Bob Wallace: Sucking daughter, bucking horse

"Some do, but you… damn, you were drenched."

Patsy's face flushed scarlet. "Did you?"

"I was drenched. So were Mary and Tracy."

Patsy was tingling. "I can't wait until I see someone get initiated."

"It's more fun when you participate, like Mary and Tracy."

"Oooo, I can imagine! Whewww, it would be great."

"You think you'd like playing around with their tits and pussy, holding their legs apart?" Ellen was creaming her jeans.

Out loud, such desires sounded dirty. Patsy blushed, but nodded anyway.

"Maybe you can," Ellen said.

"Uh… what about Tracy and Mary?" Her heart was racing.

"Tracy's moving to California in a few weeks. You could take her place."

"Really? Wow… that would be wonderful!"

"You have to prove yourself first," Ellen said.

"How? I'll do anything." The words came rushing out before she had a chance to think.

"I knew I was right about you," Ellen said, anticipating the afternoon ahead.

Patsy was reeling. The things she was admitting to had been in her mind constantly since her initiation yesterday. They were thoughts she didn't understand. It was as if stripping and being fondled in public had unleashed hidden passions she had no idea she had. The look on Ellen's face told her that the older girl had known.

"If you want to take Tracy's place, you'll have to make it with me." She held Patsy's shocked blue eyes with her own.

Patsy's mouth dropped. "You kidding?"

"No," Ellen said.

Patsy believed. There was no doubting the tone of Ellen's voice, or the look in her eyes. Patsy gulped. The idea both excited and frightened her. It was yesterday all over again. "You've done it with Tracy?"

"Mary too," Ellen added. "A lot of other things to."

"What?" Patsy gasped, wanting to know everything.

"You'll learn soon enough."

"When will I find out what the stuff you squirted on me was?"

"Mmmm, you liked that, huh?"

Patsy nodded. "It was delicious." She smacked her lips. "Can I have more, or is it only used for initiations?"

"You can have all you want after we make it together."

"I'm ready anytime you are," Patsy said more boldly than she felt.

"Good," Ellen said. She uncrossed her legs and dangled them over the side of the bale of hay. "Strip."

Patsy gulped. Trembling hands worked frantically at the buttons of her blouse. "What… what about you?" she asked breathlessly.

"You can undress me once you have your own clothes off." Ellen answered. Her violet eyes feasted on Patsy's tits as the younger girl slipped off her blouse and bra. "God, your tits are so big!"

Patsy smiled nervously. Her face was flushed, the pink glow enveloping her tits. "My mom is big too," she said as if needing to explain.

"Mmmm," Ellen sighed. She licked her lips, her eyes floating to Patsy's slim waist as the sexy blonde unsnapped her jeans.

Patsy pushed her jeans down. She was dizzy. Today was different, so different from yesterday. She gulped, her panties drenched with juice as she pushed them down over her slim hips.

"I liked fingering your pussy yesterday," Ellen said. "It was so wet and juicy. Did you like the taste of your own cunt?"

"Un, huh," Patsy said. She had her jeans and panties in her hand. She laid them on a bench. "It tasted good, but not as good as the stuff you sprayed on me."

"You'll get plenty of that," Ellen giggled. "Now you can find out what my pussy tastes like." She eased off the bale of hay. "You can strip me now."

Flushed with a desire she couldn't explain, Patsy came toward the older girl. Her blue eyes were on fire. Her tits bounced, ached. Her throat was dry, tight, and her pussy was wet and juicy.

Ellen fondled Patsy's large creamy tits as the younger girl fumbled with her blouse. "Christ, you're one sexy bitch!" She felt the pulpy meat – soft and pliant – as Patsy slipped her blouse off.

Patsy gasped. Ellen wasn't wearing a bra! She stared hungrily at the older girl's tits. They were big, plump and exciting, but not as big as her own. As if in a trance, she brought her hands to Ellen's succulent tits and began to massage them.

"Mmmmmm, feels good," Ellen purred. "Unnn, real nice."

Patsy was in a dazed stupor, Ellen's nipples burning into the palms of her hands. She wanted to get the rest of Ellen's clothes off. She pulled at the snap on Ellen's jeans, forced down the zipper, then pushed the jeans over Ellen's full hips.

"Unnn, Patsy," Ellen gasped. She was standing in a puddle of jeans. She stepped out of them. "Am I the first girl you ever stripped?" She winked, kicked off her sandals and paraded around the barn. She glanced at Cloud, hot shivers rippling up her spine.

Patsy gawked at Ellen's lush body. Ellen was all curves and had a thick curly patch of black hair between her legs. She felt like a kid with her silky blonde hair that barely covered her pussy mound. Except for her big tits, she was still a kid, an innocent kid who wanted to be a woman, a sexy, experienced woman.

Ellen came back. She hefted her tits in her hands. "Rub your tits into mine."

Patsy giggled shyly, lifted her own tits and mashed them into Ellen's. "Ooooo, God, I'm so hot!" The dam had broken. She began to tremble.

"Ohhh, Patsy, you're really going to have fun belonging to our club." She crushed Patsy in her arms. "Mmmmmm, we're going to have a ball this summer."

Patsy was overwhelmed. She rubbed her body into Ellen's. She wanted to devour her older friend, eat her pussy, and taste the juices. "Ooo, God!" She was dizzy, creaming, the warm juices of her pussy soaking her thighs.

Ellen squiggled out of Patsy's clinging arms. She eased herself up on the bale of hay, her legs dangling over the side. "I'm all wet and gooey, just like you were yesterday." She spread her legs, parting her cunt-lips with her fingers. "See?"

"Ooooo, Ellen," Patsy gasped, gazing hotly at Ellen's pussy. It was red, wet, puffy, glistening with white filmy cream. "Oooo, God!" Her knees weakened. Sucking in her breath, she swayed.

"I can't wait until your tongue is right here." Ellen dragged her finger through her own cunt, coating it with froth. "Mmmm, I taste good, but not as good as you." She winked. "I think other pussies always taste better than your own. What do you think?"

Patsy giggled. "I don't know yet. I've only tasted mine."

"Then you should find out right now." Ellen's face filled with desire. "Suck me, Patsy. See how good I taste."

Patsy, mesmerized with the sight of the older girl's wet sopping pussy, dropped to her knees. She crawled between Ellen's thighs. The sweet pungent scent of Ellen's pussy attacked her brain. "Ooo, God," she moaned. It felt like she was dreaming.

"Don't look too long," Ellen sighed, staring down at the younger virgin. She kept her fingers in place, exposing the hot sticky slit of her pussy. "I need some real good sucking. Yesterday got me hot as hell."

For a moment longer, Patsy stared at the red seeping gash of Ellen's pussy. With her insides churning, Patsy brought her mouth to Ellen's delicious-looking cunt. Her lips touched the wet heat. Hot flashes caromed through her body. Warm sticky cream smeared her lips.

"Ooooo, Patsy," Ellen moaned, feeling her lips on her fingers and cunt. She pulled her fingers away and fell back, staring at the beamed ceiling. "Suck me! Suck me!"

Enveloped by the scent and taste of Ellen's fabulous cunt, Patsy couldn't do anything else but suck. Pussy cream coated her lips and dribbled into her mouth. She sucked, drawing the puffy folds of Ellen's cunt into her mouth. Cream gushed over her tongue, coated her throat.

"Oooo, Patsy, I love it." Ellen thrashed on the bale of hay, her tits flopping, her head snapping from side to side. "Keep sucking, Patsy. Oooo, like that!"

Patsy sucked again and again, marveling at the amount of juice that flowed from Ellen's pussy and into her mouth. She swallowed, sucked and swallowed again.