Chapter 7
Kitty crept into her bed snickering and grinning. She knew something about Aunt Dora now that helped a lot to counteract her resentment of the woman. Aunt Dora was human, after all. She needed sex like everyone else, though she tried her best to disguise it with all her preaching and business-like manner. She was a hypocrite, like all adults. Kitty wished she could have had a movie of Aunt Dora thrusting her fist right up her cunt, moaning, coming. She'd use that movie against her to get everything she wanted. Alas, all she had was a memory, but she decided to make the most of it.
Even if she couldn't use her knowledge against Dora, she could at least have some fun for herself. She drew off her nightgown and prepared to play with herself just like Dora had done. She trembled with anticipation, wondering how it would feel.
Parting her slim little legs, Kitty gingerly laid her hand on her silky little blonde snatch, but just petting her cunt didn't do much for her. It kind of tickled, in fact. Impatiently she parted the lightly furred lips of her cunt and uncovered that funny little bump of flesh which gave her so much pleasure when Kent played with it. She wished she knew its name. Anyhow, that was where Aunt Dora had started touching herself, the way she got herself so aroused. Kitty placed the side of her finger on the tender hot little bump, just as she'd seen Dora do, and began to rub it.
"Ummm!" she murmured.
Her efforts were immediately rewarded with sharp little stabs of pleasure that raced through her belly and melted her loins. She rubbed harder, and the melting sensation spread. She felt her young cunt growing hot and creamy, and she experienced the urge to move her little hips in time to the busy strokes of her finger. It felt fantastic, and she could readily understand how Dora got so much fun out of it. She remembered how large Dora's clit had been, just like a little finger, and found that her own was just a tiny lump in comparison. That was okay-it still felt great. She snuggled happily against the pillows and sighed blissfully as she worked her finger faster and faster over the tiny joy-button between her'legs.
She noticed that the longer she rubbed it, the harder it got, just like Kent's cock when he got horny. Not only did it get hard, it got very hot and wet. The wetness made her finger fly faster, which gave her even more pleasure. Soon she felt like squealing her joy aloud-but the heavy tread of Dora's feet on the stairs stopped her. Kitty held quite still and breathless as she listened to her aunt pass the door. Dora lumbered on to her own room, and presently Kitty heard her heavy peaceful snoring. She breathed a sigh of relief and began busily frigging herself again. The enforced wait had only increased her eagerness, and now she rubbed her wet stiff little clit with furious speed.
Kitty felt not a bit of shame at playing with her cunt. Unlike Dora, who belonged to a more repressed generation, Kitty thought that any bodily pleasure was okay, so long as it didn't hurt anyone else. And who could she possibly be hurting, alone in the dark? No, she felt no shame, only wild joy as she discovered the wonderful things she could do with her own body, without a man's assistance. Shit, if she'd known about this last year, she would have done it every night.
She remembered tossing in her bed night after night, daydreaming about boys and fucking, but she'd been so dumb then, she didn't know what to do about it. Now she did, and it really excited her. The more she frigged her hot little clit, the more juicy her tiny cunt became, till a steady trickle of cream was oozing out to wet her hand. Kitty grinned lustily in the dark and let her little legs spread wide open so she could work her hand freely over all her mysterious female parts. She touched the hot plump folds of her pussylips, her surprisingly sensitive asshole, and the tiny gushing mouth of her young cunt. Everything responded to her fingers with sharp bursts of pleasure; everything she did to herself felt marvelous.
Panting and moaning now, Kitty realized that she was very close to coming, and she remembered what Aunt Dora had done when the time came. Kitty couldn't feature shoving her whole fist up her cunt, but she was perfectly willing to start with one finger. She made her middle finger stiff and straight, then gingerly introduced it to the wet slippery mouth of her almost-virginal cunt.
"Ooooo!" she cooed.
It was good, very good. It gave her the same exciting sense of penetration as Kent's cock. She slipped her stiff finger in deeper, and she felt the marvelous stuffing sensation she'd gotten when Kent thrust deep into her cunt. Shit, it was almost as good as fucking, and she could control the motions, too. One finger was going to be plenty for her fifteen-year-old cunt. Blissfully she began pumping her finger in and out of her pussy just the way Kent used his cock, and red-hot jolts of pleasure rippled through her writhing body. She felt the inside of her cunt for the first time-tight, slick, hot-and could well imagine why Kent liked sticking his horny cock in there.
She gurgled her pleasure, whimpered, bucked her horny little hips as she pumped her stiff finger ever faster and deeper in her wildly creaming little cunt. She was having a perfectly good time, when suddenly she felt herself jolted by a wave of pleasure so powerful that she cried out. Wave after wave of heart-pounding orgasm ripped through her body, and she couldn't help it, she wailed and screamed with joy.
Just as her frantic spasms began to die down, she heard thundering feet in the hall, then someone wrenching open her door. Kitty reluctantly whipped her soaked finger from her drenched cunt-just in time. As she pulled the covers over her naked trembling body, light blasted into the room and there was Aunt Dora in her tent-like flannel nightgown, gawking at her.
"Child, child!" cried Dora. "What's the matter? I heard you screaming."
"It was a nightmare, Aunt Dora," Kitty said meekly. "I'm okay now. Sorry I woke you up."
"You sure you're all right?" Dora persisted.
"Oh, yes," said Kitty. "I'm fine. I'll go to sleep now."
Satisfied, Dora turned off the light and closed the door. Kitty snuggled down into bed, her horny cunt temporarily satisfied, and thought sleepily, Shit, I didn't yell as loud as she did!
The first thing Kitty thought of when she woke the next morning was Kent's cock. It was like a vision right before her, stiff and pale and drooling. Her cunt flared into horny heat, and she sighed deeply. It seemed that all she could think of this summer was sex. That was okay, she felt no shame about it. The bummer was that it was so hard for her and Kent to get together. If only people would let them alone-but it seemed as if adults were always around.
Today was no exception. In the house Dora followed her around, making her do chores, and when she had finished and gone outside to find Kent, old Shep kept poking his nose into their activities, so they didn't even get a chance to touch each other. Kitty could tell that Kent was just as horny as she was, by the moony way he looked at her and the slight bulge in the crotch of his tight jeans. Damn, damn it all, it seemed so unfair that they couldn't just jump on each other and fuck. The whole adult world was stupid and crazy.
Finally, though, they got a break. After lunch Shep announced, "Gol' darn it, Miss Dora, but when I was in town yesterday, I forgot to buy chickenfeed. I better go get it."
"But, Shep," said Dora, "I need you this afternoon to drain the pond. You knew that. It's got to be done today."
Shep scratched his head in apparent befuddlement, then suddenly brightened. "Wal, hell," he laughed, "there ain't no problem. Kent can drive. We can send him an' Kitty into town for the feed, and I can drain the pond. No problem a'tall."
For reasons Kitty couldn't understand at all, Aunt Dora turned beet red and looked very frightened and nervous. "Well, Shep," she said quickly, "maybe you can go get the feed and Kent can drain the pond."
"Nope," Shep said decisively, "he don't know how to do it. He'd screw 'er up for sure."
Instead of being insulted, Kent eagerly agreed. "That's right, Mom. Better let an expert do it. I'll be glad to drive into town and get the feed. Kitty'd enjoy coming along, too-she hasn't been into town yet, and I'm sure there's things she needs to buy."
"I certainly do," affirmed Kitty.
Dora looked around at all of them, bewildered and defeated. Somehow things were conspiring to leave her alone with Shep while the kids went away on a trip that would take at least two hours. She felt panicked, but there was nothing she could do. Everyone else had logic on his side.
"Very well," she said nervously, "but don't you two hang around in town. There's too much mischief to get into. I want you back here with that chickenfeed as fast as you can do it." She looked meaningfully at Shep to make sure he got the point.
"Right, Mom," said Kent, leaping up from the table. Kitty joined him, and the two teenage cousins went off smiling meaningfully at each other. To Dora's relief, Shep rose and followed right after them. Hopefully he'd gotten her message and was going to go drain the pond-and leave her alone. She didn't know if her lusty body could hold out if he tried to make love to her again.
Shep hurried after the kids and caught them just before they got into the truck. He said in a low voice, so Dora couldn't hear from the house, "You ain't gonna have to go far for that chickenfeed, boy. It's right in the barn." He grinned meaningfully.
"Huh?" said Kent. "What d'ya mean, Shep?"
"I mean, why don't you two go off and have some fun, you dummy?" Shep snorted.
The kids grinned at him. Shep was a real pal. He'd saved the day for them again. Thanks to his deft lie to Dora, he'd given them a whole afternoon to play around in.
"Okay, Shep," Kent said in a loud voice, "we'll go get that chickenfeed now. See you later."
The kids hopped in the car, and Shep waved goodbye, chuckling to himself. He'd achieved his plan, which was to be left alone on the remote farm with Dora. He figured from her behavior last night, when she'd almost given in to him, that he could wear down her resistance, that it was only a matter of time before she let him fuck her. He hoped today would be the day. He had to play it just right, though, and not alarm her. She was pretty spooked just now. Shep hummed to himself and started gathering up the tools he'd need to drain the pond, hoping that Dora was watching him out the window.
She was, and she breathed a sigh of relief. He was going to leave her alone. She did the lunch dishes, then decided to take a shower. It was a hot sticky day, and Dora didn't like to be sweaty. In spite of her mannish dress and behavior, she had feminine delicacy when it came to her body. She went to her room, gratefully stripped off her heavy work clothes, and padded naked down the hall to the bathroom. The cool water felt delicious as she stepped into it, and she sighed sensuously. She began to soap and clean her mammoth silky body, a process which usually took some time, for there were so many curves and crannies to wash.
She soaped and scrubbed industriously, beginning with her arms and shoulders and back, then working downward. It was only when she touched the soap to her cunt that she experienced an unusual sensation. The flesh was hot and a little sore, and she was sticky with her own cum. Her face went red with shame. She'd tried to put it out of her mind, the shameless and terrible thing she'd done to herself last night, but now it came back to her full force. She remembered, with a groan of embarrassment, how she'd let Shep undress her and lick her clit, how later she'd lain naked on the couch and lewdly frigged herself, using her whole fat fist in her cunt. God, how could she have done such a thing?
All the while she remembered this, Dora mechanically soaped her pussy, as she did every day of her life-only this time something different was happening. Usually she blanked her mind when she washed herself there, refusing to have any sensation, but today, helplessly, she was getting herself aroused. Moving the slick bar of soap over her sensitive swollen cuntlips and big hungry clit, she just couldn't help thinking of Shep's cock and how long and rigid it had been. If only she had his cock there now, teasingly and tantalizingly rubbing back and forth over her horny pussy, then pushing roughly and deeply into her long-starved cunt. Oh, God, it would be heavenly....
"NO!" said Dora firmly. No, she would not sin again. It wouldn't be easy fighting off this new attack of lust sent by the Devil, but she would win. She was a decent woman, a pure woman ... She rinsed herself off as fast as she could, stepped from the shower, and turned off the water. Determinedly she padded down the hall toward her room, intending to get dressed and go inspect the animals.
Halfway down the hall she glanced up and saw Shep.
He was standing just at the top of the stairs, leaning lazily against the wall, and grinning lewdly at her. The look in his eyes meant only one thing. He moved his gaze meaningfully up and down her body, then licked his lips. Dora was so stunned that she just stood there staring at him, naked and defenseless.
"Nice," drawled Shep. "Mighty nice."
In fact she looked even better to him this morning than she had last night. Naked, without those mannish clothes, and with her thick black hair streaming down her back, she looked exactly like the woman of his horny fantasies, a great Earth Mother whose body he longed to ravish. Her huge tits, the size of watermelons, were surprisingly firm for a woman of forty, and the big brown nipples seemed like a pair of taunting eyes. The huge black triangle of her cunt-fur shone glossy and curly after her shower, and Shep wanted to bury his nose in it and smell her soapy fragrance. He wanted to lick her, taste her, tongue her-and most of all to fuck her till she was raw. This time, he vowed, none of her silly notions were going to stop him.
"Let's just go on in your bedroom, Miss Dora," he said, grinning. "No games this time. You an' me are gonna do what we both want-we're gonna fuck."
Naked Dora gasped and took a step backward. She couldn't run out into the yard, naked as she was, in case a neighbor came by, and she wasn't built for running anyhow. All she could do was flee into the nearest room and lock the door behind her-if she could move that fast. She glanced around quickly and saw that the door of the empty guest room was open. As fast as she could, given her two hundred pounds, she made for it. She heard Shep give a snort of surprise, then come thundering after her, but she managed to squeeze through the-door, slam it shut, and lock it behind her. She leaned against the door, panting, her heart pounding from effort and alarm.
"Gawd dammit," Shep shouted, "what kinda shit is this? You know damn well you want me, Miss Dora. Open that door!"
"No," whimpered Dora, "no, I don't want you. It's against my beliefs. Go away!"
"Fuck your goddamn beliefs," snarled Shep. "You're a woman, and you need cock, honey. You need it bad. I could tell that last night. Give yourself a break-and give me a break. Open the door, Dora. I'll give you the sweetest fuck you ever had in your life."
Dora moaned. Everything he said was true. She was a woman, she needed a man, and she felt instinctively that Shep would be a great fuck. She wanted it, wanted him. Her cunt boiled with need, and streams of horny juice trickled down her fat inner thighs. But her stern conscience told her that if she gave in to this evil urge, she'd be damned. She'd go to Hell. No, she couldn't do it, even though she was dying for it.
"No, Shep," she sobbed, "I won't, and that's final. You pack your things and clear out. You're fired. I want you gone in an hour."
Shep eyed the door. He had nothing to lose now. He'd lost his job, but he wasn't going to lose this woman. If need be, he'd rape her. His cock had ached with need for almost a week now, and last night's thwarted lovemaking had sent him over the edge. He'd fuck this woman if he had to die for it.
"I ain't going nowhere," he told her menacingly, "except into that room. Stand out of the way, boss-lady, 'cause I'm gonna kick down that door!"
"No!" screamed Dora. But she had enough sense to leap out of the way, knowing her words wouldn't stop him.
Shep's heavy boot hit the door with a thunderous crash, and the door flew open violently, hitting the wall and cracking the plaster. Dora screamed and tried to cover her naked body from his sight, but a body the size of hers was impossible to cover. Shep grinned at her-wolfishly, triumphantly-and began to move toward her. "Ain't nothin' gonna stop me this time, honey," he leered. "You an' me are gonna screw."
"Shep," Dora cried desperately, "for the last time, please understand that I don't want to! I'd feel too guilty. Please!"
"Guilty, my ass," said Shep, coming even closer. "You're only gonna feel good, baby, I kin guarantee you that."
He sprang at her, and her great bulk prevented her from moving fast enough. Shep's big rough hands were pawing hungrily at her huge swaying tits and at the wide silky expanse of her cunt-patch. In spite of her panic, Dora felt her body responding immediately to his touch, growing hot and aroused. She wanted this man so much ... Her long-neglected cunt boiled into life, and she felt hot juices trickling down her thighs. Shep felt them, too, as he thrust an inquisitive hand between her cushiony legs. He rubbed the sticky juices all over her glowing swollen cunt, sending sharp bursts of pleasure through her body, making her cream again and again.
"Oh, you want it, baby," he said hoarsely, "you want it bad."
As he pressed against her, Dora felt the long hard line of his erect cock beneath his jeans. She imagined how delicious it would feel inside her hungry cunt, sawing, probing ... But, no, she was falling for the Devil's tricks again. She simply couldn't spoil a decade of purity in one moment's lust.
Sobbing, she pushed hard at Shep's shoulders, sending him spinning backward. Desperately the big woman lumbered toward the open door, but Shep was too quick for her. He sprang there ahead of her, grinning and blocking the way. "You ain't going nowhere, Miss Dora," he panted. " 'Cept to bed-with me. Come on, now, quit fightin' it. You know you want it-and you know I can give it to you. Just take a look at this, boss-lady."
Before Dora's horrified eyes, Shep began to strip. Off came his blue work shirt over his hard hairy chest, and then he tugged down his well-worn jeans, uncovering his big erect cock, which Dora didn't want to see. Didn't want to-but couldn't help staring. Her eyes seemed glued to the swollen pale organ as it hugged his taut belly and dribbled thick juice from its slitted mouth. Dora saw it, and her loins melted with need, her cunt spewed forth another urgent blast of cream. Every cell in her body wanted to give in, to receive his fucking joyfully. Only her stern conscience held out.
Shep stood naked before her, his rigid red-topped cock swaying lewdly and heavily. He grinned lustily at her and said, "Look good to you, boss-lady? I bet it does, after all them years alone. Wal, you don't hafta wait no longer. I'm gonna give it to you right now."
He advanced on her again, still blocking her path to the door, and in desperation Dora ran to the bed and threw herself face down on it, huddling up to protect her tits and cunt from his eager hands. "No," she whimpered, "no, you can't have me ... I won't do it ... "
Shep grinned delightedly at the spectacle she presented-her huge quivering white asscheeks held high in the air, her scarlet wet cunt fully revealed from behind. He could clearly see the dripping dark mouth of her cunt-and if he could see it, he could reach it. He had to chuckle. Miss Dora must be pretty innocent, if she thought there was only one position to fuck in. He approached the quaking woman from behind and began lightly caressing the mammoth cushiony rounds of her ass. Dora trembled and wept. "All right," she sobbed, "go ahead and touch' me, for all the good it'll do you. I won't make love to you, no matter what."
Shep chuckled. "Why, honey," he drawled, "of course you're gonna make love to me. Ain't you ever heard of doin' it doggy style?"
"What?" muttered Dora. "D-OOHHH!"
She wailed in surprise and chagrin as she felt Shep's long hard cock roughly thrust into her cunt from behind.
At just that moment, in a little grove of trees about a mile away, Kent was eagerly thrusting his achingly erect cock into his pretty little cousin's hot nipping cunt. Kitty lay on the grass, naked and grinning, the picture of innocent lust. Her pretty legs were spread wide open, shamelessly allowing him entrance, and as Kent knelt between her thighs and wedged his hungry cock into her dripping little hole, he marveled again at his luck in finding this girl. A pretty girl, willing to fuck whenever he wanted, never giving him any bullshit-it was just too much. Kent sighed happily as he sank his engorged prick into the juicy clinging sheath of her wet cunt.
"Ohhhh, man," he sighed.
"Ummm," sighed Kitty as she felt his long stiff cock slipping into her, "it's so good, isn't it, Kent?"
"You better believe it," said the happy boy. "How do you want me to do it, Kitty? Hard? Fast?"
"Yesss," moaned his naughty little cousin. "Ball me, Kent, fuck me, do it as hard and fast as you can! And, Kent-don't be afraid of hurting me. I want it really HARD!"
Kent grinned delightedly as he lowered himself onto her quaking little body and began to fuck her for all he was worth. Kitty's unrestrained and ecstatic response made him feel like the best lay in the world. She clung to him, digging her fingers into his back, and she pumped her hot gushing little cunt all around his pounding cock as if she couldn't get enough of that sweet friction. She whimpered and gurgled and shrieked her pleasure, and he could feel her newly deflowered cunt nipping and squeezing all around his cock. It all made him very proud of his sexual talents.
Unknown to Kent, however, his cousin Kitty was far from satisfied with his performance. It was great fun fucking Kent, yes, and all her movements and sounds were genuine-but she felt there must be more to sex than this. It couldn't just consist of a guy climbing onto a girl and fucking her for a minute or two. Her accidental discovery of Aunt Dora, passionately frigging herself, had given Kitty a clue that there were many, many ways to have sex. She wanted to discover them all, but she would never be able to with Kent, who was as inexperienced as she was. She dearly loved her handsome cousin, but she knew he couldn't teach her what she wanted to know. The question was, who could?
All these thoughts were only vague and hazy in her mind just then. She was having too much fun to think of them very seriously. Kent's thick rigid cock was digging deep down in her hungry hot little cunt, giving her dizzyingly sweet friction, and Kitty moaned with joy. Fucking was good, so damned good. She felt she wanted to do nothing the rest of her life but grind her horny hot cunt around rigid cocks. She arched her little body high under the heaving, sweating boy, and managed to position herself so that with every thrust his deliciously hard cock rubbed across her greedy little clit. It felt fantastically good, and in another moment she was coming, her little body writhing, her cunt gripping his prick in a velvet vise of lust.
"Oh, God, YES, yesss...." she moaned.
Kent was glad that Kitty could get it off so quickly, because she excited him so much that he had trouble holding out. As soon as he felt the gripping contractions of her hot little cunt, the sign of her climax, he let himself go, yelped with joy, and began squirting his hot cum into her cunt. She seemed to like that, too. He noticed that she always held him tight against her when he came, keeping her legs together so she didn't spill a drop of his jism. At last their spasms quieted, and Kent raised his flushed face to gaze at her.
"Pretty good, huh?" he said proudly.
"Fantastic," Kitty sighed. "I just love it when you fuck me, Kent."
In fact her comments were exaggerated, because she didn't want to hurt his feelings. Kent was good, but not good enough. Already she was getting bored with the standard way of fucking, she was sure there were other things to do, but she didn't know how to find out. Perhaps when she got home again, she could meet some older man ... But that was a whole summer away. Kitty sighed.
"I guess we better get back," she said. "Dora will be wondering where we are."
"Yeah, dammit," said Kent, crawling off her. "I just wish sometime we could fuck all day."
The kids put on their clothes and drove back to the farm. Being healthy and normal teenagers, their first thought was of food, and they trooped into the farmhouse, hoping for the smell of Dora's cooking. But the kitchen was empty.
"Hey, that's strange," said Kent. "She hasn't even started supper yet. I wonder where she is."
"Kent," said Kitty, suddenly pointing to the ceiling, "listen to that."
The guest room was right above them, and they could hear distinct and strange sounds coming from it-the violent creak of bedsprings, a man's harsh voice, and Dora wailing, "No, NO, nooo!"
Kent and Kitty exchanged wondering glances, then made for the stairs. Thinking that Dora was in danger, they didn't bother to be quiet-but furtunately for them, Dora's own noises covered their pounding footfalls. They arrived at the open door of the guest room undetected, and what they saw made them stop short and gawk.
"Holy shit!" Kent said under his breath.
"Ssshhh," said Kitty, grabbing his arm. Her pretty little face was an impish mask of glee. "Let's be quiet and watch."
Kent heartily agreed. He'd never seen grownups fucking before.
Dora had thought she was safe, curled up in a tight ball that prevented Shep from mawling her tits or playing with her clit-that highly sensitive finger of flesh which always betrayed her. She'd buried her face in the bed so she couldn't see him, like a child that hides its face in order not to be seen. She knew she was too heavy for him to move, that he could paw her all day and still not get what he wanted. She was incredibly surprised, then, when she felt Shep's thick rigid cock entering her cunt from behind. She let out a wail, but before she could do anything else, he had thrust fully into her, the hard hot head of his erect cock butting her womb. Ten years of abstinence were ended. She had a hard throbbing cock in her again, and in spite of her dismay, she welcomed it. Her conscience continued to fight, but her cunt boiled and creamed greedily around his deeply buried dick.
"Oh, God, no, Shep," she sobbed. "Take it out of me. I don't want to."
Shep laughed. "Bullshit, boss-lady. I can feel that nice wet cunt. I can feel you wanting me. Why don't you just relax and enjoy it, honey? I ain't a bad lay. In fact, if I do say so myself, I'm pretty damn good."
That was just the problem-he was too good. Even as she wept in protest, Dora felt her big body going red hot with lust for his long engorged cock. It filled her starved and lonely cunt, filled it deliciously, and occupied its whole seething wet length. She couldn't help the eager and independent actions of her cunt-she creamed furiously around his buried meat, the lining of her cunt growing hot as a furnace, and her hips began a horny fucking movement. She heard Shep sigh happily and seize her big rolling hips to steady himself. He stood just behind her, working his rigid cock in short sharp jabs that almost made her squeal with joy. It had been so long, so terribly long since she was fucked ... Oh, God help her, she needed it, loved it ... Her voice continued to protest this rape, but her body responded joyfully.
"Noooo," she cried, "noooo! Ahhhh, QHHHHH!"
Behind her, Shep grinned triumphantly. He was in, and although she kept saying no, she was making no attempt to get him out. Her cunt-surprisingly tight and nipping for a middle-aged woman-was juicing like crazy and almost burning his jabbing cock. She wanted it, all right. He gazed down proudly at his own performance, at his pale rigid dick slipping in and out of the bright-red hair-fringed pussylips that guarded her cunt-hole. Every time he emerged, his prick was more wet and shiny with her juices. Goddamn, she was a real woman after all....
"Oh, Lord," moaned Shep, "oh, Miss Dora, ain't it good? You can tell me now, honey. Don't you like it?"
Dora answered with a flood of cream that overflowed her stuffed cunt and spattered out to wet his belly. "Awwww," she wailed, "Oohhh, yes, YES! My God, yessss...."
Dora answered with a flood of cream that overflowed her stuffed cunt and spattered out to wet his belly. "Awww," she wailed, "oohhh, yes, YES! My God, yessss...."
Shep lost control of himself with his final victory. She was all his, wanting him and admitting it. The great soft Amazon of his fantasies was here, real, welcoming his stiff cock in her boiling cunt. He began to snort and sweat as he fucked her with all the strength and speed he could command. Red-hot friction grew between his engorged cock and her gripping cunt, and Dora, too, lost all self-control.
"Oh, Shep, darling," she babbled, "fuck me good, fuck, ball, screw ... Hard, oh, yesss...." Shep clung with grim determination to her huge writhing hips, trying to keep from falling out as big Dora suddenly went into violent spasms of orgasm. He'd never seen a woman come like that in all his days. Her whole lush body was violently rocked and shaken, and her voice came out in a bellow of ecstasy. Cream gushed from her stuffed cunt like an endless river, and he felt his cock bathed in fiery juices, gripped by her powerful cuntal walls. It was too much. He felt his loaded balls contracting sharply, almost painfully, and then he gave a shrill cry as he felt his hot jism rushing out to fill her cunt. Half faint with pleasure, he collapsed onto her big heaving back and with his last strength reached around to cup her mammoth quivering tits.
Dora gave a little sob, half of shame and half of satisfaction. She didn't move, didn't want to. Shep's exciting masculine body lay heavily on her, his hot hands deliciously cupping her tits, his limp dripping cock still inside her. She felt reborn. All those years of abstinence had only made her sour and lonely and unhappy. Now she felt like a real woman, fulfilled and content.
"How about that?" sighed Shep. "You still gonna tell me you don't want it, baby?"
Dora giggled. She hadn't giggled since she was a girl. "Don't tease me, Shep," she said shyly. "You know I liked it."
Shep gave her bulging tits an affectionate squeeze. "Wal, honey," he said, "you ain't ever gonna do without it, not as long as old Shep is around. That suit you?"
"Umm-hmm," Dora admitted blushingly. "In fact, Shep, we still have a little time before the kids get back. Maybe-" She stopped, shocked at her boldness.
Shep laughed and slapped her enormous soft ass. "Maybe we could do it again? You better bet we will, sweetheart. Only you gotta help me get hard again."
He slipped off her, and Dora sighed as his limp cock popped from her soaked cunt. She didn't want it to be out of her for even a second. Shep crawled onto the bed beside her and sat there waiting. It was hard for Dora to conquer the habits of a decade, but, with a great blush and a shy glance at her lover, she uncurled herself and moved over next to him. Driven by her pent-up lust, she did something she'd never done to a man before. Her plump white hands seized his limp cock and raised it to her full pouting mouth. She opened wide and stuffed the dripping soft meat inside, then began to suck it hungrily.
Shep sighed loudly. "Oh, yeah, honey," he gasped, "eat me ... Suck that cock!"
Kitty gave Kent's arm a tug, and the boy reluctantly turned away from the scene in the guest room and followed her quietly down the stairs. "They might have noticed us," Kitty explained.
"Yeah, I suppose," Kent said wistfully. "Wow, that was really something, wasn't it?"
"Far fuckin' out," agreed Kitty, still tugging him along by the arm.
"Where are we going?" Kent asked.
"Out to the barn," Kitty giggled. "We're gonna try it the way they did it."