Chapter 1
Granny McCoy looked about as much like a granny as I look like one of them men from Mars I've seen in the comic books.
She'd taught all us kids in our family to swim at the deep hole in Coon River where it flows through our family's property, some of the finest farm land in Coon Hollow or anywhere else, I guess.
So there was nothing unusual about Granny being down at the swimming hole with Abner and me; we'd been going skinny dipping with Granny ever since either one of us could remember. What was unusual that day was I woke up after a nice nap in the shade beside the swimming hole to discover Abner fucking Granny right there on the grass beside me.
Of course I didn't tumble instantly to what was going on; I was only fourteen and had never actually seen two humans fucking before, although I was so overgrown all the kids in our Coon Hollow school called me Tarzan and I looked older. Fact is, I thought at first they were just wrestling again the way Granny had wrestled with us boys for years.
But then I seen Granny actually wasn't trying to do a thing to throw Abner off the top of her; she was only wriggling her ass and kind of groaning, low like, as she lay there on the grass beside me with her knees up and spread wide apart with Abner between them over her. As I raised my head up and blinked the sleep out of them more so my vision sharpened, I was startled suddenly to see Abner's stiff cock appear, then disappear again as he hammered it in and out of Granny's cunt. That part of his cock I kept getting glimpses of as it appeared and instantly disappeared again was coated with foamy white stuff that glistened wetly in the late afternoon light and reminded me of calf slobbers.
Granny's cunt was no mystery to either one of us because, like I've said, she'd skinny dipped there in that secluded hole at the bend in Coon River since we'd been big enough to learn to swim and when we'd had growing boys' questions about differences between boys and girls, Granny'd always shown us the answer to whatever we'd been wondering about. Lots of times while the three of us had been laying there on the grass beside the swimming hole drying off in the warm summer air, Granny'd lay on her belly between Abner and me so her big, ripe, full, lusciously heavy tits hung down and she'd have Abner stick his head in under one of her arms and me stick mine in under the other and each of us would lay there sucking one of her tits while she talked, answering some question one or the other of us had asked. After we'd sucked her tits a while and she'd wriggled her ass and rubbed her belly against the grass under her it usually seemed to get hard for her to talk for a while. She'd kind of gasp and pant and moan like she was having some sort of spell and she'd break off talking altogether for a couple of minutes, sometimes, and just lay there wriggling her ass with her eyes clenched shut tight and her face looking kind of drawn, like she was sort of in pain or something. Then she'd start talking again all of a sudden, answering some question or telling us a story, and she'd talk a while and then have another of them spells, like, when she didn't seem able to talk or do anything except wriggle her ass and groan.
The very first time she'd ever done that with Abner and me, I guess neither of us was more'n four or five, just learning to swim, and when we seen that very first spell take Granny we both got scared and stopped sucking her tits. She'd almost yelled at us, her voice sounding strange, kind of tight and short of breath, and told us if we wanted to be good boys and help her we should keep sucking with all our might. So after that whenever one of Granny's spells took her, Abner and me just sucked on her tits harder because we knew our doing that was helping Granny somehow. Exactly how neither or us was too clear on, but it didn't matter because Granny'd said it was so.
I was about eight, I remember, when I began feeling a strangely exciting sort of tingling go through all of me every time Granny had one of her spells while Abner and me was sucking her luscious, big tits. And my little cock would get as rigid as a nail, just like it did when I had to piss real bad. Only instead of aching for me to turn loose of my water and relieve the pressure, when it got hard while Abner and me was sucking Granny's tits, it felt real good like nothing I'd ever felt any other time.
When we was about twelve, Granny began noticing how hard our young cocks were after we'd finish sucking her tits for her there by the swimming hole. She started sort of petting our spike-hard cocks, sort of crooning over them, while she said things about how they'd very soon be plenty big enough to do a man's work. Then she'd gotten to taking them into her mouth and sucking those young cocks of ours like we'd been sucking her tits' nipples, telling us turnabout was just fair play. Lord but her sweet mouth felt good sucking my young cock! One day Abner asked me if I thought it was possible that our sucking Granny's tits could possibly feel as good to her as her sucking his cock felt to him, so I realized that great feeling wasn't just something only I was getting from the things Granny did to me with that great mouth of hers.
Between the time I was twelve and when I turned fourteen, I shot up from the size of most other twelve year olds to about six feet three inches and got the nickname of Tarzan. But my cock didn't grow along with the rest of me; it wasn't much if any bigger when I was six feet three than it had been when I was twelve before the rest of me started growing so fast. Abner's cock looked twice as big as mine and I got to thinking I'd been deformed. I got so self-conscious about my runt-sized cock I stopped going skinny dipping whenever any of the other Coon Hollow boys were going to be around and I'd have died before I let one of the girls see my deformity.
So I didn't have any of the adventures Abner began having before he'd even quite turned fourteen when he got his first fuck from one of the neighbor girls, Sara Hatfield. Every time he bragged about it, I hated his guts, yet hearing him tell about it created a strange excitement in me so that I couldn't wait for him to tell his story again. I worried myself to sleep a lot of nights, wondering if I'd ever find a girl anywhere with a cunt so tiny my undersized cock would fill it and feel good to her.
If it hadn't been for Granny's sweet mouth and me knowing how good and tight she could make it feel to my runty cock, I might've just shot myself. Before I turned fourteen I began shooting hot stuff into Granny's mouth whenever she'd suck my cock and that really felt greater than anything else I'd ever experienced. I fell in love with her, even if she was my own granny, and decided when I was a little older I'd get up enough nerve to ask her to run away with me somewhere to a place where no one'd know she was my granny, so there'd be no fuss about her and me getting married.
So when I woke up there and realized Abner was fucking Granny like I'd had dreams about doing, I felt more terrible than I'd ever felt in my whole life. I hated him and I hated her for letting him fuck her ahead of me. I wanted to bawl and I wanted to kill Abner. Only I was too big to bawl about anything anymore, so the only thing I could do was kill Abner to relieve the pressure I felt.
I grabbed Abner by the hair of his head and one leg and jerked him up. His rigid cock came out of Granny's cunt with a sucking sound like a cow's foot coming out of the wetly clinging grip of bog ground. His cock was geysering come-juice, like I'd seen it do when Abner and me jacked off together sometimes, trying to outdo each other with how far we could make our cocks shoot those hot juices.
I raised Abner up over my head, set to try to break his damned back by slamming him against the thick trunk of the big old tree casting the nice shade we'd been laying in. But before I could slam him into the tree trunk, something wetly hot and delicious closed abruptly around the head of my mini cock and turned me so weak I almost dropped Abner.
I glanced down kind of helplessly, having to struggle just to keep Abner hoisted there over my head, and found Granny nursing away on my cock like it was stick-candy. When she seen me looking down at her, she took her mouth away from my cock to say quietly, "Put Abner down, Lukey. What got into you?"
Sounding like a sniveling little kid on the brink of tears, I blurted out, "It's no fair, him fucking you. He's fucked the Hatfield girls and no telling how many others, but you may be the only woman in the world who'll ever bother with my runty little-"
Granny cut in on me right there, declaring, "Don't talk crazy, Lukey! Gals'll pull hair and claw each other fighting over you once you just learn to use your male equipment. And I got more'n enough for a dozen men, or more, so Abner ain't stole a thing away from you or done nothing to give you cause to go mad-dog foamy-mouthed. Put him down and we'll talk about this, like we've always talked 'bout everything."
I yelled, "Even you like a big-cocked man best, so you fucked Abner when you've never ever made no move to fuck me!"
"I never made no move to fuck Abner, neither," Granny chuckled, straightening before me but still gripping my tingling cock affectionately in one hand. "He come at me like he probably come at that Hatfield gal. I let him go at it so I could study on what he was doing wrong and begin giving him; some learnin' on what a woman really likes a man to do, instead of just using her belly for his punchin' bag. And when you was ready, I figgered to learn you too. Only I wanted you to make the first move in that direction, not me. I don't figger it's fittin' for an older woman to like rape a boy, no more'n it's fittin' for an older boy or man to rape a little gal. Sex is supposed to pleasure both parties, not just one. So both parties got to be ready and wanting it."
"Lordy, but I'm ready and been ready!" I gasped, the good feeling of Granny's loving hand on my cock having built a breathless pressure inside me from my throat down to my lower belly.
"Then put Abner down so I can learn you both your first lesson," Granny directed.
I set Abner back down on his feet. His cock had finished spurting come-juice but still looked almost as hard as if that had never happened, still looked about twice as big around or thick and twice as long as mine. I knew how Abner envied my height and weight, but I felt I'd gladly trade for being only half his height and weight if only in exchange I could own a cock the size of his. To me it looked like a real beauty; I couldn't blame Granny or Sara Hatfield for the way they'd gone for it.
Just then Granny broke in on my envious thoughts, announcing, "A man with a small cock who knows what he's up to can pleasure a lot more woman than most men with big cocks ever do, and that's gospel, Lukey! You listen to your granny. After your gran'pa got kilt flyin' over Germany in the big war and I left the hills and went outside to learn to help build more airplanes to take the place of that Fortress my man went down in, I learnt how few men there is who know one damned thing 'bout fucking the way a woman wants to get fucked. I read about how some heathen folk let the grannies have the pleasure of learnin' each boy to fuck proper once he gets a proper age, 'stead of just turning them out to blunder and stumble into sex as best they can, like we've always done in this country. Said the grannies felt better, stayed younger, because the learnin' they gave the boys helped keep their juices hot and flowing right so their whole body stayed younger. And when the boys was passed on to the girls, they'd had like on-the-job training and knew exactly how to please them gals best, 'stead of muddling along pleasuring mostly only themselves, like most men in this country do."
"You didn't like the way I was shovin' the hard meat to you, is that what you're saying?" Abner demanded accusingly as Granny paused for breath.
She chuckled, put a hand up to muss his hair affectionately, and murmured, "You wasn't causing me no pain, exactly, boy, but if you're willing to be learnt I can learn you to make it feel one hell of a lot better to any woman you hang that anchor of yours into."
She released her loving grip on my cock, raised both hands and cupped her luscious big tits in them, thrusting the rigid nipples Abner and I'd sucked hard so many times forward toward us as she murmured, "Most women like having a man always start with these, like having him give them a lovin' suckin' until she's had a chance to get hot enough she feels ready to rape him. That's why I been teaching both you boys how to suck tits since you was four-five years old. A man who knows how to suck tits can do more for a woman, even if his cock's no bigger'n his little finger, than a man with a cock the size of a baby's arm who thinks his big cock's all he needs. That kind usually don't take time for sucking tits or nothing else before he tries to sink his anchor, even though the woman's cunt isn't even slicked up and ready to take his cock yet."
She glanced at Abner. "Did you suck Sara Hatfield's titties any before you fucked her, or while you was fuckin' her?" She shook her head. "I reckon not."