George Loomis - Three naughty girls

"I know, honey," Coralee whispered. "It nearly killed me to watch it! That girl, wasn't she good? And brave? Go on, baby," she ordered, working her belly and cunt back and forth invitingly. "Don't I get a little suck, too?"

She eased into the pleasantness of getting her cunt licked, even if she did wish that Reina were a man, an older man. Like Jud Kenny. The way he had moved his hands around her! Damn! What a nice old man! And right now, he was fucking Angie. Wow! That big cock – I had it right in my hands, she thought – going in, pulling out, making a sucking noise, sending Angie out of her mind.

She knew the blonde pussy of her sister so well that she could see it perfectly. It was tight, tight, tight! How would Kenny get it all into her sister?

The thought was so intensely hot that her cunt began to pound, and she reached for Reina's head, pushing the girl's face against her twat as hard as she could.

"Oh, Jesus!" she cried. "Oh, Jesus! Suck it, baby! Suck it hard!"

In a frenzy of lust, she buried her own face in the slick opening between Reina's cuntlips, and felt the warm contact of her friend's body all along her own. When her orgasm had throbbed its way out, and Reina's body had stilled, she lay as she was, not moving her mouth from the richly flowing hole her body. She could smell the sharpness, the thickness of scent that came from her friend's clean asshole, and she giggled.

"Some day I'm going to give your whole a blow job," she said, loving the feel the girl's body tighten and shivered.

"Some day, I want some guy to shove his cock in there," Reina whispered. "God, doesn't that send you far out? The books say it's wonderful – as good as screwing." She pushed away and sat up. "What's that noise out there?" she said in a whisper.

"Horses, most likely," Coralee answered. "Wait a minute; let's take a look."

They had made their bed next to the south wall of the barn; they only had to knee their way a few feet. The sound of steps, a cough, had seemed to be just a few feet away, and whoever or whatever it we, it had to be in the bright glare of the central floodlight. Coralee's sharply drawn breath brought Reina to her side. It was a magnificent sight.

No more than a yard from their faces, a man stood silhouetted against the light. He we dressed only in a shirt and a pair of cowboy boots. Thirty feet away, the two girls could see the bunkhouse; its door was open, a tall rectangle of yellow light, and there must not have been a toilet in it, for the man was taking a pee.

They were not experienced enough to know that the need for emptying one's bladder may cause a cock to swell, even, in the morning, to grow big and hard.

All they knew we that the prick which the man we holding so lovingly, and from which a hard, amber stream was arching to the steaming ground, seemed very large, very beautiful.

After the stream lessened, after it stopped, the man's hand moved back and forth, stripping out the last few drops of urine. After a few strokes, the movement stopped, but the hand stayed in place. In a few seconds, the man looked over his shoulder at the open door, and began to move his hand again, back and forth, and the tool became noticeably larger.

The two girls, who had not said a ward, looked at each other, and Reina saw a look of sympathy and pain on Coralee's face. "He's jerking off, isn't he?" the Mexican girl whispered, and Corrie nodded, then shook her head, at last got up and stood against the crack in the wall.

"Don't say anything at all," she said in a low whisper.

The man jumped and started to shove his cock back into nonexistent pants, but Corrie whispered.

"Here I am; right in the feed barn. Come here and give me your finger!"

Like a sleepwalker, the man moved to the wall and stuck his finger through a crack just wide enough to take it.

Coralee, breathing hard, pressed her belly up to the boards, guided the finger against her opened and wetly drooling pussy, her face tense, but relaxing as the finger recognized what it touched and began to move, parting her outer lips, tickling in her humid slit. Reina, her eyes glistening in the dark, knelt with her thighs apart, gently rubbing her cunt.

Coralee's whisper came again. "Isn't that better than jerking off?" she asked. "Wouldn't you like some of that?"

There was a moment's pause, and the man said. "I ain't got any money!"

Reina, looking out again, saw that his cock was hard, was rising higher and higher, and she giggled.

"Neither have we," she said, and the new voice made the man jump. "Why don't you come on in?" she whispered.

He had to fumble his way in the dark, his eyes still adjusted to the bright glare of the floodlight, but the girls found him, led him to their bed, and he sank down on his knees, saying: "If I'm dreaming, don't any son of a bitch wake me up!"

For answer, the happy girls tumbled him off his knees and swarmed all over him, Coralee pulling his hands to her aching titties, leaning down to give him a tongue-sucking kiss, and reaching for his cock.

She was too late; her groping hand struck Reina's head, and a quick feel proved that the girl had jammed her head down so that at least half the big, hard prick was in her mouth. Also, to her annoyance, the man removed one of his hands from her throbbing breast and was pushing it into the crack of Reina's ass. There was a slurpy sound, whether from Reina's mouth or the cowboy's hand in her wet pussy, Coralee never knew, but she hissed, "Hold it!" and pulled Reina's hair until the girl came up sputtering and swinging.

"What's the idea?" she asked hotly. "I had him about to shoot it! Didn't I, Mister? Didn't I?"

The man's voice was awe-struck.

"Who in the hell are you two?" he demanded. "You ain't whores! Did old Jud hire you, or what?" His voice sounded bewildered.

"Never mind who we are," Coralee said. "That can wait. My name's Coralee, that's enough for now, and this one's name is Reina. Who're you?"

"My name's Burt Rasco," their guest said. "I work here."

Corrie felt for his prick and sighed in dismay. "It's, getting soft!" she wailed. "What's the matter – don't you like to fuck? Oh, damn it!" she cried. "Go on, Reina, suck him off!"

"Hey, wait a Goddamned minute," Rasco said heatedly. "Let my cock alone for a minute. Lay down here," he ordered Corrie. Hi cock was, once more, rigid and throbbing, and Reina said: "Give it to me!"

"Hold it," the guy said. "You know what time it is? Only a little after eight. We got all night; let's don't rush it. You," he said, cupping Reina's chin with his hand, "you look awful small, but I can sure smell that pussy of yours. Corrie, get up and see if you can get my cock into you. And you, Reina, get up and ride my face bareback. That way, I can fuck and suck at the same time, and nobody gets the hind tit, right? You like to get your cunt sucked, Reina?"

The trio joined, and Coralee's voice rose, sharp and pained: "It won't go in. You're splitting me!" She groaned and followed it with a gasp of triumph and pleasure. "It went part way in, Reina! How is it, Burt? Is it hurting you?"

The man gritted his teeth. "It feels like you're pulling the skin right off it, Coralee," he said. "Go up a little, and sort of wag your ass from side to side. Oh, man! That's better!"

The girl slid down his big cock, holding her breath. "Oh Reina," she whispered, "imagine! Both of us getting it! And without waiting. Oh! Oh! That hit something!" she cried. "What was it?" And the cowboy, his voice prideful, answered.

"Bottom!"

He gulped as his vision was shut off by the slim loins of the girl he had thought was too small, and got a mouthful of cum as she worked her crotch cautiously over his mouth. His nose was pressed into her ass, and he got, the same sharp, clean smell that had so stimulated Corrie. He opened his mouth wide and shoved his strong tongue up against all that swollen sweetness, into the streaming gap that was now moving strongly back and forth on his face. He sucked very hard, stopping the girl for a few seconds, and was so aroused by it that his cock, buried in the other chickie, throbbed long and hard.