Chapter 3
"I hope you've found everything to your liking," Stanley Wolff said to his new family. The breakfast table was resplendent with proper appointments, and Sam quietly and efficiently served them.
"It's wonderful, Stan," Doris assured him, her face still beaming like a new bride.
"I hope so. I'm sorry China isn't here, but she's--likely to sleep late every morning," he chuckled. "And she usually has good reason," he thought to himself, knowing his sister's appetites for any form of debauchery.
"I have to be in the office most of the day," he continued, "but we have a stable for riding, and there's a pool, if you haven't noticed it yet. Doris, why don't you go with me, drop me off and spend the day shopping. I want you to be happy." He fondly covered his wife's hand with his. "I think the kids can manage nicely by themselves, can't you?"
"China said I could learn to ride," Poppy interjected. Her face was glowing, her body lithe and young, still full of satisfaction with Robin, but still apprehensive about their new surroundings.
"Of course you can, Poppy. Sam will introduce you to Willie. Willie is our groomsman. One of the best around. Has a great way with horses and should have you riding in no time."
"I'd love to go with you, Stan," Doris joined in, happy to find her husband still so considerate after their marriage.
"I may just swim a bit. Could I get to see your plane?" Robin asked.
"We'll have to take the time for that. It's a couple of miles away, but I'd be glad to show it to you. I'll arrange it and maybe we can take a fast hop. I keep a pilot on call for business. There's no reason why we couldn't use it for pleasure. It's all tax deductible. Just like your clothes, Doris," he laughed.
"I've finished, thank you. Could Sam take me to the stables," Poppy asked rising from the table.
"Of course he can, Poppy. Anything you want and I don't think he's too busy." Stanley Wolff looked at the young girl. He intended to be a good husband, but there was nothing to restrict the wanderings of his eyes.
Her figure has really blossomed, he thought. I'd love to have that again. Years before, one night when he and Doris were in her apartment, he had left her bedroom to go to the bath and had seen her scurrying from Robin's room back to her own, her young body dimly revealed through the sheer covering. His body was still tingling with the hard fucking he had given Doris, but his appetite wasn't completely sated.
I can imagine what those two kids have been doing, he told himself as he stood in the bathroom. And if she--likes his young dick, she would go crazy for a bigger more experienced one, he rationalized. He had had just enough to drink that evening to be reckless. With all the women he had fucked, he had never had a girl as young or as ripe. Waiting for the minutes to pass, his mind conjured fantasies of her young body, of what he would do to it, images clear in his mind and provocative until his cock was again erect as if he had not just fucked his future wife.
Stealthily, he opened the bathroom door. The house was quiet, no bouncing bedsprings, no lights except for the dim slit under the mother's bedroom door, the warm bed he had left some minutes ago.
Cautiously, his mind intent with one purpose, he opened the door to Poppy's room wide enough, to allow his body to enter, and softly closed it behind him. Standing in the dark he could see her young body, nude and ghmmering in the light filtered through the windows.
His prick throbbed as he stood by the bed looking down at here, her curves just forming, her breasts budding, the love-mound covered with little more than down. He could discern brownish-red flecks along the slightly parted inner thighs and dried patches of clear crystallized moisture.
That little son of a bitch just got her cherry, he told himself, his intuition correct, his tongue licking his lips in anticipation, his fingers creeping up the soft thigh of the unconscious body, Poppy's legs spreading as he found the moist cunt lips. Gently spreading them, his prick stiffened more, his finger slipping to the clit, massaging it slowly, thoughtfully, until it was erect.
Her body reacted with his touch, unknowing and unaware, but finding stimulation in the sensation as the finger moved down into her stretched, newly abused cunt. He could smell the young, feminine odors, the salty scent of male semen, as his finger slid into the tight vagina, slowly working, slithering wetly, moving in and out of the hole, a natural tension flowing into the cunt lips as his hand began to fuck like a cock into the cunt.
The thrill of the snug pussy on his fingers made him more excited, made him want to fuck her at that very minute. Another finger sneaked into her cunt, his thumb continuing to rub over the little clit.
I must be crazy to want to fuck a girl this young, he tried to tell himself, finding it easier to rationalize away the urging of his morals than the pulsing of his hard dick as he admired the satiny skin between her legs, the palpitating cunt lips that surrounded his two intruding fingers, the small but pretty tits flat on her chest.
His cock jutted straight out, strong and alive, over-sized in normal erection, and stretched even more with the exercise it had given Doris and the anticipation of the body in front of him.
Any man loves a tight cunt, and the thought of the resisting channel opening with the force of his thick dick made him yearn to enter her, and the tighter it was the better his coming would be. His large balls rose and fell in his hairy scrotum, his breath coming harder in his throat as he sat on the edge of the bed, bending forward to flick at the small nipple with his wet tongue.
His lips closed over the small breast, the tongue flattening and circling over the nipple, his cock throbbing as his mouth made contact with her flesh, his saliva warm against her skin, his teeth nibbling gently, casually, luxuriating in the feel of the puckered flesh. He sucked more, firmer, feeling them grow firm in his greedy mouth, Poppy's sleeping body reacting naturally, her mind still attuned with sex and Robin.
He loved feeling the young nipple in his mouth, his mouth beginning to move slowly down her body, the tongue flicking into the navel, over her belly and to the sparse pubic hair and down. Spreading her legs gently, he eyed the swollen cunt lips and then covered them with his face. Her body moved slightly, tentatively, responding to a new sensation, not awakening, but reacting to the massaging of his experienced tongue as it lapped over the lips and up to the clit.
Skillfully he nursed it to erection just as he had her nipples, his tongue tasting the mixed juices of her recent fucking. He slurped at it, the tapered flesh dipping into the unresisting but tight hole, moving his tongue up and down the entrance, parting the lips to explore the slippery walls.
His cock felt as if it were pounding, his desire growing more intense as he continued to tongue fuck her vagina, licking and savoring her wet juices as she began to add secretions to the residue.
I'll show her what fucking is. She thinks her brother can fuck her. Wait till she feels this. His hand gripped his huge penis, rigid and hard, a monster of swollen flesh burning to penetrate the tight snatch.
Spreading her legs and moving between them, crouching to guide his cock to the entrance, his body tingled at the first electric touch of his cockhead against the wet cunt lips. Slowly, positioning his body lower as he knelt, he cautiously thrust forward, the broad head sliding between the lips only a fraction of an inch, enough for him to feel the warm, wet elasticity of her flesh as they parted for him.
With another controlled thrust the turgid head slipped deeper, halfway imbedded in the entrance, stretching the lips as he wormed his way.
Going slowly he was feeling the head being completely consumed in the cunt hole, the hot resisting tunnel challenging him. The exquisite sensation was more than he could bear, and with maximum effort he forced himself to restrain from plunging into her full length.
His cock spread the walls as he pushed in further, his eyes glazed with sensual delight as he continued to inch inward, resting a moment, slipping deeper, resting again, stretching and widening his way as the cunt became more distended and absorbed his gigantic width and length.
Now she knows how to suck a big cock, he thought to himself. And she'll never be really satisfied with anything smaller. His lips curled in a smile as he felt the head butt against the womb, his mammoth joint now completely buried, skewering her, impaling her like a telephone pole up her snatch.
Waves of ecstasy covered his body as he knelt there, his cock and body unmoving except for a pulsing that was becoming too steady as the heated flesh clamped tightly around the immense length.
Oh shit, I'm going to come, he thought to himself as he felt her young cunt become more accustomed to his great size, slowly beginning to move his dick, the movements delaying any premature ejaculation, withdrawing partially and then thrusting back in, his balls slapping lightly with his stroking, his prick working with rhythmical strokes, deep thrills of pleasure coursing through him as he thrust his prick in and out of her cunt.
"Oh, she feels so good. So tight. The tightest I've ever had;" he moaned softly to himself. His pushing and pulling movement with his thick joint almost dragged her body up and down with him like a knife held in a tight sheath. He braced himself with his arms on either side of her rib cage, his buttocks and cock seeming to work as if an entity to themselves, his brain thrilling with the sensual delight they gave him. Deep, satisfying thrills throbbed through his penis as an unconscious grinding began to start in Poppy's pelvis.
"Robin, Robin," came the small voice. Poppy's head rolled slightly from side to side, her tongue slipping between her lips, her psyche awakened to sexuality, her subconscious answering the questioning thrusts of the imagined body of her brother.
"That's right, Poppy. It's Robin," Wolff whispered, his buttocks flexing as his thrusting became more regular, the tempo even and smooth, a master at his craft, the powerful strokes burying the thick dong deep in her belly, making her begin to writhe with pleasure.
He watched her face contort with sensual grimaces as he methodically pistoned into her, squirming his buttocks to wriggle the prick against the bottom of her cunt, to force the tip of the head into the womb, to stretch the opening until he fucked her up to her belly.
He began to jam and ram harder, pulling out and driving deeper, her body answering as the cunt took him to the root of his hairy base, his balls smacking against her crotch and buttocks, his knees spreading to widen her legs for more access to her now dripping cunt.
He watched as his cock disappeared into her body then came out glistening and slimy with her juices. Bending his elbows, he lowered his head to mouth her tits, the ring of vaginal muscle tightening automatically with the touch of his hot mouth on her body.
He penetrated her completely, arching his buttocks and pelvis forward, his lips clinging to her nipple as her cunt made small thrusting movements against him. He could feel the steady throbbing beginning in earnest this time, could feel the thick muscle between his legs, deep in his crotch, begin to stiffen as he fucked urgently into her cunt.
He knew he was about to come. He couldn't hold back any longer. He wanted it to last, wanted to feel the young pussy wrapped around his immense tool, but there was no holding back. She was too tight. Each stroke was like being squeezed with a velvet glove with ten live fingers.
He thrust into her with a last convulsing jerk, the spewing semen filling her belly with the heat of his copious cream, his prick jerking in twitches as he held himself immobile over her, his chest heaving as he shuddered in incredible ecstasy of coming. Withdrawing slowly, the broad cockhead raked out the cream with it, the string of clear white juice stretching from the tip to the cunt lips, his big load spilling out of the lips and into her crotch.
Reaching down, he wiped some of the transparent liquid away with his finger.
"This will give her something to think about tomorrow," he chuckled and swiped the juice over her upper lip just before leaving her room.
"Maybe I'll go with you and then take a swim later," Robin said as Poppy began to leave the table.
"You know how to ride," his mother interjected. "He had a few lessons when he was young. You haven't forgotten, have you Robin?"
"I guess it's like riding a bicycle," he joked. "A horse is a horse."
"I have a new stud you can try. He's really very gentle, but ordinarily I don't let anyone touch him but me. Tell Willie I said that Robin could ride him, will you Sam?" The black jack-of-all-trades nodded as he cleared the dishes from the table.
"Let's go change, Robin," Poppy said with a broad smile. "I don't have anything to ride in, though. I guess I can ride in a skirt," she wondered aloud.
"My mother did," Stanley Wolff added. "However, we don't have any English saddles any more. China doesn't ride and there haven't been any ladies calling for them."
"I don't know English from Oriental," Poppy joked back.
"You'll know western because it had a big saddle horn," Robin said to her pointedly. "That's to hold on to in case you fall off." He laughed as he teased her.
"I'll meet you downstairs in a minute," she said, excusing herself and going to change.
Sam was waiting with Robin when she returned.
The stables were gleaming white and clean, and the stalls contained several horses that looked in good condition and were all immaculately groomed.
"Hi," the young man greeted them.
"Hi, Willie," Sam answered. "These are Mr. Wolff's new family. Poppy and Robin. This is Willie. The best groomsman in the state."
"State?" Willie joked back. "The world." They laughed at his exaggeration, the bright sun and pleasant surroundings matching their good moods.
"Mr. Wolff said that Robin could walk that new stud out. I don't know what to do about
Poppy," Sam volunteered.
"Do you ride well?" he asked Robin. He smiled at the boy, his eyes impressed with the physique and more with the excessive fullness between his thighs. Few people knew of Willie's proclivities, knew that his sexual appetites could be satisfied by male and female alike.
"I know how to ride," Robin said, aware of the look in the groomsman's eye and remembering that China had looked at him the same way.
"Think you can hold this one," Willie asked him as he showed them the stud. The horse was magnificent, graying in color, his big eyes black and wideset, his main lighter than his coat and well-brushed.
"I think so," Robin managed to muster being awed with the size of the horse.
"And what about you, Miss?" he asked Poppy.
"I don't know how. Could I ride double with my brother?" She clung to his arm, smiling at the groomsman as she begged.
"It's not good for the horse, but you really don't weigh much. I suppose so. But both of you be careful." Willie looked at Poppy with the same look he had given Robin, but looking at the brother again, he had the urge to, lick his lips the way he wanted to lick over that crotch.
"I'll saddle him for you," he said, bringing his mind back to the business at hand.
"And I'll get back to the house," Sam said. "You two be careful," he cautioned and turned to leave.
"It won't take you long to get the feeling of him," Willie told Robin, thinking how he'd like to get the feeling of the seventeen year old. "He's very gentle and responds to reins with the slightest movement."
"Well be all right," Robin said as Willie helped him mount, and then Poppy was lifted to sit behind him on the rump of the horse.
"You sure that's comfortable?" Willie asked her.
"Just perfect," she answered wrapping her arms around her brother's waist, her skirt riding high across her thighs.
"Stick to the roads and don't run him very much. He's going to be used for servicing next week and we don't want him worn out," Willie laughed. "I'll be in my quarters in the back when you return. Have fun," he yelled as Robin guided the horse away, the huge animal moving sleekly, easily as Poppy bounced lightly behind him, her round buttocks flattening with the gait, her thighs spread over the back of the horse, the rear of the saddle rubbing against the soft flesh just above her Venus-mound.
"It's so wonderful being out here like this, isn't it?" she said.
"Just the two of us," the brother agreed. He could feel her full breasts pressing into his back and her arms were tight around his waist, the friction of their lightly bouncing bodies causing her nipples to become erect so that he could feel the two points like swords pressing through his shirt.
Robin remembered his riding lessons well, taking the horse from a trot to a smooth gallop, their bodies rolling together in the smooth rhythm, working together in an even tempo, Poppy holding firmly, her hands dropping lower, down past her brother's belt to his familiar thighs. She could feel the hard muscles of his legs flexed tight against the saddle.
Her fingers wandered slightly back and forth, moving closer to his crotch, she could feel the bulge in the fabric, feel the twin globes of his balls, the long mound of his penis. Gently she stroked in time with the movement of the horse, her hand grasping lightly, covering his maleness. Back and forth their bodies moved, her hand working methodically until she felt her brother's cock lengthen and harden.
"Wonderful," she crooned behind him, never getting-enough of him. Quickly her hands found the buttons of his levis and worked to undo the fly.
"Ooohhh," she breathed quietly as she touched the wiry pubic hair, insinuating her hand further until she could feel the silky skin of his erect phallus.
"Lovely. Lovely," she said huskily, squeezing his balls through the fabric with one hand, the fingers of the other busy working his cock out of his pants.
"Ouch. That hurts. You can't bend it like that," he told her.
"Why don't you let me ride in front of you?" she asked, giving the huge cock a firm squeeze. Quickly he slowed the horse, stopping only for a moment for her to change places. Moving in front of him she sat with her legs over his, dangling one on either side, her back to him as they continued to ride.
Robin moved his hand under his sister's skirt which was riding high on her legs, his fingers finding no restrictions, no panties. Familiarly he stroked her buttocks at the side as he caressed the skin of her inner thighs. Slowly he entwined his lingers in her pubic hair, pulling and scratching, his nails biting into her skin. "You take the reins," he told her. "But Robin, I don't know what to do," she protested.
"Just hold them. He knows what to do. He won't do a thing," he assured her.
She took the leather straps and felt him lift her skirt from behind. She was bouncing lightly on his thighs, her cunt stretching with the wide position of her legs, when she felt the hot thickness against her skin. Taking his cock out of his pants, he placed it straight up in the crack of her buttocks so that it rubbed up and down as the horse galloped along.
His other hand moved into her crotch, his long middle finger tickling up and down the hair-lined slit, slowly moving and circling as it began to penetrate her now moist opening. As they rode she moved her body back and forth with the gait, backwards against the huge cock, forward onto his finger.
"That feels so good," she said with delight as he began to unbutton her blouse and squeeze her breasts. His finger tweaked the nipples, milked and squeezed the firm flesh as he rubbed his cock up and down in the crack of her ass.
"Let me turn around," she said. Without stopping the horse she threw her leg over into a side-saddle position, twisted and lay back against the neck of the horse, moving the other leg up and over so that she faced him, her thighs still on top of his.
"Now, let me have it," she smiled looking him in the eyes. Reaching down, she clenched his thick cock in her fist, lifting slightly on his thighs as she rubbed the broad cockhead against her stretched pussy lips. Working his stiff pole like a swizzle stick, she threw her cunt downward toward it as he thrust upward, feeling the wet lips part, sucking him inward.
"Now make him gallop again," she said as he kicked the horse in the flanks, the sudden movement driving his cock into her as the horse established the smooth stride. She put an arm around his neck, and with her free hand lifted a full breast from her open blouse to his lips.
"Suck it. Suck on it." Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his lips cover the broad nipple, felt his cock drumming back and forth in her cunt as the horse continued the loping rhythm, her hair blowing in the wind, streaming across his face.
"Make him trot," she asked, and Robin slowed the horse, the jogging pace making his cock move in short jabs up and down into her wet channel. He held the reins with his arm around her, his mouth sucking her breast as he reached down between them to feel his cock, the lips clamping and clasping on the tool as it continued in the short stabbing motion. Searching the wet cunt lips, he found her clit and began to roll it between his thumb and forefinger, making her twitch at the touch.
"Oh. That's beautiful. Beautiful."
She clung to him with both arms, feeling his tongue tease the erect nipple, his teeth bite as he pressed the jutting point up against the roof of his mouth, lips sucking, smacking at her smooth flesh. Holding her thighs firm, she balanced on his legs feeling the quick sharp movement, his cock only a few firm inches inside her seething pussy.
Her juices lubricated the canal, and relaxing her muscles she let her body drop as far down as possible, feeling the wide maleness pushing up into her, pushing aside the hot, velvety walls, withdraw with the stride of the horse, press up inward again, withdraw, quick short jabs as his fingers continued to massage her inflamed clitoris.
"Make him lope now. A nice smooth lope." she purred.
She felt him spur the horse into the new gait, and at the same moment felt like she was being split in two as his stallion-sized penis thrust up into her hungry cunt.
"Ooooohhh. Yes. Nice and smooth. Ooohh, yes."
Both of them began to feel the need of their bodies, of the urgency within them as the stroking of cock into pussy was established at the even tempo.
She began to lap at his neck, her lips sucking at his flesh, her tapered tongue licking, tasting the salt taste of perspiration on him. Wriggling, she worked her ass back and forth, feeling the giant phallus slide in and out making her tighten the magic ring of muscle, trying to hold all of it inside of her, pull more of it into her. Hot, slick and wet, her cunt felt like fire as he impaled her again and again.
"Trot. Make him trot," she breathed. She could feel her orgasm approaching.
"Make up your mind," he said testily, feeling his own climax readying, his balls rolling and stirring in their close confines of the levis. The short jabbing movement was driving him wild as she lifted both legs and wrapped them around him in a sitting position. Wildly she began to move her ass, rotating, gyrating, circling into figure eights as she lifted herself and dropped down, lifted and dropped, the quick movement almost double timing the stroke. She thrust and then suddenly groaned.
"Oh, shit. I don't believe it." She had moved so fast, so hard, so wildly, that the horn of the saddle had just slipped into her anus, the thick leather ridge pushing up, her sphincter closing so that it wouldn't dislodge.
"Don't stop. I'm getting ready to come. Make him gallop. Make him gallop. That's it. I'm getting ready. That's it," she moaned as she felt the long thick tool stroke in and out, the saddle horn matching the mobbing movements of their bodies as she was double-fucked by living flesh and an inanimate object.
"Oh, damn," Robin began to groan as he felt his climax start to arrive.
"Fuck me back. Fuck me back," he told her, and like an insane woman, her legs wrapped around him as she balanced over him, he felt his come begin to shoot out, the hot burning sensation at the base of his cock becoming stronger as he spurted out his hot cream into her canal.
Suddenly, he couldn't control the horse any longer. The stallion had spotted a waiting mare, hot in season, and broke away. Before they knew what had happened, the stallion had found the mare and was trying to mount her.
"Oh, oh," Poppy screamed. Desperately she clung to Robin, feeling his cock throb out his gism as her own orgasm began, trying to hold him in the saddle as the two of them were thrown backwards, wanting to be deep inside of her as she felt the convulsions begin, felt her body throb in climax.
She was held there, not being able to move, the saddle horn up her anus holding her as if she were on a coat rack. The position, the weight of his body, the frantic movement of the stallion were too much for her as Robin fell from the horse, his cock still spewing its juices as he fell to the ground with a bounce.
Looking down at him, she began to laugh. Realizing how ridiculous their situation would look to anyone, he joined in. Both of them were still giggling when they returned to the stable.
"Did you have a good time," Willie asked. "What happened to you?" he said to Robin, noticing the boy walking awkwardly.
"He fell off," Poppy laughed.
"Did you hurt yourself," the groom inquired. "Better let me check you. Poppy, walk the horse around the yard a bit to let him cool down, then put him in the stall. I'll check your brother. Come on with me, Robin," he said, leading the boy to his quarters.
"Where did it hurt?" Willie asked.
"On my ass where I fell," Robin chuckled with the obvious answer.
"Get those pants off and let me take a look. I wouldn't want Mr. Wolff to think I shirked my duties." His eyes gleamed as Robin stared coolly at him. Wise for his years, Robin knew what the man had in mind, knew that a pretext was being used to get him to strip.
He didn't mind. If the man wanted to see his body, suck his dick, it was all the same. Sex was sex no matter whose. Robin had felt no shame about his body or using it since his early introduction in his preteens, one of the normal experiences of that age with an older, more mature boy.
He grinned at the corners of his mouth as he unbuttoned the jeans and slowly worked them down. Willie watched, grinding his teeth as he saw that Robin wore no underwear, saw the hairline begin to appear at the navel, down the tightly-muscled stomach to the dark pubic bush. At that point Robin stopped, teasing the watching eyes, the pants revealing just the hairy base of the thick cock.
Tauntingly, Robin worked slower, revealing the hanging inches of his cock, and just as the pants began to clear the broad cock head, he turned, Willie gasping at being cheated and stared at the perfectly-formed and well-muscled buttocks.
"That's where it hurts. Nowhere else," Robin said with a challenge in his voice. He could hear the breath slowly escaping from Willie's mouth.
"Shit, what an ass," Willie muttered to himself," as good-looking as his sister's." His hand moved to Robin's buttocks, cupping the finely-formed cheek, Robin inhaling quickly at the touch.
"Does that hurt?" Willie asked huskily.
Robin could hear the heat in the man's frustrated voice.
"Not now," Robin teased, his eyes closing as he felt the hands begin to rove over his cheeks and around to the front of his thighs, lightly and deftly, the feathering touch causing his cock to jerk, hardening and standing straight out in front of him, bobbing up and down as Willie's fingers circled around the thick hairy root.
"Nice and hard already. You're a wise one, aren't you," Willie muttered. His hand was demanding as it clasped Robin's iron-hard flesh. "I'll bet that hard thing hurts more than anything else. You better let me massage that swollen muscle. Sit down on the bed," he said softly.
Moving awkwardly, his pants down around his knees, he sat on the edge, Willie kneeling on the floor, staring at the big phallus as he pulled the pants over the shoes and off. The erection stood out from Robin's body like a flagpole, as if it hadn't been used in days, his rod still looking full and swollen, the scrotum bulging with sperm.
Willie licked his lips, wetting them as he moved between the legs, his mouth covering the fiery joint, sucking forcefully with powerful strokes. Robin felt his desire flood through his body as he watched the man's head bobbing on his cock, expertly, methodically, the tongue working a wet trail up and down the length of the firm dick.
Willie's movements froze as a giggle filled the room, Robin's eyes opening as he looked at Poppy who leered at them.
"Don't stop," she said. "I'll just watch." She grinned and sprawled on the bed next to Robin.
Willie was suspended in embarrassment, the cock in his hand still swollen like an immense snake, glistening with his saliva.
Robin was slightly amused by his sister knowing that she would work herself into the situation even though she was just freshly fucked. His cock felt like iron in the hand of the man, and once aroused, he always had to find release.
"Don't let her bother you. She's just being nosey," he told Willie, his hand pushing the hungry lips back down into place while he slapped Poppy playfully on her ass. Poppy continued to grin as she watched Willie begin to devour her brother's big cock, the tongue snaking over the length, around the head and down from the tip to the hairy scrotum.
"Delicious," she said, and began to squirm out of her clothes, pulling off her blouse and unhooking the bra so hat her tits hung free, the nipples still pointing forward, the skirt twisting away until she was naked beside her brother on the bed.
Robin grinned at her, Willie's mouth sucking avidly, as he lay back, the object of passion pulling Poppy to him, his tongue filling her mouth and snaking into her throat. His hand left Willie's bobbing head and felt of her breasts, full and ripe, squeezing and thumbing the nipple making it harder and more erect.
Willie sucked with practiced efficiency, Robin's big cock filling his mouth with every plunge downward, the boy mouthed his sister's tit in time with the cock-sucking groomsman, the nipping and chewing on Poppy's breast making her hot and horny again, drawing her body closer to her brother so that they could feel each other's body.
She guided his hand to her pussy, his fingers teasing and rubbing, two digits insinuating themselves in the velvety heat of her cunt, slipping between the wet crease to the knuckles as his thumb strummed her clitoris, teasing it harshly, making Poppy pant for him.
like a bitch in heat, she moved over his body, her legs straddling his chest, her knees inches forward until her cunt hung over his mouth, her thighs burning his cheeks as he buried his chin in her crotch, his tongue pointing and thrusting between the moist cunt lips.
Poppy moaned over her brother, her naked buttocks jiggling as he ate her roughly, the hard thrusts of the tapered tongue making her ass weave from side to side, back and forth as Willie slurped and gobbled on her brother's magnificent prick.
Her juices trickled down over Robin's chin, his mouth sucking harder in time with the cock-sucking of his prick. The deeper Willie lunged onto his cock, the deeper Robin thrust his tongue into his sister's snatch. The faster the man bobbed his head, the faster the boy's mouth gobbled at the pussy.
Robin was hot as a firecracker. The dual sensations of being sucked and cunt-lapping drove him to a desperate height. His tongue dug into his sister's cunt, ruthlessly attacking the seething hole, her body tensing, the cunt lips spasming as her ass fishtailed against his face, Robin's buttocks beginning to flex, making his pelvis lift and fall against Willie's opposing mouth.
"That's it. That's it," Poppy groaned over her brother, her cunt lips closing, then gaping open like a fish mouth, her hot juices flowing out, flooding his mouth in a heated stream, Robin's dick beginning to jet his sperm into Willie's hot oral cavity in blinding flashes of white pearls.
Robin took it all, loving the taste of his sister's young cunt and streaming offering, his prick filling Willie's throat with his hot, white cream, the man choking as he swallowed all of the big load and gulped for more, his hand and tongue milking the elongated phallus to find every drop.
Robin reached for her tits, his fingers tweaking the erect nipples, his tongue licking, mouth suctioning for the residue of her juices, his own pelvis continuing to fuck his cock into the slobbering mouth. When there was no more left, he rolled her off him, Poppy and Robin breathing hard as Willie's hips held the thick meat, softly sucking, working to keep the dick hard and firm.
"Don't you think we should help Willie out?" Robin grinned at his sister, both of them looking down to the hand that was masturbating the thick, stubby cock. Willie's mouth clung to Robin's cock, his head rising and falling in time with his hand as he jerked on his tool.
"Take your clothes off, Willie," Poppy told him as she lay on her back, Robin beginning to kiss her breasts again, sucking the nipple in and out like a cow chewing its cud. Willie was very fast and moved to lay on the other side of the young girl, his eyes filled with admiration for the young body, his hand fluttering over Poppy's flat stomach and down to her love mound, his palm flattening against the nest as he cupped her genitals and began to finger her cunt vigorously. She felt Willie's mouth on hers as Robin continued to lave over her breasts, Willie's fingers slipping through her cunt lips, her body covered with delicious sensual feelings, her snatch burning again, her thighs opening and closing against the curious hand as she tried to pull it deeper inside of her.
Willie's mouth left hers as he worked a wet trail of kisses down over her stomach and into her crotch, Poppy widening her legs to allow him to search through her crotch, his tongue probing into her slit more expertly than her brother, her hips rotating and thrusting toward him as Robin squeezed her tit and watched Willie begin to lap at his sister's seething twat.
Willie pried the lips apart with his thumbs, exposing the pink, wet opening, his breath hot against her flesh, thrilling her as he blew into her burning hole. The tongue explored, worming into her depths, hips writhing slowly upwards to meet the tapered flesh, teeth biting at the juicy, pouty flanges, her clit being assaulted expertly by teeth and tongue.
"You must have loved it," Poppy said heatedly to Robin as Willie licked insanely at her pussy, her pelvis moving wildly against his face, Robin milking and kissing each tit alternately, his prick pushing against her side in a slow fucking motion.
Willie's hand crept under her buttocks, lifting them as he worked his way up between her thighs, spreading them, opening them wider as he pressed his thick, beer can-sized dick against the wet slick opening. Lifting her onto his thighs, he felt the cunt lips spread as his hard dick began to slip inside the vaginal vault, the precious ring of muscle stretching as she massaged her inner thighs with his hands, his cock moving slowly into her, the walls hot and fluttering around his thick tool.
"Put it in. Put the rest of it in," Poppy told him, her cunt becoming fiery with the great stretching of the abnormally thick tool. Her pussy sucked at the meat, her hips undulating and snaking up on the joint until she felt his wiry pubic hairs scratching against her soft flesh.
With a groan he pushed his pelvis forward and completed his penetration, her pussy lips tightening and clamping at the hairy root of his cock, his balls hanging in the crack of her ass as he began to fuck with long hard strokes, grinding and swiveling in and out of her wildly clutching hole.
"I think you owe me one," Robin said with a leer and moved upward on the bed, his hand cupping her chin and turning her face toward his prick. "I ate you last. Your turn," he chuckled and pressed the tip of his cock head against her lips.
Her tongue flicked at the crystal drop of dew caught in the tiny eye, Robin's hand behind her head pressing her mouth firmly against his cock, the thick head rubbery against her tongue and mouth as she opened her lips to take it.
Willie jammed his prick in and out of her grateful cunt as her cheeks hollowed with her sucking of her brother's dick, Robin's hips establishing a regular fucking motion, her pelvis working in time with his as she danced her cunt up and down on Willie's faster-moving prick, his fingers digging into her ass as he held her firmly, looking down to watch his great thickness pushing and pulling into the wide-stretched hole.
Robin watched with pleasure as his sister's mouth sucked voraciously at his love muscle, his lips curling in a smile with the delicious sensation, his ass pistoning back and forth, working the big dick deeper, forcing her to take more of his great length until he felt his prick bend slightly and worm into her throat past the pillars and the uvula.
He watched as Willie rammed into her, his body feeling the pounding of body against body, the cock filling her cunt, his big dong stuffing her mouth full again and again. Poppy's lips formed a hard oval, her mouth becoming a receptacle for fucking, both cocks fucking into her, filling her with fire and excitement, the penis moving deeper into her throat with each inward stroke, the big tool stuffing her cunt to the stretching point, sledgehammer strokes buffeted her above and below, orgasm approaching for the three of them.
Robin could feel the throbbing begin. Poppy could feel he expansion of his dick in her mouth. Willie's movements were beyond his control, her cunt rose and fell as she felt her release arriving.
Harder Willie tore into her snatch, Robin searing the walls of her throat with his prick, Poppy's legs flailing from side to side, lifting and wrapping around Willie's waist to pull him tighter.
She slammed her seething twat against Willie's pummeling dick, her orgasm consuming her body, Willie ramming into her with a hard lunge, Robin's cock giving a huge throb as the come exploded and shot down her throat, Willie's sperm jetting into her snatch, filling her canal with hot fluid, scalding her walls as she felt her pussy convulse and begin to spew out her molten secretions. Robin pushed hard into her mouth, the pulsing seeming unending as he came in great globs. Willie held himself rigid as he felt his member continue to jet out the spray of creamy liquid and Poppy gulped fast to drink the come as her pussy convulsed around the thick dick filling her cunt.
She still sucked at her brother's cock as he pulled it out of her tight mouth with a popping sound, Willie leaning back to withdraw slickly, Poppy's legs falling to the bed on either side of him, the three of them totally spent.
"I really like horseback riding, Willie," Poppy said as the three of them dressed.
"But next time, we can forget about the horse!"