Chapter 3
Under the dinner table, Kitty felt Kent's foot nudging hers. Just the act of rubbing sneakers drove her wild with lust for him. All day they'd been trying to get alone together, but Dora kept thwarting them, finding chores for Kent, teaching the farm routine to Kitty. By evening they were wild with impatience. Shep, who shared the family dinner, couldn't help smiling at the kids' obvious frustration. He knew the reason for it, even if Dora didn't. But he expected their ingenuity and lust would get them together sometime this evening, and he looked forward to watching.
But Dora thwarted everybody that day. After dinner she announced, "We've got to go into town for supplies. Kent and Shep, I'll need both of you. Kitty can stay here and do the dishes."
"Aw, Mom!" yelped Kent. He was going to lose his last chance to be alone with Kitty that day. "Do you think it's safe to leave Kitty alone? What if there's a coyote?"
Fat Dora chuckled good-naturedly. "Why, boy, there hasn't been a coyote around here in years. Of course she'll be safe. It's nice that you're concerned about your cousin, Kent, but don't worry. Now you go and warm up the truck."
Kent and Kitty exchanged a mournful glance. "Now, Kitty," Dora went on, "while you do the dishes, think about God. Think about the things I told you, ridding your soul of evil and all that."
"Yes, ma'am," said Kitty dismally. Her mind was so full of "evil"-particularly the deliciously naughty things she wanted to do to Kent-Hhat the task seemed hopeless. But you didn't say no to Dora.
When the others had gone, Kitty washed the dishes in record time, opened a Coke, and went to watch TV. A perfectly normal teenage girl, she knew a thousand things she'd rather do than work, and although TV wasn't first on her list, it would do. She began to watch a popular detective show, but one of the guest stars was a young man who looked so much like Kent that she soon found herself as horny and impatient as ever. Kitty watched the actor longingly, her cunt aching with need, and quite without realizing it, she began to caress herself.
She started with her firm plump tits, rubbing and cupping them just as Kent had done last night, sighing and squirming. Her hand traveled slowly down her body till it rested on the crotch of her jeans, and just by accident her fevered rubbing reached her sensitive clit. Kitty gasped with pleasure when she accidentally touched herself there. Even through the rough cloth of her jeans, it felt fantastic. Her cunt grew very hot, and a spurt of cream shot from her pussy to moisten the crotch of her panties. She'd never played with her cunt before, and she was delighted to discover how good it felt.
Her mother had told her once that some very sick people "do things to themselves", and that it drove them crazy, stunted their growth, or made them break out in ugly boils all over their body. Kitty somehow understood the act her mother was referring to, even though she'd never done it-and she also understood, with a child's unerring instinct for hypocrisy, that what her mother said was bullshit. Only now, however, did she understand what her mother had been so alarmed about. She knew that by rubbing her clit she wasn't going to stunt her growth or go crazy or any of that stuff. It felt GOOD. That's what bugged her poor repressed Mom.
Kitty smiled mischievously to herself and rubbed her clit a little harder. The stiff cloth of her jeans made delicious friction against the tender little bud, and again her cunt creamed hotly. Yes, it felt great ... Now, if only Kent were touching her there! But beggars can't be choosers.
Kitty did the best she could, rubbing firmly and steadily over her fleshy little clit, working herself gradually toward the dizzying release which Kent called "coming". She kept watching the television, and the boy who looked like Kent, but she found it increasingly hard to focus her eyes or to concentrate on the story. Sweet waves of pleasure swept through her body every time her busy hand rubbed over her moist little clitoris.
"Ohhh," sighed Kitty, "oh, Kent, yesss...."
What would he do if he were really here? For sure he wouldn't confine himself to rubbing her jeans. He'd reach inside her jeans, her panties, and touch the real thing-her cunt. Breathlessly Kitty unzipped her jeans and thrust her hand down into the moist springy curls of her pussy. She wriggled a stiff finger between the furry cuntlips and touched the red-hot juicy bump of her clit.
"Oooo!" she cried.
It felt a thousand times better when she made direct contact, when flesh touched flesh. She slouched on the sofa, spreading her legs wide, and began rubbing her hot little clit for all she was worth, squealing with pleasure....
Suddenly the front door opened.
Kitty screamed and leaped to her feet, her hand still sticky with her warm cunt-juices. Then she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was Kent and that he was alone. He grinned mischievously at her.
"Hi there!" he said.
"Kent, what are you doing back so soon?" said Kitty.
"I pulled an old grade school gimmick," he laughed. "Said I had a belly ache. Mom didn't want to let me go, but Shep said it was better than having me puke in the truck-so they let me off down the road, and I walked back."
He strolled over to the couch and plumped down beside Kitty, eyeing her hungrily. "Hey, what were you doing just then?" he said slyly. "I saw you through the window."
Kitty blushed but confessed, "Rubbing myself. I got so horny for you, I pretended it was you."
"Well, the real me is here now," said Kent, chuckling. "Accept no second-rate substitutes! But, wow, Kitty, you were really getting off on it, whatever you were doing. Show me."
Kitty felt at ease with Kent because he was a kid, too, not a grownup with crazy ideas and fucked-up morality. She tugged down her jeans and panties till she'd uncovered the pretty little golden puff of her cunt, and then she carefully separated the plump pussylips and uncovered the bright-red moist shaft of her tiny clit. Kent watched with fascination, deciding that even if girls were very different from boys, they were still pretty-even down there. The flesh of her girlish cunt was a healthy pink, plump and juicy. Kitty used her finger to indicate the tiny scarlet lump of her clit.
"I don't know what it is," she said, "but it feels really great when I rub it."
"Oh, yeah?" said Kent. "Let's see."
He stuck out his finger and applied the tip to her taut little clit, rubbing gently but steadily. Kitty moaned blissfully, and he saw a rush of moisture, a reddening of tissues, in the part of her cunt she had exposed. He went on rubbing the funny little hot bump, and Kitty moaned and squealed, and her little clit began to twitch and swell and stiffen, just like a cock.
Kitty's angelic face went pink with arousal, her big blue eyes fluttered, and she began to pant loudly. Kent really dug getting her excited like that. He wanted to drive her wild with horniness. An idea came to him, kinda crazy but exciting. Some of the older boys at school had mentioned
"giving head" and "eating pussy". Though he'd caught only vague details, he decided to try it. The older guys said it drove chicks wild.
"Hey, let's lie down," he said to Kitty. "And let me take off your jeans so I can touch you better."
"My panties, too," Kitty giggled.
She obediently flopped down on her back, making room for Kent, and the eager boy seized her jeans and tugged them off. He had a little more trouble with her skin-tight panties, but Kitty raised her cute little ass to help him, and at last he got them off. He felt very excited. Last night Kitty had let him feel between her legs, but he hadn't had a look at her cunt yet. It would be the very first time he'd seen that part of a woman-plus he had a big surprise for Kitty.
Kitty obligingly spread her legs for Kent, and he bellied down between them, his nose brushing the fine golden hairs of her cunt. She felt his hot moist breath on her naked little slit, and even that aroused her. She sighed and tried to control her horny wriggling. Soon Kent would play with her funny little button again, and it was going to feel so good....
Kent fully intended to play with her clit, but for the moment he was busy gawking at his first sight of cunt. It seemed very pretty to him, if confusing. Where his cock and balls would be, Kitty had a light fringe of golden hair surrounding a narrow slit of bright-pink flesh. He saw the plump curly lips of her cunt, the naked rim of her cunt-mouth, and, farther back, the light-brown wrinkled mouth of her asshole, the only part that matched his own equipment. He zeroed in on the strange territory, gently probing with his index finger, trying to find the all-important cunt-mouth. If he got her hot enough, if they had enough time, he'd be putting his cock in there ... At the very thought of it, his young prick went rigid and full in his jeans. He decided to hurry up and get her horny. He didn't want to be a virgin a minute longer than he had to.
His finger slipped suddenly into a tiny wet hole concealed by her swollen moist cuntlips. Kitty squealed with sharp pleasure as Kent's stiff finger slid up her cunt. Kent grinned and began pumping his finger in her tight slick sheath, and the girl wailed with delight. He was ready to spring his surprise now. As he continued to jerk his finger in and out of her creamy little cunt, he bent low over her, stuck out his tongue, and wriggled it between the furry lips of her pussy, seeking out that funny little nub of flesh which gave her so much pleasure. He soon contacted it with the tip of his tongue and immediately subjected it to a stiff tickling. It tasted salty and good, and it was silky to his touch.
"OOOO!" shrieked Kitty. "Oh, that's GREAT! Ahhh...!"
Kent was pleased with himself. The older guys hadn't steered him wrong about this pussy-eating business. It made Kitty more excited than anything else he'd done to her. Her slim hips jerked wildly in time to his finger-fucking and clit-tonguing, a helpless fucking motion. She felt dizzying jolts of pleasure from her tiny clit each time Kent's stiff tongue-tip lashed or circled it.
Obeying her blind instincts, she threw her slim legs wide apart, one up over the back of the couch, the other over the edge, lewdly exposing her moist pink virgin cunt. Cream began to spurt in a steady stream from her tiny cunt-mouth, wetting Kent's busy finger. Her voice became husky with pleasure as she moaned helplessly. Kent's tongue raced faster and faster around the trembling shaft of her hot little clit, and she felt the tiny organ stiffening into fierce erection, just like Kent's cock did when he got horny. She was almost fainting with pleasure when Kent paused to catch his breath.
"You like that?" he panted.
"Fantastic," sighed Kitty. Her innocent little face was bright pink with lusty excitement, and her blue eyes glowed devilishly. "But I want to touch you, too, Kent. If you lie upside down...."
Kent got the idea immediately, grateful for Kitty's inventiveness. Neither of them knew that countless horny couples had "invented" this idea for at least a million years. They knew only that they could both have fun that way, and fun was all that counted.
Kent stood up and stripped off his clothes as fast as he could. Kitty got rid of her shirt and bra, but she didn't take her eyes off Kent's slim muscular body, focusing with special hunger on his cock. It was very stiff by now, standing straight up and hugging his belly, the shaft pale and swollen, blue veins standing out sharply against the white skin. His hard-on was so fierce that his foreskin had retreated to expose the dark-red bulbous glans, and from the little slit at the very head of his cock clear cream oozed. Kitty found it all very exciting, and she could hardly wait to touch it and play with it.
"Hurry, Kent, hurry," she said breathlessly.
The eager boy almost tripped over his scattered clothing in his race to get at her sweet little body. He hadn't seen her stark naked in the light before, and she looked delicious to him, her plump creamy tits standing up boldly, the strawberry-pink nipples stiff and taut. Her body was tiny, yet shaped like a woman's, with sharply nipped-in waist, swelling round hips, and nice legs. Even the golden fur of her cunt seemed to quiver with anticipation as he climbed onto the couch beside her.
Kent arranged himself opposite Kitty, his nose brushing her cute little cunt-muff, his stiff cock rubbing hungrily against her face. "How's that?" he panted.
"Super," Kitty sighed. "Do what you were doing before, Kent. Lick me."
"Sure," said Kent, "if you'll lick me."
"Lick your cock?" Kitty giggled.
"Why not?" he laughed. "It won't bite. It might spit, but it won't bite."
Kitty thought it over. She'd never heard of such a thing before, but it sounded like fun. She felt a strong urge to put her mouth on his rigid young cock, to taste his swelling meat. And if Kent licked her, it seemed only fair that she return the favor. "Okay," she said, "I'll do it."
"Right fuckin' on!" said Kent, jamming his face between her legs.
Kitty felt a sudden mind-blasting burst of pleasure as Kent's hot slippery tongue found her horny little clit. He lashed and licked and circled it with blinding speed, and she squealed delightedly. Steamy juice gushed from her greedy little cunt to soak his chin. She could easily have relaxed and been swept into orgasm in seconds, but she had a job to do. She'd promised to lick Kent's cock.
Shyly but eagerly she reached out and took the long stiff prick in her little hand. It throbbed and writhed in her curled fingers like a lively little animal, the dark slit of the glans bubbling out thick man-cream. Kitty gently tugged the stiff cock closer, then stuck out her little pink tongue and ran it teasingly up the rigid shaft, leaving a scalding wet line of saliva. Kent moaned and twitched. She began doing it faster, racing her stiff wet tongue-tip up and down his bloated cock, and he trembled and moaned. Kitty was proud of her work. Clearly Kent was getting a lot of pleasure from what she was doing. She was digging it, too. She liked the silky hard texture of his swollen cock-flesh, the way his stiff prick throbbed and jerked under her swift licking.
Growing bolder, Kitty ran her tongue from his dark pubic bush right up to the dark-red bulb of his cockhead. His dribbling cream met her tastebuds, and she found it strong and salty but good. She ran her little slick tongue all around the hot hard head of his cock, and Kent's body jerked violently as he reacted to the delicious licking on the most sensitive part of his young cock. She dug her tiny tongue-tip right into the slit of his glans, reaming out his cock-juice as fast as it appeared, swallowing it greedily. Kent twitched like crazy and made a horny gurgling sound, but still he managed to go on tonguing her stiff little clit, making her hot and wild with pleasure.
Kitty felt as if she couldn't get enough of this new game, this delicious play of tongues on cock and clit.' She wanted to learn about fucking, for sure, but it could wait. She wanted to go on licking and tasting her cousin's handsome young cock, to eat his cream as fast as it came. Her little pink tongue zipped around and around his fat purple cockhead. She wanted to lick and taste him everywhere at once, but she couldn't move fast enough.
Moaning, whimpering, she suddenly dipped her gleaming blonde head between his legs and slithered her slick hot tongue over his swollen nuts, right back to the bumpy brown mouth of his asshole. When she touched him there, swiftly and wetly circling the wrinkled anal mouth, Kent thought he would shoot his load. He just missed coming when she moved on, trailing her dripping tongue back again to tickle and wet his taut plump balls. She licked greedily, thoroughly, soaking every inch of his lightly furred nut sac, wriggling her tongue into every hot cranny, before moving back again to his writhing stiff cock. Though she had licked and tasted everywhere between his legs, she found herself still hotly eager and hungry for him. His tongue still played stiffly, wildly on her rigid little clit, and the pleasure was driving her wild. She didn't know where her horny urges would lead her next.
Dizzily she eyed Kent's stiff-standing cock as it trembled in her sweaty fingers. Thick white man-cream still dribbled from the slitted head, and she felt a hot rush of saliva in her mouth as she watched it. She thought of a way she could get all that delicious cock-cream. Impulsively she popped the fat purple head of Kent's hard prick into her mouth.
"Uhhh!" groaned Kent. "Oh, yeah, YEAH!"
Kent's cock seemed very thick to her, stretching her small mouth almost painfully, but she really liked taking it into her mouth. She felt the oozing cream dripping onto her tongue, tasted his salty juices. Gurgling crazily, she stuffed more of the stiff fat cock into her mouth, as much as she could, till the drooling fat head of his prick butted her throat and his furry nuts rubbed her chin.
Her mouth was fully stuffed with his thick throbbing cock, yet she wanted more. She drew in her cheeks sharply, raised her tongue till his red-hot dick was pressed against her palate, and Kent trembled and moaned. Instinctively she began to suck on his cock, shyly and clumsily at first, then with increasing speed and confidence. Kitty had never heard of cocksucking and probably would have giggled in disbelief and amusement if anyone had described it to her. She invented it all for herself, and her natural instincts told her just how to do it.
She sucked strongly, swiftly on his long hard prick, applying all the pressure she could with her greedy wet little mouth, and again Kent felt as if he'd shoot his load at any second. He didn't want to yet, however. He wanted to wait and fuck his cute little cousin. So he distracted himself by running his stiff tongue farther back between her legs, exploring with it and, at the same time, driving Kitty wild with new pleasures.
He licked and tongued deep into the steamy folds of her wet cuntlips, then farther back till his tongue sensed the pinpoint bumpy mouth of her asshole. He tongued it fiercely, wriggling the pointed tip of his tongue into the little clenched mouth, and was answered with a scalding burst of cunt-cream that drenched his chin and cheeks.
Even with her mouth full of cock, Kitty was whimpering and moaning as his red-hot tongue reamed and circled her asshole and cunt. She sucked harder and harder on his rigid cock as her excitement grew. Kent responded by snaking his soaked tongue back again, right to the tiny gushing mouth of her cunt. He knew how much she liked his finger in there, and he suspected she'd like his tongue even more. He felt hungry for her pussy-cream, and this was the source. Eagerly he stuffed his thick tongue into her hot virgin cunt, thrusting upward as far as he could.
Kitty moaned loudly and trembled violently as she felt Kent's tongue deliciously penetrating her hungry little cunt. It was the best thing she'd felt so far. She threw her legs as far apart as she could, wanting him deep in her cunt, and Kent managed to push in all the way to the root of his tongue. Kitty went wild with delight as he began to work his stiff tongue in a swift cock-like motion, in and out of her horny little cunt-hole.
She returned the favor by sucking his big stiff prick faster and harder than ever. Her mouth served as a cunt to his cock, and his tongue was like a hard-driving cock in her eager cunt. The two kids whimpered and writhed and mouthed each other fiercely. Without knowing it, they were about to bring each other off. But they were too lost in their horny little game to realize it....
As the truck bounced homeward over the bumpy country road, Shep could hardly sit still. He was impatient and horny, dying to get back to the farm. He'd known damn well that Kent's belly ache was faked, that the kid just wanted to be alone with his pretty little cousin. Shep didn't blame him a bit, but he was really pissed off at missing out on the action. He could have spent a delicious evening spying on the kids instead of lifting hundred-pound sacks of grain into the truck. But Dora had needed him, and Dora was the boss.
Shep glanced over at her as she expertly guided the truck over the dark rutted road. He'd never really thought of her as a female before, just as "The Boss", but in his frantic horniness he saw her as a woman for the first time. He noticed that her tits bounced heavily during the jerky ride, without the restraint of a bra. That figured. Dora dressed like a man, in plaid shirt and jeans and heavy boots, and her get-up didn't include anything fancy like lacy feminine underwear. It meant that her tits swung free-and they were big. Man, were they big! Shep wondered why he hadn't noticed them before. Size 44-D at the very least, and swinging and bouncing like tumbling watermelons.
Dora kept her eyes on the road, completely oblivious of Shep's lusty stare, but Shep was extremely conscious of her. She was a mighty big woman, taller than he was, fat as a pregnant elephant, but she turned him on. He knew the townspeople laughed at her gross fatness and religious fervor, at her weird clothes and hairdo, but Shep wasn't put off by any of it. He liked a little meat on his women, liked big hot cushiony jugs and bellies and thighs.
He wondered how the boss-lady would be in bed, and he grinned to himself. He'd sure like to try. She'd been a widow for as long as he'd known her, ten years and more, and she'd never shown any interest in men that he knew of. Dora was strictly business. If she wasn't at church or asleep, she was working on the farm. Yet she was a woman, she must have some need for a man....
Shep hungrily considered making a pass. Big Dora intimidated him, however, with her brisk manner and massive strength. Instead he waited for a sharp turn in the road, then contrived to "fall" against her. His arm brushed the enormous hot mound of her right tit, and he felt a dizzying wave of lust.
"Shep, you clumsy idiot, sit up!" Dora barked.
"I'm trying to drive!"
Shep straightened up fast. He was used to taking orders. Still he kept sneaking glances at Dora's mountainous swinging tits all the way home. Someday, if he got nervy enough, drunk enough, he'd sure as hell try for a feel of those enormous hot jugs....
"Shep, you asleep?" Dora rumbled. "We're here. I'll back the truck up to the barn. You go get the lantern."
"Yes, ma'am," Shep said, hopping out of the truck. Sighing, horny, he ambled over to the farmhouse to get the lantern. He happened to glance in the well-lighted front window, and what he saw made him snort with surprise. Those damned kids! They didn't have any sense at all! Leaving the curtains open and the lights on, they were sprawled naked on the couch right in front of the window, sucking each other off.
Shep gawked as he watched Kitty, her tiny mouth stretched almost to bursting, sucking hungrily on her cousin's rigidly swollen prick. She had the whole damned thing in her mouth, the little imp. And Kent's dark head was bobbing up and down like crazy between his pretty cousin's out-flung legs. Shep could see his pink tongue zipping in and out of the girl's juicy little cunt. As the dazed farmhand watched, the kids achieved a powerful mutual orgasm, writhing hotly against each other. Kitty's throat muscles worked overtime as she greedily swallowed every drop of Kent's squirting cum....
"Shep, what's the matter with you?" bellowed Dora from the truck. "Get that lantern-or do I have to get it myself?"
Shep jumped in alarm. If Dora came over by the window, she'd see the kids, and there'd be hell to pay. She'd spoil their fun-and his. "Be right there, ma'am!" he called.
As he approached the front door he walked noisily and cleared his'throat loudly. The kids sprang apart and gathered up their clothes and split from the room. Shep entered the house grinning, feeling that he'd done his good deed for the day. But he didn't always want to be the Good Samaritan. Someday, by God, he wanted to get a little for himself....