George Loomis: Three naughty girls

He went into the tack room, out its back door, across the narrow way to the back of the feed barn, and went in by the back door. Sun, shining through wide cracks, made it bright enough to see perfectly, add his heart picked up a beat as he watched the slender Corrie, her jeans around her ankles, buttoning a clean shirt.

Her legs wee not in the least coltish, having the grace and shape that needed only a few extra pounds to make them a marvel of sexual invitation. Her small ass was perfectly rounded.

She brightened as she heard Jud's chuckle and turned to look full at him as he strode to her. She did not move as he pushed her panties down and tenderly went over her body pressing her pubic mound, rubbing a finger ever so gently in the soft, fat spilt, squeezing the cheeks of her ass with appreciative force.

"God," he breathed, "look what you're doing to me!"

She looked at his hard-on and looked up at him, her soft mouth opening as her pink tongue came out to lick all around her lips. Hesitantly, she fumbled for his zipper, found it, and looked up at him appealingly.

"Is it all right," she whispered, "if I get him out?"

She groaned in ecstatic fear as she fumbled the hardening cock out, looking awed and, at the same time, worshipful. Jud pulled her shirt up and off of her, and whistled at the sight of her breasts, capped with big nipples that were flushing with blood and becoming darker, harder.

The girl sighed happily as he eyed her, and rubbed the head of his big cock boldly across her smooth belly. She felt her pussy swell, and hoped that Kenny would get his fingers down there and feel it opening up, but no, he had to fool with those boobs.

Some of her urgency transferred itself to the rough old man, and he said: "Unfasten my belt and shove my pants down. Hurry!"

To Corrie's great joy, his fingers went to her cunt, and he discovered her womanly flow of cunt lubricant, licking his fingers, grin fling, kissing her hard on the mouth.

"Am I all right, Mister Kenny?" the girl asked anxiously. "Do you think you can get it in me okay?"

She would not let go of his cock, and it seemed to him to be swelling more and more, getting bigger and bigger.

"I'll slick it up a little," he said, and got his shoulders under her thighs, rooting her sweet ass up in the air, her cunt split open with the coral-pink inner lips beginning to show dark streaks, of red as the surface veins were charged with driving blood.

He licked into her with all the force he could, driving the breath out of her with the rasping pleasure of his tongue on her tender surfaces, sucking her cunt hard, swallowing the delightful juices, then loading her channel with his spit. She a writhing in ecstasy, her eyes screwed tight, when he laid her down and got between her legs.

The first touch of the soft, taut head of his cock brought her to a frantic plunging, but he slapped her on her hip and grunted: "Relax, damn you! Lie still lie loose, or it'll never go in! There, that's more like it."

His cock was long enough so that, with only the headin, be could get to her breasts with his mouth by a slight strain. He took one of the tender canes in his mouth, felt her stiffen again, and once more, he slapped her flank. Immediately, she let her ass settle to the blanket and held his face to her tits with both hands. And to his surprise as nil as hers, his cock slipped in a little more, then another inch, and a very gentle movement on her pert, from side to side, pined another inch. He grudgingly let the tit go from his lips.

"Oooh, Mister Kenny," the girl whispered, "it's in me so deep! But I'm scared to move because I'll come! But it's hard to hold still because it feels so good!"

"It feels good to me, too, Corrie," Kenny answered. "Hold still, now – let me ram it in a little more. Ugh! Ugh! Goddamn! You're tight and hot! Jesus, hold on!"

Under him, the slender body had begun to writhe. By weight alone, he smothered her motions, held her on the blanket while she screamed her agonized pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh! Let me loose, Mister Kenny! Let me come!"

"What a fuck you are," the man said fervently, taking his mouth away. "How come you're so hot?"

All he got for an answer was a wordless whoop of pleasure and satisfaction, and the slick sheath of flesh which held his prick so tightly moved back and forth, her ass having dug a channel in the hay to give her room.

"I can't stop Mister Kenny!" The girl gasped. She was now able to throw herself up at him, and the bursting of orgasm in his balls, the painfully joyous rush of sperm up his tubes, made him drive into her with the wildness of coming.

From weekend to weekend, a riding stable that depends mainly on kids and the working middle class is pretty quiet, and Monday through Thursday is a time for repairs, for taking it easy, for catching up on little things, and for starting big ones.

The girls, who liked to eat at the Pepper Tree Motel when Rhoda didn't bring coffee and rolls to the trailer – and she didn't on weekdays – were curious when they found Jud racing around, giving instructions to Sid and Burt about chores, yelling at Rhoda to bring the checkbook.

"Jud's going up to Los Angeles – Whittier, really – to look at a few things." Rhoda said. "I think I'll ride in with him to Apple Tree – I need a few thing." She looked meaningly at Angela, who felt a warm twist in her pussy at the look of stark lust in the older woman's eyes and in the set of her mouth.

Reina said: "Angie, you said we're about out of money. Why don't you go in, too, and get a check cashed? Mister Kenny, can I go in, too? I want to see a dentist."

Rhoda looked glum as Reina went off to their "dorm" in the feed barn, but Angie squeezed the woman's hand and said in a low voice: "It's all right. She won't bug us."

In spite of Angie's assurances, Rhoda sat tensely beside her husband as they got into town, but when she got out and Angie went with her, she let out a deep sigh of relief as Jud drove off with Reina.

"I'm as nervous as a June bride. Are you? I've never done anything like this, so cold-blooded, and I know you haven't, either. Is it okay? All I could do was try to say something with my eyes. Am I so dreadful? You look like you're on your way to a funeral instead of to a lot of fun. Don't take it so big, hear? Now, I've got to get a check cashed."

It turned out that Angie had to take charge. At the motel, where they went in a cab, she said: "I'm Mrs. Kenny's niece, down here from Citrus City. My car's going to be in the shop a couple of hours, maybe overnight." And Rhoda, in a daze, followed her into the beautiful, quiet room, far back from traffic, and only came fully awake when Angela pulled her blouse open and took one of the older woman's nipples into her mouth.

"Yee-ow!" she yelled as the suction poured fire through her breasts and belly. She grabbed the girl to her, and they whirled and hugged and danced to the bed, shedding garments as they went; until both were naked, and they lay panting in each other's arms, cunt to cunt, tit to tit, mouth to mouth.

They kissed hotly but gently, probing each other's mouths, and Angie thought she had never tasted anything more exciting than the older woman's lips and tongue and spit.

"I get gamey when I'm real hot," Rhoda whispered, holding the girl close. "I think there's a direct connection, somehow, between my mouth and my pussy. Jud always said so. And I get high smelling under the arms, too," she laughed.

"You smell wonderful, dear," Angela said. "Mmmm! You shouldn't shave your underarms, Rhoda. It's really great to have a little bunch of hair under there. Natural, you know? Guys like to dig in and bite at it!"

Rhoda pushed and shoved and rotated her body until she was face to face with Angela's pussy, held virginally prim by her thighs being together. "Be quiet, sweetie," she whispered. "I was all tight and stupid until I realized I really had you with me at last – now, open that rosebud up to me!"