George Loomis: Three naughty girls

The boy changed his hands from her plunging buttocks to the warmth and silken heaviness of her rolling tits. They caressed his hands, and they were big enough, long enough, that he could force one to his mouth, getting the hard nipple between his teeth. His hand had transferred her cunt's taste and smell and savor to smear all over the heaving globe, and this was too much – the slobbery grip of her cunt with its muscular sucking, the wildness of her sucking mouth at his cum, and his own taste of cum-juice, he sucked and pulled at her tit.

The long-held seed began to pour out of him, each jet making his cock feel bigger and better not only to him but to Rhoda, and she been a rolling series of explosions that pierced her all through. Her cunt moved and sucked on his spurting cock, his driving pressures causing thick rills of his semen to squirt out to soak his pubic hair, her moving cuntlips. He let the breast fall from his tired mouth, not knowing that he was grinning in the deep pleasure of a boy who will never doubt his manhood.

He remembered the magic of his first fucks with Robin, of the words which had shocked and stirred him, and without more thought, he whispered: "Rhoda, you're so wonderful! Rhoda, I love you!" She threw one of her beautiful legs over and around his butt, amorously pressing his belly against her.

"You doll," she murmured. "You long-cocked, hard-fucking, marvelous doll. I never came like that in my life. Oh, baby, you've got a home here forever!" She kissed him with deep love, rolling his tongue in her mouth, grateful for this moment.

Their last morning at Kenny's had none of the spirit of bright adventure that the girls remembered from their arrival. The time had passed so quickly, so pleasantly, that the time to go had slipped up, almost unnoticed, and now it was here. And it wasn't just the three girls who felt the gloom.

Even tough old Jud, whose riding classes gave him half a dozen new, tender asses to leer – and just possibly, if things went right, to break in to a different sort of riding later on, said he had a lump in his throat when he considered that Angela, Coralee, and Reina would be on the five o'clock bus for Citrus City.

To make things even worse, the brilliant spring weather had been chased south by a storm front that had wept down from the north overnight, and a cold rain, falling since midnight, had killed business completely, and made the entire stable area a sea of slick, thick mud.

Rhoda, lying on her back in her big bed, warmly naked, her knees up and hanging wide apart to expose her pussy, suddenly turned and buried her face in old Jud's neck. Her hand, which had been holding his half-hard cock, pulling the soft, loose skin up and down, went limp.

"I'm sorry, baby," she said. "I'm hot, you're hot. But, for the first time in twenty-five yeas, I have the feeling we're just not going to make it this morning." She drew a deep, sobbing breath. "I'll suck it for you," she said.

Her husband sat up, his face kind. "It's those girls," he said. "We both hate to see them go. And they hate to leave. Rhoda," he said in a low voice, "we've got this great, rainy day, no way to work, a big house, two stud horse hands, and a hell of a lot of beds. Does that give you an idea?"

But Rhoda was already getting up, a smile on her face, and was getting into slacks, a woolen tunic, a raincoat.

"Burt drove them over to the Pepper Tree," Jud said. "Go pick 'em up! I'll get Sid and Burt and fix things up here."

The living room, once the three girls were ushered into the house by Rhoda, who had refused to answer their questions, was a sea of mattresses, and Jud, Burt, and Sid, standing naked and bowing like headwaiters, with their three pricks gently swelling, cried: "Surprise! Surprise!"

Every ache of parting seemed to disappear, smothered in laughter, gaiety, anticipation.

"Kindly draw names from this hat, ladies," aid Jud said grandly. "And please, the two of you who don't get the old master, don't die in despair we've got a long, beautiful day ahead of us, and who knows? Maybe the old man – with a little help, you understand – can get it up for everybody!"

Always afterward, when Angie, her thighs parted, her cunt open for a descending prick, remembered this day of sex unlimited.

It was so free and loose and unfettered by old ideas. It was so warm – no, so overpoweringly hot. To see Coralee, her tender, pink split quivering and straining to get the big cock of Burt Rasco into her, while Reina, her face rapt and glowing with heat and love, bobbed up and down on Jud's gnarled and rigid tool, was such a maddening picture of lust that she felt her cunt go slack with a paralysis of heat.

For she had drawn Sid's name from the hat, and, at least for a brief moment, she felt that she needed the fires of a voyeur's lust to make up for missing Burt or Jud. After all, she barely knew this guy. But who could remain aloof when all this love, this animal rapture was bringing little yelps of love-pain from the girls, and little groans of happily cunt-pinched agony from the two older studs?

And besides, Sid gave her no time for apprehension over missing something. He was all over her, the minute she heard his name from the slip she had drawn. His hands were warm as they went under her skirt, and they were wise and tender on her breasts as she skinned the shirt over her head.

"God, Angie," he whispered, "you're so beautiful!"

She was on her back, on one of the mattresses, bare as the day she was born, and her breathing was a struggle on Sid's mouth closed on her and his tongue darted into the dark approach to her throat. One of his big; boyish hands covered her entire mound, her patch of curly blonde hair, and he was pressing hard on the sides of her slit, really hard, just about an inch away on each side of where her clitoris, alerted by all the squeezes and kissing and stroking on mouth and tit and belly button and ass, was trying to get its head poked out between the thick lips which shielded it.

And then she we on her shoulders, her legs over Sid's strong arms, and a shock of pleasure lanced through her as the boy, his eyes grinning down at her surprised face over a fringe of her aunt hair, began to eat her pussy with zest and skill.

"Oh, Sid!" she cried, closing her eyes in ecstasy, beating her fists on the mattress. "How lovely!"

And suddenly she was coming, hard and fast, seeming to open and close as Sid sucked and kissed and bit and mauled her cunt from its crown of hair to its strangling sphincter muscle, and her hands had found his cock, and now they were rolling and hugging and kissing.

Fragments of lust flashed before her mental eye; her asshole quivered aid contracted in a blinding pain of memory as she remembered Sid's tool shoved in her from the rear, into her hot bowels, stirring new waves of rapture.

She heard, from far away, an excited cry from Rhoda, and thought: Poor dear! She's left out!

Then Sid got his cock into her, deep inside her cunt, as big as Jud's, as big as Burt's, as big as – what? As big as she needed, and they were fucking, Sid was driving into her and she was coming, coming, coming.

"Oh, God, Sid!" she heard a strange voice cry. "Fuck me! Oh, baby, it's so good! Wow! Wow! Wow!" And with each word she was breaking her ass, throwing this long, lean, tough teen so high that his cock came right out of her, to her puffed and joy-twisted opening, slamming back to batter her cervix and churn among her guts and stretch her sheath to its limits.

And in the waves of sanity that alternated with her waves of fuck-fever, she saw Rhoda, thighs split, astride Burt's face, the woman's face a picture of riotous bliss; in another flash, Rhoda on hands and knees, kissing Reina, squeezing those brown tits, and a hand, coming from nowhere, was buried in Rhoda's lovely twat, big fingers stretching her, twisting in the sweetness that Angie's tongue had explored and loved. No use to worry about Rhoda.