Chapter 6

It was late when Clay awoke the next morning, and later still by the time he got downstairs. The house was quiet. Mary and Sexton were having coffee in the kitchen. Sexton finished his just as Clay came in, and the butler said he had some things to do.

Mary gave Clay a report: Brian had risen at the usual time, and with his son Edmund he had gone to work. Monica was gone, too, in one of the other cars. Melanie was outside. Clay curbed his smile when the maid told him that neither Alison not her mother was up yet.

"It isn't like them, either of them," Mary said.

Clay jerked his head. "You never know, I guess."

He had sat down at the table; she gave him a cup of coffee and set the sugar bowl and creamer beside it.

"What would you like for breakfast?" He blinked. What would he like! "Ah...normal breakfast. Eggs. Meat."

"I'll bet it's a steak and eggs day for you. Steak and eggs coming up." Just beside his chair, she paused. "Or would you rather be sucked off?"

"Jesus!" He slapped her ass. She responded instantly with a giggle and a skip forward. "Steak V eggs!"

She began preparing. "Did you sleep well."

"Oh yeah."

"Good. I just thought...a strange house and all. Some people-"

"Nope. Slept like a log," Clay assured the bustling, fascinatingly uniformed young Puerto Rican.

"I'm so glad," Mary assured him.

He was sure she wanted to say, and or ask more. He didn't encourage that anymore than he had her suggestion of giving him a morning-well, almost noon-blowjob. Making her think he was the mopey sort in the morning, he sat and listened to the radio beside the stove while she produced sizzling sounds and marvelous aromas.

She interrupted her cooking to fix him more coffee.

Eggs, a pair, scrambled, had never tasted better than they did with the juicy, sizzling chunk of cow she served him with them. He also consumed two pieces of toast, which she buttered, and mopped up the reddish juices from his plate. Uncharacteristically, he had even consumed the fat

"You do eat with a beautiful appetite!" Mary said, with recognizably genuine pleasure. "This is the cleanest plate I've seen around this house in a long time!"

"The man was hungry, the food was marvelous."

It was then that a door banged, and a few seconds later the small younger sister came gustily into the kitchen. Melanie wore one of Mary's embroidered denim work shirts, a quite small size that seemed to be missing its first three buttons, and a pair of pale green jeans, unbelted. They fit like jeans, cupping her pretty ass-cheeks and looking as if they were trying to pucker right up into her pussy. Short boots sheathed her lower calves.

"HI! How are YOU today?"

"Great!" he said, just as enthusiastically. "Well fed and wide awake."

She checked her watch. "Wow, I'd think so! Mom and Ally up yet, Mare?"

Mary shook her head. Melanie gave hers a jerk, while rolling her large eyes.

"Brother! Heck of a way to treat a guest. My sister doesn't appreciate a good man, Clay," she said, starting to put on an overdone dramatic act, hand to breast. "Come, come my knight-fly with me and leave that woman who appreciates you not. I shall make you happy forever."

"OK."

Melanie laughed. "You sure are easy!" He shrugged. "What the hell am I going to do with myself."

"Come riding with me."

"Riding?"

"Riding, You know. like, horses." She held imaginary reins, curveted around the kitchen, and whinnied. She also jarred Mary, who gave her a surly look. "Riding. Horses. Two. One each. C'mon."

Clay went with Melanie. Tony saddled two horses for them, nodding when Clay assured him he was a novice, nodding again when the girl reminded him to double check the girth-strap of Clay's saddle.

Clay had been on a horse twice in his life. At least he didn't embarrass himself to begin with; on the horse's left, he hoisted his right foot to shove it into the stirrup, and swung up and into the saddle. The horse, dappled gray, didn't move a muscle.

"I think I got the gentlest horse on the place."

"Sure you did," Melanie said. "If I'd known you were gonna mount up like John Wayne, I might've given you Hell raiser."

"I don't think I belong on any animal with a name like that!"

Laughing, Melanie led the way around the side of the barn. Clay's horse went along willingly enough, but without enthusiasm. Its rider stared appreciatively when the girl bent down to unlatch a gate opening into a broad long field that was tree-bordered on two ends. The tightly-molded, very round cheeks of her otherwise smallish rump looked as if they were going to pop right through the green jeans.

They didn't. She left the gate open. She began teaching him how to post, so they could trot. Clay picked it up with fair speed and only fair expertise. The trotting of his mount-whose name was Hiyo Silver-still shook him and rattled his teeth, while Melanie, rising fluidly in the stirrups in precise timing with her horse's rough but predictable gait, looked just beautiful.

They tried a gallop. After the initial phase (scared to death), Clay found that was a lot easier to handle than the trot. He let Melanie lead, noting that his Hiyo Silver followed her King Edward; Clay was happy to let his horse handle that, while Melanie handled direction and pace. At least he hoped she was. She looked like she knew what she was doing. He'd hate to discover that it was the horses who were in charge.

Down by the trees at the far end of the field, she reined in. Clay started to, but Silver eased up himself. Herself. Whatever. Clay neither knew nor cared. Side by side, Silver and Edward paced along the tree line.

"You ride mighty well, slicker."

"You led, Silver followed. I stayed on."

She laughed. "That's an accomplishment, believe me! Hey-what d'you think of the family by now?"

"What do I think of the family."

"That's what I asked. Go ahead. Try being honest."

"OK," Clay said, nodding. "You're all weird." She laughed.

He said, "Tell me, little bird, do you fuck, too?"

Immediately she said, "Of course. Here, everybody fucks." He sighed. He couldn't even shake up the youngest member of the family. The horses plodded on. "Who?" Clay asked.

"Everybody here balls everybody," Melanie told him.

The horses plodded on. She twitched the rein, led the way into the trees. Silver followed Edward, with Melanie being most careful not to let a branch snap back at the man behind her.

"Careful, tall in the saddle, this's a low one."

"I'll steer around it, thanks," he said, and did.

She laughed. "Steer?"

"Don't make fun of me, cowgirl, or I'll have to lasso and hogtie you."

"Save that for Debbie," Melanie threw over her shoulder.

"What?"

She pulled up, turned. Sun fingered down through the trees, and he saw that there were glints of red in her long black hair. She wore it with the usual center part, and today had it caught around the top by a cloth fillet: a band of pale blue that he noticed came closer to the color of her eyes than her shirt.

"And how do you like the family tits?"

Clay rolled his eyes and gave his head a shake. "That's even more direct than direct, Melanie. I am a male human being. I love the family tits."

"Good. And what about the family waists?" Calmly, she pulled her denim blouse out of her denim pants and began unbuttoning it, from the bottom.

"I noticed you're wasp-waisted, too. You've got on the same kind of corset Alison wears?"

"And Mother, and Mary, and Monica, yep. And, sometimes, Daddy. Want one?"

"I...think I could do without a corset, thanks."

"Want one of these?" She peeled back the limp shirt to show him an even thinner, see-through bra. Its cups housed a pair of grapefruits that appeared to be tipped with clearly visible berries of deep pink.

"I've had breakfast."

She inspected her watch, extended her wrist so he could see. "It's lunchtime." She studied his face with her blue-eyed gaze. "Clay? Let's let the horses grab a little grass, OK?"

"While we do what, you with the tits-out blouse and the black latex corset?"

She said, "Oh...play around a little."

They dismounted and, on the far bank of a lazy stream that made an assortment of gurgly trickly wet noises over rocks, they played around a little. Both of them were steamed up in practically no time.

He didn't know if it was a conspiracy or not. First Alison's sister Monica, then her mother, and now her younger sister. While they stood kissing, she had a hand on his ass and another on the back of his neck, while a jeaned thigh pressed between his-and moved steadily up and down, teasing his balls with gently jarring strokes.

He decided. He shoved both hands down into her skin-tight jeans, which must have made her feel as if she was being cut in two at the waist. With a hand on each of the two bare, cool cheeks he found down there, he held her against him and sucked the snake-wriggly tongue she drove into his mouth. She helped, trying to crush his chest with her breasts and succeeding mainly in squashing the firm young balls all out of shape inside their bra.

"You're...cutting me in two!"

He squeezed her buttocks. "Off with the pants, then."

"Off with the pants," she echoed, and opened hers, then his. Each of them dragged down the other's jeans. His genitals were compactly contained in the black latex shorts he'd been given, or loaned; hers were on display, shielded with red-brown hair. She had to hold onto him to get her pants off over her boots; he helped hold her up with one hand in her crotch and the other on a breast that he found, surprisingly, was slightly less firm than Alison's.

Pantsless, molded in bra and corset, she smiled into his eyes-and pushed a hand into the front of his shorts.

"Uh!"

"Uh yourself. So we're both crotch-grabbers. Want me?"

"More than that. I'm damned well going to have you!" He surrounded her lips with his and applied suction to coax her tongue into his mouth. It came willingly, a thick tongue, wigwagging wildly.

"Listen, I want to bend over for you," she said at last, a little short of breath.

"All right. I'd love to see this hard-cheeked ass I've been fondling!"

"And to screw me between those cheeks?" she asked. Her voice was a low throaty purr that reminded him of her mother's.

"Ah-Melanie." His heartbeat had speeded up. While the concept fascinated him, and he'd read and thought plenty about it, he'd never fucked an ass in his life. "I'm...built pretty big."

With her hand in his shorts, she squeezed. "I know. I can feel it. Makes me twitch and tingle all over-especially in my...anus. Besides, Alison said so. But it's OK."

"OK my eye. I could tear you-ALISON SAID SO!"

"Sure. She's...reported on you, Mister Sexy Clay McConnel. Anyhow...see, that's where I like it. I'm seventeen, Clay. And since I was eleven I've been taking male tool up my back."

She spoke quietly, earnestly. He blinked. "Eleven!"

Melanie nodded. "Uh-huh. We're a sexy family, Clay. Probably the sexiest ever-the sexiest family ever told!"

"I didn't even know there was more than one thing I could do with my cock when I was eleven!"

"I didn't have one. But I've had them in me...all the men you've met here, and some others besides."

"ALL?"

"All." She nodded unembarrassedly. "Tony's. Daddy's. Edmund's. Sexton's. And all in the same place."

He managed to refrain, for once, from saying "Jesus." He squeezed her firm round ass-cheeks, slipped a finger into the crease between them. It was not deep; it was hot. She trembled and pushed backward, against his hands. "In here," he said.

"In-n-n-n theer-r-r-rrre," she said, dreamily.

"Turn around, cowgirl," he said.

"STANDING UP?"

"I want to measure us."

She turned around. Her high, round buttocks were beautiful, firm and well-parted, with only a trace of the dimples above them showing below the edge of the tightly-laced corset.

"The height is just right," he told her, letting her feel his crotch against her ass. "I thought so."

"Wow! I've NEVER been balled standing up! Oh wow-how about if I stand against that tree, and-oh wow, yeah man!"

She broke away from him, hurried the few feet to the fat-boled sycamore, gray and green and sturdy. She braced her rounded legs well apart, leaned forward to set her hands against the three, and walked them down, bending until her lovely rump was upturned and he could see the sweet little packet of her dark-curled pussy.

She looked back at him around her shoulder.

"Oh! That is a big one!"

"Too much?" he asked, skinning the tight thin sheath of rubber that formed his shorts the rest of the way off.

She sighed. "Ooooh! Come and find out!"

With his cock jumping and swinging around lewdly, he went over to the bowed, waiting girl. Seventeen, he thought, letting his hands wander the emphatically firm skin of each widely-spaced half of her juicy ass. And fucking-ass-fuckingsince she was eleven. I wonder who was first into this cute little cul-which must've been a damned sight more little, then!

She shivered, wagged her hips, and a coating of goose pimples appeared on the solid melons of her cheeks. Twin quivering balls of vanilla cream flesh, they were widely split right down the middle. The cheeks framed a tempting target, a dainty little ring of whiskey-colored skin that looked to be slightly less tightly coiled and more puckered than the ass-holes he'd seen, even in X movies in which far less shapely chicks took cock up the back with seeming ease and lack of pain.

"Oh," she breathed, again giving her hips a slow gyration. "Oh, come into me, baby...I'm so ready for you...slow, slo-o-ow-w-w-w-w..."

He pressed the head of his cock between her bottom-cheeks and up against that darling little anal hole. He pushed.

The bent girl shivered as her anal ring opened slowly, as if reluctantly, to give him admittance into the well-secured chamber of buggery. She sucked up a good breath, pressed against the tree, and poked her ass back. Then, wringing and shivering, she had an ass-hole full of pulsing cock.

"Ummmmmmmmm," she sighed, and for a moment she was going to fall right down in pleasure.

She didn't; she kept her legs braced against the ground and her hands against the tree.

He kept it still and quiet up her rectal chute, waiting for her to decide when she was ready for more, for him to move. He could see that the skin of that puckered slot was stretched taut as the head of a drum. It contracted involuntarily, squeezing him strongly in the round little tube, then opened suddenly. With a long sigh, she relaxed in full acceptance of his massive, probing erection up her unvirginal ass-hole.

"Oh-ummmmm. Oh, baby I Can I ever feel you! That's the biggest bone I've ever had in me, man! And...it feels nothing but good!"

He caressed her flanks, standing still behind her, with a couple of inches of cock out in the cold. "You're sure about that?"

"Uh-huh." She shivered. "UMMMMM Have-have I got it all?"

"Nope."

"WOW!"

He began to effect a long, slow withdrawal, watching his cock emerge, watching her anus stretch along the shaft, dingily.

"Melanie? You're sort of getting my cherry."

"What?"

He smiled. "I've never fucked an ass before."

"No KID-dingg?"

"No shit. No kidding." Did I have to mention that? But contrary to what he'd read, there wasn't a sign of shit on his prick. He had an idea that too damned many books were written by guys who had never tried what they wrote about.

"Gee, that's exciting," Melanie said. Her anus was squeezing hard, now, with him back out until only the glans was inside the ring. "Do you like it?"

"I love it. And here I come back."

"A-A-AH-H-HHHHHHH! Oh boy, do you come BACK!"

He pumped three times, in and out, thrilled. The only times his cock had ever been more tightly clasped was in a hand.

"Tight?" she asked, wiggling.

"Uh-huh!"

"Hot?"

"Amen!"

"Nice?"

"Great!"

She laughed aloud in happiness, standing bent with her ass-hole full the big cock of her sister's boyfriend. "Let's...let's stop talking," she gasped, taken by a new shiver. "Just...just fuck me, OK? Give me a good hard ride, Clay!"

His heart seemed to leap joyously up and flop over with a thud. "Brace yourself," he said.

Then he began giving her a good hard ride. He stabbed his cock in and out of her much widened little ass-hole with swift back-and-forth swings of his hips. He had all the power and control in the world, standing this way. He lurched in hard, staffing that sweaty little hole like the corking of a bottle. With drum-thumping heart, he thundered into the young girl's rectal canal.

Gone was that sexy, pouting anal rosebud-now a great round juicy hole hugged his prick, fitted itself to its shape and extruded taut flesh along it with each of his outstrokes. Even her ass-cheeks were wedged lewdly wide-and pounded steadily by his lurching pelvis.

The girl was fucking herself, too. Loving it up the ass, loving this biggest cock she had ever housed there, she took advantage of her standing position and the leverage gained by her hands against the tree. Her whole body moved. She swung the spheres of her backside with a swerving play of her hips, happily fucking the scarlet mouth between them.

Hot sensations raced into him from his imprisoned hard-on. Her rectal cunt closed on it like a vise of elastic flesh all around his bony stiffness. Her movements and his pumps were roughly stretching and distending that clinging ring with the smooth knob of his prick.

Thank God, she loosened up and became very moist inside. He supposed that was sweat and cock juice, since he didn't yet know that an anus in love with its penetrator oiled itself much the same as a cunt. It was going to be over damned soon anyhow, but with her wet and hot so tight this way, he could prolong it a bit longer.

She came first. He saw-and felt-an anal orgasm for the first time.

Little quivers of stress were running up and down his calves from the long standing and pushing, straining his calves to control his movements against her upturned backside and in and out of its soft hot hollow. He eased up while she came, groaning, and bent his knees a little to change the direction of strain.

Slowly his nuts relaxed inside their snug little bag. The muscular twitch in his left calf eased up, stopped. He drew and expelled several long, deep breaths.

Then he resumed his strong pumping into her ever-widening ass-hole. He shuddered though; never had he felt such incredible squeezing tightness in his life.

He knew then that he must extend this new knowledge, his new thrill of buggery. Alison would feel his cock up her ass!

Stepping up the pace, swinging his hips rapidly back and forth, he gave the bent teenager a good hard eviscerating rear fuck with all the force of his hips. The blood of atavistic passion pulsed through his veins like liquid fire.

Tremors flowed through the milky-white cheeks of her rump as he drove between them and fucked up her ass-hole. Heavy, sperm-stuffed agates swung to rap her quiver-filled flesh. The pressure mounted and mounted inside them.

A line of ice ran up his back. "I'm...going to...spray your ass...full of come!" he gasped out

"Yes! Oh yes, do, do that! Shoot in me-Ahhhhhh!"

His legs quaked and felt weak and his nuts seemed trying to draw up into his churning guts.

His cock jerked, coming in long hard spurts up into her cringing back.

It was the greatest orgasm experience he'd experienced in a long while, because her rectum remained tight around his penis the whole while, not growing a bit more loose in sensation even when he had thoroughly slicked it with semen.

He was still gasping, standing behind her on trembling legs, when she herself pulled her body forward. He looked down, watched his less hard cock tug slowly, obscenely out of her outstretching anal mouth. Then it popped free and swung loosely down. It was streaked, he saw, only with semen. Again contrary to what he had read, there was not the faintest trace of brown on his dirt-chute digger.

The girl partially straightened, then spun around and bent to suck and lick the deflating peter straight out of her ass-hole. Her red-shot black hair was a soft caress against his belly and on his thighs where it tumbled loosely.

"That lucky dam' Alison...you do have a magnificent cock! And you're not hung-up either, are you?"

"How could I be, around this place?"

With a laugh, she gave his cock a squeeze and his lips a kiss. Then the girl began dressing, suggesting that he do the same. Clay did, mostly watching her. As they approached the horses he said, "Melanie."

"Hhh?" She gave him a girlish questioning look, eyebrows up.

He patted her green-jeaned fanny. "I loved fucking your ass."

"Ohh! I loved you doing it-and you did do a thorough job, Mister!"

Smiling happily, Clay and Melanie dragged the horses away from the grass they had been cropping, mounted up, and headed back for the barn.