Walter Ramsden - Doris and Dad

She mauled and pawed them, kneading their balls as if she had a set of dice in each hand. Then she turned her attention to their hard, ample pussy-stingers, Geez, the slits in the tips of the purplish heads of their cocks were seeping clear, delectable honey.

Between her spraddled thighs her pussy was churning maddeningly, as if it had a mind and was crying out for a meal of cock and some hot screwing. Rhoda fought a dizziness, like heady wine. Here she had two fine pricks in her hands and didn't know which one to use first, or whether she should go down on them or fuck them up her passion-greased twat canal.

Her belly was a pool of pain, she was craving fucking so badly. If only she had them in the bedroom, on the big double-bed. But the patio would do. Reluctantly, she released the pair of pricks, got up on wavering legs and dragged a shag rug into place, a rug she had beaten the dust out of that morning.

"Do you think you can savvy it dog-fashion?" r/he said, voice deep and guttural. Without waiting for a reply, she positioned herself on all-fours, motioning for one of the kids to kneel behind her. Then she waved the other around to her front, grabbed his wobbling cock and tugged him onto his knees before her face.

"You wait a second," she said to him, turning her attention to the young boy behind her. "Get your gadget up close and put your hands firmly on my waist."

Rhoda peered between the pendulums of her titties, reached for his cock and set it without wasted motion at her pussy. "Poke it into me," she ordered tersely. "If I'm gonna fuck and suck you two, we got to get with it; the afternoon is going."

She looked back over a shoulder, feeling the hot head of his cock poised at the fluttering curtain that concealed the deep, dark, scalding channel of her cunt. "Well? Shove your cock to me!"

The kid grunted, gripped his fingers into the soft, pliable flesh of her flanks. "Aaaiiieee-Aarrgghhh!" Doris yelled with unrestrained surprise and delight at being bored up the pussy with such a surprisingly huge prick. "Oooooohhh, fuck it to me, you!" she wailed, her back bowing as she arched her full snatch back at his rapidly pistoning prick.

She looked back to her front, raised her head proudly, opened her mouth wide. "Can't you see what to do? Aim your cock and fuck it all the way into my mouth and down my throat. I can handle your cock-just don't faint or fall over when I begin sucking you off. Just keep fucking me in the face; you'll get your turn to screw my pussy-maybe even the treat of cornholing me in the ass."

Just before her mouth was crammed full of prick, she glanced up at the boy's face. "If you want to, you can grab me by the ears 'til you get the hang of fucking me in the mouth-just don't tear them off."

The kids caught on quickly, Rhoda thought dreamily as they sent their cocks flying into opposite ends of her at the same time, drawing them out at the same time. She loved the feel of two hard sets of balls popping her ends, one pair snapping up to plop against her Venus mound and the other pair chucking her under the chin.

She knew her mouth was talented. She sucked the kid into ejaculating first. But he was eager and loved a blow-job and kept fucking her tonsils as she guzzled his cum. But in a few seconds and a flurry of wild cock-fuck-thrusts the boy in her pussy was cumming and she was being hosed with jizz in both ends.

She did wish the kid she was sucking would pull his cock out of her mouth a little so she could suck the pulsating, spewing bulb.

Rhoda wished she could watch Doris handle two pricks at once, get gang-banged like from her dad and brother. Maybe there would be a way to arrange it. Who all could she get? Vern. Phil. Sure, and the two Ormand boys, the ones fucking her mouth and pussy right then on her sun-lit patio.

They had stopped jizzing, but they kept their dry-pumping pricks buried in her. Rhoda waggled her big bottom and worked her mouth of the cock she had been sucking. For a minute, head down, she gasped for air.

Then she said, "Change ends, guys." The cocks remained hard as stone, wet and delectable. To the kid she had sucked who was now at her rear she said, "In my asshole. See my butt hole?" And she reached to rip the cheeks of her butt apart to open her anus and show him a ripe, pink target.

She hesitated on her knees, balancing herself precariously. Then she felt the head of the cock she had blown burning like fire at the entry. "Slow and easy, get the head inside me," she instructed. She closed her eyes, held her butt hole peeled open and gritted her teeth for the initial invasion of her rectum.

When it came, she sighed with a delicious euphoria. Fabulous. His cock was just right for cornholing her tight asshole. Certain he would not slip out, she took away her hands, pushed her twin half-moons back to his pushing prick and braced her hands beside her head.

Again, she looked up at her lover, opened her mouth. "Fuck my mouth." She would have screamed except for the gullet rammed full of prick as the kid behind her nailed her in the asshole to his balls.

Ahhhhhhhh, absolutely adorable, being gang-fucked in all three of her love-holes, she mused happily, slurping cock sort of absently as she concentrated on the enchantment of being cornholed.

The kid's cock was gliding in and out snugly in her butt hole. She could feel the blood veins all along the thick, hard shaft in her highly sensitive rectum. She could visualize-she could feel it so keenly-her asshole sphincter string being shoved way inside her ass then breathing out as the boy hauled his cock out for another deep thrust into her rampant, cock-loving guts.

With her face impaled, she needed only one arm to brace her head up. So, she reached under her belly, caught the boy's flopping balls in her fingers and deftly pressed them into her jizz-drenched gash. She singled out one and actually succeeded in stuffing it, like a plump grape, into her passion-stretched vagina.

The kid fucking her face began sobbing, but she paid little attention other than to-redouble her efforts of sucking the knob when he out-fucked his cock, then slithering her tongue along the seam of the sensitive underside of his joint.

It'll just be fantastic, she mused, a tiny network of worry in her brain, if nobody ever learns I'm getting my fucking from a batch of real young kids.

Boy, her asshole must be well-oiled; she could hear a meaty, mushy squish-squish as the cock reamed into her bowels, then withdrew to drill back into her body yet again,

Then a new admiration for the kid she was sucking was born when he reached under her and began playing with her swaying titties. A fire was kindled in the turgid nipples and a blaze was ignited in her guts as she felt the kid's cock-head expand just before he shot her full of jizz.

Rhoda went off like an out-of-control skyrocket, again getting fuck-jizzed in both ends. In desperation, she shoved the kid's other nut into her tumultuously blasting snatch.

Curiosity killed the cat, Doris vaguely recalled an old saying as she slipped away from the main area of the Shaffer Municipal Water Company picnic. Her heart pounded furiously as she cautiously followed that big, boisterous man who had gotten up on the platform, drank a whole quart of beer without lowering the bottle and made everyone laugh.

He was so funny, not at all serious and solemn like her daddy. And his size. At least a head taller than her father who was more than six feet tall.

The little blonde, wearing the new mini-sundress her daddy had gotten her, paused on the fringe of the wood and looked back to see if her departure was being observed. Not a one was looking her direction. In fact, most were down at the river beach, some swimming, others just lying in the shade drinking beer or soda pop. It was kind of odd; she had seen her daddy stroll away with the school principal and his daughter; Rhoda and Phil had disappeared-at almost the same time; and Vern wouldn't stay, insisted on going back home.