Chapter 13
I fell asleep on the couch, warmed by the booze I'd downed, relaxed through the series of sexual escapades that had changed my viewpoints and brought me into a soft new world without hard edges and without frustrations. During the night, somebody came in and covered me with a quilt, but I didn't wake up, just snugged deeper into a dreamless sleep.
It was morning when I came half-alert, a little punchy but realizing where I was. Grinning at the new day, I rolled over and drifted for awhile longer, thinking of all the girls I'd lusted after when I was a kid the age of Charlie, all the trim little asses I had watched and dreamed about, but without hope. Then came the women, lush and full-bodied, long-legged and with arrogant breasts, the rippling of their lush thighs promising nirvana. And I had missed just about all of them, marrying one of the best, but then withdrawing into some kind of shell that grew thicker and harder over the years, until most emotions were covered by its crust, and I'd turned sullen and frustrated.
But no more, no more; now I had access to a pair of lovely, erotic women who knew how to allow their lusts to run free, and I had a friend-son to share them with me. It was sure as hell a bright new world, and I threw back the cover to get up and make friends with it. The air was a little chilly, and I had to go piss. Now the door to my bedroom was closed, and I figured the three of them were asleep together in my bed—my wife and her pair of lovers, Charlie and his voluptuous mother.
I climbed into the shower and scrubbed vigorously, using just enough icy water to bring me wide awake, then toweling myself briskly. I shaved and did the usual cleanup job, and found my beat-up old bathrobe on a door hook. Putting it on, I trotted into the hallway, telling myself that fucking or no fucking, there were morning chores to get through, stock to feed and the like.
But a surprise was waiting for me at the guest room. Fully dressed, little Kim Jessup was standing there, her sorrel head tipped to one side, that elfin face peering up at me.
"Hi," she said. "There's no need to hurry, Mr. Barnett I've already done the chores for you.”
"You have?" I blinked at her pert freshness, the youthful shine of her, as if some attentive junior god had polished her face and all her tiny body with a cloth dipped in sunshine. "The cows, everything?”
"Especially the horses," she answered, small hands braced upon very slim hips. "Everybody else is still zonked out, so how about me making you some breakfast?”
"Good enough," I said, "Soon as I get some clothes on.”
She came out into the hall, her walk part bounce and part strut. "Oh, that's okays and maybe you shouldn't—disturb them.”
Maybe she didn't stress that slight hesitation, and maybe I read it correctly. I said, "So you can cook, too?”
"Sure," she grinned impishly, and went slapping along ahead of me, her small, trim buttocks dancing up and down.
In the kitchen, I put away a good, hearty meal and felt the strength of it. Kim was a pretty fair ranch cook, and I watched all her quick, deft movements as she put together breakfast. I kept watching her as I did justice to her efforts, trying to figure out if she knew anything or not. Had she gotten a peep into the big bedroom and seen her brother tucked between my wife and Carolyn? If so, she was keeping quiet about it, not spooked and outraged in shock or hurt.
It was weird, but I felt a little nervous about the girl, now that I had made up my mind to take her little cherry. Suppose she balked at the idea, and went yelling off over to her own place to get on the party line and blab things about rape and incest and swapping all over the country? Hell; I had good reason to be edgy. Here in the morning daylight, everything didn't seem as simple as it had last night, while this lad's brother and her mother were swinging with me and Betty. And with each other, I reminded myself, daring a sneaky glance at Kim's shirt, where I could just make out the outline of nipples, and hardly any suggestion of breasts.
She gathered up the dishes and slipped them into the washer, saying quietly, "That wasn't fair, you know—letting me drink that wine so I would get sleepy and crash before anybody else. It must have been a long night, for all of you, especially them; they're still—sleeping.”
Again, I caught the accented pause, and thought that the girl was bright, even if she didn't actually know what was happening, she might damned well have a good idea.
"Well," I said carefully, "you're pretty young, and-”
"Just a little bit younger than Charlie," she cut in. "—And maybe we figured you wouldn't understand the—the changes around here." She had turned away from the sink, and now Kim's slender hips were thrust forward, her narrow thighs apart so that my eyes were inexorably drawn to the crotch of her jeans. There was a small mounding beneath the faded material, a pouting little hillock only vaguely defined. I knew that one of my palms upturned would cover the entire width of her dainty crotch, that the spread fingers of my other hand could encompass her whole delicate ass.
A ripely rounded woman, I thought; a lean, sinuous woman, I thought; and now this doll-like child, immature and very young, but perhaps already yearning to know the mysteries. She would be tender to the touch, all silken and with skin so smooth that it would tingle against my fingers.
Tilted slightly at the corners, her eyes caught at mine, and when I felt her intent gaze, I looked quickly up from the shaping of her girlish mound. Kim said softly, "If you mean about your making it with Mom in the bam yesterday, and then swinging some more at our house, I know all about that. After I saw you putting it to her there on the hay tarp, I had to run my poor gelding all the way back to the farrier's so I'd be there when she called. I had to think about it some, I'll admit. I mean, I didn't exactly think of my own mother like some kind of sexy chick. Now I have an idea that she is, and more.”
Those young eyes were penetrating, so dark blue that they looked purple, and Kim's mouth was much like her mother's, wide and generous. She didn't blush and giggle or shade those eyes with chestnut lashes; she just stood there and stared at me.
I said: "You saw us in the barn; okay. And heard us, too, I guess. So you know that your mother was scared at first, but needing loving so much that she wanted more. So we went into the house. But my wife knows all about it, and accepts Carolyn and me loving each other.”
"I know that, too," she said calmly. "I figured that out when I saw Charlie in bed with both of them this morning. Is my brother balling your wife?”
Nodding, I said, "Yes, he is; and a little more than that. He's laying your mother.”
Kim's eyes widened. "Oh wow; I never took it that far. It's land of kinky, a guy balling his own mom.”
"It's what they both wanted," I explained. "Now, the question is—where do you fit in, if anywhere?”
The girl leaned back against the sink, and the movement thrust her pelvis still farther forward. That mound was so tiny, I thought; maybe my prick wouldn't be able to force into such a narrow, new slit, but I could always loosen it first with my mouth and tongue.
She said then, "I—I don't know. Charlie was kind of playing around with me, and I thought maybe we were both getting ideas, but I know he never did it before, and I—I haven't, either. Mr. Barnett, is screwing very hard to learn?”
So sweet and frightened more than she cared to show; such a young, nubile child, with a new awareness moving inside that delicate and untried body. Her very helplessness and immaturity appealed to me, reached out to me like warm and trembling fingers, and I felt the lifting of my grown-up prick between my between my thighs.
My mouth was suddenly dry as I answered, "I don't think you'll have to learn much, Kim; I think the knowledge is already there, inside you. All we have to do is bring it out, start you gentle, the way I'd start a good, blooded filly.”
"Yes," she said in a whisper. "Yes, I understand that, and I want it to be you, Mr. Barnett, I guess I’ve always wanted it to be you.”
I was shaking inside, excited as I had been when I first saw Charlie's young meat sliding in and out of the steamy grip of my wife's adoring pussy, turned on as much as I had been by getting into Carolyn's mossy snatch. Maybe more, I thought; maybe even more. I stood up and held out my hand. "Kim, baby-let's go back into your room.”
She hesitated. "But what about them—Mom and my brother and Mrs. Barnett?”
"Damn it," I said, "quit calling me mister and my wife anything but Betty. Call me Rich or lover or darling or your horny old bastard, but don't call me mister.”
The shadow of a grin played across her lightly freckled face. "Okay, lover. But I'm warning you—I'm so scared I'm about to pee my panties.”
When she came haltingly around the table, I scooped her up into my arms, surprised at her negligible weight, and held her against my chest as I carried that small, warm body down the hall and into the guest room. I sat her upon the bed and took Kim's piquant little face between my hands, leaning to lass her softly upon the trembling lips.
"Don't be scared," I soothed. “I won't hurt you, darling. Look—get out of your clothes and under the sheet, while I go get something. I'll be right back, and then I'll lock the door, so nobody can disturb us. Okay?”
"O-okay," she breathed, and I hurried away to find the jar of Vaseline in the bathroom medicine cabinet. She shouldn't be much tighter than the ring of her mother's ass, I thought, and I had managed to penetrate that narrow tube all right. If I went down on the child first, and brought her to hotly shuddering climaxes, the love oils of that miniature pussy ought to help the fucking that would follow. And with my cockhead well greased, and more of the Vaseline inserted into the nubile lips of that schoolgirl cunt—
I went back into the bedroom faster than I had left it, my cock thrumming like a tuning fork, and my entire body aglow with anticipation. Betty must have felt something like this when she was about to break down Charlie's reservations and seduce the boy; she must have been this eager and tremulous and yearning.
Kim was only a small bump beneath the sheet, her face hidden in her chestnut hair. I threw off my robe and allowed my hungry prick to spring free, thinking that it might be better if she didn't get too close a look at it, at first. The size of my meat could be frightening to a kid who had never seen one up close.
Putting the opened jar of grease upon the bedside table, I remembered I hadn't locked the door, and whipped back to do it. Then I sat down on the bed and watched the inner muscles of my taut thighs jumping, the coiling of my testicles as they built up pressure and juices within their wrinkled, hairy sac. It was difficult to believe that I could be so eager, after all the screwing I had been doing over the past couple of days, but I was excited through and through.
I drew the sheet down the girl's body, slowly exposing the sweetly nude skin so translucent I could see the pale blue veins beneath its radiance. Kim's eyes were closed, and her mouth was set, as if she was expecting the worst, but determined to go through with it, this losing of her virginity. What a beautiful child she was, finely made in every joint, delicately put together. As the covering passed down from her just-budding tits, I stared entranced at the jutting nipples, a lighter pink than her mother's, centered in their lightly mounded glans. The breasts themselves were only little heapings, but exquisitely formed, and I knew they would someday grow into lushly rounded tits any man would be happy to touch.
Her skin was without a flaw, very satiny, ultra-smooth, and I touched her throat with a fingertip as I pulled the sheet farther down her tensely expectant body. Small, flat belly; cunningly designed hips, a tiny navel winking impudently up at me—and the captivating, superb shape of Kim's virginal pussy. I caught my breath as I saw that exquisite little mound and its scattering of peach fuzz, for that was all the hair there was—a downy fluff of pale red feathering that could come nowhere near disguising the pink slit of her labia.
The gorgeous, toy pussy nestled adorably between thin thighs only beginning to round, only starting to give the promise of sleek design they would become. I couldn't take my eyes away, and leaned to peer closely at those gently puckered lips and saw that they were palpitating ever so softly. I flipped my hand and the sheet drifted from the bed to the floor. My heart banging crazily in my chest, my throat gone tight and my breath hoarse, I stroked that slim, doll-like body, trailing my fingers tenderly from shoulders and over tits to the tremulous belly, pausing to retreat from the glowing sculpture of that hypnotic mound and instead caress the narrow hips, Kim's slender thighs, and right on down the slight calves. She was a joy simply to fondle, so warm and silken, her skin vibrantly alive, her pristine flesh quaking.
In awe, I whispered, "You're beautiful, Kim, but the word isn't enough, for you're more than just beautiful. You're stunning, charming, fantastic.”
“I—I'm too skinny," she breathed. "I don't have any breasts.”
"You're just perfect," I said throatily. "So lovely that I'm just realizing what a lucky man I am. Relax, little princess; lie there easy and soft while I lass you all over that enticing body.”
When I lay beside her and took her gamin face in my hands, Kim's eyes came open, midnight-blue-purple, staring up into mine, and her lips quivered as I brought mine gently down to them. Ah, she was so delicate, opening her lips for the entrance of my eager tongue. She tasted of springtime, of warm winds and flowers, and although her tiny tongue lay still beneath mine, I found a hidden flame within its honeyed softness. Hesitantly, Kim began to tongue me back, sweet and untrained, but losing some of her fear in the response. I drank from her young mouth, and my cock throbbed madly against the childish thigh.
Next I kissed her throat, drawing its dainty skin between my lips, and I heard Kim breathing raggedly, felt the runaway puke in her neck. Her collarbone was so wondrously formed, and the junior globe was against my mouth then; I laved it with my wet tongue, knowing the tremblings there, and suddenly took the erectile pink nipple. Ah, it was vibrant and alive in my mouth, shivering as I curled my tongue hungrily around it.
Her little body leaped and twisted; I drew all her unformed breast into my lips, sucking upon it, pressing the nubby point against the roof of my mouth, keeping my tongue moving, sliding, teasing. Now my hands were upon the narrowness of her small hips, and they were rolling beneath my palms. Kim's hands touched my bare shoulders and moved uncertainly down my back. I paid dutiful homage to her other tit, reveling in the sensuous arousal I was bringing to the girl.
It was all there, the urgency, the not understood need boiling within her untried body, the blind seeking that was overcoming her natural fear of the unknown, and I was helping her. Her slick little belly went taut against my lips, and mini-quakes shook it when I drew my tongue across the beautiful skin to screw it into the dot of her pink navel.
"Oh! Oh, Mr. Barnett-ah, I mean, lover-my lover! You're freaking me out—I can't stand it; you tickle so much—oooh, what are you doing to me?”
"Loving you," I murmured against her polished velvet flesh, "loving you slow and easy, my lovely little darling. Lie back, Kim; open your legs a little wider, sweetheart—ah yes, there, like that, so I can look down into that fabulous pussy.”
I blew warm breath over that trembling mound, and the thin scattering of her beginning pubic hair stood on end, downy as a baby chick. I bit tenderly into the joining of her thigh, and probed the meaty section with my tongue. The girl's back arched and ran through her body. She gasped when I first drew my tongue down into her exquisite mound, and her pelvis flexed. When she tried to move her crotch back, I held to her hips and forced her to He still and open for me.
The thin legs were spread wide, the intriguing pink slit glistening with excitement that was softening Kim's labia, turning the lips damp. Sliding my hand beneath the slender ass, I cupped it and lifted, bringing that darling little snatch up so my mouth could feast upon it My tongue licked up and down the short gash, tasting her savory fluids, moving teasingly along the tiny box while Kim Jessup squirmed in startled response.
Her mini-cunt was sugary, narrow, and I drilled my tongue avidly into its fuzzy lips, boring deeply into the compact vagina as the girl lurched and cried out in delighted shock.
"Ooohh! Lover man—you have your tongue all the way up me—I can feel it sliding around inside my thing—ahh, yes, yes—you're kissing my pussy, licking it—oohh! Now—now you're sucking on it!”
And then I was, sucking furiously upon that enchanted pussy, drawing its lips inside out within my own, sucking its nectar and rolling my tongue in the exotic oils. So small, so very tight and narrow—but so hot; Kim's unused vagina was beginning to sizzle wetly around my tongue and to jerk against my teeth. The girl was rolling her delicate ass now, hunching her miniature crotch up to me, and I adored her entire snatch, lapping it like a puppy.
Probing and delving, I slid my tongue up beneath the small clitoral hood and found the tiny clitoris, throbbing joyously in its first real stimulation. It was only a button, surrounded by impossibly soft membranes, too small to get between my teeth, so I tormented it with my tongue, and sucked upon the entire upper portion of her pussy.
The first hot wave of coming orgasm hit the child then, and she cried out breathlessly, her pelvis surging into my greedy mouth, making grinding, gyrating movements that were natural to her instincts, to the hot blood that was her heritage from her sensuous mother.
"No-no-no!" she moaned. "Please stop—oh please. I-I think I'm going to pee-”
Eating into that immature, delicious cunt, I maddened her micro-clit with tongue and teeth, sucking and pushing back, moving my face back and forth within the vee of her slim thighs. She bucked suddenly and violently against my chin, and those thin legs reached up to coil around my neck and head, trying to drive my face deeper into her churning pussy as she came.
Kim's small fists beat a frenzied tattoo upon my shoulders, her entire body twisting and curling over me, her little legs clamping around my head with surprising strength. Again and again, she drove her dainty cunt into my mouth, caught up in the foaming fury of her first climax. I continued to suck at her snatch, to run my tongue in and out, playing it over the clit, then back into the steaming sweet depths of the shuddering vagina.
I gave her no rest, but kept up the loving, even when the initial crest passed over her and she dropped back with her thin shoulders flat against the bed once more. Her young pussy was flowing with savory juices, so succulent and thrilling; I wanted to drink them down, to absorb her ecstasy like a sponge.
"C-can't stand it," she groaned. "Oh man, oh lover—I can't take it any more! I'm freaking out—I can't—oh! Oh! Yes, I can—I want some more, Rich lover, keep doing it to me, because that crazy feeling is going to happen again!”
Kim didn't have to urge me. I was insanely in love with her fantastic little pussy, nuzzling ardently into its silken folds, relishing every greasy drop of juice I could pull from its honeyed depths, squeezing her tiny cunt like an orange and draining the quenching fluids. I felt her convulsion as she climbed the heights again and came, as she fell back only to climb against my mouth once more, fucking my face with short, savage thrusts, and then she came for the third consecutive time, her trim ass rolling and flexing.
When her legs slid limply down from my head, and Kim's only movement was the rising and falling of her ungrown breasts, I reluctantly lifted my dripping face from the liquid blaze of her babyish, yet intensely voluptuous snatch, and kissed a damp trail back up her slender body. I went from belly to rib cage to each of the nipples, then to the throat and over the chin before pausing at her slack lips.
"You gorgeous child," I breathed, and now the vastly enlarged head of my prick was caressing her flat belly, "I'll loss your mouth now, and when my tongue slides inside, you'll know that you're tasting the flavor of your own sweet pussy.”
I think she tried to turn aside, shocked at the suggestion, but when my tongue slipped between her lips, the initial flinch turned itself into sudden and avid suction. Kim pulled upon my tongue, drawing it back into her throat, moaning around its hot and slippery wetness.
My cockhead was pulsing insistently, hungry to sample what my mouth had already discovered, but I wasn't ready to fuck the girl yet She would need more preparation, even though she was so turned on now that her skin was goose-pimpled and rippling, her panting breath a little furnace blower.
When I took my mouth from hers, she was looking up at me, those purple eyes dazed but glowing. She gasped, Is—was that it, lover? I land of went crazy, but it was so good—so wonderful. But isn't there something more? I mean, don't you put your thing into me, or something like that?”
I kissed the tip of her pert nose and answered: "Yes, but I don't want to rush you, baby. Your pussy is very small, and my prick is big; it isn't huge, but it's big for your little cunt”
"Can I see it?" she asked.
Moving back from her, I put a hand beneath the wings of her shoulder blades and lifted the child to a sitting position. "Here it is," I said. 'Touch it, darling; run your fingers over my cock and learn the feel of it. Don't be afraid; you can pull it around and bend it-see?”
"It feels so strange," she whispered, her eyes big as she took my aching prick in one of her tiny hands. *Ks hard, but it's spongy, too. And the end of it is like shiny velvet Oh look—it's leaking.”
"That's so it'll be easier to get into your pussy," I explained. "The juice is slippery, something like the hot oils that seep into your cunt when you're excited. But well need more than that, and I brought it.”
Taking the jar of Vaseline from the bedside table, I held it out to her. "Dip your fingers in, and take plenty. There; now smear the stuff all over the head of my prick, baby—ah, that tickles. Now, right on down the shaft, to make it real slippery. Not too much, darling—or you'll make me come before I even get started fucking you.
"Delicately, her hand oiled my cock from tip to stem, greasing the stiff meat liberally, and Kim seemed delighted to play with the rod, very interested in the feel and shape and heft of it She said, "Can I really get this big thing inside me, right up into my pussy, like your tongue was?”
"You can," I said, and pushed her back so I could pack more grease around and into her tiny snatch. Taking a pillow, I placed it beneath her ass. I was ready to take the girl's cherry.