Chapter 4
Kitty tossed in her bed half the night, wild with frustration. Would there ever be a time when she and Kent could be alone together without being interrupted? Was she ever going to get adults off her back? It seemed as if the whole world was conspiring to keep her a virgin, and she wanted to scream with impatience. She felt a wild urge to sneak out of her bed and down the hall to Kent's room, but she couldn't satisfy it because he slept right next door to his mother-and those big ears of Dora's never missed a sound. And Dora could be around all the next day, assigning them chores, keeping them apart. Damn, damn....
But Kitty was wrong about the next day. She'd forgotten it was Sunday. Dora dragged her and Kent off to church, of course, but in the afternoon, leaving the kids to do the chores, Dora went back to town again to attend some kind of church meeting. Two hours of a boring sermon weren't enough for her-she had to give her whole Sunday up to it. Anyhow, it was the chance the kids had been waiting for. Dora couldn't possibly make it into town, attend the meeting, and be back in less than three hours, and in three hours Kent and Kitty could do just about anything they wanted....
"Now, Kent," boomed Dora as she started off for town, "I want all those animal pens cleaned out by the time I get back. You've put that chore off too long."
"Yes, ma'am," Kent said miserably. How the fuck was he going to do all that work and still get some time with Kitty?
"And Kitty," said Dora, wagging a finger at the girl, "I wants yeu to pick and shell enough peas for dinner, and when you finish with that, pick enough cherries so we can make a dozen jars of jam. No lolling around and watching the television today, young lady."
"Yes, ma'am," Kitty sighed. It seemed that Aunt Dora had the power to fuck up her day even when she wasn't present. Kitty could have murdered her.
Shep was watching the whole scene with barely contained amusement, and when Dora went off in the truck, he grinned as the unhappy kids started for their separate chores, sighing and looking longingly at each other. He knew exactly what was on their minds, poor little bastards-still cock and hot cunt, that's what. He didn't blame them a bit. Shep was a hard man, but he also had a soft heart. So what if he didn't get his Sunday afternoon off? So what if he missed a little fun? He was going to do these kids a good turn.
"Wal, now," he drawled, "I bet you two ain't very excited about them chores, are you? Bet you'd rather go swimmin'."
"I'm here to tell you," Kent sighed.
"Seems like we never have time for fun," said Kitty gloomily.
"Tell you what," said Shep. "I'll do them chores for you, and you two go off and have some fun. Maybe sometime you can do me a favor."
Kent grinned delightedly and clapped the rugged farmhand on the shoulder. Kitty squealed and threw her arms around Shep's neck and gave him a big wet kiss on his grizzled cheek. He felt her sweet hard little tits rubbing his chest, and he experienced a sharp pang of lust.
"Oh, Shep," she said, "you're a sweetheart."
Yeah, thought Shep, you should see what a sweetheart I am in bed, little girl ... But he quickly dismissed the notion. The girl was half in love with Kent, and Shep couldn't blame her. Kent was young, handsome, and just her age. She'd never even notice a hardened old veteran like Shep. He grinned and shrugged off her embrace, giving her a playful pat on her cute round little ass.
"Run along now, you two," he said gruffly. "I got work to do."
Holding hands, barely able to disguise their lust and excitement, Kent and Kitty headed off for the woods. Shep sighed. He wished he could follow and watch, but the shit would hit the fan if those chores weren't done by the time Dora got back. Damn the boss-lady, anyhow. Why couldn't she ever relax and have fun and give other people the same privilege? Shep wistfully considered what a happy farm it would be if she let the kids ball and if she came down off her high horse and had a little fun with Shep. He watched the kids disappear in the distance, sighed again, and then started off to clean the animal pens. It seemed just too hard to be raking out hog shit when he'd much rather be exploring his boss' big swinging tits....
Kent and Kitty didn't have to talk or discuss where they were going. Without a word-but with many sighs-they headed for that secluded spot in the woods where they'd first explored each other's bodies. By the time they crawled through the brush and found the hidden meadow, Kitty was trembling with anticipation and Kent had a massive hard-on that threatened to burst his tight jeans. By God, nobody was going to interrupt them this time! They were going to lose their virginity today, and nothing could stop them.
As soon as they reached the clearing they began feverishly stripping off their clothes. They gawked longingly at each other's naked bodies. Kitty was the most beautiful thing Kent had ever seen in his life, a tiny blonde Venus, perfectly shaped, young and fresh, her gleaming corn-colored hair hanging straight and heavy to her shoulders. He licked his lips at the sight of her round firm tits which so perfectly fitted his palms, at the pert strawberry nipples he loved to suck. His eyes darted down to her golden patch of cunt-fur, that sweet and funny little puff at the base of her belly, and he felt his eager young cock twitching impatiently in his jeans. Yeah, today was going to be the day, all right. No fooling around, no wasting time-he was just going to jump on that delicious little chick and fuck her for all he was worth.
Kitty's blue eyes gleamed hotly as she studied her handsome cousin's superb young body. Kent looked like a naked god to her with his broad shoulders, slim hips, and long muscular legs. His skin was beautifully bronzed, his raven-black hair blowing softly in the slight afternoon breeze, and she experienced a wave of lust for him that caused her hot young cunt to cream heavily. She could feel the blazing burst of juice from her cunt, feel it trickling down her legs, and she wondered if Kent noticed. It didn't matter. She felt not the slightest bit of shame standing before him naked, her cunt-juice trickling down her inner thighs. She just wanted him, that was all.
As he got out of his pants, she watched hungrily when his stiff young cock popped into view, taut and engorged and hugging his belly. Again, as last time, his hard-on was so fierce that the loose wrinkled foreskin had drawn back, completely uncovering the bright-red glans. A pearly droplet of cock-cream oozed from the dark slit of his prick-hole. Kitty trembled with longing. She wanted to seize his superb young cock and suck on it, taste it, as she'd done last time they were alone-but she knew they mustn't waste time.
That had always been their problem before-too much foreplay and fooling around, only to be interrupted before they got to the real thing. Well, today they were going to be smart. They were just going to fuck, Kitty was sure that her cousin felt the same way, and she knew with certainty that half an hour from now she wouldn't be a virgin any more. The knowledge excited her terribly, but it also frightened her a little. This was really it. She was actually going to be fucked....
"Well," Kent said a little nervously.
Now that the moment had come, he was filled with doubts. Would he really know how to do it? Would he do it right? Would she like it? Would she even let him do it, or had she just been teasing him all this time? His knees felt a little rubbery, and suddenly he felt too shy to approach her. He just stood there like an idiot, looking hungrily at his lovely little cousin. He wanted her terribly, but he couldn't seem to move.
"Well," said Kitty, equally nervous.
She wondered if it was going to hurt. She'd heard that it hurt a girl a lot the first time. Sure, it felt great when Kent put his finger or tongue into her cunt, but his cock was bigger than a finger or a tongue-a helluva lot bigger. Looking at it now, that enormous hard drooling sausage, she wondered how he could possibly fit it into her pussy. She wanted the experience, but she didn't want pain. She stood there uncertainly-then suddenly experienced a burst of annoyance with herself. Shit, she had to do it sometime, and she'd never get a better chance than this. All summer she'd been trying to get fucked, and now she was just standing there like a dummy. To hell with that. She was going to be brave.
"Kent," she said firmly, "fuck me. I want you to fuck me."
She laid down on the mossy ground, settling on her back and opening her legs. She tried to stifle her nervousness. If it hurt too much, she could always ask him to stop, couldn't she? She was going to stop being childish and silly. She looked at Kent and waited.
Well, thought Kent, here goes.
He tried to control the trembling of his legs as he walked over to his adorable little cousin and got down on the ground beside her. He didn't know what to do, where the hell to start. He remembered some of the dirty books he'd exchanged with his pals, and as far as his flustered brain could recall, the guy was supposed to lie on top of the girl and put his cock in her.
Sweating, red-faced, Kent got clumsily between Kitty's legs, kneeling close so that his knees brushed the soft warm flesh of her inner thighs. She obligingly opened her legs wider to give him more room, but she looked really scared. It hadn't occurred to Kent that she might be as scared as he was, and he quickly bent to give her a reassuring kiss.
Kitty trembled and wrapped her arms around him, drawing him down onto her delicious warm little body. He felt her taut plump tits rubbing his naked chest, felt his rigid cock slipping into the steamy crevice where her legs joined. All of a sudden he forgot his fright and became unbearably horny. He wanted to bury his rigid aching prick in that juicy little cunt he'd explored with his fingers and tongue. Christ, he wanted it more than anything in the world!
Kitty felt the long hard pole of her cousin's cock sliding between her legs, and she experienced a sharp burst of lust for him. Moaning, she arched her hot little body and began to rub her horny little clit against the hard shaft of his erect prick. Her cunt-juices began to gush out, wetting his engorged cock, and she didn't care any longer if it was going to hurt. She had to have it, that was all. She just had to.
"Oh, Kent," she moaned, "do it to me, do it to me...."
Kent was more than willing, but he still wasn't sure just how it was done. Firmly held in Kitty's passionate embrace, he could hardly move, but he managed to wriggle his slim hips around, to maneuver his achingly full cock, till at last he felt his creaming sensitive glans nosing into the slick little valley of her cunt-mouth. He seemed to be in the right place, headed in the right direction. Now all he had to do was push.
Kitty trembled with excitement. This was exactly as far as she'd gone with Jim in the car that night, just when her father had caught them. It had been like this, the hot bulbous head of his cock resting at the very mouth of her cunt, half an inch from real penetration. But this time the fun wouldn't end there. They would go farther-all the way. Her steamy cunt-juices bubbled out to encourage his advance, and she shook in his arms with horniness.
"Oh, hurry, Kent," she cried, "hurry! Push it in me!"
Kent trembled violently as he prepared to do as she asked. He drew back his hips, being careful not to dislodge his bloated red cockhead from the slick hot mouth of her heavily creaming cunt, and then he thrust forward breathlessly....
Shep looked down at himself disgustedly. He was covered with animal shit, all over his best
Sunday jeans, too. His boots were stinking and encrusted with it. Ordinarily he didn't mind this particular form of filth, because he'd worked on farms all his life and was used to it, but today it seems just too much. It was too much that he should be standing there in the hot sun shoveling shit, while those lucky kids were off in the woods fucking. It seemed as if the rest of the world had all the fun, while Shep went on working his ass off-and for what? Wasn't it time that he had some fun,too?
Impulsively the rugged farmhand threw down his pitchfork and marched off in the direction of the woods. He was a good experienced worker, and he could do all those chores in half the time it would take the kids. He could go watch them, get a few kicks for himself, and then hurry back and do the work before Dora got home. He just hoped he hadn't missed the show. The kids had a ten-minute start on him, and he might have missed all the good stuff already. He didn't even know where they'd gone, but he suspected they'd returned to the place where he'd watched them before. In their frantic lust, they weren't likely to be careful.
Shep slipped silently through the brush, glanced around, and then grinned. He hadn't missed the main show. It was funny that it'd taken them so long to get to it. If he'd been Kent, he would've been in that little girl's pants before she knew what was happening. Shep settled down to watch. Kitty was lying on her back, stark naked, her little legs opened wide for Kent to fuck her, but the dumb kid hadn't gotten in yet. He was red in the face and just sort of gawking down at his cock like something was wrong with it. Shep shook his head in amusement. There wasn't anything wrong with that long swollen meat. The kid was really well hung and had a hard-on any grown man would've envied. So why didn't he use the damned thing?
"Kent," he heard Kitty say, "what happened?"
"It slipped," Kent said, blushing deeply. He felt so stupid and clumsy, he wanted to disappear. "I guess it just slipped. I'll try again."
Shep watched as the boy clumsily fitted the bright-red head of his cock between the girl's legs. Suddenly he had to restrain a snort of laughter-that fuckin' kid was cherry! It had never occurred to Shep before that Kent might be a virgin, but it was obvious now. He didn't know how to fuck. Shep shook with silent amusement. Crap, in spite of his high school education, Kent didn't know the most basic and important things in life. He'd had plenty of chances with that horny little chick, and he hadn't even fucked her yet. You oughta give me a chance, boy, thought Shep. I sure wouldn't waste any time.
"Oh, Kent, do it," Kitty sighed desperately. "Can't you just get it in and do it? I'm dying to find out what it's like!"
Shep cocked an eyebrow. So the girl was cherry, too? This really ought to be fun to watch!
"I'm trying," Kent said miserably. "I'm trying."
For the third time he fitted the bloated red head of his prick snugly into the slick recess of her cunt-mouth. It seemed well lodged, and now all he had to do was push-and pray that he wouldn't skid off the track again. This time he didn't risk drawing back his hips for a big thrust. He just stayed right where he was and began gingerly pushing into her. This was going to work. He was going to make it. Oh, Christ, he was going to make it....
Steady, boy, Shep silently coached. Go slow, get it in. Get it all the way into that hot little cunt. You can do it, boy ... He felt almost as excited as Kent, and he leaned forward in his leafy hiding place to get the best possible view. In his loose overalls he felt his own cock rising in horny sympathy, stiffening and growing long and hard.
Without taking his eyes off the oblivious young lovers, he unzipped his pants and thrust his hand inside to clutch his hardening cock. His fingers curled smugly around it, and he began to pump it helplessly. He could well imagine what Kitty's virgin cunt felt like to the panting boy-tight, juicy, red hot. Right now he would have given his left nut to be pushing into a wet little cunt like that one, but his hand was going to have to do the job instead. He frigged himself lightly, steadily, not wanting to come just yet. He wanted to spin out his enjoyment of this scene. Two virgins losing it to each other-that was something you didn't see every day.
"Come on, boy," he whispered softly, "don't be so slow! Stick it in her! Give it to her!"
Even if Kent had heard Shep's whispered encouragement, he would not have taken his advice. He was too afraid of falling out again, and he knew Kitty was at the end of her patience. She was panting and wriggling helplessly beneath him, aching to have his cock inside her, and he didn't want to goof again. Clinging to her tightly, he pushed inward with torturous slowness, till even he was shaking with impatience.
"Hurry, Kent," she whined, thrusting her hot wet little cunt up to meet his cock. "Hurry, hurry ... I want it NOW!"
Maddeningly, he didn't hurry, and Kitty couldn't understand why. She'd thought he was as eager as she. She could feel the deliciously thick head of his cock, hot and hard, resting just at the mouth of her hungry little cunt-hole, but he moved so slowly that he seemed to be getting nowhere. Shit, by the time Dora came home, he might be halfway in. Kitty couldn't stand it any more. She suddenly clapped her hands onto Kent's rock-hard straining asscheeks and pushed down with all her strength, forcing his long cock into her virgin cunt.
"Oh, JESUS!" yelped Kent.
"OOOOO!" shrieked Kitty.
Both were taken by surprise with the sensations they experienced then. Kent felt his achingly horny prick suddenly swallowed into a wet tight sheath that was hotter than a furnace. His beautiful cousin's virgin cunt was deliciously snug, fiercely gripping, but at the same time red hot and slick and flooded. It was the greatest thing he'd ever felt, and he almost shot his load in the heart-pounding excitement of thrusting into a woman's body for the very first time. Sweet Jesus, it felt great ... He moaned loudly and pushed in without her help. He was in less than halfway now, but he wanted to be in all the way, to bury his achingly stiff cock completely in her delicious wet clinging cunt....
When she first pressed down impatiently on his taut ass and forced his slow cock into her body, Kitty had experienced a dizzying wave of pleasure. The fat long penetration felt good, so good ... Her cunt-cream flooded helplessly around his rigid cock, and her whole body seemed to melt with lust. These blissful feelings were soon replaced, however, by a sharp sensation of pain. Kent had come up against some barrier inside her, some fleshy obstacle, and it hurt like hell. Kitty could have wept with frustration. Just when she was having so much fun, it had to start hurting. Well, she'd been told that it would hurt the first time, and she wasn't going to let that stop her. She'd just fuck till it stopped hurting, dammit.
"Go on, Kent," she said breathlessly. "Keep doing it. Fuck me. Get in farther."
"I can't," Kent muttered.
"What do you mean, you can't?" Kitty cried desperately. "Why not?"
"That's as deep as it goes," said Kent, red-faced with the effort of trying to get his cock in deeper. "I came up against something."
Little Kitty knew damned well that her cunt was deeper than that. She knew that something was in the way, and then the realized what it was. Her friend Martha had told her about it, a fleshy barrier called the hymen. It had to be broken when a girl lost her virginity, and that was what hurt. Nevertheless it had to be done. They couldn't fuck with that damned thing in the way.
"That's not as deep as it goes, Kent," she said bravely. "You have to break through it. Push as hard as you can."
Kent figured she knew more about it than he did, so he took her word for it. After a deep breath, he pushed forward as hard as he could. Shep, watching eagerly from the bushes, whispered, "Right on, boy! Slam it in there! Pop that little bitch's cherry!" He caught Kent's excitement and wondered if the kid would prove himself a man today or not. If he couldn't shove through that cherry, he'd never be a man ... Shep fingered and pumped his fat cock with growing excitement as he watched Kent's straining naked
/' asscheeks.
"OOOO!" wailed Kitty. "OUCH!"
"UHHH!" Kent grunted.
He realized he was hurting her, but he couldn't stop the rough plunge of his cock against her taut cherry. It was too late, and he gasped with effort as he felt the hard sharp head of his prick slicing through the fleshy membrane which had preserved her virginity for fifteen years. Then he was through, sinking into incredible heat and wetness, moaning with the intense pleasure of it. He was in all the way, his eager young cock completely buried in her cunt, his fat young balls rubbing roughly against her wet pussylips. Shit, it felt great, and best of all, he wasn't a virgin any more.
Neither was Kitty, but her reaction wasn't quite as ecstatic as her cousin's. The breaking of her cherry had been the worst pain she'd ever felt in her life, and it was all she could do to hold back her tears. Kent's cock felt too big for her little tight cunt, much too long and thick and hard. With that rigid throbbing meat pushed all the way into her tiny pussy, she feared she would split or be torn. Still she was too stubborn to tell him to stop. She'd waited too long to find out what fucking was like, and, dammit, she was going to find out even if it killed her.
"Go ahead, Kent," she whispered, "do it. Keep doing it. Only not too hard, okay?"
To her horror, he didn't seem to hear her. Kent could think of only one thing now, getting his rocks off, and his instincts told him that the best way was to fuck her as hard and fast as he could. Even in his very first fuck, he knew the way that would give him most pleasure, the hard intense jabs of his hungry cock in her mushy tight little cunt.
Vaguely he heard Kitty's voice, but he mistook her cries for pleasure. He worked his hips and ass quickly, harshly, jabbing his drooling cock deep into her blazing cunt. He panted with excitement and moaned his pleasure loudly.
"Oh, yeah," he wailed, "YEAH! Christ, it's good! So fuckin' good...."
From the bushes, Shep caught the boy's pleasure and excitement, and he damn near came. He began pumping his cock harder, in time to the boy's eager strokes, and he couldn't restrain his whispering, though he kept it low enough so the kids wouldn't hear.
"That's it, boy," he whispered, leering at the fucking couple. "Fuck her, baby, do it to her! Fuck that little chick raw!" He was proud of Kent, glad to see the kid finally getting laid. He'd watched the boy grow up and had become like a father to him over the past ten years, so it seemed only right that he should be watching now. "Get her!" he rasped. "Sock it to her, boy. Hard, baby, hard!"
Now it was almost as if Shep's thoughts went straight to Kent. The panting sweating boy was fucking for all he was worth, slamming his rigid young cock into Kitty's defenseless cunt with dizzying speed and brutal force. She was so wet and his cock was so thick that their fucking took on a loud slurping noise, so loud that Shep could hear it. He grinned lewdly and frigged his cock even faster. "That's the way, boy," he whispered. "That's the way to fuck, you lucky little bastard."
Kitty lay there, stunned with the realization that Kent wasn't going to be gentle, that he was going to fuck her hard and fast in spite of her tears and protests. He was so excited that he didn't even hear her, so it was no use crying out. All she could do was endure it. As she lay and trembled beneath him, however, she felt her sensations slowly changing. The pain seemed to numb and go away, replaced by a keen burning pleasure as Kent's thick cock gave her plenty of sweet friction deep in her eager little cunt. It was beginning to feel good, damned good....
His thick hard cock was a helluva lot more fun than his tongue or finger. She discovered that once the pain was over, she really dug getting fucked. She relaxed, let her legs fall wider open, and presently she was creaming hotly all around his impaling cock and working her little hips homily in time to his eager jabs.
Shit, it was fun! Fucking was more fun than she'd ever dreamed. She was glad she'd had the courage to continue even when it hurt, because now she was getting a delicious reward. Her excitement mounted so rapidly that she got dizzy, almost senseless, and she began to cry out her pleasure without shame.
"Oh, Kent," she shrieked, "I love it, I just love it! It feels so great! Ball me, Kent, fuck me, give it to me ... Ahhh...."
That was too much for Shep. When the beautiful little blonde girl cried out for more, when she told Kent how good it felt, Shep's lust rocketed out of bonds, and he barely suppressed a yelp of pleasure when he felt his hot sticky jism jetting into his hand. He fell back into the fallen leaves, writhing and panting in his dizzying orgasm. Man, what a show it had been....
Kitty was so excited by now that she couldn't even form intelligible words. She shrieked, wailed, screamed and moaned her pleasure, working her hot creaming little cunt furiously around Kent's deep-digging cock. Then she felt a powerful orgasm overtaking her, and she yelled shrilly in her blinding pleasure. She heard Kent yelling, too, and something weird happened deep in her convulsing pussy. She felt Kent's cock suddenly contracting and twitching, felt a delicious bath of steamy fluid in her wildly nipping little cunt. She understood that he was coming, too, and she found that she loved the hot rush of jism in her receptive cunt.
Kent shuddered violently as he shot his load of cum into a woman for the first time. He felt kind of dumb yelling like that, but he just couldn't help it, it felt so good. Her cunt was going crazy, nipping and milking and pumping his cock, making him squirt load after load of sizzling jism deep into her belly. Jacking off was never like this. That was just kid stuff compared to this head-spinning pleasure. At last he finished coming, and he sank blissfully into her arms, exhausted and sweaty and extremely proud of himself.
"Wow!" said Kitty.
"You're telling me!" laughed Kent. "I wonder why we waited so long?"
"I don't know," she giggled, "but I do know what I want to do for the rest of the summer."
Kent snickered. "Yeah, if we can just get Shep to do the chores."
Fuck that, thought Shep. It'd been great fun watching the kids, and he'd come like a sonofabitch, but now that his excitement was over, he began to feel resentful. Why should they have all the fun, while he did their work? Why couldn't he get a little cunt for himself? They might think he was just an old man, too old to be interested in sex, but he was barely forty and still plenty interested. He zipped up and marched back to finish the chores, his mind set and determined. Even if he had to rape that little girl Kitty, he was going to have a woman of his own-and damned soon.