George Loomis: Three naughty girls

The two girls stood on trembling legs, open-mouthed, hot, silent as Kenny folded Angie in his arms. It was light enough for them to get a flash of his cock, and they could hear the slurping of Angie's long tongue, which they knew and loved.

"Okay," Kenny said in a cooler voice. "Let go of my cock, baby!" He pinched Angela's jaw in his big hand and kissed her again.

He turned to Coralee and Reina. "Pick up a few blankets off that stack in the corner," he ordered, "and follow me. Angela, you stay here. Understand?" His voice was clam and strong, and Angie quietly answered: "Yes, sir!"

The door to the feed barn opened with a creak, and there were streaks of light coming in through cracks in the wall-light from a big flood lamp mounted centrally. Kenny snipped the wires on a couple of bales of fragrant alfalfa hay and kicked them apart.

"Work that hay over until it's loose," he said casually. "It makes a good bed. I know it's early, but if you can't go to sleep, don't fuck around where my wife can see you, hear? If you have to take a piss in the night go outside." He bent down to Coralee and, to her pleased amazement, fully and carefully felt of her nubile body, her small, marshmallow-soft breasts, down her back and over her surprisingly mature rump. Without haste or explanation, he got his hand under her short skirt, inside the waistband of her panties, and sprang into her crack.

The girl held her breath and strained back, so that one big finger went right inside her cunt. The finger moved, over her smooth cuntlips, and Coralee hoped that he could tell she had some hair. Not like Angie, but some.

He had not bothered to put his cock away and it still stuck out, not as hard as before. Coralee took it in both her hands as Kenny's finger explored her flowing slit, and tried to pull it toward her crotch.

The man laughed. "You're okay," he said thickly. "Two for the price of one, hey?" His voice had the horny edge of a stud donkey's bray, and he leaned to look at Coralee's face. "Not a day over twenty," he said. "And hot! I'll see you later, baby!" He moved away, hearing Reina's hoarse, hot laugh, and stopped at the door.

"Bunkhouse is over that way," he said, pointing. "Don't go there – my hired man's got a cock that would rip you apart!"

He walked down to a dividing fence, a hundred feet from the trailer, and bawled: "Rhoda!" in a voice that startled the quiet horses. When a reply came back, he shouted: "I got a sick horse over here! Want to help?"

The answer came back: "Hell, no! I've got dinner ready! Come up when you're ready!"

He was chuckling as he came through the door of the tack room, seeing the girl waiting exactly where he had left her. He took her by her arm, bare, now, since she had removed the leather jacket. Her underarm felt warm and damp, richly feminine, and he slipped his hand inside the big armhole of the knitted shirt. He got a handful of warm, responsive tittie, and the girl, having already gone through this in anticipation, made a happy little sound of passion.

He pressed her hand on his cock, now filling with blood again, and gave her breast such a squeeze that she almost fainted with desire and sexual response.

"Come on into the trailer," he said in a normal tone. "Rhoda won't be coming over."

Angela went ahead of him with a light, and shut her eyes in rapture as Jud stuck his big old paw up between her legs, wiping it in the wet hair around her dripping pussy. He knew what it we all about, knew where it we at, knew what to do. She felt grateful at being relieved of decisions. Even the girls – he had gotten them out of the way. She wouldn't even ask if they were all right; that would be insulting. She could give herself completely to this moment, an adventure into sex deeper than any moment her limited but eager experience.

She was feeling heat run all through her as he turned on the cozy little overhead light, and she joyfully pulled the shirt over her head, feeling the bounce of her sensitive tits as they sprang from their confinement. Her skirt came next, and she realized just how much her cunt had been flowing as the balmy night air struck and chilled her open cuntlips.

"By God, you're all right!" he whispered as she stood still, her legs apart, smiling shyly, hoping for his approval. "Jesus, look at that gash! Beautiful! Beautiful!"

She knew her boobs were okay, as well as the rest of her body. She did not realize that they were superb, and neither did the old man. Nice tits, cunt, firm ass, just the right size, and not bad-looking. That was the way he summed her up.

She shivered as he pushed her down on the bunk, letting him push her thighs wide apart, seeing him drop to his knees. No man had ever really eaten her pussy. Same of the few who had enjoyed her body had kissed her on her belly, or on the inside of her, thigh, but not to get their working lips on the fiery wet surfaces of her inner cuntlips. She and Coralee had sucked each other off many a time, and lately, they had taken Reina in on it. But now, as a really experienced mouth started eating her soft, trembling cunt, Angela realized how little any of them knew about it.

"Oh, goodness!" she gasped. "Take it easy! Ohhh! You better be careful! Ow!" She bit off the last exclamation, fearful that hi wife might come down on them.

The pull of hot lips on her quivering cuntlips brought her tightly clenched ass up an inch or so.

"Oh, God!" she cried in a spasm of lust. "You'll make me came! I can't help it!"

She felt the waves of orgasm burn through her cunt, heat and wetness flooding her, her breath caught in her throat, her cunt muscles opening and dosing convulsively. As she always did, she felt she was out of the ordinary world, riding a safe, engulfing wave of loving blackness, her head in full action, seeing the sparks of sensuality bursting against the black curtain with each thudding burst in her clitoris. There was a feel of intensely ecstatic pain – Jud had put his mouth over her grasping hole mid sucked the cunt walls together. It was like being turned inside out with heat and joy.

As she came down, she felt the muscles inside her thighs fluttering, and realized that her hands were locked in the man's hair, her heels digging into his back. His anus was around her thighs, his hands squeezing her breasts with a force just short of screaming pain, exactly right.

"Oh, Daddy!" the girl whispered. "Oh, Daddy!" She was still in a daze, and the kneeling man, wet from forehead to chin with her cum-juice, began to lick her very gently, this time far the sheer pleasure of sucking in small mouthfuls of her juices.

Her body moved softly under his kissing, seeking lips, and she said: "Oh, I'm sorry, Mister Kenny! I hope I didn't hurt you, grabbing your hair. I couldn't help coming, you made me feel so good!"

"That's all right, baby, come all you want to," he invited. "I'm about ready to fuck you, and when I do, I aim to fuck you right up the wall!"

Somehow, during his cunnilingus, he had shucked out of his shirt, kicked off his boots, and now he stood up to push off his jeans.

She reached out for his cock, its size scaring her and thrilling her at the same time, and he swung into the bunk and between her leg so quickly that he was touching her wetly open split with his prick before she knew it. She bumped her ass instinctively, and felt the itch of another come start slowly, way down deep inside. What a way to go, this business of getting your cunt eaten before a fuck! She made a quick resolve never to let a man shove it into her until he had first turned her on by licking her to a climax.

She opened her eyes slightly, seeing the weathered face above her in a happy, twisted grin, seeing the cock, looking even bigger, poised just above the puff of light hair on her twat. Her hand seized it while Kenny was rooting among her sloshy cuntlips, and her face and voice were sweetly solemn as she whispered: "Please, Mister Kenny, can I put it in?"