Chapter 16
"Look," I hissed into the girl’s ear, "Betty is going to help them make it better. Watch your brother lean-back to give her room without breaking the rhythm of his prick into your mom's pussy.”
"I see!" she answered excitedly. "Oh yes, I see—her tongue is touching Mom's cunt, licking Charlie's wet cock when it pulls partway out. Oh wow—what a far-out thing to do!”
Kim's cunt flexed around my shaft, and her fingernails dug into my thighs, her delicate little ass swinging in short, avid arcs. She felt terrific, the slick membranes of that junior pussy doing strange things to my embedded meat, but I had fucked so much earlier that it was going to take a long time to make me come now. With her, I stared at my wife licking the boy's stem and balls, then trying to do them both together, the steaming cunt and the shaft at the same time. It must have been one hell of a wild sensation for the fucking couple, and I knew that I'd have it done to me, sooner or later.
"I'm coming with them," Kim hissed. "C-coming with them—oh—oh! Look at the way Charlie's balls jump around. Oohh! He's shooting his hot juice up inside Mom's pussy, isn't he? And she's wiggling on his cock, shaking her ass and humping him like she's making it, too—oh, lover man, Mr. Barnett—my own sweet, hard-cocked lover-daddy—fuck me hard, hard!”
Only going through the motions gently, I fed my meat in the girlish snatch as it quivered and pumped, then went lax and tender as the syrupy juices flowed heavier and hotter. The trio on the carpet went still, also, and I waited until Kim sagged in the backwash of her orgasm before gripping her tiny waist and lifting the girl from the impalement of my cock. Slowly, I raised her until my prick slipped wetly from the desperate clenching of that dainty little vagina, and moved Kim to sit beside me upon the couch.
“There's plenty of time for everything," I told her. "And I know you want to be with the others, too. Baby, when we get down there with them, you just do anything you want, anything that comes to mind, and well all love it.”
Then I left her, to move down with my wife and her pair of lovers, male and female. She still had her head tucked between their bellies when I lay down behind the twin mounds of her round ass and fed my slippery cockhead between the cheeks, reaching down with it to tickle the dripping lips of her black-haired snatch.
Betty pulled her head away then, turning her face to look over one shoulder. She rolled her ass to help me probe for the opening of her ready pussy, all juiced up from the reaming Charlie had given it only minutes before, and said throatily, "Hello, darling.”
"Hi, Wife," I said, and shoved my cockhead deeply into the familiar but wonderfully exciting depths of her pussy, reaching it full length into the hotly grasping ripeness and bringing my balls to rest in the beguiling cleft of her ass.
Betty said, "Fuck me and make me hit it, darling— but try not to come right away, please? I want to do something to you, for you, since you've been so sweet.”
“I’ll take my time," I promised, "but your cunt is so hot and slick, I don't know how long I can hang tight. Betty—ahh, Betty; you're fucking better than ever now,”
"I know," she panted, hiking back against my crotch and pumping. "So are you, Rich. I love your prick more than ever—oh, quickly now! Feed me that nice hard meat—shove it deep—AHHH!”
I hung on, gripping my wife's rolling hips and wondering what special trick she had in mind for me. I saw Charlie backing his dripping cockhead out of his mother's golden pussy and sitting back upon his haunches, his chest heaving up and down. Carolyn's blue eyes were blurred, and she lifted to her elbows to watch what I was doing to Betty. But that was all over, because my passionate wife gave a deft twirling of her crotch that snapped my hard shaft neatly from her snatch with a wet noise.
Betty came to her knees then, moistened her lips and said to Charlie, "Darling—you won't mind sitting this one out, at least until your strength comes back? Fine; then the rest of us can give Bach a good going over, our own way. Kim! Kim, baby—come on over here and join us. We want you and need you.”
The girl left the couch hesitantly, not trying to cover her immature little body with her hands, but uncertain as to what was wanted of her, and she looked beautiful, the reluctant almost-virgin moving to her next experience.
My wife pushed against my chest and made me lie down upon my back. My well-used prick was standing straight up, its swollen head polished and red, oiled by the juices from two searing cunts and ready for the third lubrication, eager for the release of the semen that was now stretching the storehouse of my hairy balls.
“Tell you what," Betty said, “I’d like to go down on my husband now, but I wish you two would help me—Carolyn, Kim, if you'd take turns on Rich's prick with me?”
"Of course," Carolyn breathed, kneeling beside my wife and smiling down at me. "It's been quite awhile since I tasted that big cock—too long, I think”
And little Kim hunkered down at my other hip, saying softly, "I've done it before, and I know how.”
"Sure you do," Betty said. "We'll just go one after the other, as if we're playing a game. And Rich—you close your eyes and keep them like that; no fair peeking. See if you can guess who finally makes you come.”
Damn, I thought; I didn't care which one of them made me come, because it was going to be a fantastic experience, having three different women sucking on my tender prick, laving it with their tongues, chewing gently upon the shaft and teasing the glans until it could take no more stimulation and blew off into somebody's gulping throat.
But just for the hell of it, I'd play the game and try to guess. I closed my eyes and waited, feeling hands all over my lower body as they started in, knowing the kiss of searching fingers and the teasing, the adoring probe of them beneath my sac and into the twitching crack of my ass. A fingertip prodded against my hole, and I thought: that's Betty—but then I realized that Carolyn had once done the same thing to me, and that maybe little Kim was experimenting.
Someone was rubbing my lower belly, and somebody else was squeezing the root of my prick, while another set of hands was between my veed thighs, caressing them delicately. They were sure as hell taking their time and making a production of it, I thought, as I reveled sensuously in the fondling.
I felt hot breath upon my stretched cockhead and shivered; then there was the feather-light drifting of lips along the shaft, and I drew a deep breath as somebody's mouth pulled one of my balls into its hot cavity. Their faces must be pressed close together, I thought in a warm and happy daze, and I felt the silken caress of their hair upon my skin, the touch of a nipple here, the pressing of a warm globe there.
The center of adoration, I was lifted beyond my mere physical self, so that I seemed to be floating above the scene and looking benignly down upon it—yet my body was intensely involved, every nerve end aroused, every inch of my skin alert and anticipating the next touch. They were worshipping my body, making an altar of my flesh, and I gladly gave myself up to the sacrifice.
A pair of lips pressed upon my glans, then flitted away; teeth nipped at the skin beneath my shaft, and moved on; a tongue caressed my flanged cockhead and made my asshole snap tight. Then another tongue—or was it the same one?—licked over my knob, clinging there hotly, wetly, drawing vibrant electric thrills upward from my packed balls. The mouth closed over my prick, slid hungrily down the shaft, a tongue lapping and curling, and I thought— this one is Carolyn; she has that certain twisting of the tongue.
But the method of sucking seemed different from that I recalled, when Carolyn had eaten my prick, and I shook my head, fighting the inclination to open my eyes and see who was going down on me at the moment. Each of the women had only done it to me once, I remembered, not even certain of that much, because there had been those mad tangles that were only ecstatic blurs.
There—they had changed places, and a new mouth was slipping up and down on the turgid meat of my prick, a different tongue was tingling over my tortured cockhead. Inner cheeks dipped in and lifted out, and my crotch arched upward, my fingers clawed into the carpet, because now so damned many things were happening to me at once—my. balls were being sucked, the base of my shaft was being licked, and that pulling, drawing, suction upon my cockhead, that velvet cupping of an avid throat—
I tried to think of other things, the ranch work, the tractor still squatting zonked out in the field, the cattle that had to be fed and given shots, the weather-but none of it was working; the enchanted sensations were coiling within my aching balls like steel springs* being tightened beyond their capability, and something would have to snap before too many more seconds passed.
There was a short period of cool air upon my pulsating knob, a brief moment of respite before other lips closed around it. Whose mouth was siphoning upon my prick now—which throat was so eagerly reaching for the tip, whose tongue was that wrapping around my cockhead? Probing tongue into my slit; sucking cheeks around my glans—sweet, hot rhythm growing and expanding until I couldn't take it for a moment longer.
The cheeks of my ass drew tightly together, and I hunched upon the fingertip that had somehow slipped greased into my hole. My balls jerked insanely upward, and the entire shaft of my maddened prick swelled as suddenly expelled juices went roaring up its long channel to thunder a blistering hosing of ejaculating semen into the sucking, caressing mouth.
Still, I didn't open my eyes; I couldn't. Whirled and tossed in the delicious throes of an overwhelmingly magnificent orgasm, I came wildly, pumping my innermost liquids furiously into some woman's gulping mouth, splattering the thick cream against the back of her swallowing throat. It was beautiful and joyous, all my senses roaring in rapture, my head spinning as spurt after rich spurt flooded the mouth and drowned the tongue. I ground the stem of my shuddering prick against a ring of sharp teeth, relishing the extra stimulation of the slight pain.
They didn't stop. They kept at me, hands and lips and tongues, and even though I tried to roll weakly away from them, the women continued to work upon me, exchanging mouths around my prick, trying to suck me completely dry, attempting to melt my backbone and draw it out through the spitting head of my cock. Gasping, I pushed against a head and nudged a thigh against a cheek. Relenting, the voracious women let me go, and I panted in relief, knowing something of what it might be like to be devoured alive.
When at last I opened my eyes, I saw them sitting back—the long, slim blonde licking her lips, the rounded brunette touching the tip of her tongue into the corner of her mouth, the gamin face of a redhead with wet lips.
The game we had played had no meaning beyond that of love, and perhaps that was what my wife had intended to show me, for it no longer mattered to me which of them had taken my load of semen and swallowed it. Three women had tenderly demonstrated their love for me, their genuine adoration of my stiff prick, and the final release had been only part of the magnificent overall gratification. I loved them all.
I told them so. "Carolyn, Kim, Betty—I love you."
My wife's smile was filled with warmth and understanding. "We know, darling. Now, if you want to rest awhile, well see to our Charlie.”
I wanted to rest, to take it easy, so I climbed wobbly up and went around them to plop down upon the couch, stretching my legs and seeing my cock wither. I was tired, but with a good kind of weariness, a relaxing that was better than standing in a hot shower after a long and dusty day in the fields. And I realized that I'd never lose interest in these lovely, completely, different women who were alike only in their passionate needs, and in a mutual willingness to slake the urges of others.
The kid was ready again, his prick hardened by seeing what had been done for me, and he was kneeling there with that young shaft poking out from his flat belly. His mother gave Kim a little push, moving the girl toward her brother, so Charlie could get himself a sample of a pussy entirely new to him.
They came together calmly, but I could see Kim's near-moundless nipples rising and falling quickly, and when the boy pressed his stiff cock against the satin skin of her belly, she clung to him, holding him close as their mouths met and their tongues introduced themselves. They were a beautiful pair of kids, both so young and smooth, their bodies lithe and burnished, sighing together as Kim slipped beneath her brother and spread her thin thighs to take him between their softness.
Charlie held to his sister's slight mound for only a moment, before grabbing his cock and steering the glistening head down into the lightly furred resilience of that sweet little pussy. Kim met it with a small cry of joy, hiking her dainty ass and thrusting her hungry crotch against her brother's questing cockhead. The boy grunted with surprise at the tightness of her tiny snatch, but he was experienced now, and worked to settle his prick into the slickened vulva, into the eager heat and dampness.
“Tight," he panted, "you're so tight, Kim.”
“Push harder," she said, catching the cheeks of his ass and pulling him into her arching body. "Come on, Charlie—push harder. My pussy has taken a bigger prick than yours; it'll stretch.”
"Oh wow," the boy said. "You're kind of sucking me inside your cunt—oh wow—”
As his stiff rod slid deeper into that darling, tiny cunt I had broken in for him, I felt happy for the kid, for his going to get himself another superb piece of ass, one that would be even better because it belonged to his younger sister. And in a way, I envied Charlie, because he could fuck the two women who were closest to him, Kim and his mother. But the envy quickly passed, because those same gorgeous cunts were also available to me, just as my wife's juicy pussy was always open to him.
I would be eternally grateful to the boy, not only for having the courage to first get into Betty, but also for then sharing his family with me. I watched his rod disappear into the narrow, slippery sheath of Kim's snatch, and saw them fucking, blending one with the other in what would be only the first joining of that prick within that exquisite little cunt.
And not far from them, I saw my wife and Carolyn Jessup moving together, hands cupping breasts, their furry mounds stroking each other, long, slim legs twining greedily with round, plump legs. They were screwing almost as if one of them was a man, I thought, but somehow with more tenderness and appreciation. First Betty was on top, then Carolyn, and I knew they were thrusting their clits together, grinding their thrillingly haired crotches, and I saw the hypnotic, circling, rhythm of their polished asses.
I wasn't forgotten, for when I looked down at little Kim, she smiled over her brother's shoulder at me, her purple eyes promising me all the rapture she could give, when my turn came with her. And when I glanced back at the fucking women, my wife caught my eye; Betty nodded, and lifted one hand away from Carolyn's surging ass to signal me to join them.
My cock was still soft, but now there was a slow thickening taking place inside it, and my balls stirred as if telling me they'd soon be ready, so I got up and walked over to the women, pausing only to pat Charlie's pumping ass before he came. The women parted to welcome me, and I knew both their lovely bodies, but I also knew both of them would always be new.