Ann LeBere - Stepmother's bed

Scowling, Joyce turned her head. This girl Sue, it seemed, had acquired all the expressions she had always detested. Still, there was something genuine and honest about Sue that she admired.

Joyce managed to change the subject then, and Sue discussed her early years in Georgia, where she and Rex were born and lived until Sue was eleven. Then the family had moved to Oregon and they had lived here in Walden Flats ever since. Joyce found it strange that Sue spoke with such a pronounced southern accent while her brother, Rex, retained only a hint of his southern origin.

When Sue had finished telling Joyce about Georgia, she spoke fondly of Walden Flats, Portland, all of Oregon. She even loved the winter rains because they made the summers so fresh and green. She knew a lot about the history of the state, too. She explained that many of the pioneers thought Oregon was far superior to California and came north for still more space and freedom.

"Some of those Gold Rush gents even thought there was gold here," she said. "They left California and came up here to search for gold. They found some, but not much. Not like down there in your California."

This country girl was no dumbie, Joyce decided. She might speak a little different than what Joyce was accustomed to, but she knew plenty.

"See?" Sue said, pointing at a steep bank off to their right, possibly three hundred yards away. "Them's holes in the cliff where those Gold Rush guys squirted big hoses-tryin' to git gold to run down into their sluice boxes. Rex's the one who knows all about it. He's really smart. He knows plenty about fuckin', but he knows plenty about the history of this state, too."

Joyce followed Sue's gaze to the cliffs, fascinated. The thought of men frantically searching for gold on this very spot, long before she was born, enchanted her. She visualized this quiet, near-deserted spot humming with activity, bustling with greedy men digging into the cliffs and trying to get wealthy by collecting yellow metal from the now peaceful Oregon countryside. But they couldn't have everything their way. California had made some men rich-gold rich-but Oregon had offered only green rolling land and clear skies to make people happy.

Just then, Ray-the big-pricked one-swam over to them and, treading water, grinning, said: "I can see two juicy little cunts." He was staring directly between their legs. My cock's getting hard just looking at 'em. One's so soft and black and furry, with a pretty pink line down the center. The other one's kinda reddish brown, but it has that pink slit, too. My nuts are achin' and my peter sure would like to probe a while in those little ovens."

Joyce reached down, blocking his view of her pussy with her hands. She felt extreme embarrassment at his boldness, but Sue just smiled and spread her legs a little wider for Ray's viewing pleasure. Joyce noticed Ray's shoulder bobbing in the shallow water as he obviously began jerking on his prick beneath the water's surface. Secretly, though, she was thrilled. Very slyly, she let her legs part a bit.

"I'm gonna show these here gals a periscope," he said. He floated then on his back so that only his big hard-on showed above the water. His prick still above the water, he then began jerking off, boldly working his foreskin back and forth, back and forth in his fist beneath the clear Oregon skies. His rod was enormous, Joyce noticed, breathing faster as he aimed the huge flesh weapon directly at them.

Finally, he resumed his original position. "That was a submarine, girls-about to fire a torpedo! Right at your cunts!"

Both girls giggled at his boldness, admiring his boyish masculinity.

Farther out, beyond the big swinging tree, Rex and Denny were busily thinking up new stunts to impress the girls. They tied new knots for handholds and footholds and paid little attention to Ray's sex games.

"Sure wish I could stick what I'm holdin' in my hand into one of the two cunts I'm lookin' at," Ray said. "Whew, fuckin' sure is fun, ain't it? How about it, Sue? Wanna take a little hike to the other side of the pond with me? This here prick's about to explode it's so hungry for poontang."

"You're pretty fresh there, Raymond," Sue said teasingly. "I sure ain't no cargo ship, and that's a mighty big torpedo you got. You could hurt a girl with that wanger, boy."

"True, but I promise to go real easy, huh? Come on, Sue. You know you love it. Let's fuck, huh?"

Joyce found her pussy getting all mushy inside. Sue began wagging her knees back and forth, making her cunt lips rub against each other, trying to drive Ray crazy. Joyce could see by the serious look on Sue's face that her new friend wouldn't mind having Ray's prong sliding between those juicy pink lips-fucking her.

"Hey, we never did it before in the water," Ray said. "Come on, huh? Let's fuck in the pond."

"Bullshit!" Sue said. "We did too fuck in the pond! Four times! But I ain't no fish, Ray." She glanced around, as though looking for a suitable fuck-site, and kept on wagging her legs so that her cunt lips showed enticingly. To Joyce's amazement, Sue then reached down and began slowly fingering her clit!

They went on that way, Sue wagging her legs and Ray asking her to let him fuck her. Watching and listening to their playful banter, Joyce wondered how many times these two had fucked and if they really intended to screw right now. She found this super-frankness stimulating but confusing.

And then, very casually as she went on spreading her legs and closing them, Sue said, "Betcha forgot to bring a rubber."

"Wanna bet?" Ray said. "It's the same one we used last time, and I promise it's got no leaks. I even tested it. I blew it up like a balloon. Perfect. Come on, Sue. Let's fuck!"

"Same one?" Sue said, as if insulted. "Shoot, can't you find any other girls to stick that baseball bat in? I don't want you usin' no old rubber on me. I've heard of some cheapskate boys, Raymond, but you certainly do take the cake."

Discouraged, Ray started to swim away. Instantly, Sue stood up, cupping her small tits in her hands. "Okay, then," she said, "let's take that walk. But I don't want you talkin' no hour to get your nuts off."

Ray's face brightened. He turned and headed for the bank to claim his willing pussy. Leaning over, Sue whispered in Joyce's ear. "Wanna learn to fuck?" she said. "This might be a good time. He's awful big, but he does have a rubber. Whyncha take a walk with him and lose your cherry?"

"You better go ahead," Joyce said, breathing hard and tempted, but frightened. "I think he's too big for my first time. No, I don't think so."

Although Sue shrugged indifferently, Joyce could tell that she wanted to take on the big cock. Her offer had merely been a courteous gesture. Yes, she was certain that Sue wanted Ray's big dong. It was in her eyes and on her nipples, which were erect. She even thrust her hips slightly, in anticipation, as Ray leaped from the pond like a big fish for bait. And then Joyce's eyes widened in amazement as Ray emerged from the pond. Even in its semi-erect state the lazy hard-on seemed a formidable knockwurst for a girl to get inside her pussy. God, she thought, once the cold water has lost its effect and the sun warms the thing, it would probably be eight inches long!

Joyce stared, gulping, at Ray's swollen cock and swinging balls as he fumbled in his pants pocket, then withdrew a small box of rubbers. He withdrew a long, used rubber-inspecting it-then put it back in the box. The two of them then walked arm-in-arm, naked, toward a thick clump of bushes.

In a flash, Sue's brother swam over to Joyce. Denny was right behind him. "Bet they went off to do some humpin', huh?" he asked. "Did they say they was gonna fuck?"

"I-uh-believe so," Joyce said, still shocked. "I believe that's their-uh-intention."