The Family's Forbidden Fun
by Karen Charles


FOREWORD 

There has been much talk lately about the disappearance from American 
society of the extended family--the family in which parents and children 
live closely with aunts and uncles, cousins and grandparents, helping each 
other and sharing their whole lives. The author, in this book, has tried to 
portray an example of a modem extended family which shares even more than 
the old-fashioned kind. It is intended as a comedic approach to the 
situation, but it has serious undertones as well. 

Perhaps the character best able to understand the actions of the members of 
the Peters family, on vacation at the old homestead, is Sally, a young 
psychiatric social worker from New York. Her training in the habits and 
foible of humans makes it easy for her to see just what each of the members 
of her large family is seeking. 

For each one is seeking something: Joyce and Frank want to find an easy way 
to let their children know that their 'swinging' life is really acceptable; 
Timmy, their son, is trying to prove his manhood; Susie, their daughter, is 
looking for sexual knowledge and experience. Clara and Harry are both 
seeking satisfaction away from their unresponsive partners, and Sally is 
simply asking for a break in her daily work routine. 

The author has described the events of the summer from the viewpoints of the 
various women involved, from the twelve-year-old girls indulging in sexual 
experimentation to their aunt, a woman whose husband has rejected her for 
twenty-three years. For it has always been the woman in the family who has 
taken the initiative to bring about changes in her family and its members, 
changes that are often so subtle that the man thinks, in the end, that it 
was his idea. 

This idea is developed in the character of Jason, whose wife had the courage 
to throw away years of wrong advice from an out-of-date doctor and seek to 
cure her man through her own brand of home-grown therapy, a therapy which 
does more for the unfortunate man in five minutes than was done by the 
doctors in years of treatment. Sally, too, takes a bold approach when 
confronted by a teenager's confusion, and brings him a new trust in himself. 

Each member of the Peters family finds a new and different side of his or 
her personality in this story of a simple summer vacation, and the unfolding 
of their personal stories makes entertaining reading, as well as providing 
an insight into one person's concept of today's extended family. 

 -THE PUBLISHERS 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Sally smiled up at the man sitting across the table from her, a twinkle in 
her bright blue eyes. "Yes, Mike," she said, "It was a nice vacation." She 
realized she'd been daydreaming again as Mike's hand on her shoulder and his 
voice in her ear brought her back to the present. They had just finished her 
"welcome home" dinner in Mike's apartment and he was ready to get on with 
the after-dinner activities. He took her wineglass from her and pulled out 
her chair as she moved gracefully from the table to the couch. He felt an 
aching in his loins just watching her cross the room, the movement of her 
long legs and gently rounded ass showing through the thin fabric of her long 
skirt. She sat down, crossing her legs and settling her skirt in folds over 
them. One arm flung carelessly along the back of the couch, Sally patted the 
seat next to her and looked at Mike invitingly. 

She watched him cross the room to stand in front of her, admiring his lithe 
body. At twenty-five, two years older than Sally, he was tall and 
proportioned like a football player with broad shoulders and narrow waist 
and small, round behind. She knew his shirt covered a thick mat of curly 
black hair, almost as thick as the hair on his head. His brown eyes swept 
appreciatively over her, lingering on her breasts and thighs and sending a 
tingle up her spine. 

"Damn," he thought, "It's been a long two weeks." Oh, he'd gone out a couple 
of times while she was gone, but the girls he'd picked up compared to Sally 
like hamburger to filet mignon. He and Sally had been seeing each other for 
several months now, and he was sure she was pretty faithful to him, but he 
had a feeling she'd met someone else on her vacation; several times during 
the evening her attention had wandered and she'd gotten a dreamy look in her 
eyes. He meant to bring her back for good and make her forget anyone she 
might have met. And he knew just the way to do that... 

He kneeled in front of Sally, saying, "Let me take your shoes off so you'll 
be more comfortable," as he deftly removed her sandals. Thank God she hadn't 
bothered to wear stockings! Her legs were smooth and tan as he let his lips 
and hands play over her ankles, then her calves and up to her thighs, 
caressing and nibbling her warm flesh, sending little shudders through her 
body. With a soft moan Sally relaxed farther into the soft cushions, 
uncrossing her legs as Mike lifted her diaphanous skirt to reveal a pair of 
very brief pink lace bikinis with little tufts of curly blonde fuzz peeking 
out around the elastic. He spread her legs wide apart, running his thumb 
along the crotch of her panties. He wasn't surprised to find them already 
wet. He knew his Sally was a highly-sexed woman. She wriggled under his 
touch making little noises of pleasure, and as she moved he inhaled the 
scent of her juicy cunt, sweet and musky. The odor sent a tingle through his 
belly all the way down to his balls, and he felt his prick stiffen. He began 
to undo the buttons that had held her dress closed to just below the crotch, 
revealing her flat belly and slim waist that curved out to form her firmly 
rounded buttocks. Slipping his hands under her bottom he grasped her panties 
and she raised herself slightly to allow him to pull them off, running his 
broad hands over her hips and down her legs as he did. His hands returned to 
her creamy thighs as he studied the glorious blonde bush that covered her 
moist slit. His thumbs were making small circles on her thighs, working 
their way up through the curly jungle to the top of her mound, then suddenly 
they stabbed into her vulva and landed directly on her joy button, caressing 
and rubbing it until it stood proud and erect. Sally's breath was coming in 
small gasps now as feelings of joy swept through her body, and Mike knew his 
stiffening cock wanted to be free of its restraining bonds. With one hand 
working her slit he managed to unfasten his pants and work them, along with 
his shorts, down to his knees. His cock stood out stiff and hard, throbbing 
gently as his pulse raced. When he brought his face close to her steaming 
cunt he could feel the heat rising from her as he spread her lips wide and 
began licking her with long laps of his broad tongue. He pressed his pulsing 
member into the edge of the couch as Sally brought her legs up over his 
shoulders, clasping his head convulsively with her thighs. Her gasps had 
given way to long, low moaning, "Lick me all up, Mike! Suck it, suck it as 
hard as you can!" He renewed his attack on her rigid bud, tonguing and 
sucking it until it seemed he would swallow it whole. Two of his fingers 
snaked their way into her quivering hole and he thrust them in and out, 
slowly at first then faster and faster until Sally began to scream, "I'm so 
close--I'm so close- faster--faster-I'm... cumming!" she ended in a wail. 
Her breath came in ragged gasps as her body bucked and heaved against his 
face. Before she could stop trembling Mike withdrew his fingers and, 
standing up to lean against the couch he was on her, her legs still dangling 
over his shoulders. His prick jabbed into her with all its force, thrusting 
her deeper into the cushions. She hadn't recovered from her first orgasm 
when another was upon her, making her sob with ecstasy. He moved into her a 
few more times, then pulled his glistening cock out of her and sank to the 
couch by her side. 

"Oh, Mike, don't stop," Sally pleaded, grabbing his hand and pushing it down 
to her tingling box. "Don't worry, baby," caressing her slippery twat, 
"We've only just started." 

With that he leaned over to remove his shoes and pants and stood up to peel 
off his shirt. He took her hand to help her stand up and, turning her back 
to him he helped her out of her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra, so he 
stopped to fondle her breasts, pinching and teasing the dusky nipples until 
they stood out hard. Mike thought her breasts were the most beautiful he'd 
ever seen, heavy and full, but firm and slightly tilted. She arched her back 
and thrust her yearning tits forward into his hands, letting her dress fall 
in a heap beside his pants. She loved the feel of his hands on her heaving 
mounds, but it seemed he had something else in mind. Placing his hands just 
below her jutting breasts on either side of her body he half-carried, half 
pushed her into the bedroom. She could feel his swollen cock, still sticky 
from her love-juices, digging into her ass, so she wiggled it from side to 
side, leaning back against his body. 

"You little vixen," he muttered, "you sure are hot tonight! Well, I'm going 
to fuck you like it's never been done to you before!" He stopped by the side 
of his waterbed and turned her to face him. 

Before Sally could reply she felt his mouth burning into hers, his arms 
surrounding her and their bodies melting into each other. Sally wanted him 
to crush her as her breasts flattened against his chest and his thick cock 
rubbed her belly. She lifted one long leg and wrapped it around his waist, 
letting his searching tool find its way to her dripping slit, moving back 
and forth over her swollen cunt lips and sensitive clit. Mike's tongue was 
moving in her mouth like fire, then on her eyes, her cheeks, her shoulders, 
always returning to her hungry lips. He grasped her other leg and, lifting 
her, lowered both of them to the bed. They rolled together and apart, trying 
to hold onto each other and laughing as the waterbed adjusted to their 
movements. Then Mike was on hands and knees next to Sally, his face buried 
in the valley between her luscious tits. He licked each one from the base to 
the nipple then settled down to nibble and suck them like a baby. "Oh, Mike, 
I can feel that all the way down in my cunt," she exclaimed, and Mike 
redoubled his efforts. One hand found its way to her crotch just as she was 
reaching for his rod. She turned her head to look at it and gasped at the 
size of it. It had never been that big before! It seemed to have a life of 
its own, this red, pulsing prick, the veins sticking out purple and the 
mushroom-shaped head oozing drops of juice. She knew then that Mike was very 
hot for her! 

Sally wanted to return some of the favors he had been showing her. She 
inched her way closer to his turgid organ and Mike, sensing what she had in 
mind, obliged her by straddling her face. Sally looked up at his throbbing 
cock and saw it was still glistening with thick strings of her cum, some of 
her blonde hairs sticking to it. She inhaled the heady fragrance of his sex 
mingled with hers, when she could no longer contain herself. Reaching up 
greedily she grasped his manhood in both hands, working the skin up and 
down, cupping one hand over the swelling head and squeezing the shaft with 
the other. She brought the round head to her lips and let it rest there for 
a moment. Then her tongue flashed out and covered it with little hot licks. 
Mike groaned above her, then shifted his body so he could administer the 
same treatment to her. Sally smiled with delight when she felt his tongue on 
her clit once more; this was one of her favorite kinds of sex. Soon she had 
his whole rod in her mouth, sucking it and wrapping her tongue around it as 
she moved her head back and forth. She found that if she gave her head a 
little twist just as she was going over the head of Mike's prick, he would 
groan in ecstasy, and everytime he groaned it sent vibrations through her 
love button. Mike began sucking the juices out of her box with his tongue, 
faster and faster, sending shudders throughout her whole body. As her own 
excitement heightened she worked his member harder and faster, whipping her 
head around as she felt the delicious tension starting in her thighs and 
rising up through her whole pelvic area that meant she would cum soon. She 
knew Mike was almost there too, by the way his cock stiffened and swelled 
even more in her mouth. She was moaning loudly now though she wasn't even 
aware of it. Just as her moans of joy turned to screams as her orgasm hit, 
exploding through her body, Mike exploded too, shooting streams of hot cum 
into her throat. Sally gasped and swallowed though it seemed he would never 
stop cumming. Her body was going through its own private ecstasy, 
intensified by the way Mike kept licking and sucking her clit even as he was 
cumming. After a few minutes they were both quiet, and Mike tumbled off 
Sally's body and worked his way around so they were side-by-side again. 

They held each other lightly, kissing gently for a few minutes until Mike 
felt Sally's warm hand on his still-hard cock. 

"Mike, I--uh--don't understand," she said softly. "You're still hard as a 
rock! But I know you came--I must have swallowed a gallon of it!" 

"I don't understand it either, honey," he replied. "But it sure would be a 
shame to let a good thing like that go to waste, now, wouldn't it?" 

"Oh, I could never allow that!" she giggled. "Let's see what I can do with 
it." 

With those words she scrambled to her knees and straddled his body, settling 
herself gently down on his magical hard-on. "Oh, that does fill me up quite 
well! You don't know how much I love to have your beautiful, hard, thick, 
juicy cock all the way up my hungry cunt!" she breathed. She sat straight up 
on his rigid pole and reached one hand back to fondle his balls. When the 
grin on Mike's face turned to a look of surprised pleasure she began to 
slowly pump herself up and down on his cock. She played and teased him like 
a little girl, jiggling fast from side to side, making her fleshy tits 
bounce on her chest, then rising up on her knees until her cunt-lips almost 
lost their grasp on his shiny rod and lowering herself quickly, taking it 
into her body as deep as she could. But when Mike reached down and started 
rubbing her love button she quit fooling around and got down to the business 
at hand. 

Leaning forward and supporting herself on her hands, Sally moved her pelvis 
in a figure eight motion that she knew would drive him crazy. Slowly at 
first, still teasing a little, she quickened her pace when her own banked 
fires began to burn more fiercely. Still massaging her clit with one hand, 
Mike grabbed at her swinging breasts with the other. The wrinkled nipples 
were standing out hard and straight and he twisted and pinched them as his 
own excitement mounted. He raised his face to Sally's in a long, 
cliff-hanging kiss that made both of them hotter and hotter. Mike was 
writhing now, matching Sally move for move, as he broke away from their 
kiss, moaning "I'm going to cum, I'm going to shoot my wad into your hot 
cunt! I'm going to fill you up! Oh, my god, Sally. You're so good. You're so 
good... " His words triggered something deep inside Sally's body and her own 
screams drowned him out as she cried, "Oh, Jesus, Mike, fucking you feels... 
so... ah... ahh... AAagh I'm cumming! Fuck me--fuck me--fuck me crazy!" 

She could feel Mike groaning beneath her and she felt his hot jism plunging 
deep into her body, shooting and shooting for what seemed like hours! They 
were both shaking and exhausted when, a few minutes later, Sally collapsed 
onto the bed next to Mike, murmuring his name, "Oh, Mike, Mike, that was the 
best ever... 

He smiled at her, convinced she had forgotten anyone else. But now he was 
curious, and asked her teasingly, "Now do you want to tell me about your 
vacation?" 

CHAPTER TWO 

Sally left the house after lunch to go for a walk. Wandering through the 
bright August sun of Southern Ohio, she thought to herself how glad she was 
to be here and not in New York where she worked. It was the second day of 
her vacation on her family's farm, a sprawling, hilly farm that had been in 
the Peters family for generations. Her father Jason had grown up here before 
he married a local girl and moved to town to work for her father. He had 
been in a car accident not long after, and had suffered brain damage. His 
older brother, Harry, who ran the farm with his wife Ruth, had brought Jason 
and his new bride Clara, already pregnant with Sally, back to live on the 
farm. He had built them a small house of their own away from the farm house. 
Sally was born there and had lived there for eighteen years when she left 
home to go to college. That was five years ago, she thought as she passed 
the little cottage, and I still think of it as home. 

She meandered down the path past the field where the small herd of dairy 
cows grazed lazily in the afternoon heat, welcoming the shade of the fruit 
trees as she entered the orchard. This place is a haven for a lot of the 
Peters family, she thought when she noticed her young cousin Timmy sitting 
under a peach tree looking glum. Timmy, fifteen, had been getting into some 
scrapes in the small suburb of Los Angeles where he lived with his family. 
His father Frank, the third Peters brother, thought Timmy's troubles were 
caused by the rough kids he had been hanging around with, and he felt that a 
few months away from them would do Timmy a world of good. Sally agreed with 
his diagnosis; as a psychiatric social worker, she had seen many similar 
cases. She knew Timmy wasn't a bad kid and it seemed the six weeks he'd 
spent on the farm had agreed with him. 

She studied him now, noticing how much he had grown since she had last seen 
him, at Christmas time. He was already tall, almost six foot, with a slender 
agile body. He wore his straight blond hair a little below his ears, but she 
guessed he'd had to cut it before coming East. He had seemed happy enough 
the few times she had seen him since her arrival, but something was 
obviously bothering him now. In her work Sally had talked to quite a few 
unhappy young kids and she knew if she asked Timmy what was wrong he'd 
probably just say, "Nothing." So trying an indirect approach, she walked 
almost past him, stopping in mock surprise when she saw him. 

"Why, Timmy, hello!" she said gaily. "I didn't even see you sitting there. I 
haven't had a chance to talk to you yet since I got here." 

"Oh, hi, Sally," he smiled up at her, his green eyes meeting her blue ones. 
"Yeah, Uncle Harry's been keeping me pretty busy. I sorta sneaked away this 
afternoon to--uh--think about something." His brow wrinkled again as he 
thought about his problem. He had always liked his cousin and he didn't mind 
her intrusion now. She was easy to talk to and in the last few years he had 
begun to realize how pretty she was. He watched her now out of the comer of 
his eyes as she sat down on the grass facing him, tossing her long golden 
hair over her shoulder. She moved easily with an animal grace as he took in 
the picture of her long tan legs rising to the shortest of shorts. She 
crossed her legs tailor fashion and leaned her elbows on her knees, cupping 
her chin in her hands. As she leaned forward her firm, braless tits swung 
loose in her knit tank-top, and Timmy could see right down the front of it 
to the swelling at the top of her beautiful breasts. He blushed a little as 
he felt his prick stiffen with desire. She was his cousin! The faint 
tingling in his balls brought his mind back to his troubles, and he blurted 
out, "Sally, can I talk to you about something, something real important?" 

Looking at his troubled face she realized the boy was scared, and she hoped 
he hadn't gotten into some kind of trouble here, too. "Sure, Timmy," she 
said slowly. "I'll try to help you if I can." 

The boy was silent for a few minutes, toying with a blade of grass and 
trying to work up his courage. Then, stumbling at first, he told Sally his 
story. 

"Well, see, I went to this dance in town last night, at the high school. 
They have them a couple of times a month but last night was the first one 
I've gone to. I guess I was too shy to go before, not knowing anyone. But 
one of the guys from the farm down the road said he'd take me and introduce 
me to the kids. Anyway, there was this girl there--boy, was she pretty. She 
seemed to like me, a lot of the girls did, I guess 'cause I was someone new 
and from California and all. But this one girl--Ginny--danced with me a 
lot." He paused, gazing into the distance, remembering how good it felt when 
they had danced to a slow song and Ginny had pressed her body hard against 
his. His face clouded again and he went on. 

"Well, pretty late in the evening these two guys showed up--Ralph Zimmerman 
and Fred Hodges. They're older, nineteen or so, and they were pretty drunk. 
Ralph saw Ginny and me dancing and they came over and started talking to 
Ginny but she just ignored them. So they got mad and grabbed me and started 
to drag me away. Gosh, was I scared! They were a lot bigger than me and they 
were acting really crazy. They forced me to go outside with them and pushed 
me down to the end of the parking lot. Ralph started talking about how Ginny 
was his girl and that no out-of-town punk was going to cut in on his time. 
Then he got really mad and said if Ginny wouldn't fuck him he'd have to take 
second best and he was going to teach me a lesson and a lot of other crazy 
stuff. Then they took off my pants and leaned me over the hood of a car 
and--well--they--they raped me." Timmy ended quietly and stared at the 
ground. 

Sally was at a loss. She'd never had to handle anything like this before! 
She waited for him to go on and soon he did. 

"That's not the worst of it," he continued, so low she could barely hear 
him. "What really bothers me is that I--I liked it!" Turning a stricken face 
to Sally he cried out, "I'm afraid I'm gonna be a queer the rest of my life! 
What can I do?" 

What can I do?" 

Sally breathed a sigh of relief. So that was it! She reached out and covered 
Timmy's hands with her own. "Don't worry about it, Timmy," she reassured 
him. "It's OK. Almost everybody has an experience like yours sometime, yours 
was just more violent than most. But there's nothing wrong with enjoying a 
sexual experience, and just because it was with a man doesn't mean it didn't 
feel good. Do you see what I mean?" 

"I--I think so," he answered slowly. "You mean--just because it happened 
once doesn't mean it has to happen again, right?" 

"That's right, Timmy. Let me ask you a question. Do you like to look at 
pictures of naked women?" Sally asked. 

"Yeah, sometimes," he answered, blushing. "But I feel funny about it now." 

"Funny in what way?" she wanted to know. "Well, I feel like it wouldn't be 
right for me to be with a woman knowing I like being with a man," he 
replied. 

"Timmy, have you ever been with a woman?" she asked gently. 

Timmy was quiet. "Well, no, not really... " Sally smiled at him. "Would you 
like to be?" 

"Y-yes, but... " Before he could say more, Sally exclaimed, laughing, "I'll 
tell you what, Tim. I'll take my clothes off and you take a good long look 
at me. If that doesn't get you homy I guess you are queer!" With that she 
straightened up and, chuckling at the confused look on his face, took off 
her tank-top. Timmy couldn't believe it! He'd often wanted to see his 
gorgeous cousin naked, and now she was offering him much more than just a 
look! He felt his young cock growing hard as she lifted her shirt from the 
bottom and let it catch on her protruding breasts, then with a slight yank 
she set them free. Timmy gasped when he saw the creamy mounds fall from 
their restraints and bounce on her chest. 

Sally knew her tits were beautiful, fleshy and round with slightly tilted 
nipples. She tossed her shirt to one side, leaning back on her hands, her 
legs still crossed in front of her. Arching her back, she made her boobs jut 
out even more and she looked down and saw that her nipples were still soft, 
brownish-pink against the white of her smooth skin. "Timmy, why don't you 
see if you can make my nipples get hard?" she suggested. 

"B-but I don't know how," he stuttered, feeling very young and 
inexperienced. 

"Well, how do you think it should be done?" she teased him. For all her 
kidding around, Sally could feel herself growing excited at the thought of 
turning her young cousin on to the joys of sex. She'd never had such a young 
virgin before, and knowing he was her cousin made it all the more exciting. 
What would their parents say if they could see them now? She smiled at the 
thought, watching Timmy screw up his courage to touch her. 

Gingerly he reached out and put his fingertips lightly on her breast. He 
stroked it gently, barely touching it. "It won't break, Timmy," she reminded 
him as he looked at her questioningly. 

Kneeling directly in front of her, Timmy took both her luscious mounds in 
his sweaty hands. They felt wonderful, like nothing he'd ever held before. 
Soft and warm and yielding, but firm. He flattened one against her chest, 
seeing it bulge out around his hand and grinning when he let it go suddenly 
and it bounced out, the heavy flesh quivering. He caressed them gently, then 
squeezed and kneaded them, pinching and twisting the nipples until they 
stood erect. They were longer than any he had ever seen in magazines, hard 
and wrinkled like two raisins. As he manipulated them Sally's breathing 
became heavy and her eyes closed. He moved his hands over her body, down her 
smooth sides and over her flat belly, wondering at the satiny softness of 
her skin, then back up to her waiting tits. 

Suddenly Sally felt not a hand but a tongue on her nipple, twirling around 
the rigid tip and lapping at her breast. Timmy began sucking, taking the 
nipple deep into his mouth and holding her breast with both hands, milking 
it, first one then the other. She was barely able to stand the intense 
pleasure her cousin was giving her and, shifting her weight, she brought one 
hand up to stroke his neck, winding her fingers in his hair and pushing his 
face harder into her breasts. He slowly stopped sucking and pulling his head 
back, grinned at her. "Is that OK?" he asked, laughing. 

Sally couldn't answer, only nod her head and sink backwards onto the grass 
uncrossing her legs and putting them on either side of Timmy's. She raised 
her head and looked down the length of her body, noticing how the sun 
glistened on her tits, wet from Timmy's hungry mouth, and her eyes found the 
bulge she expected to see in Timmy's tight jeans. It was larger than she had 
expected, and she knew she had to see it. 

"Timmy," she whispered, a gleam in her eyes, "What's that big thing in your 
pants? Careful, don't let it get away!" 

On to her game, Timmy cautiously unfastened his belt and unzipped his jeans 
and fumbled with his shorts, pulling out a thick, stubby tool. "It's not 
very long," he apologized, but Sally could already see that what it lacked 
in length it made up for in thickness. She had seen few cocks like that on 
grown men, and Timmy was only fifteen. 

"Timmy, I can't see it very well from so far away. Why don't you bring that 
beautiful thing up closer where I can really get a good look at it?" she 
suggested. 

"I think that can be arranged," he answered. He stood up and had shoved his 
pants and shorts down around his ankles when he realized he had forgotten to 
take off his shoes. He hopped around from one foot to the other, trying to 
get them off, while Sally laughed at the spectacle of her young cousin, 
hopping around like a kangaroo, his stiff rod bobbing up and down. "Is that 
the way they dance in California? No wonder Ginny liked you!" she giggled, 
and Timmy turned bright red. Finally his pants were off and he removed his 
T-shirt and stood directly over her face, looking down at her body, her 
generous tits still shaking with laughter. 

Sally was delighted at the way he was so uninhibited now that he'd gotten 
over his fear. She gazed at his hard cock, glad that she would be the first 
to savor its juices and feel it burrowing its way into her body. Just 
thinking about it made her squirm in anticipation as she felt her crotch 
getting warm and moist. Seeing her wriggling below him he said in his best 
delivery-boy voice, "I've got this here salami you ordered, ma'am. Would you 
like to eat it here or save it for later?" 

Sally pondered it seriously, then replied, "I'll start on it here if you 
don't mind and if there's any left I'll finish it later." 

She reached up and put her hands behind his knees, pulling until he knelt, 
straddling her face. She could already smell the musky odor of sweat and sex 
coming from his stiff organ as she urged him to bring it closer to her face. 
He gladly obliged and she held his throbbing cock in both hands, unable to 
encircle it with one. Running her hands back and forth along the stubby 
shaft she guided the soft head to her waiting lips. She squeezed it with her 
lips, reveling in the spongy feel of the silken knub. Her tongue probed into 
the tiny slit, licking up his oozing juices, then wrapped itself around and 
around the head as she opened her mouth as wide as she could to take the 
whole thing. She loved the taste of his virgin prick, salty and slightly 
bitter. She could hardly fit it into her mouth! Her jaws were aching 
already, but Sally was determined to take all she could. At last she felt 
his balls slap against her cheek and she inhaled his salty aroma. 

Timmy was groaning as she clamped her lips about the shaft and began to move 
her head, his bulging prick sliding in and out and her burning tongue 
seeking out every surface of it. Sally felt his hand on her crotch, rubbing 
through the fabric then working to undo the zipper. She was glad she hadn't 
worn panties that morning! She didn't want anything to stand between Timmy's 
probing fingers and her hungry cunt! She lifted her ass off the ground just 
enough for him to remove her shorts and kicked them to one side. She spread 
her legs wide as Timmy lowered his eager mouth to her steaming slit, lifting 
her pelvis to meet him. She felt his tongue probing her wet vulva and gasped 
each time it touched her sensitive button. Soon he got the idea and began 
licking it energetically. Two of his fingers found their way through her 
golden undergrowth to the mouth of her cave and plunged in and out, 
massaging her cunt and making her writhe with pleasure. 

By now both of them were moaning and Timmy had begun to work his fevered 
dick in and out of Sally's mouth. She was amazed at his staying power, 
unusual in a young boy and especially so his first time. But Timmy knew he 
wanted to fuck his beautiful cousin, to sink his rigid cock deep into her 
cunt and hear her moan with delight, and he was doing all he could to hold 
out. His face was buried deep in her box, almost drowning him with her 
profuse lubrication. His fingers still pumped her while he sucked on the 
hard little knob that gave her so much pleasure. He knew by the way she was 
moving against him that she was very hot and almost ready to cum. The hotter 
she got the faster and harder she sucked on his swollen member, and he knew 
he couldn't last much longer! He redoubled his efforts on her rigid bud and 
was soon rewarded by her deep, shuddering sighs and a tightening around his 
fingers. Then she exploded, throwing her arms around her buttocks and 
pushing his cock even farther into her mouth as she heaved and bucked into 
his face in ecstasy. 

Timmy kept licking her pulsing cunt as he untangled himself from her grasp 
and withdrew his prick, throbbing and almost ready to go off, from her eager 
lips. He turned himself around, saying, "I want to come in your cunt, I want 
to fuck you as hard as I can!" Sally could only reply, panting, "Yes, yes, 
as deep as you can--fuck me now--PLEASE!" Timmy leaned over and stopped her 
cries with his mouth, digging his tongue into her oral cavity and his 
fingers into her slit until she was almost ready to cum again. Sally was 
almost delirious over the attack on her body. She had expected to be 
teaching her young cousin, but he was bringing her to heights of joy she'd 
never experienced before! 

The boy, about to become a man, raised his body over hers, resting the 
pulsating tip of his dick on the entrance to his cousin's joy box and 
looking into her half-closed eyes. With one strong thrust he was inside her, 
her eyes opening wide then clamping shut as she gasped and shuddered 
involuntarily. She had never been filled so full before! He lay still on top 
of her, his thick cock inside her up to the hilt, and nibbled on her breasts 
for a few moments. She couldn't believe the way he was teasing her, pinning 
her down when all she wanted was to feel his bloated prick moving in her 
trembling cunt! She sighed with relief when she felt him sliding in and out 
of her tunnel, matching him move for move as he dug into her with all his 
might. 

Sally had never experienced anything like this. Her cousin was filling her 
up, not just her box but her whole body! The knowledge that hers was the 
first cunt his young prick had ever entered was driving her crazy! Her head 
was tossing from side to side and she wrapped her long legs around his back, 
feeling him pound his meat into her, faster and faster. She wanted it to go 
on forever! She could feel his organ growing thicker and harder every 
second, just as she felt her own excitement grow and grow until her whole 
body wanted to cum! A tingling started in her belly and thighs, spiralling 
inward to center on her cunt until she could no longer stand it. Her body 
was moving on its own, matching Timmy's thrusts with her own. 

And still her excitement increased until she thought she would pass out! 
Fire started licking at her loins and she knew this was it. "Timmy I'm so 
close, I'm going to--oh my God I'm cumming!" she cried, gasping and shaking, 
just as Timmy gave one final thrust deep into her belly and she felt his hot 
cum filling her up. His breath was coming in short gasps and he collapsed 
onto her. 

They lay there in the sun, covered with sweat from the heat and from their 
own exertions; recovering from the intensity of their lovemaking. Later, 
still locked together but quiet and half-asleep, Sally asked Timmy, "Now, 
what was that about being queer?" With a sheepish grin Timmy replied, "I 
guess I don't have to worry about that anymore!" 

CHAPTER THREE 

Ruth was the first one to see the green station wagon pull into the drive. 
"They're here!" she called to her nephew Timmy who was reading in the living 
room. "They said they would be here before lunch and they just made it!" 

Timmy got up slowly and went to the door. His parents had come to the farm 
for their two-week vacation and although he was glad to see them, he knew 
their arrival probably meant the end of his just-begun affair with Sally. He 
had a deeper reason to be nervous about seeing his father again, for when he 
had left California to come to Ohio for the summer he and Frank had not been 
on the best of terms. He would be returning with his family when they left 
and he felt he had to prove in that short time that the last few months had 
made a change in his way of thinking. He shrugged his shoulders now and 
decided he would just have to make the best of it. 

"Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!" he exclaimed as his parents came up the lawn to the 
front porch. "How was the drive from the coast?" 

"Hello, Timmy," his father greeted him, looking the boy up and down. "We 
didn't have any problems, and managed to do a little sight-seeing on the 
way. But don't you look well! Look at that tan he has, Joyce," he said 
turning to his wife. 

"I was just noticing that," the woman smiled up at her son. "It makes me 
look pale as a ghost! I know what I'm going to be doing the first chance I 
get." She looked critically at her son towering above her. "You know, Frank, 
I think he's grown another inch or two in the six weeks he's been here." 

"Well, if it has anything to do with the way he eats, I'm sure Ruth's 
cooking didn't hurt him any. That boy of yours sure knows how to do justice 
to a plate of food!" Harry came around the side of the house from the bam, 
wiping his dusty hands on his coveralls, his booming voice preceding him. 

"Harry, how are you?" Frank cried, grabbing his brother's hand and shaking 
it vigorously. Then they were all there, exchanging greetings and hugs and 
bits of information about the weather. Timmy's twelve-year-old sister was 
demanding to know where her cousin Alice was and Ruth told her she didn't 
quite know, but that the girl had been told to stay near the house to await 
their arrival. She finally showed up, one knee skinned but a big grin on her 
face, talking a mile a minute and telling Susie she had climbed a tree in 
the orchard so she would be the first to see the car, only to fall off a 
branch in her excitement. Sally was there, too, with Clara and Jason. 
Suddenly Ruth wailed, "The chicken! I forgot to take it off the stove!" She 
raced into the house to rescue it, the other women trooping after her to 
help, and soon the whole family was seated around the big table in the 
dining room. 

When the platters and bowls had been passed around and everyone had a 
heaping plate of food, Frank turned to Harry and asked, "Harry, how has my 
boy been these last few weeks? Has he given you any trouble?" 

Timmy blushed and concentrated on his food, wishing his father could at 
least have waited until after lunch, or even talked to Harry alone. Frank 
had told him that if he didn't shape up this summer he could look forward to 
spending the entire school year with his aunt and uncle. Timmy liked being 
on the farm and working around the place with his uncle, but he didn't think 
he could stand the boredom of living in the country for another nine months. 
He looked up at his uncle anxiously as Harry began to speak in a slow 
country drawl. 

"Well, now, you know it's funny you should ask that, Frank. When he first 
got here Timmy did a lot of moping around, going out in the woods and 
hanging around down by the creek, not doing anybody much good. But I put him 
to work, just like you told me to. I worked him hard! And the funny thing 
about it is," he paused and glanced at the boy, a twinkle in his eye, "the 
harder I worked him, the more cheerful he got. He even went into town the 
other night to a dance at the high school. And last night at supper he was 
downright jovial!" He leaned back in his chair as if he had just given an 
important speech. 

Timmy breathed a sigh of relief; to him it had been important. He knew his 
father put a lot of stock in what his older brother thought, and a good 
recommendation from Harry was worth a great deal to him. 

Joyce had watched this interchange with a little smile on her lips. She had 
thought that Frank was being too hard on the boy and that the little bit of 
trouble he had gotten into was not worth all this hassle. She knew that 
Timmy was basically a good boy, and she also knew that Frank had not exactly 
been an angel when he was young. Timmy had been involved in some petty 
vandalism when he and his friends had broken a few windows in an empty house 
and had had a beer bust there. The police had come and arrested the other 
boys but since Timmy was only fifteen they had released him into the custody 
of his parents, with a warning that he should be kept away from the other 
boys, all of whom had been busted before and were known to be trouble 
makers. She knew that her son had felt a need to rebel against his parents, 
and that he would come out of it when he realized that his parents really 
did trust him. She wanted to know his feelings now and said softly, "Timmy, 
have you had a good summer here?" 

Timmy caught the meaning behind his mother's question. "Yes, I have, Mom," 
he told her, grateful that she had given him a chance to talk. "I've had a 
lot of time to think about some of the things I was doing last year and I 
realize most of them were pretty dumb. I can see now that those guys weren't 
just out to have a good time, but that they wanted mostly to destroy things 
to prove how big they were. It's funny, but I ran into a couple of guys like 
that at the dance the other night and I realized that they only want to hurt 
people to make themselves seem important." He did not mention that they had 
hurt him, or how they had done it, but his mother sensed that he had had 
some kind of confrontation with them and had come away with a new 
perspective. 

Frank broke in before Joyce could say anything. "I'm glad to hear you 
talking like that, son," he said. "I can see you have gotten a little more 
sense into your head. Now, Harry, what were you telling me earlier about 
that lower field?" 

Thankful that the ordeal he had been dreading was over, Timmy began to relax 
and turned his attention to his food. He knew that this wasn't the end, and 
that Frank would be watching him closely for the next two weeks, but he knew 
that the worst was over. Sally sensed his relief and smiled at him as she 
passed him the platter of chicken. 

The boy turned to his sister beside him. "Susie, what have you been up to 
this summer? Have I missed anything exciting?" 

Susie played with the food on her plate, suddenly bashful. "Oh, I've been 
going to the beach and over to Carol's house. You know, the usual stuff," 
she told him. Then, excited, "Carol's brother Jim got a motorcycle for his 
birthday a couple of weeks ago and he took me for a ride on it. It was so 
far out!" She realized their mother was listening and clapped a hand over 
her mouth, rolling her eyes at Alice in fear. 

"What did I hear you say, young lady?" Joyce demanded, seeming angrier than 
she actually felt. "You know I've told you never to ride on those things 
unless you ask me first." 

"Oh, Mom, it was only around the block!" the girl wailed. 

"I don't care," Joyce replied, "those things are dangerous." 

The conversation resolved itself into generalities as others began asking 
questions and the family members all caught up on each other's news. They 
were fairly close though they lived so far apart, and Frank's family liked 
to come to the farm at least once a year to get away from the city smog and 
noise and traffic. The only one who didn't join into the conversation was 
Jason, sitting next to Clara and playing with his food as she tried to get 
him to eat. Taking care of him all the time took up a lot of her energy and 
she was mostly quiet until the others began discussing their plans for the 
afternoon, when she suddenly spoke up and caught her nephew's attention. 

"Timmy, could you help me pick apples this afternoon? I know you probably 
want to talk with your parents but I could really use the help," she asked 
apologetically. "I need to pick at least two bushels today." 

"Sure I can help you, Aunt Clara," Timmy replied, and Joyce chimed in, 
"Maybe the girls could help, too, at least Susie." 

Her daughter was quick and had seen this coming. "Oh, no, Mother, Alice and 
I have already made plans to take a hike in the woods this afternoon." 

Clara laughed at Susie's seriousness, knowing their hike was only an excuse 
to get away from the adults. "I'm sure Timmy and I can handle it well 
enough," she told her. 

"Susie, you two be sure to come back to the house in time to get cleaned up 
for dinner," Joyce reminded the girl. She knew she didn't need to worry 
about Alice, but she also knew that the girl would do anything Susie told 
her to do, even if it meant disobeying her parents. 

"Okay, Mom, we'll come back early. Can we be excused now, Aunt Ruth?" The 
two girls were out of their chairs before Ruth could get the words out of 
her mouth. "Those two girls," Ruth chuckled. "When they get together they 
think time stops." She began to clear the dishes from the table as the men 
stood up to leave, too. 

"Let me help you with those, Ruth," Joyce offered, and the two women, with 
Sally helping too, set to work on the dishes. 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Susie giggled as she plopped herself down on the soft bed of pine needles 
and leaned her back against a tree. "And then do you know what that silly 
boy tried to do?" she asked her wide-eyed cousin Alice breathlessly. "He 
tried to put his hand down the front of my shirt! His yucky, sweaty hand! 
Honestly, twelve-year-old boys can be so dumb!" she snorted with derision. 
Only twelve herself, she knew that girls were far more mature at that age 
than boys. Alice nodded her agreement--she too had had to fight off the 
fumbling advances of several of her young schoolmates. 

Both girls were pretty, and though there were differences in their 
appearance, you could tell at a glance that they were related. Susie, older 
by three months, was several inches taller than Alice, with her mother's 
straight yellow-blond hair and green eyes. She was slender and long-legged 
with budding breasts that made two little points in her T-shirt. Alice's 
figure was gently rounded with the promise of a generous bustline; her hair 
was golden brown and curly like her father's. Her mother had bought her her 
first real bra since she had last seen Susie, and she was dying to tell her. 
Although the two girls were close there was also stiff competition between 
them and Alice somehow always seemed to come out second. She was the shy 
one, always the follower, but she was getting a little tired of her role. 
She knew that Susie was still wearing a training bra, not really a bra at 
all, and she wanted to rub it in. "Oh, did I tell you?" she asked 
nonchalantly. "Mom bought me a bra last month, a real one, not one of those 
baby 'training' things. When did you get your first real one?" 

"Oh," Susie answered airily, "I told Mother not to bother. Girls in 
California hardly ever wear them at all." Though she seemed not to care, 
Susie was envious of Alice's round little tits and wondered if her own tiny 
nubs were ever going to get any bigger. She knew from Alice's crestfallen 
look that she had scored another point. All she had to do was mention 
California to make her cousin feel inferior. 

The girls had come out to their secret place in the woods, a small clearing 
in the pines that no one else knew about, not even Timmy. They had played 
house here with their dolls, they had buried a dead robin here that they had 
found in the woods, and they had shared all their secrets here that they 
kept hidden from their families. It was here, only last summer, that Susie 
had told Alice in whispers that she had found out what IT was all 
about--sex. Alice had had some idea from watching the farm animals, but she 
was horrified when her suspicions were confirmed. Both girls had sworn that 
they would never let a man do IT to them. Oh, they might let a man kiss 
them, or maybe even hug them and feel their breasts--after all, even nice 
women in the movies did that. But as for the other thing--never. 

A year had passed since then, and each of the girls had made some private 
discoveries on her own. They each wanted to tell the other but neither could 
think of a way to bring up the subject. Then, still stinging from Susie's 
last cutting remark, Alice said to her, "You know, I think you were wrong 
last summer when you made me swear that stupid oath," conveniently 
forgetting her own willing agreement. "Oh, yeah?" Susie retorted, sitting 
upright. "And what makes you say that, Miss Prissy-pants?" 

"Just some things I discovered," Alice answered loftily, waiting for Susie's 
curiosity to get the better of her. 

Susie was interested in spite of herself. "What--what kind of things?" she 
asked, dropping her defensiveness. 

Seeing that Susie was open, Alice plunged into her subject. "Well, I was out 
riding my pony one day, bareback, without even a blanket. When he was 
cantering I got this funny feeling down--down there," she broke off, 
pointing to her crotch. "It got all tingly and warm and it felt really good. 
It felt better and better when I made him gallop. Then it sort of--exploded, 
like. I can't describe it, really, but later I noticed my pants were all wet 
but I know I didn't pee in them." 

Susie interrupted her, nodding her head excitedly. "Yeah, that happened to 
me, too! Only I was taking a bath and when I started washing myself down 
there it felt really good! But I didn't have an orgasm until later," saying 
it as two words instead of one. 

"What did you call it?" Alice demanded. She wanted to know everything there 
was to know about this mysterious new thing. 

"It's called an orgasm. Here, it's all in here," the other girl answered, 
pulling a paperback book from her jeans pocket. "I sneaked it out of my 
mother's bedroom," she added proudly. 

"How to Please Your Partner, " Alice read. "An Explicit Sexual Manual with 
more than Twenty Photographs and Drawings. Wow! Does this tell you how 
to--how to ..she faltered. 

"It tells you everything," Susie answered gleefully. "But look at the 
pictures first." 

Alice dutifully opened the book to the section of pictures. Her eyes fell on 
a close-up photo of a woman's genitals, the lips spread wide to show the 
vaginal opening and clitoris. "Is--is that what we look like?" she gasped in 
amazement. 

"Sure, silly," her cousin answered. "Didn't you ever look at yourself in a 
mirror?" 

"Well, yes, but just from the front, not all spread out like that. Wow! Look 
at that!" she cried, holding out a picture of an erect penis. She studied it 
closely, noticing how the head stuck out from the shaft and the veins down 
the length of it were clearly visible. "How can he get that big thing in 
that tiny hole?" she wanted to know. 

"A baby comes out of that hole, doesn't it?" her cousin cried in 
exasperation. "It stretches, that's all!" Actually, she had wondered the 
same thing herself, especially when she had looked at the next photograph, a 
clear shot from behind of a man's enlarged dick entering a woman's hole. 
"Turn the page and see for yourself." 

Alice turned the pages slowly, taking in picture after picture of men and 
women engaging in all forms of intercourse: missionary, doggie-style, 
standing, sitting, seemingly every position possible. She was especially 
intrigued by the picture of a woman sitting astride her lover, and the photo 
of the couple performing oral sex on each other. She noticed that the people 
in each picture seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely and wondered 
about it to her cousin. 

"Sure they're all enjoying it. Didn't it feel good when you did it to 
yourself?" Susie asked her. "There's a section in here about that, too." 
Flipping to the back of the book she showed Alice two final pictures, one of 
a man holding his rigid penis in one hand, the other of a woman massaging 
her clit with one hand while shoving a dildo into her cunt with the other. 
"It tells you all about it, what to do and how to do it. It's called 
masturbation." 

"Have--have you done it? To yourself, I mean?" Alice asked curiously. She 
had tried rubbing herself a few times but with little success; she still 
preferred riding her pony to self-manipulation. 

"Of course I have," replied Susie. "You have to experiment a little at 
first, but it gets better as you go along. Here, you read about it in the 
book and I'll look over your shoulder." 

Alice began reading avidly, much more interested in this than she ever had 
been in her schoolbooks. The book was all it had promised--explicit and 
graphic. She felt a familiar tingle in her loins as she read about the 
various ways she could stroke her vaginal lips and what to do to stimulate 
her already prickling clitoris. "Hey, Susie, let's try some of these 
things," she suggested eagerly, turning to look at her cousin. 

Susie hadn't waited to be asked. She had quietly removed her jeans and 
panties while Alice was so engrossed in her reading and was now sitting with 
her legs wide apart and her hands busy in her crotch. 

"No fair! You should have waited for me!" Alice cried, indignant. She 
struggled out of her clothing, pulling her shirt off without bothering to 
unbutton it and unhooked her new bra, noticing Susie's look of envy when she 
bared her perfect, round hillocks. "Gee, your tits really have grown," 
breathed Susie; looking down at her own and sighing. "I guess I'm stuck with 
these little marbles." She remembered what had been keeping her so busy a 
few minutes earlier, and beckoned to Alice to come closer for a better look. 
Holding her cunt-lips apart with one hand, she exposed herself to Alice's 
scrutiny, her sparse pubic hair not hampering the view at all. It looked so 
strange! With all those wrinkles and folds and hair, how could you find 
where anything was? 

"This is the clitoris," Susie said, importantly touching the fleshy little 
button," but I call it my lima bean. It feels really good when you rub it, 
and when you're hot it gets hard." Alice chuckled at her cousin's name for 
her love button, watching every move Susie was making, amazed when the 
little nut actually did stand up, hard and erect! "And this is the hole 
where the man puts his thing." To Alice's amazement Susie's index finger 
disappeared into the hole, emerging glistening, moist with her virgin's 
juices. "That's where the wetness comes from. It gets wet in there so it 
won't hurt when he sticks his thing in. Okay, now you've seen mine, let's 
see yours," Susie demanded. 

Alice looked up in confusion, shy again. "I-I.. 

"Come on, you silly goose!" Sally remonstrated the other girl. "I want to 
see if yours looks like mine." 

Red-faced, but willing, Alice spread her legs apart for Susie's inspection. 
Her pubic hair was heavier than Susie's and she had to brush it out of the 
way to reach her young lips. She spread them and Susie peered at her exposed 
vulva. "Yeah, it looks the same. Now I'll show you what feels good." 

Returning her attention to her own moist aperture, Susie showed Alice a 
series of strokes to awaken her buried feelings. "First rub the whole thing 
with your hand," she instructed, demonstrating. "Do that 'til you start to 
feel something." She nodded as Alice began to gingerly stroke her brown 
bush. "Then, when it's tingling a little, put your finger right here," she 
continued, stabbing her tiny bud. "Rub on that for a while. You can do it up 
and down or around in a circle or any way you want to." She could feel her 
own clit getting harder as it responded to her touch, but she knew Alice's 
might take a little longer. So she settled herself back to enjoy it, a slow 
smile spreading over her face. 

Alice had to admit she felt something, but not much. Her clit was dry and 
sometimes it almost hurt to touch it! Then she remembered that Susie had 
said something about the whole thing being wet, so she surreptitiously wet 
her fingers on her tongue and returned them to the soft bit of flesh. There, 
that was better! Oh, that really was nice! She moved her fingers around the 
tip, feeling it grow rigid and more sensitive with each minute! She noticed 
that her tiny pink nipples had gotten hard, too, and her other hand 
unconsciously came up to rub them as her eyes closed, barely aware that she 
was breathing heavily. 

Susie glanced at her cousin when she heard the change in her breathing and 
grinned when she saw how much her cousin had learned in just a few minutes. 
So she wouldn't embarrass her cousin she closed her eyes, pretending she 
hadn't seen as she spoke again: "When you're feeling really good from that 
you can take your other hand and start rubbing all around the outside of the 
hole on the lips." Alice obeyed, not losing a stroke, making soft moaning 
sounds. Susie loved this part herself, banging away at her button while she 
massaged her whole slit, feeling the lips swell with blood and become more 
and more sensitive. She was almost lost in the feeling when she remembered 
that she was not alone and continued her narrative. "Then there's the best 
of all--sticking your fingers in your hole and fucking yourself. Oh! That 
feels so good!" 

Alice had never heard anyone use that four-letter word in this context 
before, and it aroused her like nothing else. Immediately her willing 
fingers were banging at her box as she kept on rubbing her hard nut. 
Panting, she opened her eyes and looked at Susie just as Susie looked at 
her. The sight of each other pounding away at themselves was too much for 
both of them and they exploded at the same time, shaking the clearing with 
their cries and frightening the birds into silence. They were oblivious to 
their surroundings as their orgasm rocked them, sending fireworks into their 
brains. They fell into each others' arms and lay there, gasping and laughing 
for joy, until they were quiet again. Still they held each other, enjoying 
the feeling of flesh against flesh. Presently Alice remarked softly, "You 
know, we could do it again--only to each other." 

Susie looked at her with a new respect. She had wanted to suggest the same 
thing but hadn't thought Alice would go for it. "Yes, we could," she 
answered, "and we could go one better." 

"What do you mean?" Alice asked, puzzled. 

Susie picked up the book and turned to the picture of the couple having oral 
sex. "We could do that," she said. 

Alice studied the photo seriously. Why not? It was great the first time! 
"Okay," she replied, "but first I--I want to suck on your titties," and 
blushed. 

Well! Alice wasn't so slow after all. Susie nodded solemnly and removed her 
shirt, then rolled on her back, offering herself to Alice. 

The girl stared at her cousin's pointed little breasts, soft again after her 
exertions. They were hardly more than nipples and Alice wanted to feel them 
grow hard in her mouth. She lowered her head to Susie's chest, licking all 
the way across both buds at once, then sucking each in turn until they were 
rigid, tiny points on Susie's heaving chest. She could smell a clean, tangy 
odor coming from Susie's virginal slit and suddenly she just had to taste 
it. Moving swiftly, she had buried her face in Susie's cunt before the other 
girl knew it, inhaling the moist fragrance and lapping it up with her 
tongue. 

Susie thought she would explode again right then! Her first experience of a 
tongue on her clit sent thrills of ecstasy up her spine! Alice seemed to 
know just when to lick, when to suck to arouse her faster than she had ever 
done herself! Then Alice's leg was moving over Susie's body and her dripping 
box hovered over Susie's face. She reached up and put her hands on Alice's 
thin buttocks, drawing her hot cunt toward her. 

Susie's tongue snaked out and lashed at Alice's quivering little mound of 
pleasure, turning it hard in two seconds flat. She began probing the juicy 
hole, almost ready to come herself, when she heard a crashing of branches on 
the other side of the clearing and felt Alice's body above her tense and 
grow rigid as her head lifted from Susie's cunt. Alice gasped and rolled 
from Susie's body, curling herself in a ball as Susie raised her head. 

There on the other side of the clearing stood their Uncle Jason. 

Paralyzed with shock, Susie could only stare at him. Slowly her fuzzy brain 
cleared and she began to notice a few things. She whispered to Alice to sit 
up and look, too. 

The girls gazed at their Uncle Jason. His eyes were glazed as he stared back 
at them. But what they noticed most was that his prick was long and hard and 
had found its way out of his pants and into the hand that was stroking it. 
Low moaning sounds were coming from his half-open mouth and he hadn't 
noticed they had stopped their mutual cunnilingus. 

Alice whispered to Susie, "Hey, I think it's okay. Maybe we can get him 
calmed down." They knew their uncle was harmless, more a child than a man, 
but they were a little frightened, for they had never seen him like this 
before. 

"Maybe if we talk to him," Susie suggested. 

"Yeah, let's try," responded Alice. 

They stood and crossed the clearing, calling his name softly as they 
approached him, but he gave no sign of hearing them. 

"I think he needs more direct action," Susie whispered nervously, and took 
his free hand. He followed her willingly enough, though his other hand was 
still busy with his lunging dick. The girls awkwardly got him to sit down on 
the spot they had just left. They watched him for a few minutes then Susie, 
always the braver, said, "Well, he seems to be interested in only one thing, 
and I suggest we give it to him." 

Kneeling next to the older man she gently pried his fingers from his bulging 
member. She pushed his shoulders until he lay down, then lying across his 
arm to keep his hand from returning to its previous occupation, she brought 
her face close to his hard pole. 

Wrapping one hand around it, she took a long look. It looked so big! 
Actually it was pretty average--about six or seven inches long and small 
enough for her to get one hand all the way around it. To Susie it looked 
enormous, especially the head which by now was a dark purple color. She was 
almost overwhelmed by the heavy odor of sweat and musk that came from it but 
she was determined to see this through. Taking a deep breath, she brought 
the spongy head to her lips and licked it. 

She was surprised at the salty taste, but it wasn't as bad as she had 
expected. She licked all around the head, liking the smooth feel of the 
skin. Then she began nibbling on the shaft, cupping his hairy balls in one 
hand. 

Alice watched all this and felt her cunt-fires reawakening. She knelt on the 
other side of her uncle and put her mouth next to her cousin's on his 
splendid penis. Susie welcomed her cousin's help and they both licked him up 
and down, following each others' moves until Alice raised her head slightly 
and brought her mouth down firmly over the head of Jason's prick. He moaned 
aloud and Alice opened her mouth wide and took all she could. She thought 
she would choke! She almost let him go, for he tasted so strange and she 
could hardly breathe! Then she realized she could breathe through her nose, 
and decided to go ahead with it. She couldn't back out now! She felt his 
throbbing knob hit the back of her throat and knew there was more, but Susie 
already had the rest of the shaft in a vise-like grip. Alice began sucking 
his crank in and out of her mouth, with Susie's hand following in her path, 
the two young virgins acting as a team on their uncle's burgeoning erection. 
Suddenly they each felt a hand on their twats, returning their attentions. 
The hands pinched and squeezed their tender young buds and they each felt 
long knobby fingers thrusting into their hot little boxes. So Uncle Jason 
was waking up! He was finger fucking them in earnest, his thumbs on their 
rigid clits and two fingers in each unbroken hole. 

By mutual consent Susie took over the job of sucking Jason's rod while Alice 
licked and fondled his loaded balls, taking them into her mouth and popping 
them out. All three were getting closer and closer to climaxing as they each 
moved faster and faster at their particular jobs. The girls were moaning and 
sighing into each others' hair and ears and when Jason sneaked a finger into 
each of their tight little assholes they shouted, cumming together as he 
pumped them harder. Their girlish cries of ecstasy rang through the clearing 
once more, and suddenly Jason's body was moving, fucking himself into 
Susie's mouth as she struggled to keep up with his moves. He came into her 
throat, crying out wordlessly and heaving as Alice joined Susie in her 
efforts to swallow all his cum. Their faces were dripping with his juices 
and still it kept coming, shooting and spraying them both. As it slowed he 
half raised himself and picking up the girls' legs, brought their crotches 
to his face and lapped up the juices from both of them. 

The two cousins turned around and snuggled up against their uncle, loving 
the feel of his large man's hands running over their eager bodies and into 
their cavities. He had finally recognized them and running on in his 
childish prattle, let them know how much he had enjoyed them. 

Laughing and chattering the girls got up and dressed themselves, dodging 
Jason's playful efforts to grab them by the snatch and throw them to the 
ground again. They righted his clothes, too, and stopping by the creek to 
wash the jism off their grinning faces, led him back to the farm. They made 
such a game of it that by the time they were at the house he wasn't really 
sure it had all happened and that it wasn't just a dream. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Timmy stood on the porch after lunch and watched Susie and Alice scamper off 
toward the woods. He was glad there was someone Alice's age for her to play 
with; Ruth and Harry's youngest and the only one left at home, he knew she 
was often lonely. He was wondering what the two girls could find to giggle 
about so much when his Aunt Clara came out of the door behind him. 

"Ready to help me now, Timmy?" she asked as she walked up beside him. "I 
thought maybe Jason could help too, but he wandered off after the girls. So 
I guess it's just the two of us." 

"Sure, Aunt Clara," he answered. "Let's go! With all these people here we're 
going to have to pick a lot of apples!" 

"Yes, we will," agreed Clara. "Ruth and I are going to spend most of the day 
tomorrow baking pies and bread so we have to pick all the apples we need 
today." 

They went to the bam to get ladders and baskets and then headed for the 
orchard, chatting as they walked. Clara liked having the boy around, liked 
looking at his lithe young body. His chest had filled out and his muscles 
had developed in just the six weeks he had been on the farm, and his 
California tan had turned a deep bronze in the Ohio sun. He had a light, 
easy confidence about himself that reminded her of her husband Jason when he 
was young. 

Jason's auto accident had been quite a shock to the newly-married Clara, 
barely fifteen herself when it had happened. The doctors had not known at 
first just how extensive his brain damage had been and had given her hope of 
his eventual recovery. But as the months passed they all came to realize 
that his childish condition was permanent. He could still do a man's work, 
but he refused to take a man's pleasure with his wife. The day after her 
daughter Sally was born the doctor had told her, as gently as he knew how, 
that she probably would have no more children. It wasn't her fault, he told 
her, but it seemed Jason had identified her in his confused mind with his 
mother. It would only add to his trauma to try to convince him otherwise the 
doctor added, and assured her that she would be quite fulfilled taking care 
of her new. baby and her ailing husband; it would be like having two 
children instead of just one. 

The news had sent Clara into a fit of suicidal depression. She didn't want 
two children! She was only fifteen, doomed to a sexless marriage with a man 
little more than a moron and a brand new baby! She had longed for those 
carefree days before they were married when they had enjoyed each others' 
bodies to the fullest extent. Gradually she had come out of it with the help 
of Jason's older brother Harry and his wife Ruth, two kind people who had 
taken the young family in when they needed help the most. They had given her 
a small cottage away from the house, for she had a strong need for privacy, 
and had made her welcome when she wanted to be with people. She had been 
able to sublimate most of her raging sexual urges into working around the 
farm and raising her pretty young daughter, and had even managed to have 
several discreet, short-lived affairs through the passing years, though it 
was difficult in the small, conservative community. At thirty-seven she led 
a settled life, only once in a while admitting to herself that she still 
needed a man's attentions. 

Now was one of those times. As she walked a few feet behind Timmy she 
watched the play of muscles in his arms as he shifted the weight of the 
ladders and wondered what his round little ass would look like naked. She 
had no real intention of letting her desires show, but she delighted in them 
privately. She imagined herself offering her lush body to Timmy, trying to 
picture his reaction, and was mentally undressing him when he turned to her 
and said, "Well, here we are. Which tree do you want?" 

Clara shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts, saying brightly, "Oh, 
I'm sorry, Timmy. I must have been daydreaming. I guess I'll take that one 
over there," pointing to a big Northern Spy, covered with juicy red fruit. 

Timmy set up their ladders at different trees, making sure they were set 
well into the thick grass so they would not tip. They went to work, picking 
steadily with no real hurry, exchanging comments about the quality of the 
fruit and the good weather they had been having. It was a typical August 
afternoon in Ohio, hot and humid, the sun high in the sky and only a few 
puffy white clouds on the horizon. Gradually even their casual conversation 
died away, leaving only the sounds of the flies and an occasional bird to 
break the stillness. 

Clara worked along mechanically, falling into the memory of the first time 
Jason had brought her here, to this orchard, on just this kind of day. He 
was nineteen, she was fourteen, and they were very much in love. They had 
been seeing each other regularly for several months and had spent quite a 
bit of time exploring each others bodies. They had just been swimming in the 
creek and had stopped in the orchard on their way back to Jason's house. He 
had been kissing her and she had been responding more than she usually did, 
and he had convinced her that it was just too hot to be wearing anything, 
even their damp bathing suits which were the extent of their clothing. He 
assured her that he was only concerned with her comfort and that she was 
perfectly safe with him. She had given in to his arguments, falling under 
the spell of his considerable charm and his roving hands. One thing had led 
to another and it had ended up being one of the nicest times in her life. 
Even now she often relived that afternoon in her fantasies, the way his 
hands had felt on her eager young body, the touch of naked flesh on naked 
flesh, and the pain and ecstasy when he had entered her for the first time 
and she had experienced her first amazing climax. She was sure that was when 
she had gotten pregnant, though there were many other times in the next few 
months when she could have before she became aware of her condition and 
Jason insisted on marrying her. That thought brought her back to the present 
and she realized she had a basket full of apples and an aching in her 
crotch. The basket was too heavy for her to carry down the ladder and she 
called for Timmy to come help her. 

Timmy's thoughts had been disturbing too. He had been thinking about his 
encounter with Sally the day before, in this same orchard. He had dreamed 
about her last night and had relived the scene several times that day, his 
mind dwelling on the heaviness of her tits and the taste of her cunt, and 
the wonderful feel of his cock sliding into her drenched pussy. He felt now 
as if his thoughts were visible and glanced over at his aunt to make sure 
she wasn't watching. He suddenly realized how much Sally took after her 
mother--the same golden hair, long legs and high, proud breasts. Clara's 
body was just as trim as her daughter's, but the curves were a bit rounder 
and her whole shape was that of a mature, lusty woman. Her melon-shaped 
breasts were straining against her dress at the moment as she reached for an 
apple that was almost beyond her reach, her nipples standing out firm and 
clearly visible. Timmy felt his young cock start to rise as he visualized 
the full white tits beneath the thin, faded work dress. Clara dropped the 
apple in her basket slowly, and her hand, now empty, came up to caress her 
breasts, the thumb playing on her rigid nipples under the taut dress, her 
thoughts obviously not on apples at all. Timmy had long ago discarded his 
shirt but he knew the sweat he felt in his armpits was not only from the 
heat of the sun. He pressed his pelvis against the ladder, pushing his 
hungry cock into the wood and watching the older woman, but just as he was 
feeling the pressure building in his loins she shook her head as if becoming 
aware of her surroundings, and called to him to help her. 

Clara still felt a little dazed, partly from her daydream and partly from 
the afternoon heat. She noticed the bulge in Timmy's pants, wondering idly 
what had caused it, as he carried his full basket of apples down his ladder 
and, setting it down, crossed over to climb hers. 

She noticed, too, the sheen of sweat on his bare, smooth chest and the way 
his muscles rippled as he climbed up her ladder, swinging his body out as he 
mounted each rung. She was vaguely aware of a breeze blowing her dress away 
from her legs and of Timmy's gaze as he looked up at just that moment, 
getting a full view of her exposed crotch. She was wearing only thin nylon 
panties and she could feel them growing damp as she saw his eyes widen. 
Neither of them said a word as he climbed toward her, but when she felt his 
right hand on the soft flesh of her inner thigh she closed her eyes, her 
chest moving heavily. 

The boy kept climbing, his hand creeping up her warm flesh, caressing and 
kneading her legs, and she spread her feet as far as she could to give more 
room to his seeking fingers. Then he was standing on the rung just below her 
and his hand moved around to the front of her crotch, diving under the 
elastic of her panties and, coming to rest on her sensitive clit, massaged 
it until it was rigid. She felt his hard prick digging into her ample 
buttocks as he moved his hips, grinding his tool into her and making her 
moan. 

Clara was beside herself with indecision. She was incredibly hot for her 
young nephew, hotter than she had been in years! But she knew their position 
was precarious, to say the least. Anyone might come walking through here, or 
the ladder might fall over! She knew she had to have him and suddenly she 
knew what to do to make it possible. Drawing a deep, shuddering breath she 
said, "Timmy, don't you think we should take these apples over to my house? 
We can get out of this heat and maybe have some--ah--refreshments." 

"Sure," he answered slowly, but before he removed his hand from her panties 
he thrust two fingers deep into her box, sending a thrill through her 
burning loins. "I could do with a little relaxation myself." 

He took the basket she gave him, seeing how the weight of it made her 
generous boobs jut out even more. His face was just level with her melons 
and he teasingly took a little nip at one, saying, he had mistaken it for a 
very large apple. He looked at her face and saw the lust in her eyes. "Let's 
go," he said huskily. 

The pair made their way nonchalantly back through the orchard, leaving the 
ladders to retrieve later, and arrived at Clara's house without meeting 
anyone. Timmy dropped his basket just inside the door but Clara went to the 
sink and slowly lowered her burden to the floor, bending over as she did. 
Before she could straighten up Timmy was behind her, cupping her large heavy 
breasts in his sweaty hands as they hung down in her dress. He straightened 
her up, keeping her back to him, pressing his still-hard member into her 
soft bottom. "My prick likes to snuggle up to your nice, soft ass," he 
whispered, but she could only nod her head. 

He unfastened the top buttons of her dress; he knew it was the kind with a 
built-in bra and that her marvelous breasts would fall out into his waiting 
hands. He began fondling them, running his hands over them, rolling them 
around her chest and pulling and pinching the nipples as they grew stiffer 
and stood out from her creamy mounds, each one at least an inch long. 

Clara was enjoying every touch, every caress immensely. She wanted to fuck 
her young nephew in the worse way, but she also wanted to prolong the 
pleasure as much as possible, savoring every second of it. She slowly 
unbuttoned the rest of her dress while Timmy's hands had their way with her 
surging, sensitive big tits. Then he pulled the dress off her shoulders and 
turned her around. He just couldn't keep his hands off those gorgeous 
brown-tipped globes! He bounced them up and down, noticing that when he 
dropped them they did not sag but jutted out, proud and tilted high, her 
firm muscles holding the heavy weight. She strained them even farther 
forward and grabbing his hands, pushed her orbs against his bare chest, 
rubbing them lightly on his sweaty skin, knowing it would send a tingle 
through his body. Then she turned to walk into the living room, pausing in 
the doorway to wiggle her nylon-clad ass at him invitingly. She moved on in 
to the other room and sat down on the couch, her arms spread out along the 
back and her legs slightly apart. 

Timmy followed her into the room and stood before her, looking into her 
eyes, green like his own. He knew she expected him to fall on her 
passionately and decided to try a little teasing of his own. Still looking 
at her he began to caress his hard cock through the rough fabric of his 
tight jeans. Clara dropped her gaze to his bulging pants and stared, 
fascinated, as he unbuttoned his belt and undid the snap at the top of his 
bursting zipper. He kept massaging his covered prick and moving his hips in 
a circular motion as she began to inch her way toward the edge of the couch 
as if drawn by a magnet. Clara couldn't help herself--this young man in 
front of her was trying to drive her crazy! 

She was unable to tear her eyes away as Timmy slowly unzipped his jeans. She 
was eager to see the cock hidden inside. She wanted to smell it and taste it 
deep in her mouth, but most of all she wanted to feel it digging into her 
long-unused cunt. She was already breathing hard in anticipation as he 
slowly eased it out, first the red, swollen head, then the stubby shaft, the 
veins sticking out blue and pulsing. Before he could get his jeans down 
around his hips she was on her knees in front of him with his rod grasped 
tightly in both hands. 

"What a nice, fat, juicy cock you have!" she exclaimed, rejoicing in the 
feel of it, rubbing it over her face, her eyes, in her hair. "Where do you 
want me to put it first?" 

Timmy could hardly think to answer her. Some of her excitement had 
communicated itself to him and he felt the power building in his loins. His 
balls felt as if they would burst open as she fondled them, too. "Put it in 
your mouth," he managed to gasp. "Lick it and suck it 'til I die'!" 

Clara willingly obliged, first running her tongue around the protruding rim 
of the head and licking the juices out of the dribbling slit, then with 
small nibbles she took it into her mouth, bit by bit until the head was part 
way down her throat and his pubic fuzz tickled her nose. 

Timmy had never felt anything like this! It felt like his rod was being 
drawn into a dark, slippery cave. The woman began to hum deep in her throat, 
the sound sending vibrations from the head of his prick to his balls, which 
she was still fondling and gently squeezing. 

Clara was very glad that Jason had taught her this little trick, years ago. 
She wanted to do everything in her power to please this young man! Her cunt, 
empty for so long, was full of honey-sweet juices and she was quivering in 
anticipation. But she wanted to get Timmy off once before she let him fuck 
heir-she knew he would last much longer the second time around. 

The boy was beyond thought now, his whole being centered on his throbbing 
pole. His aunt began sucking on it, moving it in and out of her mouth, her 
lips clamped tightly and her tongue lashing his hot dick. She worked him 
slowly, then faster, whipping her head around then slowed again, almost 
popping his anxious member out of her mouth until he grabbed her head and 
jabbed his trembling cock back in, deep into her throat until she gagged. He 
didn't know why he hadn't cum five minutes ago, but the pressure in his 
balls kept mounting and his pulsing dick ached for release. He pumped his 
meat into her, crying out, "Take it--take it all! Suck me off, make me 
cum!!" 

The rigid pole in her mouth was growing bigger and stiffer with every 
thrust, and Clara knew the boy was on the edge. She pulled his hands away 
from her head and threw her arms around his thrusting hips, jabbing a finger 
deep into his asshole and sucking his shooting piece into her throat as he 
fell over the brink into the abyss, shouting, "Aagh--I'm cumming--don't 
stop, don't stop! Dear Jesus, don't stop!!" His body jerked as his cream 
gushed into Clara's eagerly sucking mouth and dribbled out the comers. She 
gulped greedily, licking up every drop of his salty cum. 

Timmy's knees gave way and he knelt on the floor in front of her, holding on 
to her and still moaning. Gradually his breathing was quiet as he drifted 
off, barely conscious. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Timmy came to with a start, then realized where he was. He looked at his 
aunt with a sheepish grin. "I didn't mean for it to be over so soon!" he 
declared. 

"What do you mean, over?" she replied. "We'll see what happens. Surely, 
you'll at least return the favor?" she asked teasingly. 

"Will I ever! Just watch me!" he answered eagerly. 

"I'd rather feel it than see it, Timmy," she replied. 

Without further talk the boy lifted her to her feet and hooking his thumbs 
in the elastic of her panties pulled them down to her ankles where she 
kicked them off. 

Timmy stepped back to remove his jeans, still around his hips, and took a 
long look at his aunt. This was his first good look at a nude woman; even 
during his escapade with Sally he had been too busy to really study her. Now 
he took his time, gazing at Clara with interest. Her firm, round breasts, 
easily the size of small grapefruits, stood out firm from her chest as she 
put her hands on her hips. They hung there with a sensuous curve that 
narrowed at her waist and rounded out again over her belly and around to her 
full, soft buttocks. Her legs, long and firm, had no trace of fat on them, 
from her slightly full thighs to the graceful turn of her ankles. Her curly 
blonde bush covered a high pubic mound but could not hide from his searching 
eyes her full cunt lips, the inner ones protruding slightly beyond the outer 
folds. She moved her hands to her buttocks and pushed her pelvis out, giving 
him a much better view of her jewel box. Shaking her tousled hair out of her 
eyes, a move that set her luscious mounds bouncing once more, she asked, "Do 
you like what you see?" 

In answer Timmy glanced down at his stiffening cock and back to her face. He 
walked toward her, stopping when her nipples bumped his chest and his tool 
pressed against her leg. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed gently 
until she fell backwards onto the couch, her legs going out to the sides. 
She closed her eyes as she felt his warm hands slide under her ass as he 
knelt in front of her and lifted her dripping honeypot, bringing it close to 
his face. 

He inhaled deeply the aroma of her sex, a clean, almost yeasty odor. He 
wondered fleetingly if his Uncle Jason ever did this to his wife, then 
dismissed the thought. All he cared about right now was getting his eager 
tongue into her hot slit! The heat from her crotch drifted up with her 
smell, making him light-headed. He took his time working his way to her 
drenched pussy, licking the inside of her thighs as he massaged her 
wriggling butt. His thumbs came up on the sides of her vulva and spread the 
lips wide. Timmy could see that her clit was already standing up, begging 
for attention, and the entrance to her love-tunnel was opening and closing 
convulsively. 

His aunt was really hot for him! Once again Jason crossed his mind and he 
was suddenly sure that the older man never came near his wife. Well, he 
certainly was going to try to show her a good time! 

He lightly touched her hard nubbin with his tongue, making her jump a little 
and then sigh. He began lapping at it, feeling it grow longer under his 
ministrations until it was at least an inch long. His oral member encircled 
it swiftly, bringing long low moans from the woman on the couch as she 
responded to his moves. 

Clara knew she was going to cum soon--it had been such a long time since she 
had felt like this! A raging fire was burning inside her and only her young 
nephew could put it out! Now he was pressing his tongue down on her button 
as hard as he could, his thumbs rubbing her swelling lips and roving around 
the opening of her steaming hot cunt. Suddenly his long tongue was deep 
inside her, deeper than she thought possible! His thumbs took over on her 
aching bud as he flicked his curled tongue into her, sucking up her juices. 
She cried out, "I can't stand it! Do it harder-no, stop! Oh, my God! I'm... 
CUMMing!!" 

Timmy felt her muscles contracting around his tongue, almost hard enough to 
cut it off! She had braced her feet on the floor and pushed her pelvis into 
his face, panting and bucking as she kept cumming! He was taking long laps 
with his tongue now, trying to lick her dry, and now and then giving a few 
quick touches to her pulsing clitoris. 

Clara felt as if she would pass out from the intensity of her pleasure as 
the boy kept on stimulating her, not letting her rest for a moment! He had 
moved his hands from beneath her to her breasts, somehow sending that they 
had been aching for his touch. Kneading them hard and twisting the stiff 
nipples until they hurt, he began sucking her incredibly long, sensitive 
clit, rolling it around with his tongue and occasionally biting it gently. 
Clara was completely unaware of anything but his burning hands on her 
voluptuous tits and his mouth on her joy-button. She didn't feel his turgid 
organ banging against her leg or hear his groans as he brought her to a 
second, more tumultuous orgasm! She only knew that her cunt was an enormous 
skyrocket, exploding with such force she thought she would die! She forgot 
Timmy, forgot everything except the raging in her box! Then it was her turn 
to drift off into semi-consciousness as Timmy lifted his head from her crack 
and settled back on his heels, his hands resting lightly on her knees, his 
throbbing prick pointing skyward. 

After what seemed like centuries to Clara but was in reality only seconds, 
she opened her eyes and smiled weakly at the young boy before her. "Nothing 
like that has happened to me for a long, long time," she told him. "Your 
Uncle Jason is--well, let's just say he's not very interested in sex." 

"I had wondered about that, Aunt Clara," Timmy said, suddenly feeling a wave 
of tenderness toward the lonely woman. "I'm glad I was here today." 

"Me too, Timmy. You don't know how glad!" She took his hands and pulled him 
up to sit next to her on the couch, putting her arms around him. "You can't 
imagine how much I've needed to have a man touching me, holding me, licking 
and sucking me like you did today. Oh, Timmy, I want you to fuck me! Do it 
now, Timmy! Do it now!" Clara begged him, clutching at him and demanding his 
cooperation. 

Timmy felt very young, not a man at all, but a shy and slightly 
self-conscious boy as his aunt pleaded with him. He didn't know where to put 
his hands or what to do, but he did know he wanted to put it to this hungry 
woman in his arms. She sensed his confusion and as she became more aware of 
how young he really was she realized that that very fact was what had turned 
her on so much! In some ways it was like being with the young Jason again. 

Suddenly she laughed, happy again and, getting up from the couch, told him 
to stay there. She returned a minute later holding a small glass bottle. 
"This is something I use on myself when I masturbate," she told the puzzled 
boy as she seated herself next to him again. 

He was a little surprised when she told him that, surprised that she would 
be so uninhibited as to tell him of her secret practices. But she thought of 
her playing with herself and satisfying herself brought vivid pictures to 
his mind and his falling pole began to rise again. 

Clara opened the bottle and held it under his nose. "It smells like 
strawberries! What is that stuff?" he asked. 

"You'll find out," was Clara's impish reply, as she poured some of the 
liquid into her hand. She put the bottle on the floor and rubbed her hands 
together briskly, then quickly grasped his rod in both hands. 

It was hot! He thought it felt like some kind of oil as she began to caress 
his tool with the heated liquid. Her hands seemed to be on fire as she 
stroked him, sticking a finger into his sticky slit then ringing the head 
with the fingers of both hands and twisting them around the purple ridge. He 
groaned when she did that, shivers shooting through his body and his full 
balls tightening in their sac. Clara shook out a few more drops of the 
fragrant liquid on his chest and climbing onto his lap so that she faced 
him, she rubbed her massive globes on his flesh, flattening them against his 
chest. He started to speak but she clamped her mouth down on his, hungrily 
opening his willing lips with her pink tongue and digging it into his dark 
cavity, seeking his own teasing tongue. 

One hand found his dick, slippery with oil and his dripping juices, and 
played it along her creamed slit, grinding it into her tight little bud 
until her moans were escaping into Timmy's mouth. He was working his pelvis, 
trying to enter her, but she kept him at bay, teasing him and prolonging the 
pleasure. 

Suddenly she could wait no longer! The feel of his pulsing cock so near her 
lusting cunt was just too much for her to bear! She brought the oozing head 
to the opening of her quivering hole and held it there for just a moment, as 
their breathing stopped and their hearts pounded. She screamed as she let 
herself down on his thick, bulging member until she was sitting on his legs, 
his entire tool deep in her hot box. She was trembling, almost crying for 
joy at the feel of this magnificent thing inside of her! She began pumping 
his hose in and out of her, almost unable to bear the excruciating pleasure 
it was bringing her. 

She had broken away from their kiss and was grasping the edge of the couch, 
holding on for dear life, and crying in his ear. "Ah--ah--aah--oh, Jesus! It 
feels--so--good! Fuck me, fuck me, harder!" Timmy's pelvis was moving now 
with hers, their thighs slapping together as they met with force. He was 
moaning now, too, their voices mingling and arousing each other even more 
Timmy couldn't quite believe what he was feeling. Before, there had always 
been an urgency to cum as soon as possible, but now he felt like he wanted 
to fuck his aunt all afternoon and evening without stopping! Clara had known 
what she was about when she had sucked him off at the very beginning! It had 
given him amazing staying power! 

He realized then that something else was going on at the site of all their 
activity. He looked" down and saw Clara's hand banging away at her mound of 
joy, rubbing it as she bounced up and down on his meat. The sight of it 
aroused him even more as her movements became even more vigorous and her 
cries louder. "I'm--going--to--cum--all--over--you! 
I--I'm--ah--ah--Aagh--AAGH!!" Timmy thought she would bounce right off his 
dick! He grabbed her hips to control her, her big tits flapping in his face. 
The woman was on fire! He could feel her orgasm pounding at his rod as she 
collapsed against him, panting and out of breath. 

"Oh, Timmy!" she gasped. "I--I... " she had no words to describe how she 
felt. The boy was almost overwhelmed by the need in her, and she could read 
it in his face. When she had her breath back enough to talk she asked, 
"Timmy, do you think you can go on? I--I know that I... " she trailed off. 

"You can't stop me now!" he exclaimed. "I've never been with anyone like you 
before!" He didn't bother to tell her he had only had sex once before, with 
her daughter. It seemed that Mama could teach her child a thing or two! 

"Then let's get on the floor," Clara suggested. "I want you to fuck me like 
a dog. And, Timmy, if you feel like you are going to cum, I want you to put 
it in my ass. I don't use any birth control and I can't afford to get 
pregnant." 

Timmy was shocked at the idea. "Are you sure, Aunt Clara? It won't hurt 
you?" he asked, remembering his own experience. 

"No, Timmy, it won't. I like it in my ass!" she told him. 

"Well, okay!" he replied. "I'll do whatever you tell me." 

Clara stood up, plopping his stiff, sticky member out of her slithery wet 
cunt. She got on her hands and knees in front of him, a pillow from the 
couch under her head, and wriggled her heart-shaped ass at him. "C'mon and 
join the fun!" she coaxed. 

Timmy needed no second invitation. He knelt behind her, working his dong 
between her cunt-lips and rubbing it on her still-hard clit, remembering how 
she had liked that before. Then he was in her, ramming his dick home with a 
single thrust that forced her into the pillow! 

"Oh! God! Yes, do it just like that! Put it into me as hard as you can!" she 
demanded. He thrust his bulging manhood into her waiting cunt, time after 
time, as hard as he could. She was sobbing into the pillow as he banged into 
her, her hands tearing at it until it broke open, spilling feathers onto the 
carpet, but she didn't even notice. 

The violence of his thrusts had affected Timmy, too. He could feel his organ 
growing stiffer and thicker with each mighty shove and knew his time was 
very near. His vision blurred as the tension started in his balls and moved 
up through his crotch. He quickly withdrew his lunging rod from Clara's 
grasping twat, and wetting it with more of her profuse love juices put it 
against the tight little hole of her ass. He pushed but nothing happened. 

"Push harder!" Clara told him. "Push as hard as you can! It's got to go in!" 
she wailed. 

Pushing steadily with all his might, Timmy finally saw the head begin to 
disappear into the tiny hole. Clara was holding her breath, trying to relax 
her muscles, and with one last shove the whole head had entered her anus. 

Clara drew another sobbing breath. "Don't stop, Timmy. Put it all in and 
FUCK ME!!" The last two words came out as a shriek as he worked the rest of 
his stubby prick into his aunt's asshole. It was so tight he knew he would 
be able to move very little, but he tried. To his surprise he was able to 
move his big cock with ease and he began to screw Clara the way she loved it 
best. 

One hand was busy again on her twat as Clara settled herself to enjoy the 
feel of this big fat prick up her ass. Not using birth control was just an 
excuse to get Timmy's prick up her. She knew he wouldn't last long in the 
tight, dark cave so she rubbed her clit faster and faster, dipping her 
fingers into her box as she did. When she heard Timmy's groans she stabbed 
at her bud, bringing herself closer and closer. 

Timmy was vaguely aware that his aunt was masturbating herself again, but 
his own orgasm was so close he could do nothing but force his stiff pole in 
and out of her ass. He felt as if her tight hole was sucking the juices out 
of him as the pressure in his balls mounted and molten lead shot from his 
prick deep into her bowels. He could only gasp and buck his pelvis against 
her round bottom, holding on to her like a drowning man! 

When Clara felt the first load of cum squirt into her she felt a heady rush 
and her own orgasm descended on her, taking her breath away, then returning 
it to make her shout in ecstasy. Timmy pumped load after load into her 
belly, shaking and trembling. His cum was trickling from her assaulted 
bottom and running down his legs. As soon as he could he slowly, almost 
painfully, drew his drained prick from her body and they both collapsed on 
the floor, their faces in a pile of feathers that tickled them and made them 
laugh. 

Clara glanced at the clock on the desk. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed. "It's 
already dinnertime! Timmy, well have to shower and dress right away!" They 
hurried off to the bathroom and soon emerged, clean and ready to face the 
family. But before they left the house they shared a long embrace and Clara 
said, as they walked out the door, "We'll have to do this again sometime, 
Timmy." 

Susie skipped down the path to the orchard, sent by her Aunt Ruth to tell 
Aunt Clara and Timmy that dinner was almost ready. They weren't in the 
orchard, or the barn, so Susie decided to try Aunt Clara's house, giggling 
when she thought of how she and Alice had diddled Uncle Jason that 
afternoon. 

As she approached the cottage she heard cries. It sounded like someone was 
getting hurt! She ran to the nearest window and peered in. 

There were Aunt Clara and her brother Timmy on the floor! They were naked, 
and Timmy was sticking his thing into her. From where she stood Susie could 
see that it was much bigger than Uncle Jason's. No wonder Aunt Clara was 
crying! Boy, would she have something to tell their mother! 

Then she had an idea. Maybe she could use this as blackmail against her 
brother! She didn't quite know how, but she'd think of something. 

The couple in the cottage were lying on the floor now, and Susie heard Aunt 
Clara saying they had better get ready for dinner. She didn't look mad or 
hurt, but before Susie could wonder about that she ducked down so they 
wouldn't see her, then ran back to the farmhouse to tell Aunt Ruth they 
would be along shortly, her mind full of schemes. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

In the midst of all the activity outside, the living room of the farmhouse 
was cool and quiet. It was shaded in the afternoon by a large old maple 
tree, planted by the first Peters not long after he and his sons had built 
the house. He had known that in fifty years it would make a good sunscreen 
in the summer and provide the family with sap for maple syrup in the spring. 
Joyce sat relaxing in an old wing-back chair now, gazing out the window at 
the tall green tree and listening idly to the talk of the two men who shared 
the room with her. 

Frank and Harry had retired to the living room--the 'parlor', as Ruth still 
referred to it--after lunch and had been there ever since, talking about the 
farm and reminiscing about their childhood here. Both of them had been born 
here, in the very bedroom that she and Frank were using, and of the three 
brothers, only Frank had left the farm for good. She knew that he still 
thought of it as home, though, and loved to return each summer and 
frequently for Christmas, too. It was easy for her to understand his 
attachment to the old place; she had grown up as an Army brat, moving from 
base to base every few years, making few lasting friendships. She could 
appreciate the fact that whenever they went into town they always ran into 
at least two or three old friends Frank had gone all the way through school 
with. As his wife she felt she belonged, too, and it gave her a small 
feeling of security. 

Frank had been married once before, when he was young and had just moved to 
California to make his fortune in the Golden State. Wanda had been quite a 
girl, from what Joyce had heard; she had only visited the farm once in the 
eight years they were married, and it had been by mutual consent between her 
and Ruth that she did not return. Harry and his wife had been very concerned 
that Frank had gotten himself hooked up with a woman who was obviously 
loose, to put it mildly. Not only did she swear and smoke those awful 
cigarettes, but she had made off with the brandy they had been saving for 
Christmas. The final straw had been when Harry had caught her in the bam, in 
a very compromising position, with the man who delivered eggs to the 
outlying farms. He had never even told Ruth about that, but had made it 
clear to Wanda that their vacation was to be cut short. They had been very 
glad to hear that she had run off with some fellow with long greasy hair who 
drove one of those horrible big motorcycles and wore a leather jacket. 

There was one thing Wanda had given Frank that he had not told Harry about 
until several years ago, and he was sure Ruth still knew nothing about it. 
Wanda had been one of the original 'swingers' long before it had become 
fashionable, even in California. She had introduced Frank to the scene, such 
as it was during the Fifties, and he had formed quite a liking for it. After 
Wanda had sued him for divorce--claiming infidelity, a charge which he 
laughingly admitted was true--he had decided to play it loose for a while. 
He was only twenty-eight, making a good living for himself in advertising, 
and he wanted to do some hunting around before settling down to married life 
again. He never denied that he wanted to remarry, because he wanted a family 
and someone to keep him company, but he knew he would never give up the 
swinging life, either. Then, when he was thirty-two, he had met Joyce. 

She was only twenty when they met, and she lived with her father, a retired 
Army Captain. He had recognized at once that she was a very sensual woman, 
relaxed and never in a hurry about anything. He did hurry her into marrying 
him, though, and not long after introduced her to his favorite pastime. She 
thought he was terribly clever to have such an interesting hobby, and had 
refrained from joining him only long enough to present him with two 
children. 

Now that their lifestyle had become more common and almost respectable, and 
their children were growing up and reaching an age where they might catch on 
to their parent's outside activities, Frank and Joyce had been trying to 
break the news to them. Joyce wanted them to initiate the kids themselves, 
she taking Timmy and Frank doing Susie. He had objected strenuously to her 
idea, his small-town Christian upbringing coming to the fore. He wanted to 
wait a little longer, thinking the kids were still too young, but Joyce knew 
that her children were not stupid and were getting old enough to figure 
things out for themselves. 

She sat in the living room now, thinking about some of their swinging 
friends back home. There was one very good-looking bachelor that had 
recently moved into the apartment building across the street from their 
house who had looked interesting. She had made an excuse to visit a friend 
who lived in the same building, saying she wanted to use the pool, and had 
been pleasantly surprised to find him there, too. He had introduced himself 
as John and sat down to talk to her for a few minutes, and she covertly 
studied his slim, tan figure, noting that his brief trunks did little to 
hide the fact that he was a well-endowed young man. He had looked even 
better when he had jumped in the water and come up dripping, the sun 
sparkling on his wet body. He had returned to her side then and before she 
could protest, had picked her up like a little girl and tossed her in the 
pool! She had liked the feel of his arms when they held her, especially when 
his hand had accidentally cupped her breast and given it a squeeze. She was 
not at all sure it had been accidental, for when he had jumped in after her 
he had managed to come up right behind her, his crotch pressing against her 
thigh with an unmistakable bulge. He had challenged her to a game of tag, 
chasing her around the pool and always seeming to tag her on a very 
sensitive part of her body, first a breast, then her thigh, and finally 
grabbing her right between the legs, a spot that was by now wet with more 
them water. His intentions were obvious and she wanted to take him up on the 
offer, but she and Frank had an agreement that neither one would take on a 
single partner unless there was a possibility of making it a threesome. They 
had found that it was the best way for both of them to guard against 
jealousy, and they also enjoyed very much having someone to work on between 
them. 

She had explained the situation to John and he had been intrigued. He had 
never indulged in three-way sex and was eager to try it, so they had made a 
date for that night at his apartment. 

They had arrived quite late, long after most of the other residents had gone 
to sleep. Their idea was to go down to the pool, as they had noticed on the 
way in that the pool lights were turned off for the night. They had often 
found that some people were turned on by the idea of possible exposure and 
Joyce had seen right away that John was one of those people. The way he had 
manhandled her in the water that afternoon, with several other people 
watching, had tipped her off! 

She wriggled in her chair now as she remembered how it had been. They had 
played around in the water for a while with their suits on, to allay the 
suspicions of anyone who might be looking, then she and Frank had quietly 
ganged up on John to remove his trunks. Joyce had soon discovered that she 
had been correct about the bulge in John's trunks; his prick was quite a 
handful. He had helped her out of her bikini while Frank removed his suit, 
and the three had moved together for a welcoming embrace. 

The woman loved to be in the water with no clothes on. She always felt free 
and natural and now she revelled in the feel of the water running over her 
sensuous tits and flowing between her thighs, then dripping from her pubic 
bush as John lifted her cunt to his face and began to eat her out. She had 
turned her face to her husband's cock floating on the water nearby, and had 
done the same for him. Presently the men had changed places, and later had 
taken turns fucking her. At one time she had even found herself with one 
prick in her twat and one in her ass, both of them grinding away as the men 
sandwiched her between them and came at the same time, filling her 
completely full in both orifices. They had spent several hours in their 
watery bed, and had laughed to see their wrinkled toes and fingers when they 
had finally emerged, sated and a little chilled. 

They had gotten together with John several times since, and had introduced 
him to some of their other free-loving friends. They had discovered over the 
years that it was best for them if they didn't try to hold on to one person 
or couple for very long; it had worn thin pretty fast the few times they had 
tried it and they had since made it a rule to avoid becoming too close to 
any of their fucking partners. 

Joyce had to admit to herself that sometimes she regretted this decision. 
She felt a need to have close friends, so she had recently developed a few 
friendships with some of the women she worked with; she simply wanted to 
share woman-talk sometimes, so they had nothing to do with sex, and Frank 
had gone along with her the few times she had invited them and their 
husbands over for drinks. There had been one funny situation when one 
woman's husband had turned out, much to his discomfort, to be an old 
swinging buddy of theirs, but she and Frank had been able to be discreet and 
hold their laughter in check until the couple had left. She still had to 
hide a smile when the woman boasted that she was sure her husband had never 
cheated on her. 

She stirred as Ruth poked her head in the doorway. "There you are," said the 
other woman amiably. "I've finished up in the kitchen for now and I think 
I'll go upstairs and take a little nap. Would you wake me when it's time to 
start supper?" 

"I'll do that," Joyce answered. "Have a nice rest, Ruth." She watched the 
woman walk up the stairs slowly, noticing how much older she looked than she 
had at Christmas time, when they had been here last. She was only 
fifty-three, but thirty-four years of keeping this big house clean, giving 
birth to and raising five children, the youngest still at home, and taking 
care of all the little things life on a farm demanded of her had taken its 
toll. She knew Clara was a big help to her but she felt compassion for the 
woman all the same. 

Joyce picked up a magazine from the table by her chair and rifled through 
the pages. It was last month's issue and she had already read it, so she put 
it back down and sighed. The only thing she disliked about these vacations 
was the long afternoons, when Frank and the children usually went off about 
their own business, leaving her with nothing to do. She was normally a very 
busy person and did not like to be idle for very long. She tried attending 
to the men's conversation but they were talking about weather and crop 
yield, things she knew nothing about. 

She drifted off into a daydream again, wondering if there was anyone around 
she could talk to. She knew everyone at lunch had announced their plans for 
the afternoon, then recalled that she had seen a cute young man coming out 
of the bam when they had driven up. He was a local boy Harry had hired to 
help around the farm the last two summers, but she couldn't remember his 
name. He had looked much older this year, and she casually wondered if he 
might be open to a little roll in the hay. It would probably be literally 
just that, she decided, dismissing the thought. But as she was turning her 
attention to the flowers that were growing outside the window, his name came 
up in the conversation at the other end of the room. 

"Yes," Harry was saying, "That boy George is sure a good worker. He 
graduated from high school this spring, just turned eighteen, and he's 
fixing to go to Ohio State University this fall. He's working his way 
through school, but I'm afraid he'll find himself a better paying job next 
summer, and I'll have to go looking for another hand. I don't need one so 
much in the winter but I certainly would like to be able to hire him back on 
next year." He went on to tell Frank about the new milking machine he had 
bought that spring, and Joyce's thoughts returned to the boy. 

He was only eighteen! He had seemed so much older, but then if he was trying 
to work his way through school he was most likely more serious than the 
young men she saw every day on the beaches at home. She was remembering the 
easy way he had carried a large bale of hay from the bam, the muscles in his 
arms rippling, when the girls came into the room with Jason, giggling among 
themselves over some private joke, and she realized that the time had flown 
by and she should go rouse Ruth and help her with dinner. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Harry pushed back his chair and stood up from the table. "Well, Ruth, you've 
done it again," he declared, "that was one of the best meals I've ever 
eaten." 

There was general agreement around the table. Ruth blushed but her eyes were 
shining with happiness. She loved cooking for this large family and always 
enjoyed it when everyone came to visit. It was more work, to be sure, but it 
was good to hear the old house ring with talk and laughter. 

The women began clearing the dishes away as the men wandered into the living 
room. Timmy suddenly remembered that he and Clara had left the ladders in 
the orchard in their haste to reach Clara's house that afternoon. He made up 
an excuse to leave the house, not wanting anyone to know where he was going. 
He knew it would seem strange to his Uncle Harry that he had not returned 
the ladders to their proper place and he didn't want to have to answer any 
questions. 

Susie watched Timmy leave the house and decided to follow him. She had hit 
upon an idea to put her knowledge about him and Clara to use. She offered to 
take the garbage out and after she had she sneaked away to follow her 
brother. She caught up with him as he was carrying the ladders out of the 
orchard. 

"Gee, Timmy," she greeted him. "I thought you would have done that this 
afternoon when you finished picking apples." 

"Oh, hi, punk," he answered with one of his many nicknames for her, one that 
usually made her mad, but tonight she seemed to ignore it. He did not want 
to be bothered right now, and her presence interfered with his thoughts 
about his voluptuous aunt and her daughter. He tried to brush her off, with 
little success. "Aunt Clara and I got to talking and forgot to bring these 
in. What's it to you?" 

"Nothing, really," she answered innocently, falling into step beside him. "I 
just wondered. What could you and Aunt Clara possibly have to talk about all 
afternoon? She's almost as old as Mother!" 

Timmy said, "There's only a year's difference. Mother isn't that old! 
Besides, Aunt Clara is easy to talk to, not like Mom. She wanted to know... 
uh," he hesitated, thinking fast, "yeah, she wanted to know if I've decided 
what I'm going to study when I go to college." 

"Oh." Susie was quiet for a few moments. They had reached the bam where 
Timmy was putting the ladders away, hanging them from large hooks on the 
wall, and Susie wanted to wait until she had his full attention. Just as he 
slid the end of the ladder onto the last hook she said, seemingly to 
herself, "Boy, Aunt Clara sure has a funny way of talking to you!" 

Timmy whirled around and glared at her. "What do you mean by that?" he 
demanded. He realized that his sister must know something about his 
afternoon's activities. She would not have followed him out just to talk; 
they weren't that close. He had to find out just how much she knew. Surely 
she hadn't seen--! 

But she had. Susie knew she had the upper hand and she wanted to make her 
brother squirm. "Well, I never saw anyone talking like that before," she 
said playing with a piece of straw and not paying him the slightest 
attention, "crawling around on their hands and knees." 

Timmy was dumfounded. "B-but," he spluttered, "we--we were looking for 
something! Aunt Clara dropped an--an earring!" 

The girl before him considered. "Oh, is that all!" she said brightly. "I 
didn't realize Aunt Clara got so dressed up to work around here. I guess she 
must have dropped it when she took her dress off!" She turned to him 
accusingly. 

"We--I--she wanted to take a shower," the boy answered lamely. He was scared 
but he still tried to bluff her way out. "What were you doing watching 
anyway? Didn't anyone ever tell you about privacy?" 

"Aunt Ruth sent me to tell you two dinner was ready. I heard Aunt Clara 
crying and I looked in the window to see what was wrong," Susie explained. 
"That's when I saw both of you on the floor, stark naked. And you were 
sticking your big fat thing into her!" she ended triumphantly, pointing to 
his crotch. 

Timmy was horrified. She had seen everything! His only hope had been that 
she had been guessing, or at least that she had not known what she was 
seeing. But she obviously knew full well what had been going on in the 
cottage that afternoon. Suddenly weak, he sank down on a bale of hay and 
regarded his sister bleakly. "So what are you going to do now?" he asked. 

Susie looked at her brother seriously. This was the part of the plan she was 
not too sure about. If she told their parents now she would lose her 
advantage. But if she did not make him pay right away he and Clara might get 
together and deny the whole thing! So it had to be now, tonight! 

"Timmy," Susie said breathlessly, "I want you to show me what you did to 
Aunt Clara. Do it to me right now--everything! If you do it I promise I 
won't say a word to Mom and Dad. But if you won't I'll go tell them right 
now!" she exclaimed, edging nearer the door in case he tried to stop her. 

Timmy was flabbergasted! He stared at his sister in shock as his thoughts 
whirled around his brain. He couldn't do what she suggested. She was only 
twelve, and besides, she was his sister! But he knew if she went to their 
parents right away he wouldn't be able to hide his guilt. And what would it 
do to Clara! He shuddered at the thought. Uncle Harry would probably kick 
her out, and what would Sally think? No, it just wasn't possible. There was 
only one way to stop his little sister... 

In a flash he was on his feet, leaping at the young girl. She was quick to 
side-step him and was almost at the big bam door when he tackled her, and 
the two of them were down, rolling around in the hay and dirt that littered 
the floor. It was a silent struggle, for neither of them wanted to bring out 
the rest of the family by making noise. Susie kicked and fought her brother, 
pulling his hair and trying to scratch his face. Then with one mighty heave 
he was on top of her, pinning her arms to the floor, his body laying across 
hers. They glared at each other, panting and out of breath. 

"Listen, you little bitch," he hissed at her through his teeth, "I'm going 
to teach you never to spy on me again. I'm going to give you what you asked 
for, little girl, only I don't think you're going to like it!" 

It was Susie's turn to be scared. She hadn't counted on her brother's anger! 
She had hoped only to scare him a little, just enough to make him willing to 
show her that big prick she had seen him using on Aunt Clara, and maybe let 
her fool around with it a little. Though they fought like any brother and 
sister, Timmy and Susie liked each other pretty well, and she had no idea he 
would be this upset. She tried to plead with him, knowing it was hopeless. 

"Timmy, please let me go! I promise I won't tell, I promise!" She was near 
tears, but Timmy couldn't be budged. He was tired of her teasing and 
cajoling him into doing things he didn't want to do, and this was the last 
straw. He wasn't about to turn back now. 

He released her arms and sat up. She lay there rubbing her bruised arms 
where he had held them until he said brusquely, "Get up and come with me." 
She stood and he pushed her roughly past the row of stalls to an empty one 
on the end. He shoved her in and told her to take her clothes off. 

Susie obeyed numbly, too terrified to speak. When she was naked, shivering 
in the cool night air, Timmy began to strip. 

He could hardly believe it, but he had a full-fledged erection. He had 
noticed it as he lay on top of his frightened sister and figured it had 
happened because of their struggle. But he discovered that the more he 
bullied the girl, and the more terrified she became, the harder his cock 
grew. He didn't know what to make of it but he was glad it had happened--he 
wanted to use it to intimidate his sister even more! 

The young virgin gasped when Timmy lowered his jeans. His thing was 
enormous! It was at least twice as big around as Jason's! It jutted out from 
his loins, its single eye leering at her wickedly. She almost screamed but 
Timmy stopped her, clamping his hand over her mouth and pulling her head 
back by the hair. "Not a sound out of you!" he growled. "If anyone comes out 
here this was all your idea!" 

Susie stared at the boy, suddenly a stranger to her. Her vivid imagination 
replayed the scene she had witnessed in Clara's cottage. He couldn't mean to 
do anything like that to her! Tears welled up in her eyes and trickled down 
her cheeks. 

Timmy saw her crying but he didn't care. He was naked now, too, and as he 
spread his shirt on a pile of straw and sat down he told her to kneel in 
front of him. Holding his bulging member in one hand and flipping it idly 
from side to side, he said to his sister, "See this? This is my nice, juicy 
prick. Pretty big, isn't it? Well, you're going to put it in your mouth and 
eat it. Oh, yes, you are, you little bitch," he said, drowning out her 
protests. "Clara did and you're going to, too!" He grabbed the back of her 
neck and dragged his sister's head down to his stiff cock. "Now do like I 
said!" 

Susie put out her tongue and gave his dong a few tentative licks, but he 
pushed her head farther into his crotch and she had to open her mouth and 
try to take his pole. In it went, though her mouth was dry as dust and she 
thought she would choke. She was still crying and with her mouth and nose 
full she couldn't breathe! Still he thrust his meat into her unwilling 
mouth, holding her head so she could not withdraw. Then she had it all and 
his grip eased a little as he told her to suck him off. 

The feeling in Timmy's loins was making his head reel. He was not violent by 
nature, but forcing his little sister to take his whole throbbing prick in 
her mouth had turned him on incredibly! He lay back as she began sucking on 
his rod, her head still in his hands, moving as she did. Part of his mind 
realized she was no stranger to this activity, but he didn't want to think 
about it, just enjoy it! 

The young girl fell into the rhythm of her work. This was what she had asked 
for, and now that it was happening it wasn't so bad. It had hurt at first, 
trying to force this huge thing into her small mouth, but she had stopped 
crying and could breathe again. Timmy was obviously enjoying it, shoving his 
stiff, yearning cock into her now moist mouth each time she tried to move 
away. She still stung with humiliation, though, and looked for a way to 
repay her brother's brutality. 

Timmy was making low moans now every time the head of his joint hit the back 
of her throat. Suddenly he began to jab his rod into her mouth with short 
jerks, almost ready to cum, and she saw her opportunity. She clamped her 
lips tightly around his lunging rod and just as the soft head was passing 
through the tight orifice once again she bared her teeth, sinking them into 
the spongy flesh. Timmy let out a yell and grabbed her by the hair, sitting 
up as he jerked her head from his aching member. 

"What the fuck are you trying to do?" he raged at her, furious with pain. He 
shook her head, pulling her hair, and she clawed at his hands to free 
herself from his grasp. Suddenly he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her 
over his knees, pounding at her bare bottom with one broad hand and holding 
her wrists together with the other. He kept spanking her when he realized 
how it revived his wounded prick and brought it back to life. 

Susie was crying again, muffling her sobs so her brother would not hear 
them. She didn't care how much his blows hurt! She had gotten him in his 
most vulnerable spot and that was all that mattered. As her sobs died down 
she realized that her brother's blows to her reddened ..ass weren't hurting 
all that much anymore. In fact, there was a warm glow spreading throughout 
the whole area! She felt his growing cock nudging her belly and knew her 
brother was not unaffected, either. 

Suddenly his spanking turned into rubbing as the boy gave in to his feelings 
of desire. He massaged and kneaded her burning ass, still holding her hands 
pinioned in one of his. She was his captive and he had total power over her! 
The thought sent fire racing through his groin. 

Susie was responding to his aggressive caresses. She had decided to give in 
to him and not try to hurt him anymore. Her feeling of submissiveness only 
further heightened the glow she felt around her genitals as Timmy began 
dipping his hand into her virginal slit. She spread her legs to accommodate 
his searching fingers and heard him chuckle. 

"So you decided to cooperate, did you?" he asked derisively. "Well, you're 
still in for some surprises." His hand wriggled around in her vulva, 
smearing itself with her juices. At first he had been surprised at her 
wetness but, remembering her expertise in giving him head, concluded that 
she had had previous sexual experience. He made sure his index finger was 
good and slippery and before she could protest, thrust it the full length 
into her asshole. 

"Ooww! That hurts'." she cried out. "Timmy, don't do that! OWW!!" 

"Just relax, little sister," he sneered. "You'd better get used to it." He 
shoved his finger in and out of her dark hole, enjoying the friction of her 
belly against his burgeoning cock as she writhed in agony. Putting his free 
fingers in her twat he raised her groin several inches from his knees, his 
index finger popping out of her sore ass as he let go and she dropped to his 
lap. 

"That was just a taste of what's in store for you," Timmy told her. "Right 
now I'm a little thirsty and I know what's good for that." Releasing her 
hands he told her to get on all fours, her crotch over his face, facing away 
from his body. "I don't want those teeth of yours anywhere near my crank," 
he said roughly. 

As Susie was moving to obey his command he stopped her, staring at her 
chest. "Why, you don't have any tits at all, do you?" he teased. He put his 
mouth over one of her miniature breasts and tongued the tiny nipple into 
hardness, drawing back to survey his handiwork. "There, at least you can see 
that one now," he jibed. He took the other little nubbin in his teeth, 
biting at it harder and harder until she begged him to stop. 

"Sure, little sister, I'll stop," he said in mock pity. "I wouldn't want to 
cause you any pain! Now, get up there where I can lick your hot little 
cunt!" he ordered the unhappy girl. 

Susie moved and was soon astride her brother's face. His breath was hot on 
her box as he pulled her down to his open mouth, then his tongue was on her 
clit and she forgot her previous hurts. How she loved that feeling! A warm, 
licking tongue on her little joy-button could send her heart racing. He 
flicked it around and up and down and over her bud, settling down to vibrate 
the incredibly sensitive tip. One finger had found its way into her asshole 
again, another penetrating into her tight pussy. The invasion of her ass did 
not hurt her this time but only served to increase her passion! Timmy was 
sucking her clitoris now, sending her closer and closer to her climax. He 
knew she was about to cum and jabbed his fingers into her as hard as he 
could. She arched her back, her pelvis moving to stimulate her more, and 
Timmy made his move. Just as she was on the verge of cumming he bit down 
hard on her rigid clit. 

Susie was too far gone to register pain. The sensation she felt when Timmy 
bit her only sent her skyrocketing higher in bliss! Her twat pounded on his 
fingers, still deep inside her, as her juices gushed over his hand and face. 
Moans were escaping from her mouth as she exploded above him. 

Timmy was mad that his little sadism had not ruined her climax. He had 
wanted to hurt her as she had hurt him! Suddenly he had to get his 
overloaded prick into her pussy. He didn't think she was a virgin, but he 
knew his large cock would be a tight fit in her young box. 

Abruptly he pulled his fingers out of her crack and scooted himself away 
from her. "Don't move!" he demanded. "Just stay where you are." 

The girl turned her head and saw him kneeling behind her and felt his fat 
dick nudge the back of her drenched slit. 

"You wanted everything Aunt Clara got," he said in a low voice. "And now 
you're going to get every inch of it!" With that he positioned the head of 
his bulging member at the opening of her steaming cunt and began to push. 

"Timmy, no!" Susie wailed. "I'm a virgin!" 

"Like--hell--you--are! " replied Timmy, emphasizing each word with a shove 
of his rock-hard pole against her unbroken membrane. On the last word Susie 
felt her flesh tear with a searing pain! She screamed and almost fainted as 
Timmy continued to thrust his gigantic prick into her tender, bleeding cunt. 

The boy looked down and saw her blood trickling down his leg. "I guess you 
weren't lying," he said ruefully. "Well, it's too late now! You might as 
well enjoy it!" and started pounding his meat in and out of her. and the 
pain receding. This was going to feel good! If only... She sneaked one hand 
down to touch her hardening nut. That was much better! Soon she was matching 
Timmy's moves and rubbing herself vigorously. 

Timmy didn't fail to see her reach for her crotch. With a quick move he 
pushed her hand away from her clit and took over. This was his show and if 
this was her first time he was going to make damn sure it was good! Their 
argument was forgotten and they both strove to please the other. 

The boy was overwhelmed by his sister's tight little twat! Clara's ass had 
been just as tight but Susie's box was softer, and the outer ring of muscles 
made a tiny hole that almost squeezed his head off every time he passed 
through it! His cum was building up, ready to spurt forth, but he couldn't 
withdraw from this luscious snatch. He had meant to fuck Susie in the ass, 
too, but he knew the pain would be too much for her. Besides, he wanted to 
cum in her cunt and shoot her full of his hot liquid! His free hand 
descended to her frothing box again and, drenched, his index finger 
re-entered her ass. 

Susie was almost delirious when she felt him intruding into her anus. Timmy 
was giving her the works! His thrusts were so powerful she could hardly keep 
her balance! The myriad sensations assaulting the young girl were too much 
for her as Timmy banged at her clitoris and filled both of her orifices with 
his pounding meat! She began sobbing with joy, crying out, "Timmy, don't 
stop, keep doing it-forever--ah--ah--aagh!!" Her orgasm burst upon her and 
made her whole body tremble and shake with its intensity. 

Just as she cried out his name, Timmy gave a convulsive jerk and shot his 
load deep into her pulsating cunt. He was paralyzed, his shooting cock the 
only thing moving; even his breathing had stopped. Then he was gasping for 
air, his pelvis involuntarily pumping his draining piece into his sister 
until it finally popped out, limp and shriveled. 

Susie sank onto her side when Timmy withdrew his hands from her body. She 
was tingling all over, a feeling which gradually gave way to warmth and a 
sense of completion. She looked up and saw her brother watching her, a small 
smile on his Ups. "We should end all our fights this way!" she declared 
stretching lazily. 

"We'll have to do that from now on," he grinned. "Come on, kid, we've got to 
get dressed and get back to the house. We've been out here a long time!" 

The two children dressed hastily and went to the house friends again. When 
their mother eyed them suspiciously and asked what they had been doing out 
there for so long and why their clothes were such a mess, Timmy answered her 
easily, "Oh, we got in a fight and had a sort of wrestling match." Susie 
giggled then, unable to keep a straight face. "But we made up again in the 
end, Mom." 

"Well, that's good. You two fight too much," their mother said. "Now off to 
bed, the two of you! And don't forget to wash! You smell like you've been 
rolling in horse manure!" 

Laughing aloud at that, brother and sister raced up the stairs to bed. 

CHAPTER NINE 

Joyce woke to find sunlight streaming in the windows. She yawned and 
stretched lazily, glad that she had not had to get up early as usual. Frank 
had left the bed at four-thirty that morning to go fishing with Harry and 
Jason, but they had promised to make their own breakfasts. So she had 
decided to sleep as late as possible. 

She glanced at the clock and saw that it was already ten. Not really that 
late, but late enough for a farm where there was at least an hour's work 
done before breakfast at six! 

Her mind went back to the scene last night when Timmy and Susie had come in 
from the bam. Their excuse had sounded plausible enough, but there was still 
something strange going on. And why hadn't Alice been with Susie? The two 
girls had been inseparable since their arrival. 

Come to think of it, several things yesterday had been a little funny. Jason 
had been terribly restless, while Clara had hardly paid any attention to 
him, not at all her usual self. And Timmy had been distracted all day, and 
she had noticed Sally watching him closely at dinner. 

Well, whatever it was, she wasn't going to let it bother her on such a nice 
day. She showered and dressed and made her way down to the kitchen. There 
she found Ruth and Clara up to their elbows in flour and apple peelings. 

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Ruth greeted her. "There's coffee on the stove 
but you'll have to get your own breakfast." 

"That's okay, Ruth," Joyce answered. "I think I'll just have an apple. With 
all the pies and bread you and Clara are baking I think I can afford to skip 
a meal. Would you like some help?" 

Clara turned to her. "Oh, no, Joyce, we're doing just fine. This is your 
vacation, remember?" She was a little nervous around the other woman, 
feeling that somehow she must know about her son's involvement with her. 

Joyce was glad to be let off the hook. This was her vacation and she meant 
to enjoy it. "Where is everyone?" she asked. 

"Well, the men are off fishing," Ruth began. "Sally and Timmy went into town 
for some supplies and I think they were going to stop at the movies for the 
matinee." 

"The girls went off riding the ponies," added Clara, "and they took a picnic 
lunch, so they won't be back until late afternoon." 

Twenty minutes later she was lying on a blanket on the lawn by the drive, 
armed with suntan lotion, a book and a small radio. Two hours had almost 
passed when Joyce, pretty well roasted and very bored, looked up at the 
sound of a car pulling into the drive and parking at the side. 

It was George Johnson, Harry's hired hand. He spoke to Joyce as he passed 
her on his way to the bam. 

"Afternoon, ma'am. Sure is a nice day to get some sun." 

"Hello, George," she answered. This was the young man she had been 
daydreaming about yesterday. She saw that her first glance had not lied; he 
was a very good-looking boy. "Yes, it is a good day, but very hot. Could you 
possibly do me a favor?" she asked, smiling up at him. She was lying on her 
stomach and she knew that when she raised her head he could see into her 
skimpy bikini to her small, well shaped breasts. 

"Sure, ma'am, if I can." His face went pink as he glimpsed her tits. "What 
is it?" 

"Do you see that hose over there?" she asked, pointing to a hose that Ruth 
had been using to water the flower beds. "Could you spray me with water? It 
would feel so good!" 

The boy was a little embarrassed by this unusual request, but he went along 
with it. Joyce stood up and danced around in the spray, laughing and gasping 
at the coldness of the water, the sun glistening on her wet brown skin. She 
was very aware of Georges' eyes on her body, and finally she signalled him 
that it was enough. 

"Thank you, George. That really cooled me off!" she laughed. "You should try 
it sometime." 

"Yes, ma'am, I guess I should," he answered, still self-conscious. "If 
you'll excuse me, ma'am, I've got to get to work now. I've already missed 
half a day on account of some testing for school, and I've got a lot to do." 

"Of course, George. Don't let me keep you." She watched him walk away, 
admiring his loose, easy gait. He was such a gentleman, calling her ma'am 
and everything! She gathered her things together and went into the house to 
get some lunch. 

After she had eaten and pulled on a pair of shorts and a loose shirt over 
her bikini, she made her excuses to the two women in the hot kitchen, saying 
she was going for a walk. 

Instead of walking Joyce had some other activities on her mind. With 
everyone gone or busy for the next few hours, this was her chance to be 
alone with George. She headed for the bam, hoping he would still be there. 

She was in luck! The boy was in the tack room, cleaning the saddles and 
harnesses. 

"Hi!" she said, feigning surprise. "I came in here because it looked so cool 
and dark." Actually it was almost as hot in here as it was outside, but it 
sounded reasonable to her. 

"Hi, Mrs. Peters." He seemed more relaxed on his own ground. "A barn can be 
a pretty inviting place, I know. I really like the smell of hay, myself. 
It's so clean and, well, fresh." Surprised at his long speech, he lapsed 
into silence. 

Joyce realized that he was still a very shy young man, for all his relaxed 
attitude. She remembered that Harry had said he was working his way through 
school, and decided that would be a safe topic. 

Seating herself on the workbench, she said, "Harry tells me you're planning 
to go to Ohio State. Will this be your first year?" 

"Yes, ma'am, it is. That's why I'm working here," he explained. "You see, I 
have a partial scholarship, but I have to earn the rest of it myself." 

"You sound like you know just what you want," the woman stated. "Do you know 
yet what your major will be?" 

Georges' eyes lit up. "Yes, ma'am! I'm going to be a veterinary doctor. It 
means a couple of more years of school, but it's worth it to me." 

Joyce was curious in spite of herself. This young man was very interesting! 
"Why do you want to be a vet, George? Don't you like farming?" 

"Sure, farming's all right. My daddy was a dairy farmer," he explained. "I 
saw him lose a whole herd of cows because two of them were diseased. It was 
the law-they couldn't cure it so they had to kill all the cows that were 
exposed. It nearly killed my daddy. He had to sell out and go to work in a 
store." He trailed off thinking. "Two years later they found a cure and a 
vaccine against it. That's why I want to be a vet-I'd like to practice and 
maybe do some research too." 

"Is Ohio State a good school for that, George?" Joyce wanted to know. 

The boy smiled at her ruefully. "I've pretty much got to take what I can 
get. I know there's some pretty good schools out where you live in 
California, but I just don't have the means to move all the way out there, 
and even if I did I'd still have to pay out-of-state tuition." 

Joyce thought hard for a moment. "George, we--Frank and I--have a friend on 
the Board of Admissions at U.C.L.A. If you are really serious about wanting 
to go there, I might just be able to convince him to waive that residency 
requirement. Would that help you out?" She didn't bother to tell him just 
how good a friend it was--in fact they had swung together quite often--or 
exactly how she was going to convince him. 

Georges' eyes lit up again as he considered the idea. "Mrs. Peters, that 
would be great!" he exclaimed. "Do you really think he would do it?" 

"There's a very good chance, George," she answered, smiling at his 
excitement. "And please call me Joyce. 'Mrs. Peters' is much too formal." 

"Whatever you say, uh, Joyce," the boy said, still thinking about her offer. 
"But, gee, ma'am, how could I ever thank you? It may not seem like much to 
you, but school is one of the most important things in my life!" 

Joyce regarded him lightly, "It's not done yet, remember. But if it does go 
through, just knowing that you will be getting a better opportunity is 
thanks enough for me." 

She stood up and stretched, taking off her loose shirt to reveal her tiny 
bikini. "It's not as cool in here as it looks!" she said with a laugh. "I'm 
glad I left my bathing suit on." She had realized that George's mind was 
definitely not on sex and that she would have to re-direct her approach if 
she was going to seduce him. He was still thinking about college! 

She walked over to where he was buffing a saddle on a saw-horse. Leaning on 
it from the side opposite the boy, she looked up at him through her 
eyelashes. "If you really want to show your gratitude, George, I'm sure 
something more immediate can be arranged," she said huskily. 

George looked into her green eyes, then his gaze fell to her chest. Her 
bikini was cut low across her breasts, pushing the small apple-shaped orbs 
up so the flesh rounded out over the edge of the fabric. He could see her 
hard nipples standing out and suddenly knew she had something else in mind. 
His face turned bright red as he considered the possibilities and felt his 
prick begin to grow in his levis. 

The older woman watched his reaction to her unspoken proposition with silent 
laughter. He was so young and naive! He was probably still a virgin though 
she knew he was at least eighteen. She was going to enjoy getting his cock 
out of his pants and into her cunt. 

"George," she began, nonchalantly, "Isn't there somewhere in this bam where 
there is a little more privacy?" 

"Well, uh, yes, there is, ma'am," he said, flustered at her request. 
"There's the loft, where we store the hay." 

"You lead the way, George," she sparkled at him, rubbing his arm with a soft 
hand. 

"Why, ah, sure ma'am. This way." the boy stumbled around the saw-horse and 
walked out to the big main room of the bam. "We have to climb this ladder 
first." 

"Oh, George, do you think there might be an old blanket lying around 
somewhere? It would be much nicer if we have one," she told him. "I'll go on 
up and you find us one." 

He nodded his head in confusion and turned away from Joyce. She suppressed a 
giggle as he walked back to the tack room, enjoying the adventure, then 
raced up the ladder to the hay loft. 

George was dumfounded by Joyce's actions. He had heard about women like her 
but had never expected to meet one! She wasn't bad looking, he reflected, 
with a nice figure for a woman her age. He guessed she was in her 
mid-thirties, about Clara's age. But where Clara was quiet and retiring, 
this one was very aggressive! He picked up an old horse blanket and, 
thinking about the way her nice round tits had looked in that skimpy little 
bikini, returned to the ladder and climbed it quickly. 

Joyce had not wasted any time. She sat on a bale of hay, stark naked, her 
clothes strewn about her on the floor. It was dim up here in the loft, but 
she had chosen to sit in a beam of sunlight coming through the one open 
window. The light played on her yellow hair, making it shine. "It was so hot 
up here I just couldn't wait to get my clothes off," she explained coyly. 

The boy, embarrassed again, could only nod as he spread the blanket on a 
soft mound of loose hay. Finding his voice he said, "Here's the blanket you 
asked for." He couldn't figure how he had gotten here, with this naked, 
brash woman, and he couldn't think of a way out of it. Not that he really 
wanted out, but... 

"George, don't you think it's warm up here, too?" Joyce was asking. Before 
he could answer she told him to take his clothes off so she could see what 
he really looked like. 

Turning even redder, he complied. He had never been completely naked in 
front of a woman before and was shy about his body. But soon he was standing 
bare by the blanket, unsure of what to do next. 

Joyce stood and walked over to him. This boy was big! She came barely to his 
shoulders, which were broad and muscular. A sparse patch of light 
reddish-brown hair covered his wide chest, the same color as on his head, 
but it grew thicker below his waist, forming a line that widened into a 
heavy pubic forest. His dick hung at half-mast but she could see that it was 
in keeping with his big frame. She reached around to feel his buttocks, 
pleased when she discovered they were firm and muscular. 

"That will be very nice to hold on to while you're fucking me with this 
good-looking prick," she told him, moving her hands around his body until 
they rested on either side of the object in question. She put her thumbs 
underneath it and bounced it lightly, gratified to see it stiffen and swell. 

"Mrs. Peters--uh, Joyce--well, I don't know... " George stammered. 

"That's all right, George," she answered him, "I'll show you what to do." 
She knew that was not what the boy had been about to say but she wasn't 
going to let him back out now. His dong had been growing steadily in her 
hands and she couldn't let that get away! It was a magnificent piece, fully 
twelve inches long and too fat for her to get her fingers around! It was 
giving off a strong, masculine smell of sweat and excited sex and she wanted 
to get her mouth on it right now! 

Pulling him by the convenient handle, she sank down onto the blanket and 
George followed. She rolled against him, rubbing her whole body on his and 
mashing her tits onto his chest. His hands were on her, tentatively 
caressing her body. Suddenly she propped herself up on one elbow and studied 
his face. 

"George, have you ever put this lovely dick into a woman before?" she asked, 
squeezing his member with her hand. 

He glanced away in shyness. "Yes, once, when a bunch of us went over to West 
Virginia to find us some prostitutes." 

Joyce gave a short peal of laughter. "Why all the way to West Virginia? 
Don't they have prostitutes in Ohio?" she asked, smiling at his stricken 
face. 

"Why, sure they do, ma'am, he answered, confused by her laughter. "It's just 
kind of traditional for us to go over there." 

"I see, George," she said, hiding a smile. Then, serious again, "Tell me, 
George. When you were with this woman--this prostitute--was it any good? 

I mean, did you like it?" 

He looked at her then. "Well, I got it off, if that's what you mean. She 
didn't seem to care much one way or the other. Why do you want to know?" 

Joyce looked at the young man in front of her intently. "George, you're 
going to get married someday, and I'm going to show you how to make your 
wife happy, in bed at least. You can't just jump on a woman and have your 
kicks and expect her to like it. And if she's happy in bed she'll be happier 
out of it, too." 

"Gee, Joyce, that's really nice of you to show me!" he said admiringly. 

"Oh, it's not all for you!" Joyce was laughing again. "I mean to have a good 
time teaching you! Now, come here and kiss me!" 

That was one thing George did know about. His tongue was deep in her mouth 
almost before she could get it open, probing her cavity and sending little 
shivers of surprise up her back. She responded whole-heartedly, her cunt 
warming to his assault on her mouth. She had forgotten the passion a young 
man brings to his kisses and was soon out of breath. 

"George, you surprised me! Where did you learn to kiss like that? Not from 
any whore, I'll bet!" Joyce exclaimed "Well, I've gotten around a little," 
he admitted blushing. "My girlfriend won't let me do anything else, so I've 
gotten a lot of practice in kissing!" 

"Your practice certainly has paid off," she said, laughing. "I'm all hot 
already! Now, how's your anatomy?" 

He looked blank. "Anatomy? What do you mean?" 

"If your girlfriend suddenly took off all her clothes, what part of her 
would you want to touch first?" She asked him. 

The boy thought a moment. "I guess I'd start with her breasts," he said, but 
Joyce urged him on. "Then I'd probably touch her down--down there." He 
pointed to Joyce's crotch. 

"That's the way most men think, George," she told him. "But a woman likes to 
be touched all over--her ears, her neck, her legs, her belly. And there's 
one little thing a lot of men don't even know about, or bother to take any 
time with." 

"What's that?" he asked, curious. 

In answer the woman spread her legs wide, her knees bent upwards. "Open it 
up," she instructed the boy as he moved in to look. 

He obeyed, spreading her fuzz-covered cunt lips wide to expose her vulva. He 
had never seen one this close and was surprised at the way it looked. He ran 
one finger down the length of it, marveling at the slipperiness of it and 
the way his touch made the woman moan a little. 

"Did you notice a little lump at the top?" she wanted to know. When he 
answered yes she said, "That's my clitoris. It's the most sensitive spot on 
my whole body, sort of like your penis." 

George touched it again, rubbing it lightly. "It's getting hard!" he 
exclaimed, excited at his discovery. 

"Yes, it does that when I'm aroused, like now," she explained. "Playing with 
it will make a woman cum." 

"Is--is that what a man does when he--when he eats out a woman?" George 
stumbled over the phrase. 

"He does that as well as licking the whole area," Joyce replied. "Sometimes 
he sticks his tongue or his finger in her cunt." 

"Like this?" he asked, jabbing a finger into her box. 

"Oh--yes! Like that, George!" the woman cried. 

Suddenly George was upon her, his face between her legs and his tongue 
stabbing savagely at her hard clit. One finger was still in her steaming 
hole and another soon joined the first, pumping in and out. He began sucking 
on her stiff little bud, stopping now and then to lick all around her lips. 

"Oh George," Joyce was moaning, "you do learn fast! Yes! Keep doing that!" 
she shouted as he twisted his fingers in her slithery box. She had been 
turned on already from exposing her treasures to the innocent boy, and his 
eager willingness to put his new knowledge to immediate use was driving her 
crazy! Her pelvis was grinding away now as she neared her climax. His fiery 
tongue was working her pleasure button into a frenzy as she began sighing, 
"It's cumming, it's so close, ah--ah--oh, God, George, do it, do it, DO IT! 
Aah!" Her twat pushed into his face, her cunt vibrating on his stabbing 
fingers as she came, drenching his face with her love juices. He pulled his 
fingers from her cunt and lapped at her, glad to have pleased her so soon. 

Joyce put her hands on his head and raised it so he could look at her, 
smiling as he gazed into her lusty eyes. His own brown eyes sparkled as he 
asked, "Did I pass the first lesson, Teach?" 

"You did remarkably well," she chuckled. "So well, in fact, I'm going to 
reward you and let you do it again. Only this time I'm going to do you, 
too." 

George pinned at his teacher. He had wanted to have a woman suck his cock 
for a long time! The whore had refused to do it when she saw how long it was 
and he had been dreaming about it ever since. He hadn't thought it was 
something nice women did, but Joyce was full of surprises! He moved up to 
lie on the blanket on his back as she told him to, and was soon staring at 
her beautiful snatch again, hovering above his face. 

The older woman was pleased, too. She was about to devour his untasted meat 
and to initiate him into the joys of oral sex. His stiff prick was fully and 
gloriously erect, which told her he enjoyed giving as well as getting, 
always a good sign. Then she remembered she hadn't given him a chance to 
savor her round little tits, and scooted herself backwards until they were 
positioned over his waiting mouth. 

George looked at the small, round boobs hanging before his eyes. They were 
well shaped, the flesh soft and bouncy. He had noticed when she was standing 
that they sagged just a little, the undersides curving out while the tops 
were flat. The nipples were rosy pink and wrinkled, well-chewed by her two 
children and innumerable lovers. 

He began fondling them and was about to take one in his mouth when she said 
above him, "I'm going to demonstrate on your little nips what I want you to 
do to mine." He felt her tongue probing his tit, surprised at the feeling 
her soft tongue provoked. He followed her lead, and she was soon sucking and 
nibbling on his tiny nipples, biting them gently with her teeth. He did to 
her eager boobs everything she did to his little buds, his hand reaching up 
to twiddle her clit while she stroked his cock. 

George's mouth on her breasts and his hand in her snatch soon had Joyce 
burning again, and his long, rock-hard prick was drawing her like a magnet. 
She moved forward again, licking his belly as she did and receiving the same 
treatment from him. Then her tongue was on his rigid pole and his face was 
buried in her molten slit. 

Joyce was savoring the taste of his huge cock. She ran her mouth up and down 
the length of the shaft, one hand playing over the silken head and the other 
fondling his hairy balls. Slowly she enveloped his smooth knob with her 
warm, wet mouth and began to take the rest of his mighty prong, inch by 
inch, her tongue making hot tracks across the surface of his salty tasting 
meat. The hand on his balls slipped into the crack in his ass and began to 
rub the tiny wrinkled hole it found there. 

The boy had stopped lapping at Joyce's cunt when he felt her mouth 
descending his pole. The feeling was beyond belief! All of his imaginings 
hadn't come close to the ecstasy of her rapidly moving tongue on his 
incredibly sensitive dick! When she touched his round asshole he ground his 
face into her box, his tongue returning to its former occupation with 
renewed vigor. 

Unable to take all of the giant into her throat, Joyce's free hand was 
following her mouth on George's slippery rod. Her lips were clamped tightly 
around its circumference and her head was twisting from side to side, faster 
and faster as his tongue worked its way into her steamy cunt and back to her 
rigid bud when his fingers again invaded her box. She began plunging her hot 
crotch into his face, wanting to cum again before George did. She had other 
plans for him! 

He sensed her desire and increased his efforts, grabbing her buttocks with 
his unoccupied hand and holding her snatch to his mouth as he nearly sucked 
her raging bud clear off! 

Joyce was almost beside herself with joy! She was moaning now around the 
cock in her mouth as George's fingers pumped her cunt fiercely, sending her 
over the edge into bliss! She was cumming hard, her whole body pulsing and 
exploding as the boy continued to devour her. She held his throbbing prick 
still in her mouth as her body released its pent-up energy and he slowly 
licked up all her juices. Then she raised her head, popping his joint out of 
her mouth into her hands. 

She moved so that she was lying next to him, managing to hold on to his 
sticky, bulging prick the whole time. He hugged her to him, rolling his body 
on top of hers. She whispered into his ear, "George, fuck me now. Put that 
monstrous thing of yours into me and screw my brains out! Do you want to 
fuck me?" 

"Yes!" he panted. "You know I do!" 

"Then tell me!" she demanded. "Say it!" 

He drew his head back and looked at her, all shyness gone. "Joyce, I'm going 
to screw you, I'm going to fuck you with my hard, hot prick until you can't 
see straight!" 

"Please, please, George, do it now!" she wailed, unable to wait another 
second! 

With that George raised his body slightly and Joyce wrapped her legs around 
her waist, bringing the oozing head of his eager crank to the opening of her 
wet, ready cunt. With one thrust he was in her up to his balls. 

"Uunh!" they both exclaimed simultaneously in surprise. George felt as if 
his dick had been swallowed whole by a soft, wet octopus. Her hands were 
everywhere, stroking, caressing, teasing and guiding his moves. As for 
Joyce, her hungry box was so full of hard, thrusting cock that she could 
hardly breathe! They began moving together, bouncing on the hay with 
abandon, both of them knowing that their encounter was going to be brief. 

George's young cock, stimulated almost beyond endurance, was nearly ready to 
go off. He pumped himself into Joyce's overflowing hole, sending her higher 
and higher each time his long rod touched bottom. Both of them were sweating 
freely now, gasping and shouting in their passion. 

Neither of them heard the truck pull up to the barn, or the footsteps on the 
ladder to the loft. 

They were in the midst of their tumultuous orgasm, rocketing and plummeting 
on the blanket, their voices raised in ecstasy as George filled Joyce's cunt 
with his spurting cum until it leaked out and ran down his legs. 

They were panting for breath, resting from their heavy exertions, when they 
heard a sound behind them and turned to see Sally and Timmy, grinning at 
them like a couple of devils. 

CHAPTER TEN 

"Hi, Mom," Timmy said casually as he walked over and sat down next to his 
speechless mother. "What have you been up to lately? Are you having a nice 
vacation here on the farm?" With that he and Sally burst out laughing, 
unable to contain it any longer. 

"Oh, Joyce, if you could only have seen your face when you looked like you 
wanted to find a nice convenient hole to crawl in and die!" 

"Just what are you doing here anyway?" Joyce demanded, her shock turning to 
anger. "This was supposed to be a private party." 

"Sorry, Mom, we didn't see the Reserved sign on the bam door," Timmy 
apologized mockingly. 

"Yes, the maitre' de must have forgotten to put it up," Sally said, the two 
of them bursting into giggles again. 

Joyce's anger began to crack. "I guess it is kind of funny, at that," she 
said, smiling ruefully at the thought of her and George being caught with 
their pants down. By her son, no less! At least he was taking it well! 

She was suddenly suspicious. "Timmy, why weren't you more upset when you saw 
me here with George?" she asked her son bluntly. 

"Mom, you and Dad may think you've hidden your swinging activities from me, 
but you haven't," he told her. "I've known about them for at least a couple 
of years. I think Susie probably suspects, too, by now." 

"Well, that's a relief, in a way," she sighed. "Frank and I have been trying 
to decide just how to tell you and your sister, but it looks like now we 
won't have to. Why don't we get dressed now, George, and I'll let you get 
back to work. The show's over for today," she said, turning to address the 
young man beside her. 

Poor George! He was sitting there trying to be inconspicuous, pulling one 
comer of the rumpled blanket over his bare jewels. He wasn't having much 
success for Sally, aware of his shyness, was holding on to the other comer 
so he couldn't get any leeway. He had readily agreed with Joyce's suggestion 
and looked thoroughly miserable when Sally spoke up saying, "Oh, I don't 
agree at all, Joyce. Why, Timmy and I were just saying that you two put on 
such a fine performance that we were tempted to join the cast and try an 
encore! After all, watching such a show doesn't leave one completely 
unaffected! " With that she yanked the blanket from George's hands, exposing 
his limp, pink organ. "It looks like one of the actors is out of costume," 
Timmy remarked, knowing a little how George must feel. "Maybe a short 
intermission will give him time to become his old bold self again." There 
was a round of laughing agreement to this, though the other boy still looked 
a bit nervous. 

Joyce turned to her son. "What did you two do this afternoon? Ruth said you 
were going to the matinee in town." 

Sally and Timmy exchanged an amused glance. "Yes, we did go to the movies, 
but don't ask me what was playing," Sally said. 

Timmy joined in. "You see, Sally wanted to demonstrate something to me." 

Joyce had a pretty good idea of what they were talking about, but she wanted 
to hear them tell it. "What could you possibly have to demonstrate in a 
theater?" she asked Sally innocently. 

Sally was enjoying this immensely. "It started when I was telling Timmy 
about some of the young men I've counseled in my social work. A lot of my 
counseling is done--well, after hours, you could say." She glanced at George 
to see if he knew what she meant. The look of astonishment on his face told 
her that he did. "I usually don't like to let these kids know where my 
apartment is, so we meet somewhere away from it," she went on. 

The older woman interrupted her. "Are most of these young men?" 

"Oh, yes," Sally told her. "I find it much easier to help them when they're 
young. After nineteen or twenty, they lose a certain boyishness." She 
sneaked a sidelong glance at George again. He was hanging on every word, his 
face pink but his eyes very interested. Suddenly she realized it was 
terribly hot in the loft. "Would anyone mind if I took off my shirt?" she 
asked, looking around the small group. 

"I'm sure no one would mind at all," Joyce responded, knowing exactly what 
Sally was up to. It was kind of fun for her to watch another woman at work 
and see what techniques she used. 

Sally's shirt joined the pile of clothing on the floor. She was wearing a 
lacy pink push-up bra that certainly did what its name implied: her 
luscious, full tits were pushed up to the point of almost falling out, the 
brownish nipples showing slightly over the edge of lace. George's eyes had 
nearly popped out of his head when he saw them, but Joyce noticed that Timmy 
looked at them with an air of possession. 

"Now, where was I?" Sally asked. "Oh, yes, I was mentioning that I usually 
work with young men. Boys grow up in the city so fast that I have to catch 
them early. Many of my boys are younger than Timmy!" She looked at him 
coyly, seeing him blush for the first time. 

"You know, that's true in California too," Joyce said. "I've found that the 
older boys are just too--well, knowledgeable." 

"I can see that you and I think alike, Joyce," Sally said, smiling at the 
older woman. "There's something so nice about taking an innocent young man 
and introducing him to some of the finer things in life. I feel sometimes as 
if I'm doing a service for the other women in the world." 

"I know just what you mean!" Joyce agreed. "I get a kick out of teaching a 
boy what's what and then turning him loose. And, speaking of the finer 
things in life, I'd like to introduce you to one of them now." Reaching into 
George's lap she held out his prick, which she had noticed was coming back 
to life, and was now standing at half-mast. She gave it a few affectionate 
squeezes, feeling it grow longer under her touch, then handed it over to 
Sally. 

George stared down at the thing in his lap as if he had never seen it 
before. He hadn't even felt it getting hard! Sally's soft hands stroking it 
in a mock handshake made it only grow stiffer, and when she planted a wet, 
smacking kiss right on the head he felt a thrill go through his loins! 

"I'm very glad to make your acquaintance, sir," Sally said solemnly, shaking 
the great member in her hand. It was still sticky with cum and she wanted a 
taste of it. She kissed it, smacking her lips and darting her tongue over 
the head as she did. She wanted to get to know this boy better! 

"You still haven't told us what it was you were going to show Timmy in the 
theater," Joyce reminded her. 

"Oh, yes!" Sally returned to her first topic. "Well, I found that the best 
place to meet my--uh, clients, was in a movie house, during a weekday 
matinee. Most of the old theaters in the city have a balcony, which is 
perfect for counseling." She was still holding the older boy's dong, playing 
with it lightly as she talked, and she noticed that Joyce was edging nearer 
to Timmy. "First I tried an old trick a friend had told me about with a 
popcorn box." 

Joyce nodded her head. This was what she had expected when Sally started 
talking. "Is that what you wanted to show Timmy?" she asked. 

"Yes, that was part of it," Sally told her. 

George broke in, the first time he had said anything since the intrusion 
into his little love next with Joyce. "What is the trick with the popcorn 
box?" he asked. 

"I'll show you," Timmy said, standing up. He walked over to one comer of the 
loft and picked up an old discarded box that had once held nails. He had 
been feeling conspicuous with all his clothes on and wanted an excuse to 
take some off, or at least to get his bulging dick out of the confines of 
his jeans. All this talk about the two women teaching boys had him turned on 
once more! He sat down again, closer to his mother, and said, "It used to be 
used--probably still is--to get a girl's cunt without anyone knowing. You 
poke out the bottom of the box," he said, demonstrating with his nail box, 
"and put it in her lap. If she's wearing pants you can unzip them, or if 
she's wearing a skirt you just pull it up." 

"But I started using it a different way," Sally broke in. "Show him, Timmy." 

The boy unzipped his jeans and pried out his stiff cock. Placing the box 
over it he said triumphantly, "There! Now a chick can play with you and no 
one will suspect a thing." 

"No one will that is, until you start groaning and shooting your load all 
over the place!" Joyce reminded him. "At least when a girl cums she doesn't 
spray whoever is sitting in front of her!" 

"That's where the second part of my plan comes in," Sally told her. "After 
I've done that for a while, and the boy is good and ready, I drop something 
on the floor. Of course, I have to get down and look for it! And if I happen 
to find something else staring me in the eye while I've down there, I can't 
help it, can I?" 

George was looking at her in disbelief. "Do you-do you--well, you know... " 
he managed to stammer. 

"Do I do this, George?" she asked, sinking her mouth down onto his red, 
swollen member, sucking it in and out quickly a few times and listening to 
him groan. 

"Yes!" he yelled, sinking back onto the blanket. Sally plopped him out of 
her mouth and sat up again. "Yes, that's what I do to them. Only they're 
much quieter than you, George, I must say." 

The boy struggled to raise his body, resting his weight on his elbows and 
regarding her, his inhibitions gone. "I sure wish you hadn't stopped, Sally. 
I've been wanting to fuck you for the last two years, ever since I've worked 
here." 

"Well!" Sally exclaimed, turning to Joyce. "Don't you teach your boys any 
manners? He sits here like a bump on a log--and a very big one at that--and 
then he all of a sudden says he wants to fuck me! What's a girl to think?" 
she asked, pretending to be angry. 

"I always try to tell my boys to be honest," Joyce returned. "But sometimes 
their passions get the best of them. What do you say we trade pupils and see 
how good a teacher each other is?" She turned to Timmy, a gleam in her eye. 

"That's fine with me, Joyce!" Sally responded. "I'm sure you will find Timmy 
to your liking!" 

The boy in question looked surprised. He hadn't even thought of the logical 
results of their four-way encounter! But his prick seemed to have 
anticipated the outcome and was ready and willing to go along with it. 
Suddenly, as he looked at her compact body, the thought of fucking his 
mother appealed to him very much. 

Joyce was privately very glad of this escapade. She had been watching her 
son's mental and physical development for the last year or so, and had been 
pleasantly surprised at the change the last six weeks had made in him. He no 
longer sulked around the house, looking for any reason to go out, but was 
cheerful and glad to lend a hand when help was needed. She realized now that 
Sally had contributed greatly to that change, but much of it was purely 
physical, too. He no longer looked like a little boy, but like a young man, 
and she suddenly wanted very much to see him bare-ass naked. 

She turned to face him now, moving so that she was sitting in front of him. 
She slipped her hands under the hem of his T-shirt and stroked his sides, 
feeling how smooth his skin was. Then she lifted the shirt up and his hands 
came up so she could pull it off. She raised herself to her knees to do so, 
stretching high to get it over his long arms, and when the shirt cleared his 
eyes he found his vision filled with her pointy little breasts. 

He brought his hands down to rest on the small mounds, caressing them and 
playing with the nipples. Leaning forward slightly he took one in his mouth, 
rolling his tongue around the stiffening nub and biting it playfully. His 
mother put her arms around his shoulders lightly, stroking his back and 
arms, then bringing them to his head and pressing it harder into her chest. 
He repeated his oral treatment on her other breast, eliciting soft moans 
from the woman. - Sally and George had been watching this tender family 
scene for a few minutes when Sally felt a large hand on her own breast, 
trying to work its way into her bra. "There's no more room in there, I'm 
afraid," she said, showing him the hook that held the lacy contraption 
together in the front. "Open this and they'll fall out into your waiting 
hands," she whispered. "They're just aching for you to touch them, George, 
and suck them and lick them 'til the nipples get all hard!" As she had 
expected, her words only made him more clumsy in his haste to free them, but 
he finally succeeded in releasing her gorgeous tits from their cage. 

George lay back again as Sally crawled over his body, her melons hanging 
down and jiggling as she dragged them over his flesh. She let them flop down 
on his hot pole, using her strong pectoral muscles to entrap his rod and 
squeeze it between her huge orbs. Releasing his throbbing prick, she moved 
on up his body, touching his belly and his chest with her warm, soft breasts 
until she stopped with them dangling above his mouth. 

He remembered that Joyce had done the same thing with her tits. But what a 
difference! These were so magnificent! They seemed as big as twin moons so 
close to his face as his hands came up to fondle them, barely able to grasp 
them, though he had large hands. He brought one of the glowing mounds to his 
mouth, running the nipple over his lips before his tongue came out to lick 
it, describing tiny circles around the pink hills of wrinkled flesh. Then he 
opened wide and took a huge mouthful of sweet, soft skin, sucking the rigid 
nipple deep into his mouth as Sally began to moan, too. 

Her smooth, bare legs were rubbing against his eager prick, and her short 
skirt had worked itself up around her waist and was bunched up on his chest. 
With one hand she unfastened it and worked it down to where she could kick 
it off. 

George couldn't believe it! Her naked bush was rubbing on his chest now--she 
had not been wearing panties! She was dripping wet, for he could feel her 
warm juices trickling onto his belly and down his side. How wonderful it 
would be to take a bath in those juices! He popped the breast on which he 
had been sucking out of his mouth and said, "Sally, turn around so I can 
taste your sweet honeypot!" 

Joyce had decided some minutes before that Timmy had had enough of chewing 
on her luscious tits and had pushed him over to lie down on the floor. She 
deftly removed his shoes and pants and taking his fully erect prick in her 
two hands, lowered her mouth over the magnificent head. Her tongue flashed 
out and covered his manhood with fevered licks as she took his balls in one 
hand and played with them, rolling the hard nuts around in her palm. Then, 
quickly, she was on him, swallowing his fat dick deep into her throat and 
sucking for all she was worth! She was so absorbed in what she was doing 
that she nearly forgot where she was! 

George's voice broke in on Joyce's consciousness. He certainly had gotten 
over his shyness! She had been oblivious to everything but the feel of her 
son's wonderful cock in her hungry mouth and the taste of his sex mingled 
with Sally's, until George's voice had roused her. She glanced up to see 
Sally's bare bottom turning around over George's prostate form and her 
pendulous boobs appearing. She returned her attention to her son as his 
pelvis started to move in time with her sucking motions. 

She had never tasted a cock that was better than the fat, bulging joint in 
her mouth now. It was true that forbidden fruits were the best! She had 
argued with Frank that they should be the ones to introduce their children 
to sex, but he had disagreed on the basis of incest. But she knew now that 
he was wrong! This boy had come out of her womb fifteen years ago, and today 
he was going to go back in! 

Timmy was having similar feelings. At first the idea had seemed strange, but 
the more he thought about it the hotter he grew! Here he was, a young boy, 
about to screw his mother, with her urging him on! He was shoving his turgid 
rod into her mouth now, and suddenly he wanted to taste her juicy cunt, the 
very place from where he had entered the world! 

He struggled to a sitting position, his mother not missing a stroke of her 
hot mouth on his lunging dick. He held her trembling body as he leaned over 
her and told her what he wanted. 

"Mother, I want you to lay back and let me eat your pussy. I want to run my 
tongue all over your crack, over the swollen Ups and deep into your hole. 
Then I want to suck on your clit and make you cum all over me!" 

His words in her ear drove her wild with desire! She obeyed him without 
question, and was glad when he once again deposited his precious cock in her 
waiting mouth, then proceeded to attack her slit like it had never been done 
before! 

He did all he had said and more! His tongue was everywhere at once, moving 
like lightning around her aching twat. His big organ was moving in her 
mouth, too, and she felt him thrusting two fingers as far into her yawning 
cunt as they would go and groaned as he began pumping them into her, deeper 
with each thrust! 

She knew she wasn't going to last long under this kind of treatment! George 
had already lit the spark, but Timmy was fanning her passions into a 
full-out, raging fire! It raced throughout her body, making her 
super-sensitive, and every touch seemed to leave a searing wound on her 
skin. His belly was crushing her tender breasts, his cock in her mouth was 
piercing her very soul! She was writhing under the ferocious attack of his 
mouth and fingers, moaning and breathing heavily as she approached that 
heavenly release. Then she was almost fainting, cumming in waves of bliss 
that threatened to crush the fingers trapped in her joy box! Timmy increased 
his licking, lapping at her abused crotch as if he would never stop! Then 
suddenly his fingers were gone and his surging prick jerked out of her 
mouth. 

"I can't wait any longer, Mother!" he cried. "I have to fuck you now or I'll 
die!!" 

Able to talk once more, Joyce panted, "Yes, Timmy, fuck me now. That load of 
hot cum you have in your juicy dick belongs in my cunt, so put it there 
right away!" 

Now it was Sally's turn to be carried away by the other woman's cries of 
overwhelming passion. She was stretched out full length on the body of the 
older boy, her tongue working its way around his manly pole, his face 
completely covered by her drenched twat. She looked up at the other couple 
just in time to see Timmy's cock, loaded to the gills and looking as if it 
would start shooting any second, disappear into the vagina of the woman 
under his fevered body. She watched as he pumped his tool into his mother 
and saw Joyce's hips rising to meet the boy's pounding thrusts, groans and 
sighs coming from both of them. The sight and sounds made her almost forget 
what she was doing, for just as Timmy was shoving his meat into Joyce's 
eager box, George pushed two fingers into Sally's, and she felt she were 
watching herself being fucked. Then she realized that she still had a 
gorgeous prick in her hand and promptly clamped her mouth over it, 
forgetting the scene she had just witnessed when she tasted George's sex and 
the remains of Joyce's cum on his hot rod, and let out a long, low moan of 
pleasure. 

The bam was quiet except for the soft, wet sounds of sucking, the slurp of 
Timmy's dick as it moved in his mother's cunt, and the moans and groans from 
the four excited people. They all heard at the same time the sound of 
Clara's voice calling, "Sally! Sally! Are you out here?" 

"Oh, shit," the girl muttered, dropping George's prick from her mouth as he 
tried to sit up with her legs still clenched around his head. "Be quiet, 
everyone! I'll get rid of her," she whispered to the startled group. 

"I'll be right there, Mother, just as soon as I finish this hand. We're up 
here in the loft playing gin," she lied, hoping her mother wouldn't want to 
investigate. 

"That's all right, dear," Clara answered. "I only wanted to remind you that 
you said you would help me with dinner. Your Aunt Ruth went to lie down for 
a while and it's time to go pick the vegetables for tonight. I'll be in the 
kitchen when you're ready." "Okay, Mom, I'll be down in five minutes." They 
heard Clara's footsteps recede as she left the bam. 

They all breathed a sigh of relief, Sally wailing, "Damn! I was so close to 
cumming! And now I have to go!" 

"You still have five minutes," Joyce reminded her from her position under 
her son. "George should be able to get you off in that time!" 

"Sure, Sally, the least I can do is try," George agreed. He was sorry to see 
her go without that bit of satisfaction and without waiting for an answer, 
went to work again on her swollen twat as she sat there. 

Sally gave in to his tongue and found she was just as hot as when they had 
stopped! In fact, the close call had made her even more excited as she 
thought of her mother's reaction to the orgy in the bam! Then George's 
fingers were inside her again, plunging into her pulsing hole, and he sucked 
her rigid clit until he felt her pelvis bucking, pushing her cunt into his 
face until she nearly broke his nose! Then she was cumming, gasping and 
panting as a tremendous tide of fulfillment washed over her! She sat on his 
face, panting and trying to get her breath back, then jumped up and pulled 
her clothes on. 

"Sorry that I've got to run as soon as you've eaten," she quipped, looking 
at the boy's unhappy face and bulging crank. "Maybe Joyce can find something 
to do with that swelling you've got there. She's very good with things like 
that, I hear." With that remark she disappeared down the ladder and ran out 
of the bam. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The three people watched Sally hurry down the ladder. Then Joyce, still 
pinned under Timmy's sweating body, turned her head and looked at the other 
boy. "Well, George, do you want to take Sally's advice?" she asked with a 
smile. 

George was in a daze. It had all happened so fast! First she was here, 
sucking him off and enjoying his mouth on her twat, and now she was gone! 
His erection was going fast, too, and he looked dismally at the woman 
remaining in the loft. "I don't know how much good I'd do you now, Joyce," 
he said glumly. "It looks like you're pretty well tied up, anyway." 

"I think I might be able to find room for one more, George," she told him, 
studying his fading cock. "But it looks like your friend is pooped out." 

"Now, Mother, don't you think there's some way you could bring his dick back 
to life?" Timmy teased her, excited at the thought of both of them 
assaulting his mother's body. He thought fast, then said, "Here, I'll tell 
you what. I'll lie down on my back and you can sit on me, and George can 
stick his prick in your mouth. I know you'd like that very much!" He didn't 
tell her that he had seen her doing this very thing with his father and one 
of their so-called business acquaintances, only a week before he had left 
California for the summer! 

"I think that would work very well, Timmy," Joyce agreed, "but maybe George 
here doesn't want to." 

"Oh, I do, Joyce! I got a little scared when Clara came out, but I'm still 
as hot as ever!" the older boy assured her eagerly. 

"Then what are we waiting for?" Timmy asked, pulling his fat cock out of his 
mother's twat and flopping down on the soft hay. "I think I'm going to like 
this! It's the first time I've gotten to lie down on the job!" 

Laughing at his frankness, Joyce straddled her son and brought his sticky, 
pulsing dick back to her steaming cunt. She had nearly had an orgasm from 
watching Sally get hers and she wanted to delay the action no longer! She 
settled herself onto Timmy's thick joint with a sigh. 

"Oh, how I love to have your fucker in my hole! Now come here, you big 
country cunt-licker, and let me get ahold of your crank!" she ordered the 
other boy, who was standing near, waiting his turn. 

He did as he was told, standing in front of her with his muscular legs 
planted on either side of Timmy's body, and offered his limp organ for her 
inspection. She took it in one hand and bounced it lightly in the palm of 
her hand as it began to grow again. Then she took it in her mouth, smelling 
Sally's flowery perfume on his balls. The scent of another woman on his 
manhood made her want to swallow him whole! She sucked at his member, 
feeling it twitch and fill out in her mouth until it was in its full glory 
once more. 

George grabbed her head to control her movements. This was the first time he 
had been sucked to rigidity and the way his dick had swollen in her mouth 
until it was full to bursting almost made him cum then and there! But he 
wanted to save himself, knowing that she had just begun. He held her head 
still until he felt the flow of passion subside a little, then loosened his 
grip and let her lick and suck him all she wanted. 

Timmy gazed up at the scene above him. George's legs were spread wide and he 
could see right up to his mother's mouth, now working along the length of 
the huge prick with little kisses and laps of her tongue. At the same time 
she began to move her pelvis from side to side and around in a circle, 
sliding his bulging cock around in her juicy slit. 

The young boy couldn't believe how exciting it was to watch his mother 
sucking on that enormous prick! She had wrapped one arm around a sturdy leg 
to steady herself and was holding the thick shaft of George's huge dick in 
the other, moving her hand on it as her mouth wound its way over the red, 
swollen head. 

Timmy was remembering the feel of that mouth on his own juicy member and 
began pumping his hard cock into Joyce's cunt. He reached down between 
George's legs and found his mother's rigid clit and rubbed it fiercely, 
hearing her moan around the big rod in her mouth. 

The older woman an was in heaven! As much as she loved fucking young boys 
she had never had the opportunity to make it with two at the same time. She 
was sobbing in ecstasy now as George began to tease her, holding her head 
again and pulling his mighty cock all the way out of her mouth, letting it 
rest on her open lips. She strained forward, trying to grab it with her 
mouth once more, but he held her firmly away and said, "Do you want my cock, 
Joyce? Do you want to suck it and make it cum in your hot mouth?" 

"Yes--yes!" she cried, fighting his grasp. 

"Then tell me! Beg me to let you!" he demanded. 

Joyce was pleading. "Please, please let me suck on your big beautiful prick, 
George. I want to make you cum deep in my throat! PLEASE!!" 

He let go of her head and she lunged forward, taking his stiff organ in one 
gulp. The soft head was in her throat, blocking off her air, but she still 
strained to take it all, and was rewarded by the feel of his pubic hair on 
her cheek. She bounced her head up and down on his slippery pole as fast as 
she could, sucking her cheeks in and tightening her lips to form a tight 
circle around his rod. 

Timmy's young cock had jerked and then swollen even more when he heard the 
brutal interchange between the two above him. He looked up again to see 
Joyce's head twisting and turning around the purple rod extending from 
George's loins. He could see the veins standing out on it as her movements 
brought it into view. He stared at the gigantic thing, his own meat pounding 
into his mother's cunt, yelling "Fuck me, mother! Suck his big fat cock and 
FUCK ME! Ah--ah--I'm--going--to--cum--soon! " George arched his back as 
Timmy cried out. His words sparked an explosion in the older boy's loins and 
he felt his hot load burning its way down the shaft of his boiling prick and 
into Joyce's mouth. Then he was yelling, too, his voice drowning out the 
woman's cries that were muffled by his shooting rod! He pressed her head 
deep into his crotch, forcing her to hold his prick in her mouth as he shot 
her full of his hot jism. 

Joyce felt George's molten cum searing a path down her throat to her belly 
just seconds before Timmy's joint exploded into her writhing snatch and his 
steaming liquid met George's deep in her body. She screamed as the double 
onslaught of love juices brought her own climax crashing down onto her and 
she shook and trembled, tears running down her face. Timmy was still pumping 
load after load of his cum into her as she swallowed the last drops of 
George's and he sank to the floor. As soon as Timmy's organ was drained she 
followed George's lead, and the two boys held her close between their 
contented, warm bodies as all three drifted on a sea of bliss. 

Susie and Alice climbed up to the loft through the trap door at the far end. 
"Ssh," Alice whispered, leading the way to the secret room she had built out 
of bales of hay. "Don't let them hear us!" They climbed to the top of a high 
mound of bales and into Alice's private enclosure just under the rafters. It 
had only three walls, but it hid them from sight as they watched the scene 
below. 

They had come in several minutes earlier, hot and dusty from riding their 
ponies all day. Hearing noises from the loft they had climbed the ladder to 
investigate. But when they had seen the goings-on they decided to go back 
down and come up again farther away, and go up to Alice's room which was a 
very good vantage point from which to watch the fun. 

"Wow! Look at that!" Alice exclaimed softly as Timmy stood up from his 
mother's body, his prick standing out thick and hard in front of him. Even 
from a distance they could see that it was wet and sticky from her slippery 
cunt. "He's been fucking your mother!" 

"I guess he can do her if he can do me," Susie replied, smitten with a 
twinge of jealousy. She had told her cousin about last night's adventure 
with her brother when they had stopped in the woods to eat their lunch. They 
hadn't gone much further, for Susie's vivid description of Timmy's actions 
had aroused them both so much that they couldn't let their chance go by. 
They had spent the last couple of hours amusing themselves with Susie's book 
and each other's hot little boxes. The ride home in their bare-backed ponies 
had done nothing to lessen their excitement, and as they watched the 
threesome below they removed their clothes and went to work on their hungry 
twats once more. 

Alice was again staring at her cousin's prick, amazed at the size of it. She 
had had a crush on Timmy for a long time, and seeing him naked, his manhood 
erect and throbbing as he lay down on a pile of hay, made her cunt fires 
leap and bum fiercely. Her hand stole into her crack as she leaned against a 
bale of hay; she wanted to do this herself, without Susie's help, so she 
could fantasize about his fat rod fucking its way into her virgin twat. 

Susie was just as happy to leave Alice alone. She was mad that her mother 
had been fucking Timmy; with her twelve-year-old logic she reasoned that her 
brother was hers alone. When she saw her mother approach him again and sit 
down on his legs, his beautiful prick sinking into her juicy box, Susie 
wanted to scream and yell at her not to! But when the older woman seemed to 
be paying more attention to George, sucking his little dick and holding onto 
him like that, she knew she somehow had to get him away from her. She 
watched the tiny worm grow into a huge staff, throbbing and pulsing with hot 
juice, and vowed to herself she would somehow get him! 

Susie glanced at Alice scornfully. How could she be banging away at herself 
at a time like this? The other girl's eyes were glassy and there were soft 
moans coming from her half-open mouth. One hand was making large, slow 
circles around the outer lips of her creamy box. Susie's passions had been 
extinguished by her jealousy, but now, watching her nubile young cousin 
working herself into a frenzy, she felt herself kindling again. She decided 
to enjoy herself a little while she waited for her mother to finish off the 
two boys. 

She jumped to the top of the wall of the little enclosure and sat down 
leaning back on a bale set upright at the corner. The hay was scratchy on 
her bare bottom and she wiggled around, trying to get comfortable. Finally 
she was, and spreading her legs apart, knees bent, she gazed at the activity 
below her, wondering if one of the groaning trio might look up here and see 
her. 

She decided that no one would. They were far too engrossed in their rampant 
lust to be aware of anything else! Her mother was sucking madly at George's 
huge prick and bouncing up and down on Timmy's swollen rod. The two boys 
were responding with zeal, and some of their lust communicated itself to 
Susie, who felt a prickling in her twat that wasn't caused by hay. Soon she 
was twiddling away at her own fevered cunt, staring at the three-way 
lovemaking session going on before her eyes. 

Suddenly she realized how she could get back at her mother for fucking 
Timmy. She had a plan! Momentarily putting aside her own passion she 
scrambled down from the wall and ran over to Alice. She shook the girl, 
gradually getting her attention away from the spectacle. "Listen! I have a 
plan," she said to her curious cousin, telling her the details in a hushed 
whisper. 

Alice giggled, "Do you really think it will work?" 

Susie was sure it would. "All we have to do is wait until they've all cum. 
They won't know what hit them!" 

The girls' imaginations were fired by Susie's scheme and their cunts hot 
from their own manipulations. When they saw and heard the two boys and one 
woman cumming they exchanged secretive smiles. 

Standing on the wall of hay, the two girls watched as George and Timmy 
cuddled Joyce between them. It was perfect! Susie nodded to Alice; with a 
loud "Whoop!" they were off. 

Three startled faces turned toward the far side of the loft. There were two 
young, naked girls, jumping and sliding down the mountain of baled hay that 
filled the loft. The girls were yelling and whistling, the sounds reaching 
to the rafters, their hair flying and their small tits bouncing as they 
fell. Joyce suddenly recognized them--it was Susie and Alice! But what were 
they doing? 

She soon found out. The girls landed on the floor and raced to the three 
bodies lying close together. Alice pounced on her cousin Timmy, Susie on 
George, and they tore them away from Joyce and began to shower the 
astonished boys with kisses and caresses! They were like demons, covering 
the boys' bodies with their own warm flesh, crawling all over them. The boys 
soon began to respond as each of the girls zeroed in on the shrivelled prick 
of their respective captives. Using her own technique--Susie by squeezing 
and licking George's dong and Alice by sucking Timmy's into her throat--each 
girl soon had a stiff, yearning cock in her possession. Then George and 
Timmy each found himself confronted with a dripping wet twelve-year-old 
cunt, and they each made the best of a good situation and dug in. 

Joyce, after she got over her initial surprise, watched the proceedings with 
an amused smile. This day had certainly been full of surprises! She had 
never seen such a novel approach--first the noisy attack and then the silent 
capture and victory--and was glad for the girls that the boys were young and 
virile, easily aroused even so soon after what she knew had been 
earth-shaking climaxes. For herself, she was out of the running for a while, 
and she stood and walked over to the discarded blanket and sat down to enjoy 
the sights. 

Timmy had recovered quickly from his surprise at feeling his limp dick in 
Alice's soft mouth. He was sure Susie had engineered the whole thing, though 
he knew that Alice had been infatuated with him for several years. What he 
couldn't understand was the ease with which she awakened his slumbering 
prick--she had always seemed so shy and innocent! He knew his sister was 
behind this somehow, too, but he was becoming too aroused to think about it! 

When her pink, swollen snatch appeared above his face, begging to be 
devoured, he realized his desire for her was real, not just because she had 
given him a hard-on. He licked gently at her tender, fleshy bud and dipped 
his tongue into her clean tasting, virginal box. But she wanted more than a 
lick and a promise and wiggled her crotch in his face until he took her clit 
in his mouth and sucked it hard. She sighed and relaxed, pumping his 
swelling cock into her mouth and letting her tongue play over it as she did. 

Alice was so glad Susie had suggested this! It was heavenly having Timmy's 
prized possession in her mouth, tasting the heady mixture of his and Joyce's 
cum. And the things he was doing to her treasure box! He was lapping at it 
now, his broad tongue covering it from end to end and adding a teasing twist 
when he touched her almost painfully sensitive clit. His hands were stroking 
her legs then moving up to knead her small, firm buttocks, one finger plying 
the long crack and coming to rest for a moment on her little wrinkled 
asshole. They moved on up across her back and down her sides to end up 
cupping her newly-formed breasts. His hands were so gentle and loving! Her 
heart was pounding with excitement and love for her cousin. He must really 
like her if he would treat her so tenderly, not in the brutal way Susie had 
told her about! 

George, however, was having his troubles. This had been quite a mind-blowing 
afternoon for him, first with Joyce's expert seduction; then with Sally's 
stories of her exploits in the Big Apple and consequent demonstration of her 
techniques by Timmy and his magical popcorn box. And then right in the 
middle of eating each other out, to have Sally coolly get up to help her 
mother fix dinner! The fact that Joyce had taken on both remaining boys, one 
of them her own son, had been the final blow to him mind as well as his 
body. He responded mechanically to Susie's caresses, his young cock growing 
under the touch of her hands and mouth, but his mind was numb from the shock 
and surprise of all that had gone on that afternoon in the once-peaceful 
bam. When she offered him her warm, wet pussy he could only nibble at it 
half-heartedly though he knew by the way she crushed herself onto his face 
that she expected much more. 

Susie was about ready to cry! Although his huge, sticky cock had responded 
readily enough, she knew by the way he just lay there, barely licking at her 
hot, homy cunt, that his heart wasn't in it. She had wanted so desperately 
to prove to her mother that she was just as able to turn a man on and get 
him off! But this big lug didn't even seem to care that she was trying her 
best to arouse him as her mother had! She glanced up and saw that Alice was 
having no trouble at all with Timmy; the two were locked into an embrace, 
their bodies writhing together and low sighs and moans escaping from their 
busy mouths. She noticed that Timmy was working a finger into the other 
girl's tender young ass, and that Alice was obviously enjoying it, her 
little ass sticking out to accept the burrowing member. 

Susie figured that this might do the trick for her, too. Sliding a finger 
into her mouth alongside George's swollen prick, she wet it and wiggled it 
down past his balls until it came into contact with the wrinkled hole in the 
boy's bottom. It was a tight squeeze, for George didn't open his legs for 
her, not aware of what her target was. 

When the boy felt her long, skinny finger worming its way into his virgin 
asshole he couldn't figure out what was happening. Suddenly awareness burst 
upon him as her wiggling finger plumbed the depths of his dark cave. He had 
never experienced such a delightful sensation! Everything fell into place as 
his confused mind cleared and he was able to accept all the bizarre events 
of the day. He realized in a flash that everything was okay. The ages or 
relationships of the people involved in the experience didn't matter-all 
that was - important was that they enjoy themselves! With this hedonistic 
thought in his mind he was able to turn his attention to the aching twat 
that covered his face. He gladly lapped at the swollen cunt-lips and rammed 
his tongue into the quivering box, his hands roaming over Susie's grateful 
body, responding fully now to the young girl. 

She knew that George was awake and hot when he attacked her wanting clit and 
stabbed a long, work-worn finger into her waiting cunt, his hips thrusting 
his enormous cock into her eagerly sucking mouth. He was so much bigger than 
Timmy! She was unable to take much more than the red throbbing head, so she 
compensated by twisting her head around frantically, assaulting the rigid 
member from every angle possible. She was rubbing her tiny breasts over his 
belly as she moved her head and torso, and her nipples were so hard from 
excitement that she thought they would bruise his flesh! Her finger was 
still working away in his ass, pumping deep into his bowels and turning this 
way and that. 

His by now experienced tongue was making its burning way around her vulva 
and he had two fingers buried in her twat, pounding at it with all his 
strength. Suddenly he thrust them in as far as they would go and, sucking 
her joy button into his mouth, he vibrated his hand in her dripping cunt. 
She began to breathe in short gasps, the sudden onslaught too much for her. 
"Unh--unh--al--aah--AAH!" she screamed around his cock, almost dropping if 
from her mouth as she came with force. Her cunt was contracting on his 
quivering fingers, still moving deep inside the young girl. Her explosive 
orgasm was slowing as the girl relaxed, but she still gasped each time his 
tongue touched her ultra-sensitive bud. Her head fell onto his leg, her 
mouth still holding his pulsing cock as she sighed. She was almost purring, 
a humming "Mmmm... " sound coming from her mouth each time she exhaled. The 
humming only helped to increase George's desire and, taking his 
pussy-drenched face from her satiated cunt he said demandingly, "Susie, turn 
around and come up here. I want to fuck you, now! " Timmy heard those words 
and wondered if Alice was ever going to have enough of chewing on his turgid 
piece. She had already cum once, quietly but convulsively, shoving her 
burning crotch down onto his face and increasing her attack on his prick. 
She hadn't stopped even when spent, though he had tried to urge her to quit. 
Timmy was enjoying it, of course, but he, too, wanted to feel his thick 
organ in her virgin's cunt. He wanted to pop her cherry and introduce her to 
the bliss she was born to experience! Alice had turned out to be a warm, 
sensual creature; he had loved fucking the other women, to be sure, but this 
time it was somehow different. If he had been religious he would have said 
he was in touch with Alice's soul. Whatever it was, it made him feel tender 
and protective toward her, while at the same time it increased his passion 
for her tenfold! 

Alice wasn't even thinking anymore, completely entranced by the feel and the 
smell and the taste of Timmy's beautiful organ. She nursed his prick, her 
motions almost instinctive, and was hardly even aware of her own orgasm, 
though it rocked her body with spasms of ecstasy. 

George's words burned across her mind, making her aware of what she was 
doing. Of course he was speaking for Timmy, too! Feeling a little guilty, 
she gave the wonderful dick in her mouth one last lick with her fiery tongue 
and scrambled around, coming to rest in the crook of his arm as he turned 
toward her. 

"Oh, Timmy, I'm sorry!" she breathed. "I--I got carried away with myself. 
Your cock is fantastic! I love to suck on it and feel it hot and hard, 
shoving into my mouth!" 

Timmy hugged her tightly to him, smiling at her youthful enthusiasm. "I have 
to admit that I didn't mind it at all," he confessed, drawing back to look 
at her. "You played my crank like a pro! I'm surprised it didn't start 
singing!" 

That made her giggle. "What do you think it would have sung?" she asked, all 
wide-eyed innocence. 

"Oh, probably something like 'Come on, baby, light my fire'," he teased. 
Serious again, he said gently, "Alice, I do want to make love to you. You're 
a virgin, aren't you?" 

Alice dropped her eyes to his chest, stroking it lightly with one finger. 
"Yes, I am," she admitted quietly. "Why do you want to know?" 

"I just wanted you to know that I'm going to be gentle with you," he told 
her, smiling again. "I want your first time to be good!" 

"Great!" Alice was cheerful again. She had been so afraid he would refuse to 
touch her if she was a virgin! She exclaimed gaily, looking him straight in 
the eye, "Let's fuck!" 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

Frank and Harry walked up to the farmhouse, Jason trailing along after them. 
Clara came out to greet them,, wiping her hands on her apron. "How was the 
fishing?" she asked, "did you catch enough for breakfast in the morning?" 

"We caught more than enough!" Harry replied in his loud voice. "Between the 
three of us we got twelve of the prettiest trout you've ever seen. Jason 
here caught two himself! " Clara smiled at him as her husband shuffled up to 
her, proudly displaying his two fish. "Why, Jason, that's wonderful!" Then, 
turning to the other two, she asked, "Aren't you men awfully hot and 
thirsty? Come on in the kitchen and have a beer before you clean those 
smelly things," she finished, pointing to the string of fish in Harry's 
hand. 

"Now, that's a very good idea," replied Frank, leading the way. 

Clara opened two cans of beer for the men and gave Jason a glass of 
lemonade. "Did you go to the fishing hole you used to go to when you were 
boys?" she asked Frank as he gulped his beer. 

"Yes, the very one," he replied, "there's just as many fish there now as 
there were then, too!" 

"I haven't had a chance all summer to go out there," Harry told them, 
shaking his head. "I thought it was pretty well fished out until today. 
"Well," he said, putting down his empty can, "we'd better get those babies 
cleaned, and ourselves, too, in time for dinner!" 

"Jason and I will go put the tackle away and then come back to help you." 
Frank said. "Say, where is everybody? It's awfully quiet around her this 
afternoon." 

"Oh, they're all up in the hayloft having a game of gin rummy," Clara 
answered. "Except Ruth, she's upstairs resting, and Sally, who's out in the 
garden picking beans for dinner. " 

"Are the girls out there, too?" Frank wanted to know. 

"I saw them bring their ponies in a little while ago, so I guess they're 
still out there," was her reply. 

"We'll have to look in on them," said Frank. "Many's the afternoon we spent 
up there, eh, Harry?" 

"That's the truth, Frank," Hank replied with a grin. "Only we were more 
likely to be fighting than playing cards!" 

Frank and Jason left the house and, picking up their poles and gear, headed 
for the bam while Harry set to work cleaning the fish they had brought in. 
Several of the bam cats wandered over to inspect his work and offer their 
assistance in cleaning up. 

Frank was whistling softly as he walked, feeling contented. The men had 
spent a quiet afternoon talking and joking. Harry had been most interested 
in Frank's stories about his life in California and about the people he and 
Joyce brought into their home for fun and games. He had admitted to his 
older brother several years ago that their marriage was not what one would 
call 'normal'; Harry had been shocked, then intrigued, to learn that his 
brother belonged to the group of people known as 'swingers.' He had pumped 
Frank for information and details, and every time they came for a visit 
Frank had to tell him about their latest escapades. He had often wondered 
what his brother was seeking, and realized that it probably brought a little 
excitement into what seemed to be a rather dull marriage. Oh, Ruth was a 
fine woman, but Frank knew she was most likely not very inspired in bed. 

The two men had often talked openly in front of Jason, and Frank studied his 
brother now as they walked. He wondered if Jason had any idea of what they 
were saying in those conversations, and felt a sudden stab of pity for his 
unfortunate brother. It was common knowledge among the adults in the family 
that he had no interest in his wife sexually, and Frank now tried to figure 
out if the man had any sexual feelings at all. He doubted it, but you never 
knew in these cases. 

Frank dismissed the thought as they reached the bam and began cleaning up 
the rods and putting things away. He heard soft voices from the loft and a 
childish giggle, and decided to go up and kibbitz. But when his head cleared 
the floor of the loft he saw something quite different from the card game he 
had expected! 

The first thing that caught his eye was his wife Joyce, sitting on a 
blanket, smiling and rubbing her exposed crotch. His first thought was that 
they were playing strip poker, but when he followed her gaze he saw he was 
mistaken. There on the floor, naked as jaybirds and fucking away happily 
were two couples--Timmy with his cousin Alice and Susie with the farm 
hand--what was his name? George, that was it! He quickly clambered up onto 
the floor and went to sit by his wife. 

"Hi, honey," she greeted him. "How was the fishing?" 

"Mine was pretty good," he answered. "How was yours?" 

Joyce laughed. "Would you believe this is the third round for those boys? I 
quit after a couple of times myself." 

"It looks as though they could probably go a couple more," Frank mused, 
watching his son pumping his hard cock into Alice's little cunt. "How did 
all this get started?" 

"It was just supposed to be a simple, one-to-one seduction," she told him. 
"I brought George up here not long after lunch. But we were joined by our 
son and Sally an hour or so later. She and I discovered that we have the 
same taste for young boys." She paused, smiling at the memory. "You really 
should talk to her sometime--she comes up with some very creative ideas." 

"You know, Clara told me there was a gin game going on up here," Frank said. 

"Oh, that!" Joyce laughed. "She came out and wanted Sally to help with 
dinner. She didn't know it, but Sally was just about to cum when Clara 
called her. Was she mad! But she had George suck her off in two minutes, 
then went trotting merrily away! She told her mother we were playing cards." 
Frank was amused. "She sounds like you when I was first introducing you to 
the scene," he commented. 

"Yes, she is, in a way," the woman agreed. "Well, there I was, with two big 
cocks staring me in the face--and I do mean big! Frank, our son inherited 
some of your best characteristics," she said, placing a hand on his crotch 
and fondling him through his pants. "It was Timmy who suggested the 
arrangements, and everything worked out quite well, I must say." She stopped 
again, grinning at the man next to her. 

"I guess this solves the problem of what to tell the children," her husband 
said, a bit ruefully. "But what were the girls doing all this time? They 
don't look as if they would just sit back and watch!" 

"No, they do like to get involved, don't they?" Joyce responded. "That was a 
complete surprise to all of us. Those two little minxes were up on the top 
of that pile of hay, watching us for God knows how long! And just when we 
were done and were resting, they came whooping and hollering down the pile, 
naked, mind you, and literally attacked the boys." She was laughing aloud 
now, hardly able to talk. "I didn't think the boys had anything left to 
give, but somehow those two got them going again." 

Frank pictured the scene as best he could, then gave up trying--it was too 
unbelievable. "Whose idea was it?" he asked. 

"I think it was Susie's. Alice is too shy to think up something like that, 
but she'll follow Susie anywhere." They watched the couples for a few 
moments as they writhed and groaned, Timmy and Alice side by side and Susie 
bouncing on George's broad pelvis. "I think Alice and Timmy have something 
going for them besides sex," Joyce remarked. "He's been very gentle with 
her--she was a virgin until a few minutes ago. He reminded me of you when 
you popped my cherry, all those years ago." 

Her hand in his crotch became more insistent and he began treating her in a 
similar fashion as they watched their children and friends banging away. 

None of the four children were aware of Frank's approach. Timmy and Alice 
were lost in their own private world of bodily communion, as if they had 
been fucking for years. He had been very gentle with the girl, stroking and 
massaging her from head to toe, planting kisses in every crevice and curve 
of her body until she was tingling all over in anticipation. Then he had 
settled on her breasts, taking each one in his mouth and holding it for a 
few seconds before he began sucking them, gently at first, then harder and 
harder as her nipples grew rigid and she begged him to stop, then begged him 
to go on forever. He was stroking the insides of her thighs at the same 
time, coming closer and closer to her yearning bud but never quite touching 
it, no matter how she wriggled her pelvis to bring her aching clit in 
contact with his teasing hands. He lay his long body on top of hers, his 
trembling prick at the door of her never-entered chamber, and whispered to 
her to raise her legs and bend them. When she had done that, he carefully 
rolled on his side, bringing her with him, his rod still pressed to her 
cavity. She was glowing with desire, urging him to enter her: "Timmy, put it 
in me please! I want you so bad, I can't wait another second! Please, Timmy, 
do it--Aaiieee! Oh--oh--Timmy no! It hurts! Ah-ah-AH!" He was in her, 
thrusting through her thick membrane to tear away the last shreds between 
his prick and her joy. She was sobbing, her hot tears falling on his 
shoulder as he held her close, whispering in her ear, "it's over, baby, 
that's all the hurt. From now on it's only pleasure!" 

He knew there might be more pain as he started to move again, and he wanted 
to get it over with quickly. He began moving in her slippery cunt, her 
juices mixing with her blood to make it wetter. She gasped in agony a few 
times, but her cries of pain soon gave way to low moans of pleasure as she 
warmed to the feeling in her invaded box. 

Alice was astounded by the feelings raging through her body. She had 
expected some pain but not that searing, burning agony! She had wanted him 
to stop when she felt that, and when he had begun to first move inside her, 
but the pain had gradually given way to the glow that came from his repeated 
thrusts. He wasn't entering her too deeply yet, but each move of his hips 
pushed his well lubricated crank farther into her eager cunt. She couldn't 
even remember the pain, now! She felt as if she had been waiting for this 
moment all her life, and she began to match his moves with hers as her 
passions continued to mount. 

Susie and George had both looked up when they heard Alice's first cry of 
pain. The boy wanted to help her, thinking something was seriously wrong and 
not understanding how Timmy could be oblivious to her agony. But Susie had 
stopped him, saying, "don't be silly, George. Just wait a minute and see 
what happens." They soon heard the tortured girl's cries turn to sounds of 
pleasure and lust, and went back to their own activities, a smile between 
them. 

Susie hadn't quite known what to do with George's huge cock when she took 
her mouth off of it and saw it hard and pulsing. It had been so tiny when 
she started! That was her first indication to never judge a man's penis when 
it was soft. She thought of him sticking that great long thing into her and 
winced. 

"George," she said, studying the problem," I think the best thing for us to 
do is for me to sit on top of you. That way I can stop when I have all of 
that--that pole of yours in me that I can take. I sure didn't realize you 
had such a gigantic prong!" 

George agreed it was probably the best way, and soon the girl was astride 
his body, struggling to put the head of his surging dick into her little 
hole. She was still a little sore from last night, but she was determined to 
finish what she had started! Screwing up her courage, she let herself down 
onto his bulging prick in one swift movement. 

She gasped as the breath was almost knocked out of her. She hadn't even come 
near his groin yet, but she was full to overflowing with his great member! 
She waiting until she had her breath back and slowly, carefully began to 
move herself up and down the shaft of his throbbing meat. Soon she was 
moving easily, and she realized that as she relaxed his dick disappeared 
farther into her stretching cunt with each move. In minutes she was bouncing 
on him her breath coming in gasps as his cock burrowed into her raging cunt 
and sparked of the fire in her lions. 

George had been ready to take her any way she suggested, even if she had 
wanted to do it standing on her head and singing the 'Star Spangled Banner'! 
She had gotten him so worked up with her mouth that when she plunked herself 
down on his turgid piece he had almost shot his wad into her tight, grasping 
cunt. Somehow he had been able to hold on, and as the first wave passed he 
entered into the spirit of things and decided he would give her a ride she 
would never forget! 

Their lovemaking was the opposite of Timmy and Alice's. Where the other 
couple were tender and gentle with each other, moving with a slow 
sensuality, George and Susie were almost brutal in their treatment of each 
other. They were rambunctious, their thighs slapping together with an 
audible sound as Susie let her weight drop to his lap, then hoisted herself 
the length of his fevered dick, her dripping box making a slurping sound on 
his cock that brought a giggle from both of them. They were both enjoying 
the ride now, having fun as their passions burned higher and they each came 
closer to cumming. Their squeals of delight rang through the room, mingling 
with the moans and soft sounds of pleasure coming from the other couple. All 
four were building to a climax, and their excitement was contagious, 
bouncing back and forth from pair to pair and reaching the man and woman 
sitting together on the side. 

Frank's hand was deep in Joyce's crotch by now, pleasing his wife with 
little tricks he had learned through their years of sexual experimentation. 
He knew just what to do to bring her to the verge of cumming, then letting 
her down only to raise her higher. He was using all those tricks now, and 
she was responding by wriggling under his touch, her hand inside his pants 
returning the favor. They played with each other, the scene before them 
adding immensely to their pleasure in each other. 

None of them saw that Jason was getting his kicks, too. He had followed 
Frank up the ladder quietly and had stared in utter amazement at the group 
in the loft. His cock immediately swelled in his overalls, and he sat down 
on a handy bale of hay and pulled his dong out of his fly, stroking it as he 
had done when he saw the girls in the woods, his eyes glassy. 

The four children on the floor were going at each other hot and heavy. Susie 
had long since collapsed on George's chest, unable to support herself on her 
arms any longer. Their bouncing had given way to earnest fucking, his loaded 
cock flashing in and out of her burning cunt so fast you could hardly see 
it. Timmy's slow thrusts had increased and were now short, quick jabs as he 
groaned into Alice's hair; the young girl could only repeat his name as the 
heavenly tide of her release swept all thoughts from her mind. Then they 
were both cumming, Timmy's body jerking as his load shot into the virgin's 
constricting cunt. It felt as if her twat was milking his spurting prick, 
urging it to give more and more of his hot juices into her bottomless cave! 

If Alice's cunt was milking Timmy's sodden member dry, she didn't know 
anything about it. She didn't know anything at all, for her mind was turned 
off and all her senses were turned full on! Her whole body was cumming, 
throbbing with her joy and pulsing in time with Timmy's shooting rod! She 
was gasping for breath, her body arched in tenseness, and as her orgasm 
released her tension she relaxed into Timmy's embrace, wanting to crawl 
inside his body and be part of him forever. 

Frank had seen that his son was about to explode into Alice's young cunt and 
that his wife was watching the couple avidly, her hand on his prick urging 
him to imitate the boy. He knew that if he moved his fingers just so, Joyce 
would cream in his hand, and as Timmy's body jerked as his cum spurted into 
the girl's waiting cunt, Frank brought his wife to a tumultuous orgasm! She 
moved her hand faster on his stiff rod as she felt herself giving way, 
wanting to make him cum, too, but he held himself in check, having other 
things in mind. He had been watching his young daughter riding her lover's 
cock and he knew that even if she came with him that she would soon be ready 
for another bout, and he wanted to be there when she was. 

Susie could not have known about her father's plans for her, for she was 
lost in the passion that wracked her small frame. George's pole had worn a 
groove in her tender box, and he was preparing to fill her even fuller with 
his jism. The two were hardly moving now, for even the tiniest motion 
brought spasms of ecstasy to their incredibly hot bodies. Suddenly the boy 
shouted, "That's IT!! I--I'm--Oh, dear God!" He lunged upward, his cock 
expanding as it filled Susie's cavern with load after load of his steaming 
hot cum! She came as he did, gladly accepting his love juices as her 
pulsating cunt sucked them deep into her belly. His vision blurred as he 
exploded into her, then he collapsed, exhausted after his third violent 
orgasm in as many hours. He was completely spent, not even having the energy 
to return Susie's adoring caresses as the passion of her own orgasm 
subsided, leaving her relaxed but full of energy and playful. 

The girl looked up when she realized that George was far beyond being able 
to respond to her affection. She said to no one in particular, "What a party 
pooper! All he can do is go to sleep," complaining about the unfairness of 
it all. Then she saw that Alice and her brother were in much the same state 
as George, locked together in an embrace that looked as if it would go on 
for a long time. She looked in the direction where she had last seen her 
mother, and was surprised to see her father there, too, their hands in each 
other's laps and his rigid dick winking at her. 

"When did you get here?" she demanded of her father, rising from the inert 
body below her, George's shrivelled prick dropping from her crotch with a 
soft plop. She ignored him and the liquid that was dribbling down her leg as 
she went over to her father. "Did you see the whole thing?" she asked him 
eagerly. 

"What I didn't see your mother told me about," he answered, a twinkle in his 
eye. "You've had a busy afternoon, I take it." 

Susie pouted a little. "Not as busy as some people around here," she said, 
glancing at her mother, who only smiled at her, the lazy, contented smile of 
someone who is fully satiated. "How come everyone wants to go to sleep all 
of a sudden?" she asked petulantly. "I'm not the least bit tired." 

"Well, Susie, as you can see, I'm not, either," her father replied. "Maybe 
you and I could get together and work things out between us. " 

"Oh, Daddy, I'd love to work your thing out between us!" Susie cracked, 
falling into her father's trap. She giggled at the pun then disengaging her 
mother's hand from around Frank's bulging member, she took it in her own 
small hands and studied it. 

She had never seen one like this before! It had a lot of extra skin around 
it that moved back and forth when she rubbed it in her hand. "What's all 
this?" she asked her father, puzzled. 

"That's my foreskin," he told her. Every boy is born with one, but nowadays 
they're usually cut off when a baby is a few days aid." 

"Why do they want to cut it off?" Susie asked. "A lot of people think it 
makes it easier for a man to become infected if he has one. You see, when my 
prick k soft, it covers the whole thing, sort of protecting it. All a man 
has to do is keep himself clean and he has nothing to worry about." The girl 
nodded in understanding. "I think it's neat!" she exclaimed. "I sure 
wouldn't want to have it cut off!" She played with it for a few moments 
more, noting that as her father became more aroused the foreskin tightened 
around his now bulging prick. "It's disappearing now that you're getting 
bigger," she commented. 

"Yes, it does that. You see, since my cock is covered most of the time, when 
I become aroused and the skin pulls back, it leaves the rest of my dick more 
sensitive," he informed the curious girl. 

"Well, I'm going to see just how sensitive you really are," said Susie, 
smiling naughtily at the man as she dropped her head to his lap and took the 
tender tip of his prick in her mouth. 

Frank had been hoping she would do just that, and he relaxed onto the 
blanket as she ran her soft wet tongue over the prodigious length of his fat 
cock. He wasn't quite as large as Timmy, but he was at least several inches 
longer. Susie was glad of that; her twat was still sore from George's 
tremendous member and she wanted to be able to fuck her father without too 
much discomfort. 

Susie admitted to herself that although she had enjoyed screwing the 
handsome farm hand, she still was not satisfied, not as she knew she could 
be. So when she had seen her father's erection she decided that he would be 
her next target and was glad when he proved to be more than willing. Timmy 
had not been wrong when he had told their mother that Susie was aware of her 
parents' extra-curricular activities. She had come home from school early 
one afternoon and seen her father with a strange woman, fucking on the 
living room floor. At first she had been very shocked and hurt, but she had 
gradually become aware of secrets that passed between her parents and had 
found out that it was a regular occurrence for them to entertain guests in 
that manner. She had come to accept it as part of their life and had wanted 
to be included in it, and she saw that now was the perfect time to prove her 
abilities to her father and be allowed to join in their fun at home. 

Frank had no need to be shown his young daughter's abilities to please a 
man, but he knew better than to try to stop her from displaying them for his 
pleasure. He ran his warm hands over her naked, perspiring body as she 
tormented his burning dick with her unrestrained movements, twisting her 
head to enable her tongue to reach every inch of his erect penis. Her hands 
were tugging at his pants, pulling them away from his crotch as if they 
offended her. Pulling her head away from his yearning prong, he raised her 
so she could look at him and said, teasingly, "Hey take it easy! Let's try 
one thing at a time." He stood then and removed his clothes swiftly, wasting 
no time. "There, now we can both be comfortable." Settling down on the 
blanket once more and pulling Susie after him, he held his daughter in a 
light embrace and prepared to fuck her while his wife and brother looked on. 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Harry was working at the table set outside the kitchen door, cleaning the 
fish he and Frank and Jason had caught that day. Frank had said he would 
return to help after he had put away the tackle, but Harry didn't really 
expect him back! He knew his brother had probably gotten involved with the 
card game in the hayloft. He was just as glad to have the time to himself, 
because he wanted to go over in his mind some of the things his young 
brother had told him while they had been waiting for the fish to bite. 

The older man didn't know quite what to think about his brother and his very 
outspoken belief in sexual freedom. Seven years older than Frank, Harry had 
been a teenager during the Great Depression and he had fought in France in 
the war, while Frank had been too young to realize the full impact of both 
those events. Harry had grown up to be much more serious and responsible 
than Frank, and he had a hard time believing that Frank's lifestyle was 
good. He could tell that his brother loved his wife very much and he could 
not understand why he felt the need to go with other women, or why Joyce did 
the same with other men. But whatever the reasons, he had found that 
listening to Frank's accounts of his many experiences made him very homy! 

As he cleaned the fish he thought about one scene Frank had described 
vividly to him. It seemed that Joyce had taken a day off from work calling 
in sick, when she had just wanted to take a rest. Frank, knowing she would 
be home alone, left his office early in order to surprise her and be able to 
spend some time with her, just the two of them. But when he got there he 
found his wife and one of the neighborhood women sunning themselves in the 
nude in their enclosed back yard. The woman, a beautiful, well-endowed 
redhead named Marilyn, was one that the two of them had been working on for 
a long time, trying to bring her around to their way of thinking. As Frank 
stood in the kitchen watching them, not going out for fear of scaring her 
away, he had seen Joyce's hand steal over to Marilyn's leg and begin 
massaging it, inching higher and higher until it was deep in the slit 
between her thighs. He saw the empty glasses by their blankets and realized 
the two women must have had a few drinks; he knew the redhead would never 
have let Joyce do what she was doing unless her inhibitions had somehow been 
relaxed. His prick had started to rise as he gazed at the two women, their 
bodies shining with oil, his wife turning the other woman on with ease. Soon 
she had her head buried in the redhead's box, and Frank could see her yellow 
hair mixed with the russet bush in Marilyn's crotch. With some maneuvering 
Joyce turned herself head-to-toe with Marilyn and pulled her on top, her 
mouth still working in the other woman's twat, and soon Marilyn was 
returning Joyce's attentions with gusto. Frank watched the writhing women, 
fire burning in his loins, until he realized that Marilyn was so wrapped up 
in Joyce's pussy that she wouldn't even notice if he joined the party. 
Dropping his pants, already open to allow him to release his growing dong, 
and peeling off his shirt, he walked toward the women enjoying mutual 
cunnilingus on the grass. He paused by his wife's head and she opened her 
eyes in surprise, then winked at him when he pointed to the heaving buttocks 
grinding their way into Joyce's face. Kneeling over his wife's head he 
brought the tip of his throbbing prick to the hot redhead's juicy hole and 
thrust it in as far as it would go, pumping his rod into the unsuspecting 
woman. 

He had been right about the woman not noticing. She must have thought Joyce 
was just finger-fucking her, for when she had cum twice and had toppled from 
Joyce's spent body to look into the eyes of her grinning friend, she saw him 
and ran shrieking to the house, leaving the other two helpless with laughter 
on the lawn. They had followed her shortly and reassured her that they had 
not planned it to happen that way but were very glad it had. After she had 
come around and accepted their explanations, they all three retired to the 
bedroom for more fun and games, cut short only when the kids got home from 
school. 

Harry tried to picture the scene of a lovely, big-breasted redhead 
sandwiched between Joyce and Frank, and as his imagination became more vivid 
and filled in all the details, his prick began to grow in his coveralls. He 
had finished cleaning the fish and was standing by the table, gazing into 
the distance but not seeing anything in his line of vision. Clara came out 
of the back door just then and saw him standing like a statue, mesmerized. 

"Why, Harry, what's the matter?" she asked him, concerned. 

The man shook his head when he saw her. Suddenly self-conscious he said in a 
blustery voice, "Nothing, Clara, nothing at all; I was only thinking about 
something," and picking up the clean fish carried them into the house. 

As soon as he moved from behind the table Clara could see that something had 
gotten to the big man--his cock was sticking out a mile! Harry always wore 
baggy coveralls with very little underneath, and there was nothing to hinder 
his dick or keep it from bobbing in his pants as he walked. She followed him 
into the kitchen to see what he was up to and to get a closer look at that 
big thing in his clothes. Yesterday's romp with Timmy had made her look at 
all the men in the family differently, just as it had made her a little more 
reckless. 

Harry had gone into the little pantry off the kitchen to get some plastic in 
which to wrap the fish. Clara followed him all the way into the room, 
shutting the swinging door as she did. 

"Here, let me do that," she said, taking the fish from him and wrapping them 
up. "Why don't you sit down over there for a few minutes?" She pointed to a 
small three legged stool they used to reach the top shelves. 

Harry didn't know why Clara had followed him in here or why she had closed 
the door and told him to sit down. His senses were still reeling from his 
daydream, and he thought she might want to talk to him about something, so 
he waited while she put the fish away. Then she turned to him with a little 
smile, dropping to her knees before him. 

"Harry," she began softly, her hands moving up his legs toward the bulge in 
his crotch, "whatever were you thinking about out there that caused this to 
happen?" She fumbled with the buttons of his fly and triumphantly exposed 
his stiff organ. 

The man stared down at his crotch in shock and surprise. He had known he was 
getting aroused by his thoughts, but he'd had no idea how much! His cock was 
as hard as could be, the blood coursing through the blue veins on the shaft 
as if they would burst! Then the strangeness of the situation hit him and it 
started to fall a little. 

Clara studied his crank, too, but with completely different thoughts in her 
mind. She was noticing what a nice size it was, long and fairly thick, and 
she saw that if die didn't act fast it would soon be small and soft again. 
What intrigued her most about Harry's erect prick was that it curved to one 
side about halfway up the shaft--it was almost a hook! She wondered what 
something like that would feel like inside her cunt, suppressing a giggle. 
She didn't want to hurt his feelings by laughing at him! 

She took his swollen member in both hands and pulled the loose skin all the 
way back, exposing the entire length to her view. She began stroking and 
squeezing it gently, and Harry gazed at her in numb disbelief as she 
returned his dropping cock to its original dimensions. 

He couldn't remember what had brought him here, or even the fantasy he had 
been having that had made his dick grow hard in the first place. All he knew 
was that Clara, his brother's wife, was playing with him and seemed to be 
about to put his hot piece in her mouth! He tried to get to his feet, 
protesting and muttering something about breaking his marriage vows right in 
his own kitchen, but Clara pushed him back down onto the stool, saying, 
"Don't be silly, Harry. You know as well as I do that Ruth won't let you 
touch her anymore!" 

The beaten man sank back down on the stool. She was right, of course; after 
their last child, Alice, had come along unexpectedly, years after her 
brothers and sister, Ruth had declared that she wasn't going to risk 
pregnancy again. He had been able to get around her occasionally since then, 
but in the last year or so he had given up trying, finding that it generally 
wasn't worth the effort to convince her. 

He looked at his sister-in-law as if he had never seen her before. Of 
course! She was offering him the perfect solution; her husband and his wife 
had declared an end to sex, so they could find solace in each other! He 
suddenly grinned at her conspiratorially. 

Clara could see that Harry had accepted the situation and relaxed. "We 
haven't much time right now, Harry," she told him, "but I wanted to give you 
a taste of what's in store for us." She lowered her head then and took his 
dick into her mouth and went to work on him, determined to prove to him that 
he didn't have to give up sexual pleasures after all. She used every trick 
she knew to arouse him to the fullest extent, wrapping her sensual tongue 
around the soft head of his cock, then lapping up the whole length of it, 
her oral member teasing and licking at the man's hot prong. Her mouth 
enveloped him as she strained to take all of his lunging prick, and he felt 
his balls slap against her chin as his surging cock hit the back of her 
slippery throat, her cheeks sucking in tightly on the shaft. She was moving 
her head in a frenzy then, slipping his maddened dick in and out of her oral 
cavity faster than he thought possible! One hand was inside his coveralls, 
fondling his balls and squeezing his buttocks as he eased himself to the 
very edge of the stool. 

His movement almost ended the encounter right then. The three legged stool, 
not very sturdy to begin with, began to tip as he shifted his weight. 
Neither of them realized it until it had almost gone over, and there was a 
mad scramble as Harry regained his balance. "That was close!" he exclaimed, 
settling his weight back on the center of the little chair. "But then, so 
was I! I think I'll stay put from now on." 

They both laughed at that, then Clara took his dick all the way into her 
mouth and renewed her activity. She knew Sally would return with the 
vegetables any minute and she did not want to be found out. The intensity of 
her moves on Harry's aching cock was soon having their effect on the man as 
he started groaning, shoving his meat into her willing mouth as she sucked 
him off, bringing him to a thundering orgasm, the like of which he hadn't 
experienced in years! He grabbed her head as he was cumming, forcing his 
long organ deep into her throat so she could swallow every drop of his salty 
juices. He was gasping for air and making unintelligible sounds in his 
throat, then suddenly he was quiet, breathing heavily and collapsing onto 
the woman at his feet. 

Clara sucked on his flaccid cock a little longer, lapping up the last of his 
cum, then she straightened up and holding the big man's face in her hands, 
gave him a long slow kiss. "We'll find a way to get together, I promise 
you," she whispered, then stood and went out of the pantry. 

Sally was watching at the kitchen window to see who would emerge from the 
small room. She had returned several minutes earlier and had heard familiar 
sounds from behind the closed pantry door. She had slipped outside just in 
time to see her mother come out, her face flushed and a sparkle in her eye, 
and she was curious to know who had been in there with her; she knew she had 
heard a man's groans. 

Clara turned as Sally carried her load of fresh vegetables into the kitchen 
and set them down on the table. "Oh, there you are!" she said brightly. "I 
was wondering where you were. " 

"I'll bet you were," Sally answered innocently. "It took me quite a while to 
find enough for everyone in this big family." She wanted to stick around to 
see who else would come out of the pantry and offered to help her mother 
clean the produce. Surely they couldn't have moved the orgy from the bam in 
here! 

Clara was trying to figure out a way to get her daughter out of the kitchen, 
for she knew Harry would have to leave unseen. She said to Sally, "I think I 
can get these washed soon enough to get them on for dinner. Why don't you go 
out to the bam and tell them we'll be eating soon?" 

Sally was finding it difficult not to laugh. "That's okay Mom. It won't take 
long to do these with both of us working." The two women went to work and in 
a few minutes the vegetables were on the stove. 

Meanwhile, Sally had had an idea. She knew that if her mother had been 
carrying on with someone in the pantry, she might like to join the group in 
the bam. She had stopped there on her way back to the house from the garden 
and from the sounds she had heard she knew the party was in full swing by 
now. 

As she set the last pan on the stove Sally said casually, "I'm so hot and 
dusty from the garden I think I'll go upstairs and take a shower, if you 
don't mind going to the bam to call the others." She gave her mother a sweet 
smile and left the room before the other woman could say anything. 

Clara was relieved at Sally's suggestion. She knew Harry was probably 
listening at the door, waiting until the coast was clear, so she called 
after her daughter, "I'll do that. Have a nice shower!" She, too, left the 
room and headed for the bam. 

But Sally had not gone upstairs. Instead, she had sneaked into the living 
room and was standing where she could see part of the kitchen reflected in 
the mirror above the mantle. She gasped with surprise when she saw the form 
of Uncle Harry moving quietly through the kitchen to the back door. But she 
knew her surprise was not nearly as great as the one awaiting her mother! 

Clara walked slowly out to the bam, thinking about her brother-in-law. It 
had been so easy to bring him to her way of thinking! When she had left him 
he had been in a mild stupor, brought on by a mixture of shock and 
satisfaction. She was surprised at herself that she had never drawn the 
obvious conclusion before, that the two of them were perfectly suited to 
carry on a discreet sex life under the very noses of their spouses. She 
smiled at the thought that after all these years alone, she finally had a 
man to be with. Her smile turning to a grin, she ran the last few yards to 
the bam and went in. 

She heard the sounds coming from the loft but didn't stop to realize they 
were not what one would expect to hear from people playing cards. 

She was three-fourths of the way up the ladder before she noticed that 
something was strange about the groans she heard from above her, and she 
scrambled up the last steps to investigate. 

What a scene met her eyes! She looked slowly around the loft, gazing at 
everyone in disbelief, too stunned to speak. She had first noticed Frank, 
naked and leaning over a bale of hay, his body thrusting forward with a 
jerking motion, and she suddenly realized that he was shoving his distended 
prick into the small form of his daughter Susie. The child was wriggling and 
moaning, but not, it seemed, in an effort to escape her father's attack. 
Clara then saw that Joyce was lying on a blanket near the straining couple, 
watching with obvious enjoyment and stroking her own naked body. She saw 
that all the people in the hayloft were naked and in various stages of 
sexual arousal or exhaustion. Her nephew Timmy, the one who had helped her 
to open her mind enough to seek satisfaction on her very doorstep, was lying 
in a tangle of arms and legs, and Clara was startled to discover that half 
of those limbs belonged to her niece Alice. The two seemed to be asleep, 
though every once in a while Timmy would stir a little and stroke Alice's 
hair or give her a kiss. They weren't the only ones who were dozing; the 
hired hand, George, was stretched out on his back, his jewels limp in his 
crotch and still sticky with cum, his mouth hanging open as he snored 
softly. 

Clara glanced around at the aftermath of the afternoon's orgasmic party and 
her look caught Joyce's eye. The other woman smiled at Clara's inability to 
speak or even move, and motioned her to come sit with her. She moved toward 
the naked woman slowly, as if afraid someone would jump up and drag her down 
to the floor, ripping her clothes off and assaulting her. 

Joyce saw the fear in the woman's eyes and reassured her, "Don't worry about 
any of those people. We're all so pooped--except for those two over there," 
she nodded toward her husband and daughter, still fucking away as if their 
lives depended on it, "and I don't think anyone could even think of 
attacking you, let alone actually do it." 

Clara seated herself gingerly on the blanket a little way away from the nude 
woman. "I wasn't really afraid," she said almost apologetically, "just a 
little surprised at all this. I still don't know quite what to think of it." 

Joyce agreed with her. "I know. Now that I look back at all that happened up 
here today I can't really believe it myself. And I was here from the 
beginning!" she smiled at the woman beside her as she saw her relax a 
little. 

"How, well--who, I mean--what happened?" Clara asked, trying to work out in 
her mind just what had occurred. 

"Don't even ask," Joyce laughed. "It's so complicated, you wouldn't believe 
it anyway. But I will tell you that most of us have gotten it on with at 
least two people and some of us with three, and that it's been going on 
since shortly after lunch. What amazes me is that no one has discovered us, 
and that no one who came up here has left without indulging! 

Clara had to smile at that. "I guess I came close to breaking it up when I 
came out to get Sally. I thought she looked unusually cheerful when she came 
in!" She had pretty well accepted the situation; after her own experiences 
of the last few days, nothing that this crazy family did could shock her for 
long. 

"I think that's because she came before she came in," cracked Joyce, glad to 
see that Clara had decided to accept everything the way it was. She had been 
concerned when she had seen Clara's head pop up at the top of the ladder and 
had heard her gasp at the sight that had greeted her; it had always seemed 
to her that Clara was the straightest one in the family, always working hard 
and never having any fun. She could see now that the woman had somehow 
broken out of her shell and was much more alive. Curious, she asked Clara 
about it. "I've noticed that since we got here two days ago, you've been 
much more, well, animated, and open. Did something happen to you recently?" 

Clara hesitated before answering, but as she looked around her she knew that 
Joyce would not be offended by what she had to say. "Yesterday I had an 
experience that opened my eyes and made me see how uptight I've been in the 
past. Timmy and I, after we had picked the apples, we... well... " she 
trailed off, still embarrassed to admit it to the boy's mother. 

"I see," Joyce said thoughtfully. He certainly has had an active summer! I'm 
glad for you, though; I've sampled his wares myself and found them very much 
to my liking!" 

Clara was shocked again. How could this woman sit here and casually talk 
about fucking her own son? She still couldn't comprehend Joyce's thinking, 
but as she looked away from her she saw something out of the comer of her 
eye that made her gasp in fright. There was her husband Jason, watching 
Frank and Susie and banging away at the rigid dick that was protruding from 
his coveralls, his eyes staring and his face contorted in a parody of 
pleasure. 

The woman's thoughts raced. She should have realized from the beginning that 
he would be up here; he had followed Frank to the bam and would naturally 
have followed him to the loft, too. She wondered how long he had been there, 
in that state and turned to whisper to Joyce, "Look over there, by that pile 
of hay in the comer. Do you see Jason? 

The other woman looked where Clara was pointing and said very low, "I didn't 
even know he was up here. He must have come up right after Frank and I just 
didn't see him. Do you think he's alright?" 

Clara was wondering about that herself. She remembered that the doctor had 
told her many years ago that her husband should not be allowed to become too 
stimulated, though he had indicated that the man would probably be slightly 
interested in sex from time to time. He had cautioned her against responding 
to him as a wife, so she wouldn't upset the delicate balance of his mind, 
but as she looked at him now she was tempted to say to hell with the doctor 
and go to her man and fuck him as she had once done. He was still a 
good-looking man, trim and fit, though his eyes were more likely to be 
vacant than aware of his surroundings. She felt a surge of love for the man 
he had once been and pity for what he was now, and she went over to him with 
the intention of somehow calming him down. 

When she reached his side and tried to talk to him she realized that she 
could not get through to him. Like a child with a toy, he was only aware of 
the feelings in his stiff cock and the pleasure that he got from stroking 
it. Suddenly she decided that if that was all he could be aware of right 
now, she was going to share it with him! She didn't care what the doctor had 
said--maybe he was wrong! Maybe sex would be the best thing to get her 
husband to relate to her again. Anyway, she was going to give it one hell of 
a try! 

She knew that she would not be able to get his attention away from his 
throbbing prong, so she decided to go along with his preoccupation and help 
him out. But first she wanted to calm him down a little, and began stroking 
his hair, crooning softly in his ear. He was soon humming along with her 
like a child, his hand moving in time to her song on his hard staff. 

She gently pried his hands away from his reddened meat, taking his cock in 
her hand and guiding his hand to her breasts. She thought that the feel of 
her luscious tits in his hands might waken long buried memories in the man, 
and she was not mistaken. It wasn't long before he was massaging her boobs 
and she was moaning under his touch. He hadn't forgotten, after all this 
time, how to squeeze and fondle her aching breasts in just the way he had 
when they were young! 

The eager woman, already hot from sucking off Harry's proud cock, was being 
aroused now even more by her husband's touch! One hand still on his prick, 
she quickly unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged it off, Jason's hands 
hindering her only a little. She was out of her bra in less time, leaving 
her big tits bare for his seeking hands. Then she addressed herself to the 
cock that was growing even more in her hands, seizing his manhood in a grip 
that caused him to cry out in pleasure, his hips moving convulsively as she 
continued to tease and rub his pounding meat. 

Clara was thrilled at the feel of his lovely prick beating in her hands. It 
had been so long since she had touched him in a sexual embrace and all the 
feelings of her first encounters with him came flooding back. She felt as if 
she were fourteen again and Jason was teaching her the joys of carnal love, 
leading her on and on to the heights of ecstasy! She knew then that her 
encounters with Timmy and Harry had only been preliminary, leading up to her 
being able to overthrow the doctor's orders and take her husband to her body 
once again! 

Jason's mind was clearing as his wife pushed her huge melons into his hands 
and massaged his groaning cock. It seemed as if a curtain was being raised 
as he recognized the woman beside him. He knew he had been living with her 
for a long time, but she had never done this to him! He had always had to 
sneak off to the woods to indulge himself. He seemed to remember a time when 
she had done these things to him, though, things that made him feel so good! 
He knew then that they were related somehow, but who was she? His mother? 
No, that wasn't right, though it seemed to him that he had thought that 
once. She wasn't his sister, he didn't have one. Then--that was it! She was 
his wife! After twenty-three years, he knew her again! He threw his arms 
around her and held her tightly to him. 

Clara watched Jason's eyes when they suddenly cleared and he looked at her 
intently. She sat still, not daring to breathe, as she saw him struggling to 
remember something. Could he possibly remember her after all this time? A 
wave of joy swept over her as she saw his eyes light up in recognition, then 
he was hugging her so hard she could hardly breathe! He released her to 
shower kisses on her face and neck as his hands caressed her tingling body 
aggressively, taking possession again of something that had been lost to him 
for a long time. 

He was struggling out of his clothes then, his hands moving on her with 
assurance and possessiveness as he stripped her, too, and the ecstatic woman 
gradually became aware of a more subtle difference in the man in her arms. 
It seemed that he once again had an identity, that he knew who he was. He 
had been very vague about himself for so long, not really having any idea 
who he was. But suddenly, when he had realized who she was, he had regained 
his own sense of himself. She knew this was some sort of breakthrough for 
him, but the thought was soon chased from her mind by her rising passions. 

Jason had forgotten none of his ability to arouse her and keep her that way 
until she was sobbing with joy and begging for release. He plied her now 
with kisses and caresses, learning the feel of her body all over again, and 
she returned every touch as the two of them rose higher and higher, their 
bodies reacting to each other with their old fervor and desire. He had 
gently laid Clara on her back and started to lick the insides of her thighs, 
winding his way up to her steaming cunt. He could feel the heat rising from 
her crotch and smelled the familiar scent of her hot juices as they trickled 
out of her slit and onto his face. He was burying his tongue in her aching 
box, wringing moans from the homy woman, and she cried out to him, "Let me 
take your prick in my mouth, Jason! I want to taste it again and suck on it 
until it chokes me!" He was just about to comply when a piercing shriek 
stopped him cold. 

He looked up then and saw where he was. He had completely forgotten his 
surroundings in his joy at recognizing his wife, but Susie's scream as she 
came roused him and he gazed around in bewilderment. No one seemed to be 
interested in him and Clara; the only one who was awake was Joyce, and she 
was smiling at the girl who was pinned under the body of her father. Jason 
could not figure out what was going on and looked at Clara questioningly. 

She thought fast, knowing that another shock might send him back into the 
unconsciousness he had lived in before this afternoon. She said to him 
reassuringly, "It's all okay, Jason. This was an experiment to bring you 
back to us again. These are all people you have known for years, and they 
all want to help you. You see, it worked, didn't it?" She pulled his face to 
hers and kissed him long and hard, hoping to overcome his confusion with 
passion. She would tell him the truth later, when she thought he was ready 
to handle it, but now all she wanted was for him to fuck her as he had once 
done! She had completely forgotten her meeting with Harry in her joy at 
regaining her husband. 

Frank and Susie had not even known that Clara had come up to the loft, 
though Frank now remembered that he had seen Jason in the comer, amusing 
himself as he had watched the two young couples thrashing around on the 
floor. He and his daughter had toppled to the blanket beside Joyce when 
their passions had run their course, and she told them in whispers what she 
had seen happening. She was aware, too, of the change in the man, though she 
had no idea how far it went. 

Susie looked idly at her aunt and uncle as they lay there eating each other 
out. She wasn't really interested in them, too busy thinking about the 
wonderful time she had just had fucking her father. 

Frank had been the most experienced of her few lovers, and the difference 
between him and the two boys was overwhelming. He had made her cum almost as 
soon as he had touched her! And she had kept cumming when his tongue had 
assaulted her tight little box, sucking up her copious flow of cunt juice 
and then licking furiously at her sensitive clit until she was twice as wet 
as before! They had continued with the oral sex she had initiated when she 
first saw his burgeoning erection, teasing each other with their mouths as 
they wriggled on the blanket, almost forcing Joyce to leave it and find a 
safer place to sit, one where she wouldn't be threatened by flailing arms 
and kicking feet. Her daughter was not one to hold still, not even when she 
had an expert's tongue in her hungry young twat! 

Frank had decided that three orgasms were enough for any young girl before 
she was fucked by her father. He moved around and prepared to mount her when 
she pressed her hands to his chest and said, "Uh-uh, Daddy. I want to do it 
another way." She wiggled out from underneath him and stood up, then ran to 
the nearest bale of hay and leaned over it, her round little ass sticking 
out invitingly. She turned her head and giggled, motioning to her wiggling 
butt with one hand. "I want you to come in from behind this time." 

The man was amused by his daughter's outspokenness. She certainly knew what 
she wanted, and made no bones about asking for it! He winked at Joyce, who 
was hiding a smile behind her hand, and crossed over to stand behind the 
nubile young girl. 

Her ass was still moving around in tiny circles, and he pressed his pulsing 
member against it, feeling her soft skin cool on his fevered dick. His 
little girl was such a hot little creature, and so unpredictable! His loins 
churned as she stuck her bottom out further to catch his aching prick in an 
awkward embrace. 

She had had enough of her father's teasing, so Susie reached in back of her 
and spreading her legs, she grabbed his throbbing meat and pushed against 
the opening of her eager twat. She wanted him to fuck her so badly she could 
taste it, as well as the drops of cum still in her mouth that had oozed out 
of the swollen head of his cock when she had sucked on it very hard. She 
wanted to feel that same cum shooting into her, hitting the back of her cunt 
and splashing its way to her belly! She sighed as her father thrust his 
prong into her yearning slit and began to fuck her with long shoves of his 
turgid dick. 

Frank had not screwed such a young girl for such a long time, and he had 
forgotten how delightfully tight a young snatch could be. He forgot her 
pleasure for a few minutes as he revelled in the feel of her pussy grasping 
at his bulging cock, knowing that if he was not careful he would easily go 
off in a minute or two. But he wanted his first experience with his daughter 
to be a long, fruitful one, and he held himself under control for her sake. 

He had a difficult time of it, though, when Susie started to move her 
hips-in a figure eight, pulling his cock out of her dripping box with her 
vaginal muscles clenched tight, until he thought his head would rip right 
off, then thrusting her pelvis backwards to let his throbbing meat enter her 
all the way, stopping only when his spongy head hit the back of her ridged 
vaginal wall. He was sure no one had taught her to do that, and that her 
moves were instinctive. He would certainly have a great time teaching her 
new tricks, and maybe learning a few himself! 

The girl was happy as she squirmed around on her father's big pole. It was 
digging deep into her burning cunt now as he thrust himself deeper and 
deeper into her, responding to her motions with increased fervor and making 
the man groan each time his pounding rod touched bottom in her drenched 
twat. She wasn't aware that she was not exactly quiet herself, gasping and 
making small sounds in her throat as Frank reached around to the front of 
her crack and began to rub the swollen clit he found there. She hardly knew 
anything by now, she was so excited by her father's ramming cock inside her 
and the pressure of his weight on her body as he thrust his crank into her 
with all his might. He was burning now, the fire in his groin spreading 
through his body and transferring itself to his daughter through the boiling 
rod that was delving into her bowels and sparking off the fire in her own 
loins, a fire that had never been out and now was raging higher as Frank 
fucked her harder and harder! His hand on her rigid nub was vibrating fast 
now, and the feeling this woke in the young girl was entirely new to her. 
She felt as if no one had ever touched her there before! She felt a tension 
growing in her legs and her belly, almost an ache, and it spread to her 
snatch, centering in the button under Frank's moving fingers. 

Suddenly Frank was no longer shoving his throbbing cock into her tight cunt, 
but had thrust it in with such force that she felt something tear deep 
inside her, and held it there, moving only a tiny bit, just enough to let 
her feel that his prick had grown hard as steel and nearly twice as big 
around as when he had first entered her. Then, her own passion pushed to the 
bursting point by his vibrating finger and the trembling dick deep in her 
quivering box, she screamed as his prick stopped trembling and split wide 
open to fill her full of load after load of his hot cum! As she screamed at 
the force of his orgasm in her rent pussy, she herself exploded, her body 
bucking and forcing her backward to take his spurting dick even deeper into 
her. She nearly fainted from the intensity of her orgasm, collapsing onto 
the bale of hay, and when her father had stopped shaking and could breathe 
again, he held her gently in his arms and they dropped together to the 
blanket. 

Frank now watched his brother and Clara, glad they were finally able to 
reach each other physically. Clara was kissing Jason passionately as she 
pulled him on top of her and guided his pulsing cock to her waiting cunt. 
She had waited so long for this, he knew, and he looked away, not wanting to 
watch something that was obviously a very private thing to the two of them. 

Joyce nodded at him, reading his mind. "I think Clara probably came out here 
to tell us that dinner is ready," she said, looking at the bodies strewn 
about the loft. "We'd better get these sleepyheads up and presentable before 
someone comes out looking for her! " She and Frank went around the loft, 
waking up the sleeping children and sending Susie to the top of the mountain 
of hay to retrieve the girls' clothes. They all pretended not to notice 
Clara and Jason, locked together in their passion, and everyone but Joyce 
had left the bam when they finished making love and got around to dressing 
again. She gave Clara a quick hug of friendship and disappeared down the 
ladder, too, and the newly reacquainted couple followed shortly after. 

A quarter of an hour later the whole family, including George, was seated 
around the dinner table. Harry had watched them wandering in, their eyes 
sparkling and their laughter infectious, and had made a few astute guesses 
that the card game in the bam had had little to do with cards at all. The 
only one ignorant of the afternoon's activities was Ruth, as she asked the 
blessing: "Thank you, Oh Lord, that our loving family has been able to come 
together once again," to which they all cried a fervent, "Amen"! 


THE END
