George Loomis: Three naughty girls

Angie feeling that she had been split open and sewed back around this Godlike prick, her seeming to be part of her cunt, her tits feeling twice as big, the nipples throbbing with the desperate waves of sensation in her pussy, was still fucking with the abandon of joy bigger than herself.

One more sensation for her was in Jud Kenny's mind; she wanted everything; he could not and would not give her the joys of a beating – not yet, at least – but there a another pain that women dug, and he had fucked for so long that he needed something to get him off this high hook, to jar that enormous load out of his aching balls.

"Pull your legs back, baby," he hissed. "Real high! Touch the wall with your toes! There, that's it!"

She could only twist, her ass nearly six inches off the bed, her cunt so slitted and stretched that her own cuntlips were sucking at her vagina.

She felt his hand wiping up and down the cleft of her in the rim of cum that he was pumping out, and suddenly there came a brutality of sensation she had, somehow, been expecting.

Right up her ass, in an area as tender as any spot in her cunt. Deep in, deep into a new crater of nerves made twice tender by the long, the unbelievably demanding fuck. Up where his cock but pressed against it in the dark. How many times had she come? No way to know, but she we coming now with a ferocity that took every heartbeat, every ounce of mind and body, that joined every sensory nerve in her body.

And strangely, lost, in that dark land of sexual spasm, she felt him pumping his sperm into her, felt its heat run into her, felt the long, jerking throbs as he plastered the inside of her body with his jets of sperm.

They both were against the mattress now, Jud's loins still driving the cock into her, her cunt, suddenly gone slack as it could get with her final come, still rippling slowly around his bar of hot meat.

He thought she was singing, but he began to make out the words she was huskily sending out. "Up a wall! Up a wall! Up a wall! Oh, Daddy, you've fucked me up a wall!"

He kissed her on the lips, gently, and felt her tongue, soft and limp from the draining of her body. The clean, sweaty smell of her, of her clean hair, of her tired, slack, streaming cunt, was like good whiskey. No, better.

"Oh, Mister Kenny, what can I say?" the soft voice came to him. She moved his hands under her arms. In the fashion of her generation, she had never shaved; the tufts of curly hair, exactly the same texture as the hair on her cunt, were damp and fragrant. "You're so good, so good!" she crooned. "I never knew. It's like I never had it before!"

"You'll have it as long as you stay around here, baby," he promised. "You're better than any grown woman in the world!"

She laughed quietly, happily. "But I don't even know how to do it," she whispered. "I'll try to learn."

His cock slipped out of her pressing cuntlips, and she groaned; her eyes closed. Kenny pulled away and looked.

Every hair on her tender, soft pussy was matted and stuck together with her cum and his.

The thick, soft, outer lips looked almost hairless, and they were parted to show the drenched, slick surfaces of membrane, their swelling gradually going down. Thick drops of his semen were oozing out of the bubbly hole, running down out of sight. He pulled the top of her split open, very gently, and could not even see her clitoris; it had retreated; its area was pearly pink.

He turned his gaze up to look at her mouth, thinking how much the surface of the tender cunt was like that inside her lips, and felt a twist of fatherly compassion.

Angela, so wanton a few minutes before, fiercer than any woman in the fury of her fuck-madness, was asleep!

Somehow, he got her clothes on her. Lucky she didn't wear more, considering his own exhaustion. She never did fully awaken, but at least he didn't have to carry her as the two of them finally made it over to the feed barn and he passed her through the door to the girl who looked so much like her. Oddly, the girl had taken off her clothes, undressing to go to bed in the hay.

He felt a stirring of desire, looking at those soft breasts, the unshadowed triangle where her belly joined her thighs. But he knew it was in his mind rather than in his balls, and turned away, smiling to himself. In the glare from the big floodlight, he walked to his car, got in, and headed for his home.

A couple of big trees shaded the trailer and the tack room from the floodlight, but Coralee and Reina, their eyes glued to vertical cracks between the boards, plainly saw the old man bring Angela out of the room and into the trailer. They even saw his hand go out of sight up her skirt, and Reina giggled and made a sound like a sob.

"I can't help it, Coralee," she whispered. "Just thinking of that horrible man fucking Angie! Fucking her! And we don't know what else!"

Coralee grabbed the smaller girl and shook her. "Shut up, you faker!" she said. "You saw that cock, just like I did, and you want some of it so bad you're almost out of your tree. He's not a horrible old man. He's a great old guy. Angie's just lucky, that's all." She could still feel the intensity of heat she had felt when Kenny had felt her up so thoroughly a few minutes before, and his whispered promise. "Don't you worry, Reina," she said. "We'll get ours!"

The dark girl began to pull her dress up over her head, and, once she was out of it and down to her panties, she gave Coralee a hard hug, clasping the girl's ass.

"Come on and strip it, lovey," she said huskily. "If we don't get fucked, at least we don't have to go crazy! I'll bet that old guy is eating Angela right now. I want to get my fingers into you, and my tongue into you, and if I had a big old red cock, I'd put that into you, too!"

The blankets were soft and warm, the hay was not too bad, and they locked into a familiar pattern of girl-heat, fingering each other first. "I wish the light was better," Coralee said. "Your cunt is so good inside when it's hot! And that old patch of short hair is just like a mustache!" She rubbed the side of her soft hand in the split that went out of sight between the Mexican girl's beautifully shaped thighs.

Reina said. "Damn! Corrie, you sure know how to hit it! You can find my clit as well as I can. Oooh! God, that's good! Do you s'pouse Angie's feeling any better than we do?"

"Course I do, silly. She's got a man, hasn't she? A real man, too; not some dumb long-haired high-school kid. Oh, Lordy! I'm so damned hot! Let's lick each other, okay? I've got to come, that's all them is to it!"

She hunched her warm ass around until it we a few inches from Reina's face, and patted the girl on her thigh. "Lift it up," she ordered, and inhaled deeply as the cunt popped open, releasing its fragrance. "I hope I smell as good as you do!"

She gave a tentative lick in the unseen split, and then buried her face in it, licking in a controlled frenzy, feeling the squirming tongue of her friend at work in her own cunt.

There was an unmistakable movement in the hole Coralee was sucking, and she swept back up to the hidden clit, licking, sucking, rasping it with her tongue, even closing her teeth on it in a spurn of love for the other girl.

Her own cunt was throbbing, aching, busting with a come trying to break out, but Reina had stopped everything as she lay quaking in an orgasm too big for her slender body. The taste of her pussy was strong, rich, adult in every way, and her cuntlips, having only the very faintest showing of short, dark hair, were fat and thick as Angela's. Coralee, glad she had brought Reina to a come so quickly, kissed the dark girl on the inside of her thighs, now widespread and quivering.

"Oh, Corrie, that was so sweet," Reina whispered. "I needed it so bad! Ever since that – that…" Her voice broke.