the rest of it to me and let's see if you can make like a man 
fucking a woman who needs lots and lots of cunt-cocking." 

The remainder of the instrument slipped into the quivering canal with an 
easy glide that brought squeals of ecstasy from the silvery-haired woman 
under the tall redhead. "Not bad-but I'd rather have that kid of yours 
working his over-sized cock up my twat," Berniece panted, rolling and 
rocking her ass. "Let me get my feet back by my ears and you fuck the tar 
out of me." She grabbed her toes and rolled her body into a hinged 
contortion, putting her bony ass high in the air as Kitty began fucking her 
slowly with the woman's best friend-when no stud was about. 

Astonishingly, a perverted thought struck Kitty. "Berniece, have you ever 
been cornholed?" 

"Huh? Yeah, a few times-but usually only after my pussy had been satisfied," 
the huffing, puffing, fucking woman moaned. The next time Kitty drew out the 
long dildo, she drew it out all the way, set it quickly and gored it all the 
way up the little, dainty woman's rectum. 

"Heeeeey! Goddamn you! Jesus Christ, Kit! You got me in the shit chute!" But 
she kept right on rocking and fucking with her body, with all her might. 

After several full strokes in her butt hole, Berniece starting wailing, 
"It's okay, but alternate it-fuck me a few times in the ass, then a few 
times up the cunt!" 

It was a little awkward, but Kitty found a routine that permitted her to 
fuck front hole, back hole alternately without missing too many strokes. 

"I'm gonna have me an asshole and a cunny cum all at the same time," 
Berniece yelled in a frenzied tone. "But don't ask me to give that fuckin' 
dildo a blow-job!" 

On his way back to Berniece Kramer's place, Skip fumbled for words to tell 
Kitty he had met a couple of boys and they were coming over about dark. 
Hadn't she mentioned his finding a young kid to do it with her? 

Even if she wasn't pleased, it would, maybe, stop her from asking what he 
had done during the day and wouldn't get him caught up and made suspect and 
get him to admit he had done it with the cute Stephanie. 

And he walked right into the trailer and caught Kitty and Bea giggly and 
wrestling naked on the bed in back. In amazement, he strode to the back and 
was standing over them before they even noticed his presence. 

"Good God!" Kitty gasped, turning redder than ever from being romping 
between the older woman's updrawn thighs. "Skip!" Flustered for a minute, 
she lay atop Berniece, then heaved back, the slippery dildo sliding out of 
Bea's gaping snatch. 

"Want to take over, Skip?" Berniece chortled, turning slightly so she was 
showing him her red-flushed gash. "I even got that thing up my butt." 

Kitty put a hand on Bea's slot and pressed the thick lips together. "You 
keep talking like that, and I'll shove it back up there again." 

She turned to Skip and patted his prominent sex lump. "Well, get your duds 
off and throw the meat to her, Honey." 

Skip shook his head negatively. "I don't want to-right now." 

"Come on!" Kitty said, a tone of authority in her voice. "Get naked and 
screw her." And she undid his pants and pushed them down. "You been playing 
with yourself? Geez, your cock is big!" As she unbuttoned his shirt, she 
jacked him off crudely and his meat lurched to full erection. 

"That's a goofy-looking thing," Skip said, staring at the wobbling dildo 
attached to Kitty's crotch. 

"Oh, hey!" Kitty chirped, getting his shoes and pants off. "I got an idea!" 
Wiggling her hips, she got out of the harness and fitted it to Skip's body. 
"A two-pronged cocksman for you, Bea!" 

"You're insane, Kit Marman!" Berniece squealed, head raised gawking between 
her oddly shaped tits at the impossible dildo and Skip's immense hard-on. 

Kitty pushed Skip toward her and the bed. "You think so, do you? Well, get 
on your gut and I'll show you-Skip and I'll show you. Skip, let me grease 
that gadget with Vaseline, then mount her rear end!" 

"It won't work," Berniece protested mildly, but she flopped over, knees on 
the edge of the bed, her skinny ass pushed back, offered for sacrifice or 
fucking-or both. 

"Get behind her, Skip. I'm gonna sit on her head so she can't crawl away 
from you. And I can still lean over her and set you up for both her holes," 
Kitty chortled. 

"Get off my hair!" Berniece wailed, getting her long hair from under Kitty's 
knees and shanks. 

"That is my pussy," Bea said in a tone of confession, feeling the head of 
Skip's prick as Kitty inched it into her vulva, set it at her steaming 
entry. "Oooohhh, Goddamn! That IS my tortured little asshole!" 

"Shove, Skip, my big-cocked, double-donged lover," Kitty panted, more from 
lascivious passion than exertion. "Rip 'em to her-asshole and hot snatch!" 

He remembered the difficulty of penetrating the older woman the night 
before, took her by the flanks and hip bones and shoved hard with his hips. 

Bea's ass reared as both tools hit her-one the boy's immense flesh, the 
other the phony prick. She squalled in surprise as she took three inches of 
each. Both channels fluttered wildly as he bored into her with steady 
pressure. His eyes were wide and staring as he watched the black phallus 
disappear, felt his own cock vanish into the fiery, liquid twat below it 

"Can you fuck her in both holes, Skip?" Kitty breathed lustfully, leaning 
her head over Berniece's trembling ass to watch his progress. "By God, I 
believe so! Look at her asshole pucker around the diddleydildo!" 

She groped under Berniece's belly. "By golly! She's taking your cock up her 
snatch! You're fucking your cock into her cunt. Hey! She almost has all of 
your prick! Come on, Skip, give her some hunches, I want to feel your cock 
fucking her while I watch you shaft the thing in and out of her butt." 

Berniece began grunting and wailing as Skip began cramming both of her holes 
full of fucking. "For Christ's sake, get off my head, Kit, you're smothering 
me. Your pussy smells good, but I'd rather eat it than sniff it all 
afternoon." 

Berniece sighed with relief as the tall redhead unstraddled her. "Hell, I 
ain't goin' anywhere, this is soft of on the fantastic side." And she began 
foisting her lewd ass back at Skip's rhythmic fuck-hunches. 

"Whoever heard of being fucked and cornholed at the same time?" Bea gasped, 
fucking her body back and forth as Skip threw the meat and the dildo into 
her steaming, snuckling passages. "Just keep it up, Kid, and I'll blast both 
holes and blow your balls off!" Berniece wailed, her wanton lust reaching a 
boiling temperature. 

Kitty squatted on her haunches behind Skip's fucklurching ass and caressed 
his dangling balls with the tips of fingers of both hands. "Ooooohhhh, 
beautiful," she crooned, feeling a little envious as she watched her friend 
get both love-holes crammed. 

"All you need, Berniece," Kitty gasped, "Is a stud pouring prick into your 
panting, cock-loving mouth." 

"Find me one in a hurry," Bea sniffled, "and I'll take it. But you better 
hurry; I'm about to have me an asshole-cum and a pussy-orgasm." Her bowels 
were churning delectably and her snatch was starting to boom-bang-boom as 
Skip grunted and roared into her elastic body. 

Kitty's cunt began pop-pop-popping just from watching Skip ream both holes 
of the whimpering woman under him. She scooted forward and held his balls so 
she could lick them. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she could and 
stuffed his roiling nuts inside. 

Skip bawled loudly, fucking as fast as he could make his bare ass fly and 
flushed Berniece's clutching pussy full of jizz. She screamed in ecstasy 
when the first gush of cum sprayed her innards and kept on as her own 
double-orgasm cascaded around the buried prick and dildo deep in her cunt 
and asshole. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

With his cock still socked away in Berniece's pussy and the dildo stabbed 
far into her ass, Skip told Kitty that he had met the two boys and they 
would be around about dark. 

"Hunh?" Berniece said stupidly, still wallowing pleasurably in her 
double-climax. 

"Wonderful, Darling," Kitty murmured, continuing to suck lovingly on his 
balls. "You got them just for Bea and me? Then you won't be here after we 
get started? Of course, you don't mind if I get my jollies with a prick 
other than yours? Of course not! We'll have all summer to play sexy games. 
Thank you so much, Skip." 

"What's that he said?" Berniece wheezed, gently rolling her asshole and 
pussy on her twin-impalement. 

"Skip encountered a couple of boys to fuck around with us tonight," Kitty 
explained. "And Skip said they are from the Tri-Cities area and leave 
tomorrow-so we don't have to worry-about their talking." 

Kitty and Berniece decided that Kitty would set the strange boys at ease 
down at her trailer, then bring them to the house. There, they would take 
them to Bea's bedroom. Kitty discarded the hot pants with the split in the 
crotch and the cut-out bra for a mini-dress that barely covered her pelvis. 

When the boys arrived, shortly after dark, she was momentarily disconcerted 
and drew Skip aside. "What is this, Skip? So, your form of a joke, huh? 
Well, I'll go along; the joke will be on you. You just think how you're gong 
to feel, fucking a gal who's been fucked by a black boy." 

The two brothers, sixteen and seventeen, weren't ill-at-ease at all. In 
fact, when they noticed Kitty drinking a gin and ginger ale they asked for 
drinks, too. 

The redhead's temperature soared when the two tall, lean youths settled on 
the ground in front of her, made no bones about trying to see up under the 
almost non-existent dress tail. After a moment of embarrassment, she let 
them. And not too casually, either. She sat in her webbed chair, legs 
uncrossed, thighs slack and they could get a dim view of her robust pussy 
with its heavy flounce of red wool. 

And neither of the boys seemed to notice when Kitty winked at Skip and he 
melted away into the darkness. 

"You guys-Dave and William?-getting your eyes full?" she smirked, pouting 
her lips, making her eyes peer at them innocently. "Whatcha looking at, 
anyway?" 

"Your red-haired pussy," the older one grinned. That was David. 

"Hah! What do you kids know about pussy?" Kitty retorted, reddening under 
their intent, carnal gazes. "I bet you never even saw a naked woman or had 
your gizmos in one." 

"I call that bet," William leered, licking his lips. 

"Well, have a good look, then," she said throatily, spreading her legs wide, 
using the fingers of her free hand to comb aside the crisp tendrils of red 
pussy hair and parting the thick outer lips of her rose-red vulva blossom. 

"Yeeeeaaaaaah, man!" they echoed and leaned forward, their cheeks against 
her knees staring at her exposed gash and sniffing like hot animals at the 
musky fragrance of her fuck-ready snatch. 

"Aaaaahhhh, shucks," one said when she clamped her thighs together and 
pressed the shirt skirt over her Venus mound. 

"Well, let's go up to the house," Kitty said. "There's another woman with a 
red-hot cunt and we'll have a balling good time." She led the way up the 
graveled pathway onto the back porch. 

"Bea?" she called softly, knocking on the screen door. 

"Come in. Steve's off some place. Left a note she wouldn't be back 'til 
about midnight. We have a lot of time," Berniece said. Then she scowled, 
peering at Kitty questioningly when she noticed their visitors were black. 
"Negroes?" she whispered. "I don't know, Kit," she wavered, then moved back 
to let them all in the house, the flowing, ankle-length robe billowing about 
her thin body. 

"It'll be okay and fun," Kitty reassured, boldly squeezing Dave's bulge as 
the boys moved on into the kitchen. "They assure me they know all about 
women-and they've both seen my pussy-had a good look and are hot to trot." 

Berniece brought drinks. "Yeah, I bet they do," she said sulkily. 

"We do," William said solemnly. "We both fucked a few women and girls." 

The boys sensed a pairing off. William sat cross-legged in front of Berniece 
and David sprawled before Kitty, eyes riveted to her crotch. 

"Bet you ain't even got a snatch," Dave said mockingly to Bea. "Otherwise, 
why you wearin' that old A-rab robe thing? You ain't got a pussy and you 
keep covered up so nobody will suspect." 

"Poof," Bea said scornfully. "And I bet you ain't got enough pecker hardly 
to pee through." 

"Sheeet," David said, nudging his brother. "Let's show 'em, Bill." And the 
boys unzipped their pants and extracted just the heads of their penises. 
Both women got glimpses of dark meat and thick phallus skin. 

"Go on, take off your clothes and let us see if you're men or little bitty 
kids," Kitty taunted them. "If you don't," she pressed her legs over her 
seething sex. "I won't let you look at my twattie." 

There was a brief uncertainty, but the two boys stood up, pitched away their 
shirts, balanced on one leg to remove their shoes, then slowly dropped their 
pants, keeping their undershorts on. 

"Goddamn it!" Kitty snorted, setting down her glass and coming to her feet. 
She yanked down Dave's skivvies and grabbed a handful of his cock and black 
balls. 

Seeing his brother naked, William finished stripping and moved next to Bea's 
armchair, presenting his genitals for her inspection and loving care, if she 
would. 

Kitty stared hungrily at the hunk of tubular meat that was growing rapidly 
in her squeezing hand as she slowly jacked off the colored boy. When she 
guessed he was about half-hard, she dropped his cock, patted his high-lifted 
balls. "Get down on your knees," she said tersely, leaning back in the 
chair, folding her legs over the arms and scooting her bottom to the edge of 
the seat. 

"Can't fuck off my knees like this," David protested. 

"You won't get a fuck at all, unless you eat my pussy first," she snapped, 
beckoning him to get his face on her snathe. 

"You think I ain't et pussy hair-pie before, you're crazy, white 
split-tail," David grinned, his hands caressing the tensed inner planes of 
her satiny thighs. He blew his breath in her gaping trough, took a deep 
breath and licked his long, reddish tongue from her asshole to her clit. 

"Aaaah-aaaaah-aaaaaahhhhhhh," Kitty sighed, whimpering softly, her ass 
bucking at the slow, tantalizing sweep of his coarse tongue in her slippery 
gash. 

"Lick your tongue up in my pussy," she pleaded, putting a hand on the coarse 
hair of his Afro. "I believe you have sucked and licked out pussy before," 
she whispered, narrowed eyes peering unwaveringly as he diddled his tongue 
in her hot, moist cove, then sucked his lips around her unsheathed, 
distended clit. 

Kitty glanced numbly at Berniece who was staring stonily at her friend and 
the black kid eating her snatch. "Oh, crap," Berniece muttered, getting to 
her feet and stripping the voluminous robe off over her head. 

"Get your face in there, Kid, and eat my old twat. Get me good and aroused 
and I'll see how good you are at the game of fucking a cunt," she glared at 
him. She flopped back in the chair and presented her recently gored pussy to 
him. 

"Your jugs are shaped crazy," the younger boy said, grabbing one of the 
long, tapering cones in each hand as he dashed his face in between her 
sprawled legs and slurped loudly on her gaping furrow. 

Berniece wailed plaintively, feeling captivated by the experitise of the 
young tongue devouring her long, deep rut and dipping enticingly into her 
smoking cunt. "You suck and lick cunt really fine," she muttered, feeling 
dizzy with carnal pleasure. 

Kitty watched Bea having her cunt eaten for a minute, then laid her head 
back and focused her senses on the enchanting forbidden pleasure of having 
her cunt sucked, her butt hole licked, her clit tickled. Lewd thoughts and 
desires drifted aimlessly through her mind. She wished she could see how big 
his cock was getting as he mouthed her pussy. She wished they were in such a 
position she could take it in her hand, love it, jack him off. 

Only hazily could she hear Bea sobbing and whining and begging just a few 
feet away. Sooooo heavenly, having her pussy tongue-loved and sucked. 
Dreamily, she thought that if he continued eating her, she would give some 
consideration to going down on him and giving him a blow-job. How would Skip 
like that, kissing her and knowing she had sucked off a big, black cock? 

"CUUUUMMMMING!" Berniece screamed shrilly. And Kitty thought, me, too, in a 
minute. She had both hands on David's head, holding his face securely in her 
fluttering slot, his nose nudging her burning clitoris. 

"Lick me fast," Kitty whispered ardently. "Fast, Dave, lick my cunt fast and 
stick your wonderful tongue up my hole. I'm gonna cum on your mouth. 
Ooooohhhh, please, suck me good in the cunt-then we'll go back in Bea's 
bedroom and I'll treat you really nice. HUUUUURRRRRY!" she begged, her ass 
bouncing uncontrollably against his sucking mouth. "Oh, God, it's good! 
You're doing my pussy good. I'll let you fuck my twat-I may even go down on 
you and suck your cock for you!" 

She had a sensation her cunt was gushing and flowing as the boy swizzled his 
tongue as far into her spasming vagina as he could. He kept on eating out 
her delicious pussy for minutes after her oral orgasm had subsided. 

She glanced over at Bea as the silvery-haired woman got to her thin legs and 
led her companion toward the far end of the house. "Come, Honey, let's 
follow them to the bedroom. So we won't be disturbed and we'll all fuck and 
suck and have a wonderful ballllll." And she seized his rigid cock, 
resembling a hunk of charred stove wood protruding from his thinly haired 
crotch. Nice and long, she mused happily as she towed him by the prick, 
following the naked Bea and William. As soon as they were shut in the 
bedroom, she took off the mini-dress and tossed it on the dresser. 

For a moment she watched Bea climb onto the bed, roll onto her back, grab 
her feet and offer her snatch to the eager young black who vaulted up over 
her and sank about eight inches of ebony prick to the black coconuts in her 
pussy. 

On trembling legs, Kitty back to the bed, sat on the edge. "Come here, 
Dave," she whispered, glad Bea had turned on several lights so she could see 
everything that was going on. She pulled David to her, so he stood between 
her parted knees. 

She caressed his long shaft with both hands, jacking him off, milking a 
droplet of clear honey from the slit in the end of the head. "Aaaaaahhhh, 
yessssssss," her voice came in a soft, eager, lascivious hiss. 
Experimentally, she licked up the tiny jewel of moisture and tasted the head 
of his cock with a curl of her tongue. 

Bea squalled ecstatically when the lusting youngster began right off fucking 
her with long, frantic lunges. Kitty took a deep breath and popped the ripe 
plum of David's prick into a cheek and sucked ravenously on the black 
fruit-bulb. 

She looked up into the impassive face as she cupped the cheeks of his ass. 
"I'm going to go down on you," she said, words slurred by the massive hunk 
of cock in her face. "I want you to put your hands on the back of my head-so 
I won't stop-and make me fuck all your prick. I want you to help me, make me 
swallow all your big, hard cock." 

Thank God for no tonsils, she thought dazedly, her gullet jammed full of 
black cock. Her tongue worked nervously on the underside of the kid's prick 
in the crowded confines of her mouth. She shook her head from side to side, 
communicating to the boy that she wanted him to ease the pressure on her 
head so she could start fucking him off with her hot, wet mouth. 

He responded positively and Kitty slowly backed her face off his long, 
spit-slippering prick. If her lips hadn't been stretched out of shape she 
would have grinned, seeing the red ring of lipstick at the very base of his 
rock-hard, black-glistening prick. 

Vacantly, her mind acknowledged the sloshing sound of Bea's pussy as the 
grunting, bucking kid on top of her pumped prick into her churning cunt. 

She felt him starting to cum and kept one hand on his jostling young ass and 
clasped his balls with the other and began to fuck her mouth back and forth 
on his slobber-wet prick. Each time the head of his cock nudged the 
curvature of her throat and slid on down, she glugged and swallowed on the 
tremendous knobso much better than the thickness of his cock-shaft. 

"Man, white pussy, you sure know your way around giving a blow-job and 
sucking cock," Dave mumbled, his hips working, driving his mouth-fucking 
cock into her suctioning mouth, down her throat. His jizz was hot and sweet 
and creamy thick, gushing into her mouth at first. Then she took him all the 
way in so he was spraying and spewing and flooding cum down in her gulping 
throat. 

And you 're no slouch at fucking a gal in the face, Kitty mused smugly, 
aware of the churning in her snatch and the itching, boring deep in her 
bowels. When his cock-flow was reduced to a trickle, she reluctantly removed 
her moth and sprawled back on the bed. "Give me your cock." 

She grabbed it near the base as soon as he heaved his dark body up over her 
pale white one. She cocked her legs high, took a deep breath and set his 
monstrous knob-not at her pussy-but against her anus. "Hit me with all the 
power you can get behind your prick," she whined. "Drive your cock up my ass 
and fuck me in there for awhile. I want you to cornhole me for a time, then 
I'll take your cock and aim it in my pussy." 

Kitty held onto his prick until he forced the immense knob inside her anus. 
She gasped sharply at the shock, forced her taut guts to relax. "Punch it up 
my butt!" she ordered. She stifled a scream as he complied, skewering her to 
his dangling, swinging balls in her rectum. Her bowels churned in protest 
before adjusting to the invasion, then loved around the in-and-out plunging 
prick. 

"My asssshole!" Berniece screamed suddenly and Kitty knew she was now 
getting her butt hole reamed by the other boy's industrious, carnal cock. 

"How's your fuckin', Bill?" Dave growled, drilling his cock into Kitty's hot 
bowels, deep up her ass. 

"Man, this old cat's tight and got a nice butt hole," William puffed. "And I 
done cum in her three times." 

"I shot a load of jizz in this white beauty's mouth and is gonna flood her 
pussy and her asshole at the same time," David yelled gleefully. 

"Yes, you are," Kitty agreed, tossing her asshole and pussy alternately at 
his twin-hole goring cock. 

She knew, fuzzily, what she was going to have Skip do the next time they got 
down to balling. She was going to put that dildo back on him and he would 
give her some two-hole fucking the way he had Bea. Yes, sir, she wanted some 
of that cornholing-fucking at the same time. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Excitement and a feeling akin to apprehension assailed Stephanie as she 
lurked in the trees and growing darkness, watching the two black youths join 
Kitty and Skip. Something like animal intuition told her that the two 
strange dark boys were going to be used by Miss Marman-but she couldn't 
understand the possibility her grandmother might consent to having one of 
the Negroes on her, in her. 

She was still obsessed with the shameful thoughts of her grandma's stripping 
and taking on one of the black youths when she saw Skip discretely leave 
Kitty and the two boys. She watched as he angled toward the stream, but 
lingered until she saw Kitty and the two boys admitted to the house. 

Then she scampered through the grove of pines to head off the lone Skip 
Peterson. "I see you had no trouble getting away when those two showed up," 
she said softly, confronting him on the seldom-used trail. "And Bea let them 
in the house, Skip. If they do what I bet they do, we'll have lots of time 
for you to do it to me again. Do you think Kitty and Grandma will really let 
them-fuck them?" 

Skip didn't protest, in fact, even swaggered slightly when Steve moved up 
behind him, put his hands in his pockets, crushed her firm tits against his 
back and gripped his genitals. "Does your peter stay this big all the time? 
It sure is big," she laughed excitedly. 

He led the way into a thick cluster of brush, thinking they would probably 
do it there. He wondered if she would complain if he wanted her to do it 
like dogs, with him mounting her butt from behind. "It ain't usually like 
this," he said, wincing as her fingers squeezed his prick and balls. "Just 
since I've been with Kitty." 

Skip turned and reached for her, but she backed away. "I want your cock in 
me as bad as you do, but I'd like to go back to the house, sneak up on the 
porch and see what they're doing. Skip, we can peek in Grandma's bedroom 
window." 

They clung to each other for several minutes, watching Kitty worked on by 
one of the boys, eating her pussy. Stephanie gasped softly when her 
grandmother stripped off the flowing robe and had the other kid go down on 
her and tongue her cunt. 

As soon as the four of them traiped off to the bedroom, Skip and Steve 
tiptoed along the full-length porch and took up positions from the south 
window, standing back a few feet so the interior lights didn't fall on them. 
Their passions and lust mounted directly in accordance with the activities 
in the bedroom. 

"Oooooohhhh, I don't think I could do that," Stephanie murmured heatedly, 
breath catching when Kitty began sucking on the kid's dark black cock. 

Almost without knowing it, Skip undid the halter of Stephanie's bikini, 
stuffed it in his hip pocket so he could fondle and play with her hot hard 
titties with the turgid, slick-skinned nipples. She reciprocated by 
unbuttoning his pants and pushing her hand inside so she could grip the meat 
of his stiff cock in her nervous, excited fingers. "I wish Granny would turn 
this way a little bit so we could see that black boy put his cock in her. 
"Ooooooooo," she crooned, "listen to her whine as he began shoving his prick 
to her pussy!" 

Skip stood as close to her lithe body as he could get, keeping a hand 
mauling her feverish titties while he untied the bows that held the skimpy 
bottom of her bikini in place. She shuddered as he tugged it from between 
her quivering thighs and put it in his pocket. "Do you like that?" Steve 
whispered, gesturing with her head at Kitty sitting on the edge of the bed, 
blowing the boy's long, dark cock. "I just don't believe I could do that. 
But, do you like having your thing sucked like that." 

He swallowed painfully, nodded. "Yeah, it's good. Really feels good having a 
woman's mouth around my prick." 

"I would think a boy would be content and satisfied, just having a girl let 
him get between her legs and fuck his cock in her cunny," Stephanie said a 
little petulantly. "At least, that's enough for me, a prick going in and out 
of me." 

They watched until Kitty finished sucking off the dark boy, got him on her 
and was fucking her. Then they melted away into the mountain darkness to a 
grassy place in thick-growing trees that Stephanie had preselected for their 
night's passionate roistering. 

"I think this will be better than the first time," Steve whispered, 
impulsively clasping Skip to her naked body, pushing down his pants and 
kissing him. "It won't hurt me at all this time, will it? I'm used to your 
cock now, ain't I? Your prick will go in me easy now when we start to fuck, 
won't it?" 

Skip didn't answer because he wasn't sure. His cock was really big! 

He pushed on her shoulders and Stephanie went to her knees in front of him, 
holding his pulsing cock with both hands. Daringly, she kissed the 
smoldering head "I can kiss it-but I don't think I'd care anything about 
sucking it all the way in my mouth." 

She wilted onto her back, legs drawn up, knees wide to receive him. When he 
hesitated, she reached for him, wiggling her fingers invitingly for him to 
come on, get his body on hers and get busy putting his cock up her cunt so 
they could begin fucking. 

Wantonness assaulted Skip's senses and he kicked off his pants. "Turn over, 
Steve," he gasped, kneeling and gawking at her exposed pussy that was lit by 
a random slant of moonlight through the quiet branches of the pines. 

"Oh, come on, Skip," Stephanie whined. "Get on me and put your cute big cock 
up the hole between my legs. Why do you want me to turn over? Can you fuck 
me as good that way as on top of me, facing me? I like feeling your chest 
mashing my titties when we fuck." 

"Come on, turn over," Skip was determined. "I can still do things with your 
titties-after I get my cock in you and start fucking." 

Stephanie scowled uncertainly for a moment, then relented, turning onto her 
tummy. She sighed as the eager boy rubbed his palms over the saucy bowls of 
her twin butt mounds. 

"Get up on your knees and elbows," he advised. "You sure have a pretty, 
roundy ass." 

"Do I, Skip?" she brightened, quickly, now, getting into the position he 
desired, pushing her butt back at him, wiggling it. When he moved in against 
her bare bottom, she inquired boldly, "What can I do? What do you want me to 
do? Can I reach your cock and hold it right so you can put it in me?" 

He didn't answer, just fumbled, groped, set the head of his cock at the 
entry to her hot, wet cunny. 

"Uh-uh-uh-uhhhhh," she started panting even fore he put pressure on his 
prick; the head was still just parting the outer lips of her torrid groove. 

"I ain't even tried to stick you yet," Skip laughed, boyish giggle of 
excitement. 

The panting girl writhed slightly, eyes fluttered as Skip applied jabbing 
pressure with his naked ass. "I just know it won't hurt me this time," she 
said, not altogether convinced as she reached under her undulating tummy to 
feel the head of his prick stretching the flat of her vulva around his huge 
cockknob. 

"Don't tell me it won't go, that you can't get it in me," she gasped, 
fingertips telling her that he was, indeed, punching the head of his cock at 
the entry to her sex canal. "It isn't any huger than it was the first time, 
and you fucked me-even broke my cherry," she said, awed that he was having 
difficulty the second time in getting his thick prick to spindle her 
skimpily haired hole. 

"Yes! Hold my hips and butt like that," she said when he grasped her at the 
flare of her hips. "Get it in me, Skip! Please, get your cock fucked up in 
me; my hole is so hot and needy for it! I really, truly need your cock 
fucking in me." 

He lunged at her cruelly with his ass and Steve squeaked in dismay as his 
bulb pinched, then skewered into her tight cranny. "I felt it go in-the head 
of your cock," she breathed roughly. "More, Skip, more!" She braced herself, 
keeping a hand loosely on his massive post, and taking a deep breath. 

He hit her again with a harsh punch and her pussy absorbed a couple of 
inches of his swollen joint. "Fuck it into me!" she begged. She felt the 
walls of her vagina give, expanding to mold around the great knob and shape 
around the thick shaft. 

Stephanie's back bowed upward, straightened, caved toward the grass as she 
panted and labored, trying to help Skip get his prick buried in her twat. 
When he eased off, hesitated, resting. She gritted her teeth and bucked her 
rounded ass back at him, forcing her dainty snatch to gobble more and more 
of his tusk of flesh. 

"You okay, Skip? Why'd you stop? Come on, your cock's going in me. I can 
feel your huge prick stretching my insides, but it's sliding in my 
pussy-twattie." 

As if hinged at the hips, she lurched and lunged her naked body back on his 
massive cock, forcing it into her. Her fingertips fluttered around the thick 
barrel, touching the lips of her pussy, admiring the way they were stretched 
like a fleshy washer around his blot of fuck-meat. 

The pleasure her snug pussy was evoking in his gripped prick made Skip groan 
and his fingers dug deep into the butter-softness of the young girl's 
flanks. He romped forward with his ass and Stephanie whimpered with growing 
ecstasy. 

"Golly!" she gasped, "I think you poked about a foot of your big cock up my 
pussy. Do it again-hard like that, Skip." 

He bucked his butt and his balls plopped against her hand and she cupped 
them in her hand, caressing and kneading the twin pleasure-eggs. He fucked 
it to her again and she shuddered with his cock buried to the base up her 
cunt. 

"Do you think my grandmother and Kitty will fuck those two black boys all 
night, Skip? I bet they take turns with them-you know, they'll trade back 
and forth with them. They'll have one fuck them, then the other. I don't 
think-no more than I want to suck a cock-that I'd like being fucked by those 
boys." 

Her brazen reverie about what the two women and black boys were doing 
kindled added heat in her loins and she began rocking her body back and 
forth on the massive cock Skip was beginning to saw in and out of her, 
trying to loosen up her tight cunt so he could fuck her with long, smooth, 
gliding thrusts. 

With each deep, complete penetration of her snatch, Stephanie moaned and 
whimpered, begging for him to hurry, fuck her faster and faster. She had 
drawn her knees up nearly to the gentle sway of her dangling cones so he had 
a full lunge at her cock-love. 

When he finally established a pace, with his cock snock-snocking smoothly 
into her shapely body, he caressed her sides, her back, reached and glommed 
his hands onto her perfect melons-the ripe fruits that determined whether a 
girl was a tomato or just another split-tail. 

Stephanie squeezed his balls tenderly to communicate her pleasure that he 
had decided to play with her feverish, passion-inflamed boobies. "I love 
that, having my breasts loved and pinched while I'm getting my cunny 
fucked," she gasped happily, rocking her ass back, thrusting her snatch onto 
his pinioning prick. 

"If you had a mouthful of cock, you wouldn't talk so much and just fuck," 
Skip taunted her, punching prick to her pussy almost ruthlessly. 

"Oh, so you don't think my cunt's enough and now you want to make me suck 
your cock. I don't want to do that," Stephanie said with a note of disdain. 

His cock in her was feeling better than it had ever that first time he had 
screwed her. Steve wondered whether she would cum bang-bang if she was on 
her back and they were belly-to-belly while they fucked. 

She wasn't going to complain, though, because getting her cunt crammed full 
of cock from behind was the best fun she'd ever had. And she was almost 
positive she would have an orgasm-just her second fuck! 

She just prayed he would hold off and wouldn't jizzshoot his cock and be 
done before she had a chance to discover how heavenly it is for a girl to 
boom-bangbomb her cunny. 

The torment was becoming intense now and Stephanie gritted her teeth, let 
her tongue wallow around in her mouth. A fine film of sweat covered her body 
even though the mountain chill was beginning to prevail. Oh, she wanted, so 
much, to climax, experience the sensations that undoubtedly caused her 
grandmother and Kitty Marman to give voice to anguished sounds-squallings 
and mewlings and sobbings and whimperings. 

It was almost as if she could taste it, she thought, hurling her body back, 
rejoicing each time the monstrous head of Skip's prick slid past her cervix 
and darted like a crude spear-head toward her womb. 

And it wasn't all one-sided, either. The industriously rutting naked boy 
mounted atop her rolling ass was whining and grunting and growling as he 
thudded his grotesquely swollen cock far into her contorted cunny. He was 
enjoying what they were doing and she could claim responsibility for making 
his prick feelgood-he was churning it in and out of her tight little pussy. 

Steve would have liked to ask him if he was enjoying fucking her, but his 
obscene growls and the way his hands mauled her tender, flushed titties told 
her that he was. 

Stephanie was acutely aware of a sudden, fleeting blast deep in her twat-way 
deep. An ecstasy she had never dreamed about. And she was momentarily 
dismayed and ejected it didn't linger. She had thought a hard climax would 
last and last-not just one little bolt of heavenly love-pleasure. 

"Go at me," she begged Skip. "I almost made it. Pleeeeaaaaassse? Shove and 
ram and stab and fuck your cock up in me, Skiiiiiiiiip!" The little clap of 
thunder had hardly faded when her guts exploded under the impact of massive, 
jolting crashing lightning. She would have folded and collapsed to the cool 
grass if Skip hadn't had his arms under her, his hands mauling and pawing 
and squeezing her boobies. 

He hauled her suctioning cunt back on his impaling prick-prong and his cock 
exploded like a skyrocket, gushing and shooting fire deep in her twat. The 
fuckmuscles contracted enchantingly, exquisitely on his imbedded prick and 
Stephanie felt faint and wooozyall except deep in her stretched-out-of-shape 
cunnie. 

Tmmmmmmm haaaaaaaaving my cuuuuuummmmmm!" she tried to scream her delight 
and thrilling eestasy. But the violent tumultuousness of her orgasm took 
away most of her breath and she gasped for breath, not wanting to faint so 
she could live every vibrant second of having her pussy crashing and 
exploding on the marvelous prick that had dug a deep tunnel deep between her 
weak and trembling legs. 

Right at that moment she wouldn't have cared if he had wanted to put it in 
her ass-or demanded she suck him off. She would have done it for him, he 
made her feel so bewitchingly enthralled. She would be his slave and let him 
cornhole her, would suck his prick, if he would just keep her hot little 
pussy bang-crashing on his beautiful cock! 

Maybe both of those things would be fun-she had kissed his peter and it had 
tasted exciting and excruciatingly sweet-salty. She might consider-what was 
it called?-going down on him and giving him a blow-job. No, oh, no, she 
scowled, wondering where she had the strength to stay on her knees and 
elbows with his prick up her, she didn't think sucking cock was for her. It 
just couldn't be as delectable as having cock in her pussy, fucking her into 
feeling this way! 

"Keep fucking me, Skip," she mewled in between little shrieks of pleasure. 

After a time the ecstasy waned and Stephanie was aware her knees and elbows 
were tired. "If you can't fuck me again right now," she said tentatively, 
"why don't you take it out and let's sit here on the cool grass and just 
hold each other. You can play-love with my titties-and I'd like to feel you. 
You know, feel your cock and your big things in your funny-looking sac." 

She grimaced, almost sadly, when Skip slowly worked his cock out of her, the 
walls collapsing back to near-normal as the head of his prick retreated. 
Shakily, Stephanie settled onto her bare butt, oblivious to his thick jizz 
seeping like butter-cream from her tingling hole, trickling out of her long, 
narrow gash. 

She leaned against him, partly turned, her cheek to his chest, his arm 
around her, up under her left arm so he could palm her feverish, stinging 
breast, thumb and forefinger tweaking the tumescent nipple. "I like that," 
she whispered, a tone of love and awe in her soft voice. 

She groped between his legs, found his wet, sticky cock. "I wish there was 
more moonlight so I could really see what I'm doing," she giggled nervously. 

The grip with her right hand was sort of clumsy on his long, thick shaft. 
But she wanted her left hand free so she could lift his scrotum and jostle 
his heavy balls around in her fingers. "I think my eyes are getting used to 
the darkness," she murmured, "I can see the big knob on the end of your 
prick. Can you see me pinch the thick skin up over it, Skip? Ooooohhhh, 
funnylooking thing. A cock! And your balls feel like they're alive." 

"They oughta, the way you're trying to mash 'em flat," Skip said, not really 
hurting. "And take it easy on my prick-it's been fucked a lot lately and is 
sort of tender. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Well, I'll just kiss it-a little bit-and hope that makes it well," 
Stephanie said, impulsively bending her head to his lap and giving the very 
tip of the head of Skip's cock a light "smmmmmmccccck." 

They decided to go back to the Kramer house and see if they could peek in 
the bedroom and see if Bea and Kitty were still fucking and sucking the 
boys' peters and having their pussies licked. Cagily, they separated, just 
in case. 

Stephanie circled around the house and Skip in the dark, sitting in the 
webbed chair. "Um, glad you're back, Skip. Let's go up to the house." When 
he frowned, she said, "Bea got a phone call from Steve's mother her 
brother-Steve's-broke his leg riding a motorbike and she wants Steve to come 
home right away!" 

When they entered the house by the back door, Bea was sitting in her 
favorite chair-where she had been when she had first had the young Negro 
buck go down on her pussy. And Steve was standing beside her, waiting for 
more explanation as Bea poured herself a martini from the full pitcher on 
the table beside the chair. 

"Have yourself a drink, Kit," Berniece said, turning back to the dark-haired 
girl who had gotten a robe from her bedroom. "Your mother wants you to come, 
Stephanie. Oh, Hank isn't serious, but your mother needs you to trot after 
him because she has to work. So don't fret, Honey." 

"I can get a bus in the morning," Stephanie said. 

"Well, Kit and I thought of that. But Kitty has a better idea. She and Skip 
are just traveling and she said she would leave the trailer here and meander 
down that way-to Pocatello. Your mother said if you get home by Monday-three 
days-that would be fine. This job she's taken starts Monday morning. See? 
Perfect. You beeeeehave on the way." And she glanced sternly at Steve, then 
at Kitty and Skip, very meaningfully. 

"We can make it one day," Kitty said the next morning as the pickup and 
camper hummed south toward Cascade, "but we can take it easier and do it in 
two. I like that idea. Uuuummmmmm-hmmmmmm," she grinned, patting Skip's bare 
leg between the knee and his ample goodie basket as he sat between her and 
Stephanie. "Hmmmmm, right Steve? You know what I mean?" she turned her face 
toward them to grin and wink. 

Stephanie blushed, looked out the passenger window. Skip stared straight 
ahead, saying nothing, pushing ineptly at Kitty's hand as she dexterously 
popped open two buttons of his shorts. "Don't," he whispered agitatedly. 

"Poooof!" Kitty churkled. "Why should I? Right, Stephanie? You know what 
wonderful good things he's got in his pants, between his legs, don't you, 
Sweetie? And why the hell should I quit, Skip?" she demanded testily. 
"Right, Steve?" she added, trying to get her hand inside his stuffed pants. 

"I don't care," Stephanie said without voice inflection, but not without 
emotion. She had turned her gaze back from the scenery flashing by and her 
eyes were drawn to Skip's gaping fly where she could see a whitish flash of 
Skip's engorged meat as Kitty's hand fumbled for it, trying to get it out. 

"Right!" Kitty laughed. "Hey! I'm having a helluva time. Steve, you get his 
gadget out!" 

Stephanie inhaled raggedly, deeply. She swallowed painfully. "I-no, 
no-nooooooo...." 

"Oh, go ahead," Kitty said in chiding tone. "Go on, Steve, you can get his 
dingus out. Get the top button undone and open up his pants-make him push 
'em down around his ankles-hell! make him take off his pants!" 

"He doesn't want me-us-to do that," Stephanie said in a hushed, but 
interest-gaining voice. 

"The hell! What do we care whether he cares? Get his pants open and off, 
Stevie, and let's have some fun with Skip while we travel," Kitty warbled 
excitedly. And she unbuttoned the man's shirt she was wearing to reveal the 
cut-out halter and the hot pants with the split straddle. "And Skip can suck 
my titties and finger-diddle me through the open crotch in my shorts. Don't 
worry! Let's have fun, enjoy ourselves. Get his pants off, Stephanie!" 

Steve squared her shoulders, took a deep breath. Her face was solemn as she 
turned her head to consider Skip. "Well, what do you say, Skip? Should I do 
it? What Kitty says. Should I help you take off your shorts?" 

His face was as red as if sunburned; a pulse pounded in the veins in his 
throat. Then he shrugged ever-so-slightly and he nodded his assent if he had 
to go through with it. 

After a moment's hesitation, Stephanie reached for his groin, slipped the 
button at the waist and spread open his pants. And there was the bent shape 
of his thick cock, the head angled into his left pants leg. 

"Wanta raise up so I can push down your shorts?" Stephanie said, tone 
bolder, now that she saw a portion of his genitalia. 

When Skip put his hands on the dash and raised up, Stephanie turned in the 
seat and tugged his shorts from around his butt, to his ankles, letting his 
heavy cock and balls swing free. 

"Goooooorgeous," Kitty crooned as the embarrassed, resigned boy slumped back 
in the seat between them. She winked at Steve who remained twisted about in 
the seat, partly facing her and Skip. Kitty patted Skip's cock, ran a finger 
along the upper crown, lifted it and let it plump back between his legs. 

"You play with his cock and balls," Kitty winked at Stephanie. 

"I don't think he wants me to," Stephanie said, no hint of shyness in her 
now as she ogled his clearly defined cock and balls that were exposed to the 
raw sunlight of mid-morning. "Is it all right, Skip?" Clearly, she wanted 
to. 

Something started happening to Stephanie. She turned in the seat, facing 
Skip, sitting on her feet, the skirt of the dress she was wearing up above 
mid-thigh. The hand she reached to touch him shook, until her fingers lifted 
his puffed up meat. 

She seemed to become oblivious to the presence of Kitty who glanced 
frequently at the by-play of the youngsters, smiling smugly. 

"Skip?" Stephanie whispered heatedly, "Can you spread your legs open a 
little? I mean, quite a little." As soon as he Veed his thighs apart, Steve 
scooped her right hand between them and came up with a handful of husky nuts 
and her left hand worked lovingly on his rapidly swelling cock until he had 
a full hard-on. 

"Geeeeeeeee!" Stephanie exhaled, her eyes glazing with lust as she clung to 
Skip's ripe nuts and gently jacked him off. "I never had this close of a 
look at your cock before, Skip." 

Kitty grinned, licked her lips with the anticipation of a voyeur. She winced 
at the sharp pang of passion that danced and darted and flashed through her 
sharply contracting pussy that was wet and hot and sticky from lascivious 
expectation. 

"Golleeeeeee, your prick is big today, Skip. I think it's bigger'n it was 
the first time and last night when you shoved it in me. Remember? You really 
had to work the first time, getting your beauuuuutiful cock in my pussy. And 
last night? It took you awhile to get it in me so we could fuck! Right?" 

She peeled the foreskin back so the glans was completely revealed, the end 
pulled down so the flange was exaggerated and immensely expanded. 
"Uuuuummmmmm," she sniffed at the warm fragrance of his raw sex-morsel. 
"Remember I kissed it? Did it make it a little bit well? Remember, I 
actually kissed the end of your cock with my very lips?" 

Kitty risked disconcerting the young girl, maybe compelling her to stop, 
remember where they were, what she was doing. "Kiss it again, Stephanie." 

"Hmmmmmmm?" the girl mused, staring wide-eyed at the monstrous dong she held 
in her small fist. "Kiss it? Should I kiss the tip of your prick again, 
Skip? 

Would you like for me to kiss the end of your thing with my lips? I will if 
you want me to." 

Her head sank lower until her warm breath was whispering against the 
super-tender plum. She extended her tongue as far as she could. At the first 
contact she shuddered, drew her tongue in. After a fleeting contact of her 
lips against the very tip of his cock, Stephanie recoiled, but her gaze 
remained riveted on the pear-shaped raw fruit. 

"Go ahead," Kitty breathed, voice barely audible. "Kiss it good, Steve; give 
it a sort of french kiss. Taste the wonderful flavor of his cock." 

"I tasted it," the young girl retorted, voice high with tension and emotion. 
"Uuuummmmm?" she said as if puzzled about what to do then. With her lips 
just an inch from the end of his prick, her tongue slithered out, the tip 
flicking the point, dabbling at the gaping, unwinding eye. 

Kitty felt she was coming unraveled as vicarious passion seethed in her, 
twisting her guts with lewd desire, swelling her breasts into the cut-outs 
in the flimsy harness of her breasts. 

She was aching to cry out for Stephanie to go ahead and suck him, give him a 
blow-job. But it was exquisitely tantalizing, watching the girl's naive, yet 
yearning approach to sucking prick. 

Skip sat hunched as if hypnotized, watching the girl's hands on his cock and 
his stony nuts while she danced the tip of her pink tongue over the vibrant 
bulb. 

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh," he wheezed as the friction of her tongue on the head of 
his cock became a sweet agony, sending needles of sharp ecstasy prickling 
down the shaft of his cock and into his aching balls. 

Steve poked the tip of her tongue into the slanted opening and cautiously 
closed her lips on just the point of his prick, sucking tentatively. 

"Uuuuuuummmm," she cooed, swallow saliva that flowed in her mouth. The 
increasing pressure of her lips caused Skip's butt to buck involuntarily. 
The action pushed his hard cock against her lips and Steve gripped his balls 
as if she were fearful he was trying to ram his solid meat into her face. 

When he relaxed with a shudder, her fist relaxed and she sucked daintily on 
the point of hot flesh. "Uuuuuummmmm? Yesssssss. Uuuuummmyyyyyuuuuummmmm," 
she kind of stammered. Her lips twitched, they parted ever so lightly and 
she absorbed more of the head of his prick, her active tongue tasting and 
licking the slick-skinned tidbit. 

"I think so," Stephanie muttered, her left hand gliding up and down the 
long, thick barrel around which she couldn't quite close her middle finger 
and thumb. "Yes, I think so," she repeated more confident, as if resolve and 
desire were building in her. 

She gulped several times, swallowing hard. Her lips open and she took the 
entireness of the bulb of his cock, closing her lips behind the thick ridge 
of the corona. Her right hand petted and milked his bag of balls as she 
jacked him off slowly, caressingly. 

The skin of her cheeks stretched taut as her jaw un hinged and she began 
going down on him, inch after, inch of prick vanishing into her pretty young 
face. 

"You like sucking his cock?" Kitty asked softly, almost oblivious to driving 
through Donnelly and lining out the pickup toward Cascade. She held her 
breath, then exhaled with satisfaction as the dark-haired teenager nodded 
her head slightly, slurping and savoring the massive hunk of raw fuck-meat 
she had lodged in her mouth. 

Continuing to jack him off, she started her mouth sliding up and down on the 
outer four inches of his Skip's prick, sucking her inner cheeks in against 
the slick, thick-skinned barrel of his pleasure-wand. "I luv su'in' cuck," 
she blubbered, gasping for breath, then resuming her first piece of oral 
coitus. She shuddered when Skip loosened the buttons down the back of her 
dress and slipped the hooks of her bra. 

"Uuummmerrrrrrgggggghhhhh," she protested when Kitty laid a nervous hand on 
the back of her head to prevent her from coming up off the boy's cock. Then 
she ignored the hand on her head and continued sucking cock, her head 
bobbing up and down, weaving back and forth as she savored the succulent 
sex-flesh. 

She adjusted her position until she was on her knees in the seat, her butt 
almost window-high. Skip noticed she was rearing up and ran a hand down her 
opened dress, inside her panties, lacing his fingers into the deep canyon 
between the hillocks of her ass. This gave her some sexy fondling and kept 
her butt from being exposed to anyone who might look in as they passed. 

Steve was sucking cock noisily and vigorously when Kitty drove through 
Cascade, heading south toward Banks Canyon and Boise. She wasn't worried 
about passing through the capital, figuring the girl would have sated 
herself and spent Skip's cock-vigor before then and the three of them would 
be upright and proper in the cab. 

Stephanie's body began convulsing and she emitted pitiful wailing, mewling 
sounds as she labored to consume more of Skip's jaw-stretching cock. Her 
passion was kindling to bonfire proportions. "Skip, can you reach under, get 
a finger in her pussy, finger-fuck her?" Kitty asked, taut with emotion and 
passion, smelling her own fragrant pussy perfume. 

Skip drew his hand from the girl's butt, groped under and between her legs, 
inside her panties. "Aaaaaggggggggghhhhh!" Stephanie gurgled, her ass 
hunching coitally and Kitty knew Skip had succeeded in penetrating her 
snatch with a finger and she was sailing into a shattering climax. 
"Finger-fuck her pussy good, Skip," Kitty murmured tightly. 

As her orgasm gripped her like a ravishing demon, Stephanie opened her mouth 
even wider, expanded her throat and gulped down another couple of inches of 
the boy's prodigious prick that was beginning to pulsate and tremble. 

Skip whimpered in protest as her teeth raked along the tenderness of the 
shaft of his prick. He bounced in the seat as if trying to punch all of his 
cock into the girl's avid mouth, but she was doing a job on him, 
mouth-fucking more and more of his spit-wet cock, her tongue curling around 
the red-hot glans on each upstroke. 

"Just wait 'til she gets her first taste of jizz," Kitty chortled. "The way 
she loves sucking cock, she'll never get enough blow-jobbing a lovely 
prick." 

Skip grimaced, glancing at Kitty apprehensively. "It feels like she's trying 
to chew off my cock," he said anxiously. But he made no gesture to push her 
rampant face off his sweetly agonizing cock-meat. 

Kitty laughed merrily and touseled the little girl's hair as she gobbled 
greedily on the long, hard hunk of cock. 

"Her pussy is really pinching around my fingers," Skip explained. 

"Fingers?" Kitty questioned. "You finger-diddling her with more than one?" 

"Two," Skip nodded. "I got two fingers in her pussy and is it hot!" 

"Aaaawwwwlllggggghhhhh!" Stephanie blubbered and Kitty knew that the first 
gush of Skip's jizz had flushed into her throat. The girl backed her mouth 
off his cock until she had just the head in her mouth. She swallowed 
frantically, containing and consuming the shocking flood of thick, pearly 
cum. "Ummmmnn! Yuuuuummmmmmy yuuuummmmmmm." she purred as the spewing of 
cock-juice slowly ebbed. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

"I shouldn't have done that," Stephanie blurted plaintively as Kitty was 
pulling the rig into a sparse grove of trees near the Snake river south of 
Mountain home. 

It had been so long since the girl had spoken, it was as if a spell had been 
broken and Kitty cramped the wheel so tightly the power steering squalled. 
"Shouldn't have done what, Steve?" she murmured, surveying the isolated 
area, satisfied with the mid-afternoon camp. 

"I shouldn't have," Stephanie repeated, as if she hadn't heard. "I shouldn't 
have put my mouth on Skip's things. I shouldn't have put my lips around it 
and sucked his cock." 

Kitty sat motionless for a minute, evaluating the girl's attitude. She 
didn't read any real remorse or dread in her tone. Then Kitty smiled 
secretively. The girl was merely assessing her action, trying to put it in 
perspective, perhaps justify it. 

"Nonsense, Steve," she said, getting out, taking off the man's shirt on a 
side mirror. "You liked it, didn't you?" she said reassuringly, going to the 
camper to bring three bottles of cold beer. When she returned, the two 
youngsters were sprawled on the grass in the shade. "Didn't you like sucking 
Skip's nice, big, fat, hard cock?" 

Stephanie took the bottle, her eyes painfully searching on Kitty's face. 
"That's not the thing. It's naughty, Kitty. It doesn't matter that I liked 
doing that-sucking his cock-or that I liked the taste and that wild 
sensation when it went off-shot jizz in my mouth. It just isn't right. Is 
it?" she added doubtfully, her dark, troubled eyes asking for denial and 
reassurance. 

"Poof. If you liked ft, what's the matter with it?" Kitty shrugged. "I'll 
tell you this, I like going down on a guy's cock and sucking it 'til the cum 
jizzes out. So don't worry about it, Honey. Right, Skip?" 

Skip nodded, tried ineffectively to close the gaping fly of his shorts that 
he hadn't been able to button up because his prick was swollen out of shape. 

Kitty settled into an Indian-sit before the two youngsters, casually 
exposing herself, the thick-furred outer lips of her pussy protruding from 
the split in the crotch of her hot pants and her turgid nipples pooched 'way 
out through the cut-outs of the thin breast harness. 

Slightly undernerved by the halting, well, lack of conversation, Kitty stood 
and went to the camper for a beer for herself, returning with a blanket she 
shook out on the grass and the canvass satchel she had thoughtfully taken 
from the trailer at Berniece's. 

"You two sure are a couple of glummy-glums," she smiled, stretching out on 
her side, facing them, holding herself up on an elbow so she could sip the 
beer. 

"How's your peter, Skip?" she asked slyly, pushing the satchel with the 
dildo toward him. 

Skip frowned, recognizing the satchel. "It feels okay. What's with that 
thing?" 

Kitty's smile was slightly smirking, smug. "Well, it's been awhile since you 
serviced me and my pussy is itching crazily." 

"You had that-black boy," Skip said defensively. 

"Sure, but his cock isn't nearly as satisfying as yours, Honey," Kitty 
winked, unzipping the satchel with her free hand, holding a freshly lit 
cigarette in fingers of the hand that supported the bottle of beer. 

"Remember how you double-pronged Bea in the trailer? I'd like to try a 
double-cock on for size and pleasure," Kitty said, making her tone pleading, 
wheedling. "Won't you please give me a double-hole fucking, Skip?" 

Covertly, she studied Stephanie's face when she took out the dildo with its 
straps and belts. The girl never changed expression as she stared at the 
ominous-looking tool with the formidable knob. Kitty drained the foam from 
the bottle, put the cigarette butt in it and tossed it to the side to be 
picked up later. 

She rolled onto her back, drew her feet up and lifted her butt as she undid 
her hot pants, pushed them to her knees. "You don't mean right now, do you?" 
Skip asked, reluctance in his voice. 

Kitty paused in toeing the skimpy garment off over her feet. "Why not? 
Steve, you don't mind, do you, if Skip and I engage in a little cock and 
cunny play? It might be interesting, watching how he gives me a screwing in 
my twin holes." 

Stephanie tossed her head, peevishly brushed long tresses of dark hair over 
her shoulders. All but nude, Kitty shuffled to the girl, raised to hug her. 
She had buttoned up the dress, but hadn't bothered to rehook the bra and her 
firm, jutting breasts lolled unfettered in the bodice of her dress. 

The girl arched her back when Kitty playfully rubbed her hand over the 
sloping crowns of her boobies, tweaked the dainty berries of the hard 
nipples. "I don't care," Steve said complacently, yet there was a faint 
glitter of curiosity in her dark eyes. 

"See, Skip?" Kitty teased, reaching to shovel a hand into the gaping fly of 
his shorts and knead his lump of fun-meat. "Come on, take off your shorts 
and put on the funny pole. I'm ready for you to give me both barrels in my 
cummy holes." 

When she pulled her hand out of his clothes, his cock came out, too, 
twitching and quivering like something alive. Even Stephanie giggled at the 
boy's faint embarrassment as his long, swollen member jerked uncontrollably. 

She tossed aside her empty bottle and reached to caress the tips of her 
fingers down the top, tracing the big blood vein. "It-your cock-is the 
oddest looking thing I've ever seen," she smiled slightly at the boy's 
befuddlement. He weaved to the side, slightly away from her, when Steve 
undid the top button of his shorts. 

"Your prick is getting hard and no one has hardly even touched it, Skip," 
Stephanie whispered, good spirits flowing into like the effect of head wine. 
"Why don't you go ahead and take off your pants and put on that thing and do 
what Kitty wants? I think it would be exciting, seeing what and how you do 
it to a woman with that gizmo. I don't understand how it words." 

"Let me explain," Kitty said inthusiasm growing. "You see, Skip puts on this 
thing-a dildo-and he fucks my pussy at the same time he cornholes my butt 
with the fake prick. Got it?" 

Stephanie shrugged. "I don't know for sure." 

"Come on, Skip!" Kitty chirped, handing him the cock replica. "Get it on!" 

As she helped Skip don the contraption, she said to Stephanie, "Honey, why 
don't you take off your panties-I'll show you how to have fun at the same 
time?" 

"Huh?" the young girl said, but she stood, reached up under her dress and 
rolled the nylon skivvies down her legs, took them off and dropped them in a 
wad on a comer of the blanket. 

"Just lie here in the middle of the blanket on your back," Kitty said, 
testing the adjustment of the straps and belts that held the dildo firmly 
just above Skip's steadily burgeoning hard-on. "That looks just dandy," 
Kitty chirped, finding the jar of Vaseline she had put in the satchel. 

Aware of Stephanie's unblinking eyes, Kitty greased the phony cock and put a 
dab of the clear petroleum on the knob of Skip's prick, smeared it around 
with the cupped palm of her hand. "Well, I guess I'm ready to have my cunny 
and asshole skewered-both at once." 

The lithe redhead smiled and winked reassuringly at the puzzled Stephanie 
when she moved into position on her hands and knees between the girl's 
outstretched legs. She tossed Stephanie's dress tail up around her middle 
and looked back over a prettily freckled shoulder at the boy who suffled in 
behind her to address her rear end. 

"You know how, Skip," Kitty said. "You can handle both tools at once. Just 
set the head of your cock in my hot little pouch against my cunny-door and 
the point of the fake at my you-know-what-hole. Then, give 'em to me. 

Skip nodded, lifting his heavy cock into place in the bottom extreme of her 
sex-trench. "Ah-ah-ah, yesssss," Kitty sighed, her body undulating when he 
aimed the tip of the dildo against her enticing anus. "Which one you going 
to pop inside me first?" 

He didn't answer, but leaned over her rounded white butt and the point of 
the make-believe dick stabbed into her asshole before she could draw a deep 
breath in preparation for penetration. "Geeeez, God!" Kitty whimpered, her 
back bowing. When her back straightened out, she got the thick, lumpish head 
of his cock thumped into her cunt. 

"Goooood goddamn," she breathed, tears coming to her blinking green eyes. 
Her body and legs trembled weakly and Skip hugged his arms around her thighs 
next to her flanks and held her steady. He hauled back on her naked body at 
the same time he hunched his hips, driving several inches of the two pricks 
into her tight, resisting holes. 

"Goddamn!" Kitty swore again in a tone of disbelief as he fucked into her 
lithe body. He held her butt up in the air as he reamed and twisted his butt 
from side to side, slamming and spearing into her pussy and her tight 
asshole. 

"Oooohhhh, Jesus, I never been pussy-fucked and asshole-cornholed at once 
before in my life," Kitty gasped, staring down at Stephanie's exposed love 
mound and sparse pubic fuzz. 

Skip hunched almost savagely, driving into her body, fucking deep up her ass 
and her snatch. Kitty sobbed convulsively as she took him in. But she still 
had the acumen to pay attention to the prone girl who lay partly under her. 

Even as Skip speared her butt and her cunt, she urged Stephanie to spread 
her legs, pull her knees up. "Get your legs over my shoulders-in Skip's 
face," she laughed shakily, gasping for air as his brutal fuckhunches 
hammered the dual cocks into her slender body. 

With Stephanie's bared cunt before her, Kitty lowered her face and mopped 
her nose into the narrow gash. Her tongue lanced out and stabbed into the 
girl's dainty vulva and vagina. Stephanie wailed softly, her ass rocking 
upward to give Kitty her pussy. 

"Oooooohhhh, God, I love this twin-hole fucking," Kitty whined. 

Stephanie clawed her dress up over her breasts, pulled the loose bra cups 
away so she could fondle her own titties as she stared between the smooth 
valley at the top of Kitty's nodding head as her pussy was eaten. There was 
a filmy glaze over her eyes as her gaze shifted to Skip behind the lewdly 
kneeling woman. 

His face was solemn and intent, eyes half-closed as his body rocked back and 
forth, plying his cock into her pussy and the attached tool up her ass. 

Kitty whimpered softly, tongue digging deep into Stephanie's cunny as the 
pair of phalluses slugged into her closely arranged orifices. The 
double-impaling produced a soft, meaty sound and evoked a heady, musky aroma 
that permeated the air around the trio of grunting, whining sexers. 

Stephanie's bare bottom lofted firmly to Kitty's face as the tall redhead 
glued her mouth over the girl's cove and she blew her breath up into the 
crawly cunt. 

"Oooooohh, Jesus," Steve sobbed, "Put your tongue way up in my twattie, 
Kitty. I love that, love having my pussy sucked and licked," she sighed 
raggedly. 

Each time Skip pounded into Kitty's ass and her cunt, her face was plumped 
snugly into Stephanie's hot, narrow sex-trough. Wanting him in deeper, Kitty 
drew her knees up to her breasts and pushed her keenly rounded bare rump 
back on his twin-spikings of her butt hole and her aching snatch. 

"My God," Kitty wailed, dipping her tongue into the liquid, fiery love-hole. 
"I never dreamed having both places fucked at the same time could be so 
enchanting and exquisite." 

She paused in her pussy-eating to focus her senses on the 
snock-snock-snocking of cock in her cunt and the fake prick in her tingling 
asshole. 

Mentally, Kitty bit off the tendency to start screaming as the ecstasy of 
her double-fucking built to a pitch of excruciation akin to agony. 

She yearned for Skip to bury himself in her twinging holes and let her 
climax, but he continued fucking away at her rear end, unaware she was 
soaring into an orgasm that seemed to shatter her senses and very sanity. 

Just as she thought would no longer be able to cope with the double-fucking 
she was undergoing, Stephanie began wailing plaintively, her body writhig. 
Kitty slithered her tongue as far into the clutching little fuck-hole as it 
would go and she reached to cup her hands over Steve's feverish, hard tits 
as if that would keep the agonizing girl from crawling away on her back to 
escape the sweet misery of exploding orgasm deep in her fluttering cunny. 

Dully, Kitty wished Skip could shoot jizz in her asshole as well as her 
pussy when he ejaculated; that would make her hot sexing twice as 
pleasurable. Her innards seemed to be shattering as if a bomb were going off 
in both holes and she wondered how she could continue enduring the hard, 
relentless poundings up her ass and pussy. 

In spite of herself, the deep, strong muscles in her butt gripped at the 
rubbery instrument being injected into her bowels. Each clutching of her 
sphincters threatened to send her into a madness of screaming and sobbing. 
Tears trickled from her eyes, flowed into Stephanie's pussy-smile, washed 
around the tiny thorn of her clit and mingled with the cunt juice Kitty was 
lapping up with increased eagerness. 

"God, oh, God, Skip, fuck me deep and fast," she hollered, voice muffled by 
the folds of pussy flesh around her mouth as she sensed the kid increasing 
his tempo, racing toward his climax. 

Kitty relinquished herself to his intense fucking, anticipating the carnal 
glory of having her aching front hole jizzed full of his thick man-sap. 

Even though she knew what to expect the first gush of cum hit her like a 
bolt of lightning and she shouted with a tone of consternation, envisioning 
flames erupting in her pussy and asshole around his deeply imbedded 
sex-tools. 

Above her head, Stephanie was weeping softly and her hands were crushing 
Kitty's hands onto her tingling, stinging boobs. She could feel muscles 
spasming in the lean, tapering thighs that crowded against her flushed 
cheeks. 

So fabulous, Kitty thought dizzily, all three of them blasting out their 
orgasms at the same time. She felt a sense of pity for all the men and women 
in the world who didn't or couldn't cum together when they got 
belly-to-belly, fucking. 

But her mind couldn't linger on the misfortunes of others because her senses 
were focused on the thrilling explosions tearing up her bowels and her 
snatch. She was grateful that Skip was satisfied to shove the dildo far up 
her ass and his prick to the balls in her pussy instead of persisting in 
hunching his hips and fucking her while he shot his wad of cum into her 
throbbing cunny. 

It was so much more satisfying to have a cock socked into her, soaking and 
throbbing as it flushed her insides full of molten jizz. The delectable ache 
in her guts drew the strength from her and she slowly collapsed to a flat 
prone position. Skip followed her down onto the blanket, keeping his cock in 
her snatch and the dildo up her ass. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Standing over her son, Gina Wallace could see signs of grogginess in his 
eyes from the sleeping pill and pain pill. "I guess I better give you a 
sponge bath, Hank," she said, smiling ruefully. "How do you feel about that? 
I haven't given you a bath since you were three or four." 

His smile was wane, sleepy, "I guess I can stand it if you can." 

"It was bad enough breaking your leg, but why did you have to skin your 
hands so badly you can't wash yourself?" his mother frowned, her long, gaunt 
face pleasant in spite of its near ugliness. 

"Just good luck, I guess," Hank murmured, eyes vague as she brought in a 
dishpan of warm water and set it on a chair beside the bed. "You mean you're 
going to wash all of me?" 

The tall woman with heavy breasts bulging the front of the ankle-length 
chenille robe nodded soberly. Yes, all of you, sonny-boy, she mused 
nervously. She hadn't seen him naked since he was a little kid, but the 
rounded tenting of the sheet and light blanket supplied plenty of evidence 
he was going to be hung like his darned father. 

He isn't out, she observed, but he's near enough he won't remember much. She 
smiled as she wondered how Stephanie would react to giving her brother a 
bath. The poor girl would probably faint from the sight of a pecker-even a 
soft one. 

"Oh, well, here goes," she said in a hushed tone as she gently drew away the 
covers to expose her son, naked except for the thick bandages on his hands 
and the cast that reached the right knee. She didn't know why, after all the 
years of being a nurse, that the sight of a naked male gave her hot flashes. 
And Hank is hung, she noted, staring at the limp penis hanging slack between 
his legs. And big gonads, too, she calculated. A big-cocked, heavy-balled 
skinny bastard, she thought fondly, wetting a washcloth, turning him onto 
his side so he could wash his back. Her hand shook and he moaned drowsily as 
she ran the warm, wet cloth into the tight pinch of his butt. 

She blotted his skin dry with a fluffy white towel and rolled him back. His 
eyes fluttered vaguely as she washed his chest, his belly. "Go to sleep," 
Gina murmured, staring at his limber peter and nice set of nuts. 

His peter twitched and his balls lifted as she ran the cloth over his groin, 
down his thighs. Then she paused, a tightness in her throat, hands shaking. 
"You asleep?" she asked tersely, licked her lips nervously when there was no 
response. "Okay, here goes." She lifted his peter with the thumb and 
forefinger of her left hand, peeled the foreskin back. 

"God, I haven't seen such a young prick in ages," she muttered, soaping his 
cock and balls lavishly. Her vision glazed as she dropped the washcloth in 
the pan of water, aware her hand was slippery-sliding up and down the length 
of his meat. She knew she was starting to jack him off, but told herself she 
was merely getting him good and clean, the suds heavy and thick and rich on 
her fist. And it was very obvious, in his sleep, he was responding to her 
lascivious touch. He was getting hard and Gina drew an erratic breath. Would 
it be so wrong, if no one ever knew but her? 

She released his cock and stared at the rigid member lieing all soaping and 
gorgeous on his hair-free groin, the head reaching a good ways toward his 
belly button. 

"If not one should ever know, would it be so horrible?" she whispered, 
wringing out the washcloth and clearing up the suds. "Amazing how a kid will 
stay hard even when his pecker isn't being touched or played with," she 
sighed, fingers twitching with a yearning. "Oh, what the hell-I'll just play 
with it a little bit." 

She knelt beside the bed and lifted his big, fleshy bone with her left hand 
and cradled his bag of goodies in the palm of her right. "Damn, he's got a 
double handful of cock and a big sac of stonies." With a flush of heat in 
her body, she ran her hand down his pole, pulling back the skin to expose 
the full glans She wondered absently whether Hank had had the opportunity 
yet to dip his pecker in a girl's twat. From what she had heard about many 
of the girls in the Pocatello region, it was entirely possible. 

She tried to conjure up a vision of her son riding between a girl's willng 
thighs. Maybe sucked? she mused. She had heard a lot of girls, afraid of 
getting into trouble would go down on their boy friends instead of letting 
them fuck them. 

Yes, she had heard that a lot of girls got their jollies from sucking cock. 
Well, it was fun, especially the way she and her ex-husband used to go about 
their 69'ing escapades. And the taste of cock wasn't to be poopooed. She 
kneaded her son's balls gently and again picked up his hard cock. About 
eight inches-a little less-she estimated. A nice, tasty-sized prick. 

I better stop jacking him off, she frowned, eyes glittering, or I'll have 
another mess to clean up and have to wash him down again. Down? Go down on 
him? Do I dare? How would I feel afterwards? Guilty over having given my own 
son a blow-job? Why should I feel remorseful about sucking off my own boy? 
He's asleep with that darned pill and I wouldn't have to worry about it 
having a bad effect on him. Maybe just a little suck, she pouted. Just a 
suck and a taste of the head of his beautiful prick. 

How could a horse-faced cow like me have such a handsome boy and pretty 
daughter? She smiled, leaning over Hank and staring reflectively at the big, 
purplish bulb of cock in her anxious fist. 

"Just a little suckee-tastee?" Gina whined, crushing her big, fat tits 
against the side of the bed as she pushed her long, thin face to within 
inches of the hot, stony prick in her grasp. "Just a little suck?" She 
pushed her tongue through tight, pale lips and flecked the tip over the 
feverish head. 

"Uuuuuummmmm!" she gasped, curling and licking her tongue around the plump 
knob. "Uuuuummmmhmmmmmmm," she crooned, opening her mouth slightly and 
savoring a portion of the point of his rocky cock. "Gooooood!" 

Her shoulders shook as control and restraint deserted her and she gobbled in 
the complete head of his prick, savoring it greedily. And she knew, then, 
she couldn't stop. Hank moaned in his drug-induced sleep and his mother 
squeezed his quivering balls, she knew, unconsciously, she couldn't stop 
with taking a little taste of his prick. It had to be, with her, all or 
none. 

A carnal fever began raging inside her and she tore at her clothes, keeping 
the pulsating knob of the boy's cock lodged in her mouth. She released it 
only long enough to strip the nightgown off over her head. With a deparved, 
obsessed whimper, she climbed clumsily onto the bed, the head of his cock 
back in her mouth. She hunkered lewdly between his legs, mindful of the 
cast, cupped his balls in both hands and slowly, hungrilly sank her mouth 
down on his column of flesh, pausing at intervals to adjust to the gougingof 
prick in her throat. 

"Uuuuummmm-yuuummmmm," she cooed, slobering noisily as she sucked 
voraciously and began fucking him full-length with her hot lips, busy tongue 
and throat muscles. The taste of cock, washed or sort of sweet-salty, always 
produced a sexual wildness in her, Gina reflected truthfully. Hazily, she 
wondered whether she would be able to resist sucking-even fucking-her son, 
now that she had surrendered to the obscene whim to give him a blow-job. 

Gina had a hazy vision of how she must look, a tall, rangy woman with big 
tits, almost skinny body, lean butt and long, heavy hams poised like some 
kind of ludicrous frog between a kid's legs, sucking cock as if she had her 
mouth on an air stem, blowing up a balloon in the shape of a young man. 

Jesus, I must be crazy, she fretted. She nodded her head, moving her 
suctioning mouth around on the still-expanding prick, Yeah, I'm crazy, nuts 
about eating cock and playing with a pretty set of hot, hard balls. 

Mentally, she calculated it wasn't quite noon. She started sucking cock, 
mouth-fucking it furiously. Then she slacked off to a slow, pleasurable 
pace, remembering she had plenty of time to gorge herself on her son's 
elegant, hard cock. She didn't expect Steve home until evening at the 
earliest and possibly not until sometime the next day. That would be Sunday. 
Yes, she had all the leisure time she wanted to slurp this handsome, tasty 
prick-even steal some fucking of her cunt on it, if she convinced herself it 
was okay. And why not? She wasn't blowing it, wasn't she? 

Gina gulped, sighed heartily, smelling the warm, musky fragrance of her 
blazing pussy. She shoveled a hand into her thick-lipped groove and snaked a 
finger into her slushy snatch. "Aaaarrrrrggggggg," she growled passionately, 
her free hand mauling a ponderous breast. She nudged her half-inch-long clit 
and shivered into a shuddering orgasm. 

"Aaaaaaaawwwwwwwkkkkkkk," she gurgled, completely devouring her boy's fully 
swollen cock. With her mouth and gullet crammed full of hot, throbbing 
prick, Gina began humming silently to make her throat muscles vibrate on 
Hank's cum-bloated cock. She crimped her lips on the thick barrel when her 
son moaned raggedly in his sleep. 

Gina gloried in the mental impression she was a big, predatory animal atop 
her downed prey, eating it up, attacking the most desirable flesh. She 
growled joyously, shook her head, wobbling her mouth on the massive post of 
sex-meat. The animalistic impression was intensifed when her long, 
grey-streaked, stringy black hair touseled around her face. She milked on 
Hank's full sac of nut-meat with both hands, goading him, almost daring him 
to go ahead and unleash a torrent of pearly jizz into her ready mouth that 
was sucking with a kind of depraved anticipation. 

God, she thought, she had tasted hot jizz had it gushing into her face in a 
long, long time. The walls of her passion-glazed snatch closed on her 
jabbing finger and she felt sweetly faint as her orgasm was renewed. 

A deep tremor that seemed to start in the boy's rockhard balls and vibrate 
along the thick shaft. Gina knew from the experience of fucking and sucking 
prick for twenty years, since her first oral piece when she was only 
sixteen, the same age as her son now, that Hank was on the verge of a 
furious spouting of delicious jizz. 

She swallowed on his cock, wanting the first gush deep in her gullet. 
"Aaaaaaaawwwwggggggg," she croaked mutedly as the initial spewing of semen 
flooded her tonzil zone. Slowly, she backed her mouth off his prick, 
devouring each spray of jizz as it erupted from the delectable knob that 
adorned her son's prick. 

Keeping her mouth wide open, she lifted her face, a hand jacking off the 
boy, letting his spurting jizz shoot three inches through the air into her 
mouth. 

His creamy juice splattered against her lips, teeth and that which she 
didn't capture dripped stickly onto her closed fist, trickled over her 
fingers, coating his thick prick and glazing his up-rolled nuts. 

As soon as Hank's cock ceased spurting cum, his mother extended her tongue 
and licked his luscious sap from the knob, from her fingers, off the barrel 
of his prick. Purring contentedly, she lapped his balls, cleaning the thick 
gobs of jizz until there was none remaining. 

"Oooooh, my god," Gina moaned, curling her tongue around the head of her 
boy's rigid joint. "Christ, it's been so long since I had a taste of prick, 
I've almost forgotten how scrumptuous it is to suck the jizz out of one." 

Gina became more and more keenly aware of a famished squirming deep in her 
womb, that she had three or four fingers crammed inside her quivering twat. 
"Do I dare? Should I? I need it so much; I need a cock up me, fucking me 
into heaven." 

She continued jacking off her boy, keeping his cock hard while she tried to 
make up her mind. That she had decided was expressed with a soft, whimpering 
sob. She straightened, both hands working on the long, thick white youthful 
cock. Careful of the leg in a cast, she straddled the kid with an agility 
that was surprising for a woman her size. 

Gina lifted her big, broad ass high, set the point of Hank's cock in her 
long, deep furrow and brought her pussy down on his cunt-lancer. "Oh! 
Gooooooood God!" she wailed shrilly, taking his cock up into her cunt. 

With her back stiff and bowed, her heavy, ponderous tits swinging, Gina 
began moving, hinged only at the knees as she raised, lowered her big butt, 
fucking away at Hank's fertile young prick. Her deep snatch seeped hot 
sex-oil around the prick she was pistoning into her torrid fuck-chamber. 

Her snuckling, extremely squishy pussy smacked and squoshed on the 
delectable hunk of sex-sausage. Gina sniffed gratefully, savoring the wild, 
meaty fragrance of blended cock and cunt. "Love it," she intoned raggedly, 
her hands holding her big white jugs as she rode up and down on the young 
prick that her completely spindled up between her heavy legs. 

"I just can't get enough fuckin'," she whimpered, tone deep and laden with 
sexual torment. The bed hummed and creaked as she rode the valiant young 
prick with long strokes of her grateful, fluttering pussy. 

She had had bigger cocks and smaller ones, and was always amazed how the 
walls of her cunt never failed to mold around the bulbs and shafts and she 
got her jollies just as well from a peter four inches long as one ten 
inches. 

Gina was approaching a tempestuous climax, but tried to ignore it, continued 
to fuck her tall body up and down on the prick held perpendicular by her 
possessive pussy-canal. But when the throes of orgasm finally overtook her, 
she settled her big bottom onto her son's body, big buttocks crushed against 
his thighs. 

She yelp-yelped as if in misery, contracting her fuck-muscles and milking 
his deeply imbedded cock, milking him into cumming torrent after torrent of 
cum up into her deep, boiling sex-well. 

Dimly, she became aware that her son's eyes were open and he was staring at 
her. She frowned and reached to cover his eyes with a hand. "Don't look at 
me sitting naked on you with your nice cock in me between my legs. Just 
don't look; I'll be done in a little bit, as soon as your beautiful, long 
prick stops shooting my pussy full of jizz." 

In a little while, her climax faded. She kept a hand over her boy's eyes as 
she carefully climbed off him. Worshipfully, she bent over him and lovingly, 
meticulously licked away all traces and odors of hot cock and cunny. 

"Turn your face to the wall," she said tenderly. "Don't watch me leave." She 
smiled tentatively, laughed softly. "I just ain't quite used to fucking my 
own son and giving him a blow job and ain't ready to have him see me 
swaggering around naked, thoroughly fucked." 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

The three of them had just finished a nude swim by moonlight in a quiet eddy 
of the Snake River and were relaxing on the blanket beside the pickup. 
Stephanie lay on her side, her cheek on Skip's thigh. Almost lazily, she 
played with his prick, jacking him off slowly for a bit, then skinning him 
back and studying the dark glans, tracing a finger behind the thick flange 
of the corona. 

"You know," she said casually, moving her face closer so she could lick the 
tip of her tongue over the fat head, "my brother, Hank, has a big prick, but 
not as big as yours, Skip." 

"Is that so? How do you know?" Kitty challenged, leaning to her right so she 
could caress the girl's long, silky legs and doodle a finger in the girl's 
dainty, tight pussy crease. 

"I've seen Hank's peter," she said. "He was doing the same to it as I'm 
doing to Skip's right now. Oh, not licking it, jacking off. He sure had a 
funny expression when his jizz squirted out." 

Kitty stared curiously at the girl. "Is that all you ever saw of your 
brother's tool?" 

Stephanie was silent, as if she hadn't heard, occupying herself by sucking 
on the firm knob of Skip's prick as if it were an elaborate lollipop. 
"That's all-just saw him jacking off-a few times." 

"He never got you, put his prick in you?" Kitty pursued, stretching so she 
could finger-fuck the shapely young girl. Steve moaned in benign protest 
when Kitty opened up her butt moons and probed a finger against her dainty 
anus. 

"I told you I just saw him play with his pecker. Skip got my cherry, I told 
you that," Stephanie said idly, again taking the plump head of the boy's 
prick into her cheek. 

An impatience to see more action than just the girl casually sucking and 
gnawing on Skip's prick was getting Kitty steamed up and she moved closer to 
the girl, finger-fucking her rapidly to confuse her attention and deftly 
reamed a finger into her asshole. 

"Heeeey! Ouch!" Stephanie yelped, then relaxed by degrees, tolerating the 
twin-hole fingering. 

"Are you just going to lie there this evening, satisfied to suck Skip's 
cock?" Kitty demanded, . squinting in the darkness to see how much prick she 
was taking in her mouth, see if getting finger-fucked had any effect on her. 

"What do you want, Kitty?" Stephanie taunted, "You want to watch him screw 
me? I don't care if you watch, if Skip feels like shoving his peter in me. I 
like being fucked and I'm still hot down there, between by legs from 
watching him give it to you in both holes at the same time. Skip? Do you 
want to fuckee me so Kitty can watch?" 

For an answer, Skip pushed Steve down on the blanket, on her back. 

Immediately, Stephanie drew her feet up, legs folded, knees far apart to let 
Skip at her crotch. She obliged him by parting her lips and opening up her 
pussy, then taking his cock just back of the head and placing it firmly at 
her entry. 

"Darned big," she moaned, "take it easy and don't try to shove all your cock 
in me with one push. Just start it and take it easy and I know I'll like it 
and it'll be more fun than ever, having you fuck me." 

Her face winced, but her eyes never blinked all the time the boy was toiling 
above her, working his long, grotesquely thick prick into her tight cove. 

She never cried out, but the writhing of her body made it evident she was 
under a strain, taking his monstrous dong into her tiny twat. Skip whimpered 
as his prick-head was pinched and a faint, smug smile flitted across the 
girl's pale lips. 

Stephanie yipped very softly when he gave her the final inch with a sharp 
hunch of his hips. "Okay, Kitty? You getting an eyeful, watching him push 
his prick in me, between my legs?" 

"Yes, Baby, and I'd like to see him rupture your little virgin butt hole 
with his hunk of meat," Kitty chirped. 

"I bet I can take it-if you can," Steve retorted, starting to roll her ass 
as Skip began a slow tempo of fucking her. Her eyes glittered as she watched 
Kitty take the dildo from the satchel, grease it methodically. "Heck, I'm 
pretty sure I can take that thing in my butt-it's not nearly as big as 
Skip's cock." 

"We shall see," Kitty chuckled, squatting behind Skip. "Get your feet up in 
the air so I can find your ass. That's good!" She lifted the boy's dangling, 
swinging balls out of the way, set the tip of the fake prick and slowly 
eased it all the way into the girl's bowels. 

"See?" Stephanie gasped. "I told you. I got all that funny-looking 
prick-thing in me, haven't I?" 

"You sure have, Honey," Kitty replied, seizing it and used her hand to 
cornhole-f uck it in and out of the girl's rectum at the same speed Skip was 
fucking his prick in and out of her pussy. "I bet I'd like to fuck your 
brother," Kitty panted, aware her pussy was oozing honey as her own wanton 
lust intensified. 

"He'd probably let you," Steve retorted, "as much as he likes to play with 
his cock, beat it 'til it squirts. Why don't you ask him when we get to 
Pocatello, ask him if he'd like to screw his prick in your cunt?" 

"I just may do that, sass-box," Kitty chortled, enchanted at watching the 
dildo ream her butt hole while Skip pounded cock into her twat. 

After a time, Kitty's arm tired and she was content to ram the tool all the 
way into Stephanie's guts and watch Skip plowing away at her pussy with his 
cunt-slimed cock. 

"How come you quit fucking that thing up my butt?" Stephanie complained, 
putting her hands on Skip's shoulders, raised her head and tried to see what 
Kitty was doing. "Tired, huh? Just getting your thrills by watching me get 
my cunt fucked full of snot-shooter." 

"Why don't you hush up and concentrate on being fucked and cumming on Skip's 
hot fuck-rod?" Kitty challenged. "If it isn't doing anything for you, well 
get up and let me take your place. I could go for some hot fucking in my 
pussy right now." 

She bided her time, watching for tell-tale signs the teenager was about to 
sail into orgasm. When Stephanie whimpered and moaned, she tugged out the 
dildo. "Put that thing back up my ass!" Steve wailed, "I want it in my 
asshole when I bang off my pussy!" 

Kitty timed Skip's plunges. On the outstroke, she grabbed his cock at the 
base with both hands, shifted the head down about an inch, set it and Skip 
bucked his hips. 

Stephanie screamed when his first gush of jizz scalded her crack; then the 
head of his prick entered her and she took his mammoth prick to his balls 
into her bowels. He fucked away furiously at her rectum for two or three 
minutes, shooting a torrent of cum into her guts before he finally sank it 
into her and held her against him, lying belly to belly. 

Gina Wallace lay awake that night, hot and hard-up, contemplating the day. 
She had no recriminations about taking her passions out on her 
sixteen-year-old son, partly due, she conceded, to the fact he had exhibited 
no signs of resenting her lewd display. He had eaten his lunch eagerly, 
asking for a third glass of iced tea and if she would help him downstairs to 
watch afternoon television. 

Supper had been serene and companionable. About nine o'clock, he had 
clumsily picked up his crutches and she had helped him, an arm around his 
waist, up to bed. He had taken a pain pill, but had spurned a sleeping pill. 

Lying feverish and sexually agonizing under the sheet, the tall, gaunt woman 
wondered whether her son was awake or whether he was in his room in the 
dark, going over in his mind how it had been when she had sucked him off, 
then got on top of him and fucked her pussy on his marvelous prick. 

Hank, indeed, was doing just that. All day he had watched his mother 
covertly, pretending his attention was solely on television. But he had 
tried to catch a glimpse up between her legs when she shuffled about in her 
chair across the living room as she checked and mended her nurse's uniforms. 

Only once had he gotten a clear, unobstructed view of her huge, hairy patch. 
His breath caught when he saw she wore no panties. More than once, he had 
caught himself yearning to get his hands inside her robe and nightgown on 
her voluptuous breasts. He wondered whether she had thought about that. Why 
else had she not gotten dressed all the day long? 

He wished, fervently, his hands weren't all skinned up and bandaged. If he 
couldn't have some more of her hot, liquid insides, he would have liked to 
jack off and relieve the pressure. Awkwardly, he thrust the sheet away with 
his good leg and fumbled at his pajama pants, undoing all the buttons but 
the one at the waist. Clumsily, he extracted his full hard-on and caressed 
it with bandaged fingers. 

In his young, naive mind, he searched for some excuse to go into her room, 
check her reaction. A drink of water? Wanting something from downstairs? He 
wondered whether his mother was sleeping naked. His heart pounded and raced 
as he speculated on what his mother would do if she saw his cock protruding 
from the fly of his 'jama bottom. Maybe she would want to do it some more? 

He didn't think she was remorseful, having doubts and second thoughts about 
what she had done to-with-him that morning. At least, she hadn't acted 
sorry-like during the day. Maybe she would welcome his going to her room and 
would make his prick feel as good again as that first time she had sucked 
him, then straddled his lean body and took his cock up in her flaming 
snatch. 

As quietly as he could, he got out of bed, fitted the crotches to his 
armpits. Standing in the doorway of her room, he knew she was awake; he 
could see the dark sheen of her eyes in the semi-darkness. 

"I couldn't sleep," he said with a tremor in his voice. 

"Does your leg hurt?" Gina murmured, rising on an elbow. She could see the 
long rope of hard meat prodding from his pants. Not his leg, she thought, 
his knee; his middle knee-weenie. 

"Do you want another pain pill? A drink?" She was intensely conscious of a 
tightness in her breast, feeling stifled, the way her luscious tits were 
strangled by the lacy bodice of her nightgown. 

She squinted at his pale face, let her gaze flick to his handsome hard-on, 
saw him shake his head. No, he wants some more of what I need so much-some 
more fuckin' and a blow-job, she mused, straining to keep from panting with 
lust and wanton passion. 

Casually, Gina swept the sheet from her body, saw her son's eyes got to her 
long legs, greatly revealed because the hem of the gown was at mid-thigh. 
She wondered whether he could see the dark shadow of her copious bush under 
the thin fabric of the gown. 

"Well, you better sit on my bed, lie down, get off that leg," she said 
tersely, bracing a hand just above his hips as he lowered himself to her 
bed. "Lie back," she whispered, letting her hand rove over his bony chest, 
stroke down his belly. "You just lie here 'til you get sleepy and I'll help 
you back to your room." 

"Oh, I can make it," Hank murmured, not an overt move in his body as the 
tips of her fingers teased along the length of his exposed shaft, returned 
to explore over and around the fat love-knob. "What happens when Steve gets 
home?" he breathed heavily. 

She knew exactly what he meant; would she let him in her room again, maybe 
have him in her, her mouth on him some more. "Oh, I have to go to work-at 
least for awhile-taking care of that old lady." 

"Oh, I know that," he said, an inflection of impatience in his voice, 
demanding she respond to what he really meant. 

She couldn't bring herself to put into words that she wasn't against their 
fucking, but she gripped her fingers around his thick prick, trying to tell 
him that if they did, they would have to be awfully careful. She jacked him 
off slowly, a gesture of confidentiality, telling him she really liked his 
cock, loved having it in her hand, in her pussy, in her mouth. 

"You aren't going to shoot off, are you, Hank?" his mother asked in a 
sandy-toned whisper. "I don't want you to cum in my hand and mess up my 
bed." 

"I don't think so-yet awhile," her son moaned, his ass shaking. 

"Good boy," she sighed, clutching his prick hard until he gasped, then 
continued jacking him off. She released his prick long enough to undo his 
'jamas and lay the fly open so the tips of her fingers pressed into the 
taut-skinned sac that contained his joy-balls. 

A fine, thin, sticky honey oozed from the slit in the tip of his dong and 
she used a thumb to smear it all over the dark head of his cock. "Do you 
think you can roll over on top of me-or will that bother your leg? I could 
do it like this morning, top-ride your cock, Hank." 

"Let me try it," the boy said, getting clumsily up on his knees. 

"Get your pants down to the cast, at least," his mother said, pushing the 
garment out of the way. "And let me get my gown off, Honey." She raised her 
heavy hips, tugged up the gown, then sat off so she could shuffle it off 
over her head. 

As she stretched out naked on her back, her left knee drawn up a little, she 
was about to caution him that Stephanie must never know. But she percevied 
he knew this by their silent communication of her hand talking to him on his 
prick. 

"Take it easy with your leg and sort of roll over on top of me," she 
muttered, anxious to receive him between her legs. 

Waiting for him to position himself between her drawn-up knees, her patience 
was testing and was fought the temptation to grab his cock by the head and 
tuck it into her deep furrow. But she wanted him to fumble with his prick, 
learn how to put his cock in a pussy. 

She laughed shakily as he hunched at her, running the head of his sticky 
prick through her tangle of pubic wool. "Take it easy," she chided, "Use 
your fingers and spread out the lips of my pussy, then take your cock and 
swab the head in my trench. God, I have such a big rut you shouldn't miss 
it!" 

A sweet, anticipatory shudder danced through her loins as her son made 
contact, swept the fiery knob of his cock from her bulging asshole to her 
clit. "Jesus, get with it, Hank, press it to me and find my hole." 

When he continued to fumble the head of his cock up and down her deep, wet 
fuck-smile, her patience deserted her and she reached between their bodies 
and seized his rod. Adroitly, she aimed it. "Hump with your butt," she 
gasped, milking his thick shaft, holding the bulb at the fluttery curtain 
entry to her cove. 

"Yeeeeessssss!" she hissed with gratitude as he obeyed and sank the head of 
his prick into her about four inches. She drew her knees back until her feet 
were level with the crown of his shaking, quivering ass. "Give me some more, 
Son," she pleaded, rocking her ass, arching her hair-carpeted twat to his 
meaty spire. 

He thrust into her and she felt the weight and heat of his hard balls loll 
against her anus that pooched invitingly from the wide valley between the 
oval mounds of her ass. 

"If you aren't careful," she giggled coquettish as a school girl, "you're 
gonna make your mom cum with just a few punches of your prick. But that's 
what I'm doing under you, taking your cock and wanting to cum blast." 

Gina rocked from side to side, wincing with delight as her deep snatch 
adjusted to him, molded and shaped around the bulge of the head and the 
blood-veined length of his shaft. 

She gasped and moaned when he began pumping erratically. "Settle down and 
take it easy," she cautioned, "we got all night to fuck, for you to get the 
hang of fucking me. Just draw back and push your prick back in my pussy." 

When Hank began snorting and humping her almost expertly, she groped for his 
hands and placed them over her fat, lolling titties. "Squeeze my big 
boobies, Honey, and just fuck away at my hungry cunt." 

The sensation of his eager prick pounding into her was so excruciatingly 
exquisite, Gina wanted to clench him between her heavy thighs to keep him 
thoroughly imbedded in her snatch. But she knew that if she did that it 
would impede his long fuck-strokes. So she folded her legs out as far as she 
could and lofted her big ass to his slender body, his drilling prick. 

"You'll be able to fuck me from time to time, as frequently as we can slip 
around so Steve won't know," she panted, wincing as cum-thunder commenced 
thudding and thumping deep in her womb. "Give it to me, Hank! Bang your cock 
up me, I'm cumming. Ooooohhhh, God! I'm cumming; am I ever cumming! Can you 
feel my cunt-muscles gripping your lovely fuck-cock? 

She began whimpering, a deep guttural sound in her throat as she rocked and 
jolted through her almost painful orgasm. "Oooooohhhh, Jesus, fuck the prick 
to me, Honey!" 

Gina longed for her son to snock his prick into her passion-jellied cunt and 
flood her full of jizz. She was confident she could keep him ready to fuck 
by jacking him off or sucking his long, thick prick. Even as she cascaded 
through her rending climax her mind was busy considering how she and Hank 
could slip around and have their enchanting sex-sessions without Stephanie's 
interference. Then, again, why should she care if her daughter found 
out-even saw them fucking? Steve was plenty big enough and probably had just 
as much temptation and need for fucking as any healthy woman. If she wanted 
her brother to diddle her, that was okay, Gina mused, her face screwed up as 
her son slammed his cock up her squishy cunt, she would be willing to buy 
rubbers for Hank. Just as a preventive measure. 

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh, Hey! you're about to jizz-gush me, huh?" Gina whined, 
arching her pussy up to him and shaking her big ass. "Okay! Cum in me, Son! 
Push your cock all the way in and jizz me! Ooooohhhh, my God! she wailed as 
his first spurt of cum sloshed her innards. Yes! keep fucking me then while 
you shoot your wad!" 

But his energy soon deserted him and he slithered his prick all the way into 
her viscous snatch and lay atop her sweaty belly, his prick pouring cum into 
her womb. 

"Oooooohhh, my God, we'll fuck all night! I'll go down on you and 
suck-blow-job your prick to keep it hard," she howled in the intense throes 
of orgasm. 

 CHAPTER 15 

[Archive Note: This chapter in the original pocketbook was indeed shown as a 
numeral rather than being spelled out.] 

That Sunday evening, after introducing her mother, Kitty and Skip, Stephanie 
carried her two suitcases upstairs to her room, then went to greet her 
brother. She found him lying on his back, just a comer of the sheet drawn 
across his middle. 

She kissed him fleetingly on the forehead, then stood over him. It was 
obvious he was naked under the triangle of covering sheet. Something else 
was obvious, too. She could see, clearly out-lined, the long welt of his 
sex. His prick was enlarged and his balls were swollen. 

"My, what's that?" she asked impishly, pointing at the ridge of meat 
extending from the narrow Vee of his thighs up across the left side of his 
belly. 

"What?" Hank asked, blushing. 

"That!" his sister puted, tracing the tip of a forefinger down the firm, 
warn barrel. "Ah-hah! a cock!" she clucked her tongue. "Yes, I believe 
that's a cockhard and ready. Bet you don't even know what it's for!" 

"Bet I do-bet I know as much or more about what to do with it than you do," 
her brother retorted, eyes ogling as his sister saucily lifted the short 
skirt of her dress, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her nakedness. 

"It goes right up in there, between a girl's legs," Steve retorted. 

"And how do you know so much, Hank?" 

As if defending his knowledge, he confessed what he and their mom had been 
doing in bed. "She started it-sucked my peter," he said tartly. 

Stephanie shook her head as if doubting him as she snaked her hand under the 
comer of the sheet and clasped his cock in her cool fingers. She lifted his 
heavy, solid meat and tried jacking him off. Because she was impeded, wanted 
to see what her hand was doing to his cock, she flipped away the sheet and 
perched on the edge of the bed so she could gawk at his cock as she 
masturbated him. 

"Does mom like sucking cock and being fucked?" she asked solemnly. "I know I 
like it. I'll introduce Skip and Kitty to you later. I've even been 
cornholed and that ain't hay." 

Hank's eyes closed dreamily. "I even tried it with my mouth on mom's 
place-boy, she likes that. She sort of sat over my face and sucked my prick 
while I licked her out good." 

"She like it?" Stephanie murmured, bending over her brother's middle and 
sucking on the hot, smooth knob of his prick. "UUUUUUMMMM!" she crooned. 
"You have a nice-tasting cock, brother-honey." She twisted her face back and 
forth as she forced her head down, making his prick penetrate her gullet. 
Just before she started fucking him with her mouth, she murmured, "I'll have 
to tell Kit and Skip mom likes to fuck and likes to eat prick and to have 
her pussy sucked." 

"You keep sucking my cock, I'll shoot jizz in your mouth," her brother 
warned, his ass lurching upward to drive his massive, throbbing member into 
her suckling lips. 

"Goodie," Steve slurped, "I love the taste of cum and the feeling of it 
spraying my tonsils." 

"You had your tonsils out," Hank reminded her, putting a hand on the crown 
of her head to keep her down on him, sucking enthrallingly on his cock. 

"A good thing," she mumbled, "or I wouldn't be able to gobble so much of 
your delicious prick into my throat." When Hank rubbed her ass, she raised 
up so he could heist her dress tail and could play with her fanny loaves. "I 
like that, Hank. If I lay out over you while I suck your prick, you can get 
your hand between my legs and finger-fuck me." 

She raised her right leg out and up as she lay on his belly and he found her 
hot groove and sneaked a finger into her pussy. "Yesssss!" she cooed. "Don't 
just hold it still, slick it in and out and finger-diddle me so I can cum." 

Stephanie knew she was good at giving a blow-job and she slurped and sucked 
steadily on her brother's fantastic prick-oh, not as big as Skip's, but she 
knew that if it had the almost constant attention Skip's cock had, it would 
get just as big and swollen. 

"I love the way you suck my prick," Henry grunted, breath coming in harsh 
gasps. "Get up over me and we'll do it the way me and mom did. I'll eat out 
your pussy while you suck my cock." 

Without missing a stroke, keeping her mouth flying and slurping his cock, 
the girl got up over his face, sank her ass and pussy onto his open mouth. 
She held his balls, forearms resting on his upper thighs as they got serious 
about 69ing. When his tongue skewered into her retching pussy, she took all 
of his cock into her mouth, rubbing her chin on his hard groin bone. 

He reciprocated by reaching around and under her to run a finger into her 
sex-smile tickled her distended clit, hurrying her toward an oral orgasm. 
Stephanie panted lustily on his delectable prick and she massaged his stony 
nuts for him. 

Neither teenager heard their mother come up the stairs, start past the open 
door, pause for perhaps two minutes watching them gobble each others' sex 
regions. A twinge of yearning stabbed through her and she quietly shut the 
door, went on to her room to take off her panties. 

She wasn't really surprised to see her daughter going after her son's prick 
in such a wanton, lascivious manner. Hank didn't surprise her at all. She 
had indoctrinated him to take a pussy where ever and when ever he found one. 

But Stephanie? No. There had been something about the redhead and the small 
body. Although Steve took to sucking her brother's prick so quickly, it 
wasn't clear-cut evidence the girl had gotten plenty of cocksucking and 
fucking on the way down from Bernice's. 

Well, she hadn't missed the massive bunch of goodies stretching Skip's 
pants. Not a natural-sized cock and set of balls. They had to have been 
nurtured by a lot of sucking and fucking and jacking off. And she had caught 
a glimpse of Kitty's hot pants between her long, shapely legs. Very 
definitely split open to be perpetually read for a cock to stick in there. 

After stripping off her skivvies-just in case-Gina hesitated outside her 
son's bedroom door until she heard both of them panting and moaning. She 
knew both were climaxing-Steve's pussy exploding on Hank's hot mouth and his 
cock ejaculating streams of loveable jizz down her throat. 

Relucantly, she headed for the stairs when she heard her son plead, "Oh, 
God, suck my cock hard!" and Stephanie retort, "Well, eat my snatch good!" 

Returning to the living room, Gina said as casually as she could manage, 
"I'm going to the store; you two make yourselves at horn." She had to get 
out of the house a bit, compose her emotions. She was sure that her face 
would tell Stephanie she knew, had seen her and Hank. As she checked her 
purse, backed her old Dodge Dart out of the drive, she was conscious of a 
flurry of excitement in the pit of her stomach. She sort of hoped Steve 
would confide in Kitty, maybe ease the way for a romp with that Skip. 

"God, they've got his cock swollen all out of proportion," she whispered, 
licking the tip of her tongue over pale, dry lips. But if Stephanie told 
Kitty and Skip anything, it would be about her and Hank. How would that help 
her? 

"Double-damn," Gina muttered. She just didn't see how things were going to 
evolve to her satisfaction. "Maybe I could open my legs and show the kid my 
cunt and he would get the idea," she smiled ruefully. 

But she needn't have fretted. She had hardly turned the comer and Steve 
slipped down the stairs and told Kitty and Skip everything-about what she 
had just done with her brother-and he would be pleased to give it to 
Kitty-and what Hank and their mother had been doing. 

"Well," Kitty said, eyes glittering, "Skip will just have to take care of 
your mama, Stephanie. Won't she be surprised at getting a Christmas present 
in midsummer?" 

"Awwwww,' Skip protested, then whispered in Kitty's ear, "she's awful ugly, 
Kitty." 

"Hush that," Kitty scolded, "she's a hard-up woman and looks have nothing to 
do with eating a pussy and fucking your cock in it and getting a juicy 
blow-job." 

"It's nicer when the gal is pretty-like you and Steve," Skip retorted. 

It was obvious to Gina when she returned with a variety of cold cuts and 
cheeses for supper, something had been going on, that there had been some 
kind of talk. The three of them-Stephanie, Kitty and Skip wore the masks of 
conspirators. 

"Just leave the stuff, Mom," Steve said, taking the sack from her mother's 
arms and taking it to the kitchen. "No one is hungry yet-'less it's Skip. 
Huh, Skip?" 

Gina scowled questioningly as she slacked into her chair. "It's hot as noon 
and I got some lunch meats and things," she said, trying to vent the awkward 
flow of conversation. 

"Good," Kitty smiled, "but Skip likes hot meat. Don't you, Skip?" 

Gina frowned as the boy blushed. 

"Go ahead," Stephanie urged, sitting on the floor near Kitty's left knee, 
across the room from her mother. "Go on, Skip, do it to her." 

"What?" Gina whispered, breathing difficult as she watched the kid scoot 
toward her on his bottom. "Hey!" the tall, spare woman gasped when Skip 
lifted the mid-calf hem of her dress tail and canted his head to look up 
between her knees. 

Instinctively, Gina pressed the dress into her lap. 

But just as quickly, she let her heavy thighs slump apart, remembering she 
had taken off her panties in hopes of just such a development. "You're gonna 
get a bird's eye view of my nest, you raise my dress again." 

She shuddered when the kid laid his left cheek against her right knee and 
used both hands to lay the hem of her dress across her mid-thighs. And there 
was her black-haired pussy just a foot or so from his eyes and his flushed 
face. 

Gina flopped back in the chair, back arching as he ran his hands up the 
long, flat inner planes of her silky thighs, fingertips just grazing the 
thick lips and tickling her coarse cunt hair. 

Her knees wobbled, her feet danced erratically on the floor when Skip ran 
the tip of his hot, wet tongue down the inside of one leg, back up the 
other. She fanned her legs wide, looped the backs of her knees over the arms 
of the chair and scooted her hairy snatch to the edge of the seat. 

Gina was aware her daughter and Kitty Marman were talking as well as gawking 
at her and the boy who was between her trembling legs, but she couldn't 
discern what they were saying. Instinctively, she knew it had to pertain to 
her bare pussy and the probability she was going to have it eaten out and 
might even get it fucked and if that happened, she might be taking a lot of 
cock into her mouth. 

I won't blow-job him unless he does suck my cunt and fuck me with his 
abnormally huge prick, she thought, eyes glazing as Skip slobbered his 
tongue along her thighs and used his fingers to press her bush pubic hair 
aside and spread open the long, thick lips of her pussy like splitting a big 
orange. 

Gina whimpered pitifully as Skip dipped fingers of both hands into her 
lusting canal and pried open her cunt mouth. Muscles tensed down her legs 
and they stiffened, lifting her broad ass from the seat of the chair. 

"Aaaaaahhhh, Jesus, do it to me," she wailed, voice rising to a shrill 
squall as Skip breathed pantingly against her gaping snatch-trough. 
"Oooooohhh, love it; love my big snatch," she pleaded, head back, eyes 
rolling as the kid drew a deep breath, licked her gash from her brown butt 
hole to the long, needle-like clit. 

"Let's get Skip all ready," Kitty said tersely to Stephanie and both of them 
slipped over to undo his pants, get them off over his lean butt. He 
continued slurping Gina's huge, deep twat-slash as they stripped him naked. 

"Now, you're ready to fuck my mother," Steve gloated. She fondled his 
mammoth cock, clearly considered getting her face down, mouth on it. Skip 
whined as if in misery when Stephanie skinned back his dick, left his big 
tool to languish heavily in the open, ready for buisness. 

Gina began weeping as Skip dug his tongue deep into her steaming, aromatic 
vagina, swizzling it around in her clutching, cock-hungry hole. "Aaaaaahhhh, 
God, I want you to fuck me, Skippy," she sobbed, "My cunt needs a nice, big 
cock fucking it deep and fast. 

Pleeeeeeeasssseee stick your prick up me and fuck me into a nice, heavenly 
cum." 

She clawed at her clothes and got her dress and petticoat up around her 
middle so her bottom was exposed. "I'll go down on you and suck off your 
cock if you give me a good fucking," she promised, fingers hooked like 
talons reaching for him to haul him up between her lasciviously spread 
thighs. 

Then he got to his feet and hovered over her. Gina stopped whining for a 
minute and stared down at his monstrous prick swaying grotesquely from his 
bony, youthful crotch. "Aaaaahhh, ooooohhhh, such a huge, lovely cock," she 
sighed, eyes sparking with wanton passion. "Let me have my fingers on it so 
I can stick it at my diddle-hole." 

Skip moved closer and her fingers closed on his pulsating barrel and she 
dexterously set the gigantic knob at the entry t o her vagina. He lunged his 
whole body and drove his prick all the way into her gripping twat. The 
fuck-muscle closed immediately, molding the walls of her cunt around the 
shape of his prick. 

Five husky lunges and Gina exploded into a squalling, screaming orgasm. She 
kept her butt up off the seat of the chair, holding her cunt in position to 
receive his ruthless penetrations that drove the knob of his cock toward her 
womb. 

Kitty hunkered to one side, Steve to the other. The girl was panting loudly 
as she watched her mother get her pussy crammed full of thick, hard cock. 
"Cornhole her, Skip," Steve said prayerfully. 

Skip fucked the tall, gaunt woman four or five minutes as she wallowed 
through her climax. When her pleasure-throes began to ebb, he poured the 
prick to her faster and faster, finishing with a mighty slam of cock up her 
fuck-chute and gushing her full of creamy jizz. Grinding his groin against 
her clit sent her into another fit of orgasm and she hugged his shoulders 
tightly until his ejaculation was reduced to a mere trickle. 

Slowly, Gina's eyes settled into focus and she pushed him away, almost 
rougly. "Get your prick out of my pussy, Skip," she whispered fondly. "Pull 
out your cock and let me sit forward in my chair. Ohhhh, lovely beautiful 
cunt-punching cock," she smiled gratefully, seizing his prick at the base 
and diving her mouth onto the knob. 

Slowly, growling possessively, she forced her face forward, fucking all of 
his massive cock into her mouth. 

Gina knew he wouldn't cum again so soon, but it was so enchanting, having 
such a handsome young prick to suck and fuck her mouth on. When her daughter 
perched on the arm of the chair and picked up Skip's balls, Gina pushed her 
hand away. 

"Beat it-and I don't mean his cock," her mother snarled, not truly angered. 
"Just go sit someplace else; I know how to tend a beautiful cock; I'll do 
the cocksucking and jacking him off and milking his cute set of balls." 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

With an over-the-shoulder look at her mother sucking Skip's cock, Stephanie 
took Kitty's hand. "Let's go upstairs. I want you to meet and fuck my 
brother, Hank." 

Stephanie stopped outside Hank's room. "Why don't you-we-get ready so Hank 
will meet all of youus-at once." Kitty's brow wrinkled, then she understood. 
And both stripped quickly and prowled into the boy's room, stark naked, 
holding their titties in their hands. 

"This is Kitty, Hank. Kitty he is my brother. He has a nice cock, too. I 
know, I just sucked it a little while ago," Steve said smugly whipped off 
the sheet and picked up her brother's prick, bent and sucked the head until 
the shaft began to thicken and stiffen. 

"Steve," Hank said huskily, face red. He peered at his sister as she blew 
his prick, then his gaze swung to Kitty's tall nude body, the jutting tits, 
the profuse bush of red curls across her Venus pillow. 

"Want to give me a nice fucking, Hank?" Kitty winked. She bent over him, 
kissed his dry, nervous lips, lifted one of his hands to cup her feverish, 
tumescent boobie. 

"Mom?" the youth managed dumbly. 

"Don't worry about her," Stephanie gurgled. "She's down in the living room 
sucking on Skip's cock. You'll meet Skip later, but right now he's fucking 
mom and they're eating each other. Boy, can mom ever suck and swallow 
prick!" 

Hank moaned with regret when his sister let his wet prick slip from her 
mouth, let his cock flop moistly on his flat, hard belly. "Don't be such a 
grouch; you will have lots of chances for me to suck your cock and to fuck 
my pussy. But Kitty won't be here too long, so let her get her pussy worked 
on with your pretty prick." 

Kitty stood, looked at him seriously, coyly. "Don't you want to screw me, 
Hank? I'd love to have your prick up between my legs, diddle-doodling my 
cunny. And I love to go down on cock, too, and will suck you after you make 
my pussy blast." 

She got on the bed with him. "Can you move over, then roll on top of me? I 
like it shoved up me from behind, but I like to look in my lover's face 
while we're fucking and I like to have my tits squeezed and be able to kiss 
and suck tongues while I get diddled." 

"I managed it with mom, got on top of her and we fucked," Hank said, a 
boldness growing in him. And he struggled over her, maneuvering his 
cast-encased leg. 

Kitty, eager to assist, lined up his cock with her slot, put the head, fat 
and burning, at her opening. "Okay! Shove with your ass and ram your cock in 
my hot, tight pussy!" 

With a grunt and a snort, Hank hunched and Kitty's back bowed as he 
penetrated her, shafting his sex-bone into her body. Her legs flipped into 
the air, getting every last fraction of an inch of his pulsing prick. 

Kitty whimpered and winced as he levered his prick, forcing it against the 
rubbery nub of her cervix. Then she smiled as the huge knob slid past and he 
began fucking her with the eagerness of youth-plus his expanding prick. 

She drew her legs far back, reached around the curve of her ass and tickled 
his swaying balls with the tips of her fingers. "Loooovely," she cooed, 
rocking her body so she was curving her snatch to his inward plunges. 

"Make my hole smoke," she moaned, passion getting out of hand. "Pound the 
prick to my pussy and make me cum, Hank," she begged, making her sex-muscles 
squeeze his pistoning cock. 

"Say some naughty words to me, Hank; they make me hot and bothered," Kitty 
coaxed. "Tell me what you're doing to me-what else you're going to do what 
you're going to make me do to you." 

Hank huffed and snorted, then he gathered his breath. "I'm fucking my cock 
in your pussy." 

"Wonderful!" Kitty praised. "Tell me more dirty, sexy words." 

"I'm shoving my cock in you to the balls," he said, tentatively, searching 
for words. "I'm gonna stick it up your ass and cornhole you." 

"Fantastic!" Kitty yelped. "I can hardly wait; I love having my butt fucked 
full of cock. More!" 

"After I fuck you in the cunt and up the asshole, I'm gonna make you suck me 
off," Hank gathered courage and boldness. 

"Will you suck and tongue and eat out my pussy? I love having my twat 
licked," Kitty encouraged. 

"Yeah! Then I'll fuck your pussy again and cornhole your ass and make you 
scream." He seemed to run out of words and seemed satisfied to fuck her 
pussy full of his burgeoning cock. 

Kitty screamed-and she didn't fake it. He had her going, had her pussy 
exploding, exuding a cock-blistering juice that caused the boy to groan and 
whine. 

As if in a distance, she heard a scream. 

"That was mom," Stephanie said. "I bet Skip got her down on the floor and 
shoved his big prick in her asshole." 

A telephone rang annoyingly. But Stephanie got up from the foot of the bed 
where she had been perching, watching her brother fuck his huge cock into 
Kitty's snatch. 

"I better get that," and she scampered away, her titties bobbing. "You two 
just keep on fucking," she called back cheerfully from the head of the 
stairs. 

"Yes," Kitty agreed, slowly coming out of her climax and kissing Hank's 
sweat-streaked face. "Let's just keep on fucking. Can you get your hands on 
my boobies and love them a little?" 

When he grabbed a handful of tit in each fist, she purred, "Uuummm, yes, 
like that! I love having them squeezed while I get my cunt fucked." 

Far away, mutedly, she heard Steve, "Go, Skip, go! Shove the cock up my 
mother." 

By the time Stephanie returned, Kitty had climaxed again and Hank had jizzed 
her pussy and she had planted his prick in her asshole for a cum-round of 
cornholing. She had her legs folded over his shoulders so he had a clear 
shot at her rectum and was plowing her butt hole full of cock. 

"That's what mom's getting now," Steve nodded, nonchalantly, sitting at the 
foot of the bed again, watching her brother fuck Kitty's guts full of prick. 
"Skip has her down on all-fours in the middle of the living room and is 
fucking her into a screaming animal in the asshole." 

She lifted her brother's balls out of the way so she could see his prick 
plundering Kitty's distorted bowels and anus. "Oh, that telephone call was 
from Grandma Bea. She wanted to know if we had gotten here yet, or were 
taking our time, fucking away the miles." 

"What did you tell her?" Kitty gasped, eyes blinking as she savored the 
elegant ecstasy of having her asshole fucked. 

"I told her about the trip down and that everyone was fucking now, except 
me. But I told her I'd sucked off Hank's prick shortly after we got here and 
he ate out my cunny." 

Stephanie laughed softly, gloatingly. "She wants to know when Hank and I can 
come and visit her. And she wants to know when you and Skip will be back. 
She said she can hardly wait for him-wants to give him a sweet blow-job, 
have him lick her pussy and give her another double-hole fuck." 

Kitty didn't reply, her face solemn. "Just listen to that music," she said 
happily. "I just love the soft, ploppy sound of a cock pumping in a pussy or 
up an asshole. Don't you, Steve?" 

"Sounds are nice," the young girl said. "But I much prefer how it feels, a 
prick fucking my cunt and cornholing my butt." 

Hank stiffened in protest as his sister began licking his bag. "Go 'way, 
Sis," he said bitchily. But when she succeeded in getting one of his nuts in 
her mouth and began sucking on it, he resumed cornholing Kitty and didn't 
complain again. 

"Do you like doing this, Hank?" Kitty whined. "Do you like fucking pussies 
and assholes?" 

He muttered something unintelligible, but quickened his strokes of cock in 
her butt hole. "Yes, we both love it." She strained to keep from slamming 
into a rectal orgasm, figuring if she did, she wilt into a weak mass of 
flesh, helpless. And he would just keep on cornholing her until he shot his 
flood of cum in her guts. 

And what if he finished by peeing in her bowels? She'd had guys flush her 
guts full of piss in the past. Nasty? Not to her-but it always orgasm-sapped 
her 'til she wasn't worth a fuck or a suck for hours. 

To take her mind off the relentless race toward climaxing, she asked 
Stephanie, "What on earth are you doing? I can't see anything of you but 
part of your nakedness." 

Steve blubbered and slurped for a minute. "I'm just sucking on one of my 
brother's tasty nuts." 

Kitty gritted her teeth, fighting against the inevitable asshole-orgasm. "I 
wish there was a way for you to suck his balls and sit on my face so I could 
eat your sweet, delicious hair-pie, Steve. Or I wish that Skip was here so 
he could fuck my mouth and I could have a tonsil-cum." 

Without warning, Hank plugged her asshole completely and shot a stream of 
liquid fire into her belly. Kitty wailed in surprise and with pleasure, let 
herself go and joined him in a joint orgasm. Dimly, she could see her toes 
curl beyond her shoulders as the passionate enchantment raced all through 
her body. 

He blasted jizz from his hosing cock for such a long time that Kitty thought 
he was pissing in her bowels and she would have difficulty getting to the 
bathroom to let it out. "You peeing in me?" she asked weakly. 

"Hunh-unh-unh-unh. Nooooo," he sobbed, "I'm just cummmmming jizz in your 
butt." 

"A lot of jizz," Kitty said petulantly, still not absolutely sure. "But it's 
heavenly, Hank. Just give me some more fuck-punches up the ass before you 
uncork my ass." 

"Mama just fuck-screamed again," Stephanie said casually. 

Gina's voice came sharply to the second floor of the house. "Skip! What are 
you doing? How can you be fucking me in both holes? Oh, God! you are! You're 
screwing my ass and my pussy!" 

"Skip went out and got your gizmo and is giving her a double-hole fuck-job," 
Stephanie laughed softly. 

Kitty was still lying on her back, Hank lay beside her and Steve had brought 
a wet washcloth from the bathroom, was cleaning his prick when a splitting 
scream erupted below. 

Skip! 

"My God," Kitty gasped, struggling off the bed. Stephanie was just a step 
behind as they bolted naked down the stairs. The youth screamed again, in a 
tone of agony. 

They stopped at the entry to the living room. Gina was like an obsessed 
animal. She was on top of the frail youngster, sitting on his head while she 
gobbled furiously on his cock. 

Kitty tried to push her off, but she remained astride the boy, sucking his 
cock as if trying to consume him. She growled like a beast as she fucked and 
sucked his poor, swollen prick. 

Kitty could see the deluge of jizz Gina had retained in her snatch oozing 
from the thick, hairy lips onto Skip's mouth and he was swallowing and 
tonguing away the pearly scum. 

But his prick was what was being tortured by the tall woman's wild mouth and 
tongue. He tried to shrink his butt away; then, his hips began working and 
he howled again. She had brought him out and he was again shooting cum from 
his tormented column of flesh. 

At last Gina flopped off the helpless boy and lay naked and obscene on the 
floor, gasping and licking flecks of jizz from her lips. Both were spent. 

Kitty and Skip left Pocatello about midnight. She pulled off the Interstate 
on an isolated side road near American Falls to spend the rest of the night. 

She reached for his cock and balls and he started crying. "Please, Kit, not 
any more tonight. My peter hurts and is so swollen. Please, don't suck it 
any more tonight, or make me fuck you. Please?" 

Kitty rolled against him, hugged her to him, just held his cock and balls 
loosely in her hand. "You poor baby," she cooed. "All right, I want use your 
poor prick tonight. But when we get to Cascade again, I want to stop for a 
couple of hours-there is an old maid friend that I want you to screw. 

"And Bea called and is eager for you to get back to McCall. She's crazy to 
suck you again and wants some more double-fucking. Now, you go to sleep, 
poor Skip-baby." 


THE END
