Chapter 5

Once Kitty and Kent had learned the excitement of actually "doing it", they were wild to try it again, but Dora's return from her church meeting prevented them getting together. All the long evening and most of the next day they kept looking at each other wistfully while fat Dora ranted on about the chores they must do and how they should turn their thoughts to God. God, indeed. All either of them could think of was the other's warm firm body.

Kitty thought she would go wild if Kent didn't touch her soon, and she suspected he felt the same way. But it was very difficult to escape her aunt's constant scrutiny. Kitty wished Dora would drop dead-or find herself a man to keep her busy. It was pretty funny to think of mountainous hymn-singing Aunt Dora with a man, but if that miracle ever happened, Kitty was sure it would keep Dora out of the kids' hair.

In the evening they all sat in the large and comfortable front room of the farmhouse watching TV. It was the only amusement after dark-the only one, that is, but sex, which Dora naturally wouldn't have approved of. Indeed, any time there was a hint of sex on the television screen, Dora would cluck and frown. "Hussy," she muttered at some flirtatious teenage actress. "She'll end up in Hell."

Shep maintained a poker face and continued chewing on a toothpick, but he couldn't resist glancing at Kitty out of the corner of his eye to see how she'd taken Dora's pronouncement. The girl looked flushed and defiant. No, Miss Kitty had no fear of Hell. She was just impatient to get her hot little cunt banged, that was all, and the boss-lady stood in her way. Shep chuckled softly to himself. He could well imagine how horny those kids were, and he wondered how they'd manage to find time alone together.

"Look at that!" said Dora, scandalized. "Why, that chippie has hardly any clothes on!"

"Aw, Mom," said Kent, unable to contain himself any longer, "it's just realism. In this scene she's going to bed, so they have to show her undressing."

"Not before a family audience," said Dora, lumbering to her feet and stalking over to switch channels on the TV. She flicked the dial around till she got a religious crusade of some sort, and everyone else moaned under his breath. As Dora sat back contentedly to watch the preaching and hymn singing, the others rose.

"Time for me to turn in," said Shep. "Good night, all." He liked TV, but not this boring crap. He'd rather be in bed with a stiff belt of booze and an old girlie magazine.

"I'm tired, too," said Kitty. "Good night, Aunt Dora."

"Good night, Mom," said Kent.

Without taking her eyes off the screen, Dora said sternly, "Now, you two children have a glass of warm milk before you go upstairs. It'll make you strong and help you sleep better."

Kent and Kitty made horrible faces at each other. They hated the nightly warm milk that Dora forced on them. But there was no arguing with the big woman. Dutifully and miserably they strolled into the kitchen, and Kitty set some milk to heat. While it warmed, they furtively caressed each other, keeping a lookout lest Dora should turn their way and see them through the open door. They found that the brief kisses and caresses only made them horny, however, and did nothing to satisfy their pent-up lust for each other. They drank their milk quickly, grimacing, and then started for their separate beds. But as they passed through the front room they got a pleasant surprise.

Dora had fallen asleep in front of the television set. Slumped down on her back, her mountainous tits rising and falling heavily under her mannish plaid shirt, the big woman was snoring blissfully. Kitty and Kent exchanged delighted looks. Then Kent reached for Kitty's hand and led her outdoors.

"We can't risk doing anything in the house," he whispered. "She might hear. But as long as there's no noise, she'll just snore away."

"Where can we go?" Kitty asked eagerly.

"The barn," said Kent. "It won't be too cold, and there's all that hay to lie in."

"Far out," sighed Kitty, squeezing his hand. The eager young couple ran in the direction of the dimly lighted barn.

Shep had been standing in the shadows on the other side of the porch, lighting the Camel he'd been hungering for all evening. When he heard the kids' conversation, he grinned lasciviously. He wouldn't have to spend the evening alone in bed after all. He was going to get a show much better than anything on TV. He waited until Kent and Kitty had disappeared into the barn, then followed in his practiced cat-like walk, making not a sound. Through a crack in the wall he watched the boy and girl climb into the hay loft. That was okay-he knew where he could get an excellent view of that place. He went around the side of the barn, climbed a ladder, and crawled onto the roof. There was another crack there, just wide enough to afford him an excellent look at the loft which Kitty and Kent were just climbing into. Shep took a deep drag on his cigarette and settled down on his belly to watch. He had to suppress a chuckle of delight when the kids instantly grabbed each other and began embracing passionately, too eager to take off their clothes. Poor little fuckers, they'd had to wait more than twenty-four hours for this. He well remembered the urgent horniness of adolescence.

"Oh, Kent, I've missed you so much," Kitty said breathlessly, squeezing his hard young body against her. She felt like she couldn't get close enough to him, couldn't get enough of him.

"Well, I sure as hell missed you," sighed Kent, pawing her lovely round tits through her cotton shirt. "It got so bad, I had to jack off in the John last night."

Kitty giggled. "Really? How do you jack off? What does that mean?"

Kent flushed a little. He was ashamed of that childish practice. "Aw, it just means bringing yourself off. Making yourself come."

Kitty thought this might be a very convenient thing to know about. What if you couldn't find a boy and were very horny? It would be great to know how to satisfy yourself. "Yes," she said, "but how do you do it? Please tell me, Kent. I want to know."

Kent turned redder but tried to explain. "Well, you just pump your cock till you come, that's all. You do it with your hand."

Kitty frowned. "Well, that wouldn't do me any good, because I don't have a cock. I wonder if girls can do it? And how would they do it?"

"Shit, I don't know," said Kent. "I'm not a girl."

Kitty wished her friend Martha was there to tell her all about this new erotic phenomenon. She was sure there must be a way for girls to "jack off", but she couldn't figure it out by herself. Anyhow, it wasn't necessary just then. She had a real live boy, a very handsome and sexy one, to do the job for her.

"Quick, Kent," she said excitedly, "let's take off our clothes and ball."

Kent laughed delightedly. He still couldn't believe his luck with his beautiful blonde cousin. It seemed like all his life he'd been hungering for sex and girls, and suddenly he had it all. Kitty seemed to have no "hangups, no modesty, no inhibitions. She was like a sexual fantasy-ready, willing, and eager. "Right on," he said happily, "but let's undress each other for a change."

"Okay," Kitty giggled, "if I get to start."

Kent grinned at her and waited, and Kitty eagerly moved to him and began removing his clothes. In her eagerness to get to his cock, she was rough and clumsy, popping a button from his shirt, jerking off his sneakers. Her little hands trembled with anticipation when she got to the zipper of his jeans. She began to tug at it impatiently.

"Hey, take it easy," Kent laughed. "If you get my cock caught in the zipper, he won't be able to fuck."

"Sorry," said Kitty contritely. She worked the zipper more slowly and carefully, and was quickly rewarded with a glimpse of his pale cock. Trembling, she slipped his pants down over his slim hard hips, revealing the long pale line of his young cock and the rosy soft bag of his lightly furred balls. She could hardly wait to touch them. She tugged his jeans down over his muscular thighs, his ankles, his feet, and tossed them aside. She gazed adoringly at his milk-white prick-but there seemed to be something different about it this time. "Kent," she said wonderingly, "how come your cock doesn't look the same? I mean, it looks smaller, and it's not standing up."

"It's not hard yet," said Kent. "It only gets hard for fucking. Most of the time it looks like this. But don't worry-if you play with it, it'll get hard plenty fast."

Kitty eagerly reached out to touch the soft doughy "worm of his limp prick. It felt very silky and snuggly in her palm, and she enjoyed petting it, but she could see what he meant-he could never fuck her when his prick was soft and tiny like that. She also couldn't understand how it got hard, but it didn't take her long to find out. As she pumped and squeezed and petted the drowsy little worm, it began to twitch in her hand with a life of its own, stretching out in her palm, growing miraculously long and fat. She could hear Kent's quick excited breathing as this process took place, but she didn't look at him-she was too absorbed in the transformation of his cock. It seemed to grow to three times its length and twice its width, and the doughy feeling went away, replaced by stiff hardness and tautly drawn pale skin. The wrinkled foreskin at the head of his prick slowly drew back, uncovering the red bulb of his cockhead. Finally the process was complete, and his rampantly erect young cock slowly rose right out of her hand to hug his belly.

"Wow," said Kitty, staring at his stiff-standing prick. "That was really something. What's it called when that happens?"

"A lot of things," Kent beamed. He was really proud of that erection. "It's called a hard-on, a cock-stand, an erection. It means you're horny and ready to fuck."

Kitty petted his engorged stiff prick admiringly, and as she did so, a little clear droplet of juice bubbled from the dark-slitted mouth. She caught it with her finger and rubbed it all over the hot slick head of his cock, making him shiver hornily. Then her eye caught something else.

"Hey," she said, "your balls got bigger, too."

"Yeah," said Kent. "They're full of cum, I guess."

Kitty ran her hand down the hot smooth rigid shaft of his cock till she trailed her fingers through his springy black pubic bush and touched the warm trembling flesh of his rosy nut sac. It had a light coating of fur, but not enough to conceal the lines and ridges of those strange round organs. When she touched his balls, Kent trembled again.

"Does it feel good when I touch you there?" Kitty asked.

"Yeah," breathed Kent, "but never do it too hard. A guy is really sensitive there."

"Oh, that must be where that expression comes from," Kitty said brightly. "Something about a kick in the balls."

"Ouch," said Kent, "don't even mention it. Anyhow, it's my turn to undress you."

Kitty would have liked to go on asking questions about this mysterious male body and to go on playing with his cock and balls, but she took her hands away and waited patiently while Kent fumbled with her unfamiliar feminine clothing. Girls' shirts button backward from boys' shirts, so it took him a while to get that garment off. Then he began to try to unhook her bra. Damn that thing. Kitty didn't like wearing it. It was uncomfortable, and she didn't really need it-her pert young tits stood up all by themselves. But Aunt Dora had insisted on it. Kitty remembered the first time she'd walked into the kitchen with her tits bouncing loosely under a T-shirt, and how Dora's plump face had turned beet red. "Young lady," she'd said, "you go right back up to your room and put on a brassiere."

"But, Aunt Dora," the girl had said, eying her aunt's mountainous loose tits that seemed to fill her shirt," You don't wear a bra."

"I'm too old for any man to notice," Dora replied crisply, "but you're not. You'll arouse the Devil in men if you let your breasts swing loose like that. Now, do as I say."

It was damned unfair. If Dora didn't wear a bra, why should Kitty be tortured? She writhed impatiently as Kent's sweaty fingers struggled with the tight hook of her blue silk bra. At last he had the thing loose, and she gave a sigh of relief as the strong elastic band slipped away. Her lovely round tits jiggled into their natural shape-rounder and prettier than any bra could make them. Kent had to stop and play with them, eager as he was to get to her cunt. They were almost the size of small cantaloupes, rather big for a girl Kitty's age, and they were creamy-white with a faint pattern of tiny blue veins. The bright-pink nipples contrasted deliciously with the pale flesh. Kent cupped and gently squeezed his cousin's lovely full tits, rubbing the pretty pink nipples with his thumbs. Kitty sighed happily, and he watched in awe as her tits seemed to tighten and plump up under his massage, the soft strawberry-colored nipples going taut and bumpy.

"Gee, that's weird," he said. "It's like your tits get a hard-on. They got bigger and stiffer."

"Umm-hmm," replied Kitty blissfully. "It feels great when you touch them. Makes me horny."

Kent now reached for the zipper of her jeans and found that this, too, was backward from a boy's clothes. He got a further surprise when he started tugging her jeans down over her sweet round hips-she wasn't wearing any underpants. This was Kitty's secret way of defying her puritanical Aunt Dora-if she was forced to wear a bra, then she'd go without panties, a rebellion Dora couldn't detect. Kent knew nothing of this secret war with Dora, however. He was only surprised and delighted to glimpse the cute little golden puff of her cunt. He quickly tugged her jeans all the way off, tossed them aside, and laid his hand on the moist springy curls at the base of her belly. The fur patch felt warm, almost alive, and when he pressed down on it, he felt plump hot cunt-flesh beneath.

Kitty sighed and opened her legs a little for him to explore. She sat before him, her shapely little legs out-flung, and smiled shamelessly as his big sweating hand pried open the golden-furred lips of her cunt and discovered the tiny bright-red lump of her clit. She still didn't know the name of that funny little organ, but she sure as hell knew what it could do for her. It was a joy-buzzer, the most erotically sensitive place in her whole body, the button to press when she wanted sharp pleasure. Kent pressed it now-delicately, with the tip of his finger-and Kitty's eyes fluttered and her pretty little face flushed as she felt a stinging flash of pleasure all through her pelvis.

Kent noticed something else, too. When he pressed and rubbed that cute little red button of flesh, her tiny cunt spat out a flood of creamy hot juice. He tried it a few more times to make sure, and it happened each time. "Hey," he laughed, "I know how to tell when you're horny."

"How, Mr. Know-It-All?" Kitty grinned.

"Juice comes out of your cunt," said Kent. "Can't you feel it?"

"Yes," Kitty admitted. "And my whole tummy feels strange, like it was melting. Oh, Kent, this playing around is fun, but I really can't wait any longer. Let's fuck. I want to fuck so badly, I could scream."

Kent stared at her in wonder and delight. Could this really be happening to him? An awkward farmboy who'd never had any success with girls before, it just seemed impossible that this beautiful little chick should be begging him to fuck her. And yet it was true. He studied his lovely blonde cousin-her flushed face, her hot glance, the steady trickle of cream from her recently deflowered cunt-and there was no mistaking the fact that she was horny. Horny for him. Kent felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

He lunged for her, knocking her down into the springy hay, and Kitty squealed happily, opened her legs as wide as she could, and held out her arms to him. Kent caught a brief glimpse of her sweet scarlet cunt-slit and its moist plump tissues, but he was too impatient to sit there and explore. His cock was achingly full, he was dying to shove it into that scalding wet nest between her legs, dying to shoot the heavy load of jism that stretched and weighed down his balls.

He fell onto her, flattening her perky little tits beneath his chest, and he wriggled his slim hips between the softness of her thighs. He began panting and poking around with the hard naked head of his cock, trying to find the snug hole of her cunt. Kitty was panting, too, and she assisted him by wriggling and thrusting her hot little cunt all around his cock, trying to impale herself on that rigid pole. The kids were clumsy and inexperienced, however, and couldn't seem to make contact. Finally, her patience gone, Kitty reached down, seized her cousin's rigid cock, and shoved it into her cunt. The result was immediate and full penetration which made both of them gasp with pleasure.

"Oh, Jesus," Kent whined as he felt his hungry cock swallowed up in her clinging wet cunt, "that's so good, so fuckin' good...."

"Oooo!" wailed Kitty, grinding her famished young pussy around the delicious pole of his hard young cock. "I love it, Kent, I just love it! Fuck me, fuck me hard ... FUCK me!"

Six feet above them on the barn roof, Shep sighed deeply. For a while he'd thought he'd have to go down there and put Kent's cock in for him. The kids were eager enough, but they hadn't got the hang of it yet. Shep had never heard or seen such ignorance and innocence. He'd been highly amused at their exploration of each other's bodies and at Kitty's naive questions about Kent's cock and balls. Well, they were going to learn fast, those two. They wouldn't be ignorant for long, not at the rate they were going. Once Kent was in, they started fucking each other like crazy, squealing and panting and jerking their hips as fast as they could.

Shep watched, but without his usual excitement. It was kind of a turn-on, yes, but this peeping business was losing its appeal for him. He wasn't content to watch any more-he wanted some action for himself. Wistfully he eyed Kitty's lovely naked body, just budding into womanhood, and reminded himself that the girl would never want a grizzled middle-aged man like himself. But if he couldn't have Kitty, what would he do? He'd tried to score in town, but all he found were a bunch of prissy housewives and a lot of spinsters who were real dogs and far too eager to get married. On his brief yearly vacations he always went into San Francisco and holed up with a whore, but he was a vigorous healthy man who needed to get fucked more than once a year. He'd managed to hold his lust in check till Kitty moved in, till he began watching the kids make out-but now he couldn't hold it in any longer. He just had to have a woman of his own.

Jealously he watched the scene below him in the loft. Kent's slim taut asscheeks were jerking up and down at a furious rate as he eagerly worked his rigid young prick in his cousin's deliciously tight wet cunt. The kid's back was sweaty with effort, and even on the roof Shep could hear his gasping and moaning. Kent's pink balls flopped as he fucked, slapping audibly against Kitty's cute little white ass. The boy was having the time of his life, and Shep envied him acutely.

In her eagerness, Kitty was digging her fingers into Kent's sweaty shoulders, and to get deeper penetration she suddenly threw her slim legs around his straining back, drawing him farther into her boiling wet cunt. Her pretty little face, ordinarily innocent and angelic, was glowing with lust-her blue eyes rolling wildly, her nostrils flared, her pretty pink lips twisted in a horny grimace. Shep could hear her squeals of joy and the wet slurp-slurp of her juicy little cunt as it was repeatedly and thoroughly reamed by Kent's fat pounding prick.

"Oh, God, Kent," she wailed, "I love it, I LOVE IT!"

Shep couldn't stand any more. He didn't even have a hard-on this time. All he felt was terrible jealousy and the aching need for a wet warm cunt to fuck. He tossed his cigarette away and quietly climbed down off the barn roof, leaving the kids to finish their fuck alone. Even as he reached the bottom of the ladder, he could still hear their ecstatic cries, and he wished he could warn them to be more cautious. If they didn't keep the noise down, the boss-lady might hear them, and if Dora found out-Dora.

Even after ten years as her employee, Shep found it difficult to think of her as a female. It had only happened once, that night in the truck when he brushed against her tit. Now it happened again. Dora, a living breathing woman with no man of her own, was just a few yards away from him in the farmhouse. Was it possible that she might welcome a good fuck? She'd been alone for over a decade, ever since her husband died, and surely she must miss sex. Shep was determined to find out.

Eagerly but quietly he strolled over to the brightly lit window of the farmhouse and peered in. Dora was still sound asleep on the sofa, her huge full tits rising and falling majestically with her slow breathing. Now Shep felt some tingling arousal in his cock, the heavy and gradual plumping of his balls. He wondered how those huge jugs would look without the mannish plaid shirt. He'd always gone for big women, the bigger the better. His cock sprang into full rampant life, straining at the confinement of his jeans, and with determination he started for the front door.

Something stopped him, a faint sound that somehow prompted him to duck into the shadows beside the porch and crouch low so as not to be seen. His hunter's instincts had served him well again. He saw Kitty and Kent coming out of the barn, strolling hand in hand toward the house. Shit, a fine mess it would have been if they'd come in and found him trying to rape Dora.

They paused on the porch to kiss each other hungrily, and Shep could hear every word they said.

"Oh, Kent," sighed Kitty, "I wish we could do it again."

"I wish we could do it all night," said Kent, "but we can't take the chance. What if she wakes up and finds out we're not in bed? She'd raise hell, maybe even send you home. No, baby, we just have to be patient and do it when she's not around."

"Oh, fuck," said Kitty, "shit, piss, and damn. It isn't fair. Why can't adults leave us alone?"

"It sure does seem like they don't want us to have any fun," Kent admitted. "But don't worry. We'll find a way. We'll-"

"Oh-oh," cautioned Kitty, "I think she's waking up. We better get inside."

Just as they hurried in the door, Dora blinked and sat up on the couch. Unconscious of how much time had passed, she only saw the kids starting for the stairs and had no suspicion that they'd been out of the house. "Did you drink your milk?" she said sleepily.

"Yes, Mom," said Kent. "Good night."

"G'night," muttered Dora, slumping onto the couch again. She started to drift back to sleep, unaware of the hungry eyes that watched her through the window.