George Loomis: Three naughty girls

"Baby, it would take more time than we've got for you to do everything for me," he teased. "Maybe you don't even know what everything could mean. Do you?"

Reina rocked back and forth on his chest, slipping a bit in the flowing juice from her girlish pussy. "Fuck and suck," she crooned, and then said: "Oh, wow, Mister Kenny! Do you mean what I think you do? Fuck me in the ass? Oh, my God!"

She shivered, a hard tremor that made her close her eyes and cross her arms over her breasts. "Would you do that? Oh Mister Kenny, I think I'd rather have you do that to me than anything in the world!"

She leaped to fling herself alongside the powerful older man, holding his cock in her left hand, alternately leaning down to kiss him and the alternately leaning away to look at him. "Do you think I might be too tight – that I might hurt you some way?"

Jud rolled her off and down and wriggled so that he could suck on those mature-looking nipples, holding a hand between her legs, stroking the fingers up and down in the wetness of her cunt. "You're a hot devil," he said, smiling.

"Just holding your legs apart and giving you a couple of licks in your twat made you come, didn't it?" He put a finger in her.

"Your asshole wouldn't be any tighter than your cunt," he said. "Here, raise up a little. There, now – rock back and forth."

She groaned in ecstasy as he flipped his cock in and out between the flowing lips of her hot cunt. "You can't fuck me both ways?" she asked plaintively.

He bared his strong teeth in a grin. "Let's get this one out of the way, first," he said. "Look in the mirror – what do you see?"

Every light was on in the clean, plainly furnished motel room, and, except for the dark shadows at the base of her belly, she saw everything – the two of them on the bed, the hard cock looking so dangerously big, even the silhouette of her sweetly split cunt, now hovering above the cock which shone wit her juice.

She screamed, a choked, frightened little cry as Jud pulled her down, ready or not, and felt shock and pain as the head of his cock went in. It was going to be too much; she had been insane to want a cock in her small, tender asshole. It was mad; she was stretched beyond endurance; the pain was going to make her shit. She closed her eyes so she would not see the rush of blood as her soft body split wide open! Terrible! Oh, God, that pain, that feeling of splitting! It was blowing her mind, it was ruining her, it was – it was – what was it? It was hot and unbearably delightful. It was a fire in her empty cunt. No, the fire, the swellings choking fire was in heir guts, in the sensitive nerve ends in her bowels. She couldn't possibly stand this pain, this torture, this heaven, a moment longer.

And yet what could she do? In her amazed and excited mind, she knew she would never get off this stabbing, brutalizing cock until she fell off or was pushed off. The pain was too wonderful to believe. It was going to burst her, kill her.

And then, without warning, she began to come.

In her cunt! No, in her belly, all over, up her belly, on the outside, feeling the marvelous completion of an orgasm beyond her experience. She could not sit up; she fell forward, her face between Kenny's feet.

Somehow, she had to cry when she told Angela and Corrie all about it. It seemed so indescribably lovely and momentous, because there are plenty of women who don't ever, ever get it in the ass.

"It nearly killed me," she sobbed, moving her body in pleasant memory. "When I saw it in the mirror, his cock looked about as wide as my waist! And it was in me!"

"Oh, Jesus!" Angela gasped, a flame rising in her cunt. "How I wish I could have seen it!"

"I asked him if he could fuck us all, you know, at the same time, so that we could all, it, you know, sort of participate. Getting it, and watching the others getting it. Wow! I'd sure like to see his cock go into you, Angie!"

The blonde girl shuddered and closed her eyes. "He does it so great!" she muttered thickly. "You say you came, just from him having it in your in?"

"Oh, yes, Angie! Over and over! And I felt like he had stretched me until I'd shit all over myself. And my pussy! Was it ever twisted and hanging open. You wouldn't believe it. And when he got his fingers in there – it was crazy wild!"

Corrie had gotten up to let the cool air help quench the yearning ache in her cunt, and now she called to the other two: "Sid's back. And Burt, too."

"I don't want either one of them," Angie said grinning. "I didn't have any man up my butt, but I did all right. Sid's your lover, Reina – Corrie and I'll get out and leave you while we sit around with Rhoda. Right, Corrie?"

"Wait a minute," Reina said. "Listen, take Sid with you, hear? I've got some curiosity about that other one."

Angie eyed her quizzically. "You really believe in living dangerously, don't you, sweetie?" she asked. "Sure you haven't had enough for one day?"

Reina looked pained. "I don't think it's possible to get enough for one day, in one day," she said. "Do it, will you? Like I said? And if you can, sort of hint to Burt that I'm in here waiting for him."

She saw them intercept Sid and drag him off to the trailer. And she saw Angie look over her shoulder at Burt, and nod imperceptibly toward the feed barn. So she hastened to pull her dress over her head and off, and to creep into a pile of blankets, leaving one pretty brown leg outside, her cute and rounded ass barely under a fold of blanket.

She heard the door opened cautiously and did not move, heard the big man's feet shuffling in the loose hay, and sensed that he was standing above her. He spoke her name, quietly, and dropped to his knees beside her, and she felt the cooler air in her crack as he lifted the blanket and let out a deep sigh.

He said: "Reina!" once more, just above a whisper, and she heard the sounds of him undressing, knew when he stood up to let his Levi's drop, and continued her slow, calm breathing.

When he began to move her legs, she stirred, and when he got his face between her thighs and started rooting into her pussy and she tugged at his head and said sleepily: "Who is it?"

She almost laughed out loud when he said: "It's me, Reina, but don't wake up if you don't want to, honey! Let me suck you up, like you'd do to me if you were awake!"

She stroked his hair, murmuring: "My, my! Am I dreaming?" And jumped and shrieked as he got his tongue into her cunt.

Burt was breathing with difficulty, and she let her hand swing free, apparently aimlessly, but making certain that he had a hard-on. No mistake, he had one! She felt the familiar ache deep inside her, the physical need to be touched, to be opened, to be used, to be shot off into. Oh, God, she thought, to be fucked and fucked – how gorgeous!

He picked her up bodily and began to kiss and nibble at her breasts, whispering: "Don't wake up, honey! Stay asleep! Poor thing – you're tired! I'll take care of you!"

She felt his breath along her flanks, and the drooling of his saliva falling onto her belly; she was braced mentally when his face went again to her pussy and his big tongue curled into her, hot and slick, stroking across her cuntlips so hard that it was almost like a prick.

She murmured: "Are you going to eat me, darling?" And then she had to hold onto all her control as he found her clit and began to suck on it, mauling it with lips and tongue, running the smoothness of his gums and teeth on it.

She beat at his head helplessly as she shot breathtakingly into a deep orgasm, and as soon as she could get her breath, hotly wanting every part of it, she pulled him up to her, kissing away the slickness from her pussy.

He said anxiously: "Are you awake, baby? Stay asleep and let old Burt fool around some more."