Chapter 7
I kept gobbling away at Granny's tits, but just to help matters along a little more I put one hand down between our bellies and began stroking her clitoris with two fingers, one on either side of that stiff little shaft.
So Granny had two cocks in her cunt, her clitoris getting special stimulation, and both her tits in my mouth getting sucked and tongued, all at the same time. Talk about going wild, she really did. If she hadn't been over the top of me where she was free to pull away and stop everything in case she wasn't enjoying the goings-on, I'd have been really worried. She was yelling and taking on like she really was being killed, yet seeming to enjoy every second of it and be asking for more.
Old Abner hadn't had his cock in Granny's cunt more than two minutes, should've just been getting warmed up good, when all of a sudden he started yelling too. I felt that cock of his, where it was pressed crosswise on mine in her cunt, begin pumping furiously. I knew he was coming, spraying his hot come-juice all over the insides of Granny's cunt and probably all over my cock, too. I wasn't too wild about having it on any part of me, but there didn't seem much I could do about it.
Granny acted like it added a little something more to her pleasurement. She seemed to go again right from the middle of one come straight into a new come that seemed even harder than the one just before.
So I guess Abner got to be give credit for some part in triggering off one come for Granny, even if he'd never been able to do it before alone. She was still coming hard when Abner's come petered out. I could feel the hardness of his big cock begin wilting against mine's steady hardness. Before long he backed off and let his limp dick slide out of Granny's busy cunt and Granny's cunt snapped back tight and nice around my cock like his cock had never been in her with mine. Talk about owning a piece of equipment worth bragging on!
Granny didn't seem to miss Abner's cock one bit. She kept right on riding me without missing a stroke. After Abner pulled out and left her and me alone together again, Granny come three times more, one right after the other. And after the distraction of having Abner's cock in her cunt crosswise of mine had ended, I began being aware again of the load of feeling building inside me.
I finally came right with Granny when she triggered off her last come. Lord, but I thought maybe I was actually dying, it felt so terrible good and so near actual pain. I felt like the whole head of my cock must've blown off, that's how hard I come. And I couldn't of come no closer to clean blacking out without doing it. For a time I even lost all track of Granny, except her cunt around my cock. And I lost track completely of all else. I felt like all the bone and muscle in me was being rendered down like pork lard into more juice to be spurted out through whatever was left of my cock into Granny's cunt, which seemed to drink all of it up like sand drinks up water.
When I finally finished coming and come back to knowing there was still more in this creation than just my cock in Granny's cunt, I found Granny holding herself up off me on trembling arms and legs, looking done-in complete. When she seen my come was ended, she sighed kind of and just collapsed on top of me as limp as a wet blanket. She laid there on my chest and belly panting like a dog that's been out run and out smarted by a fox and worn to a frazzle. I realized she and me both was lathered with sweat. I could feel my come-juice and probably Abner's all churned up likely with a lot of Granny's too now oozing out of her cunt. It seeped down over the roots of my cock and my balls and clear on down into the crack of my ass and over my asshole. Knowing Abner's juices was mixed into it give me a feeling of wanting as quick as possible to get back in the swimming hole to get myself washed off. If I could find enough strength to move, whenever Granny finally rolled off of me.
After a bit, Granny's panting quieted down to just hard breathing. That quieted too after another while. Suddenly I heard her murmur, "That's got to've been the greatest tongue job and fuck I ever enjoyed in the whole history of my times as a woman, sweet lover Luke. You know there was a time somewhere along during that trip to heaven I got this terrific feeling like you'd for actual fact sprouted two cocks and had both those cocks in me, one going in from one direction and the other from another. Lord, what a feeling that give my cunt! Never been pleasured with anything even close to the goodness of whatever it was you done to me. It was like I'd fainted, the feeling was so great, only right through it all I still knew about the terrific things going on in my cunt and to my tits in that great mouth of yours. You sure are an artist natural born, the talent you got for making great love to a woman, Luke, boy. If I died right now, I'd die happy I got to enjoy a fuck like that before my time finally ran out 'cause not many women ever have."
Just then I heard Abner speak up nearby, though I couldn't turn my head enough to see him with Granny using me for a mattress like she was. Abner said, "I tried to make Luke stop what he was doin' to you, Granny. I tole him the way you was screechin' it was plain he'd done somethin' to you that was pure killin' you. But he wouldn't stop. He was just like a horny old rooster fuckin' a dead hen, no feeling whatever about what was happenin' to you. You oughta-"
"Shut up, jughead!" Granny raised her head off my chest abruptly and yelled at Abner, cutting him off. "You had a chance to study what's got to be the world's greatest natural talent in the art of woman lovin', but it's obvious you never learned a thing. When a man fucks a woman, especially when he's he-man enough, it don't bother him letting the woman be on top where she can stop anything that don't pleasure her none. The more the fuckin' pleasures her the louder she's likely to yell 'cause he's pumped her insides so full of good feelings it's close not quite, but close to being painful. You got that plain now, Abner?"
"But you sounded like-" Abner began, like to argue it.
Granny cut him off again, snapping, "You think I was being hurt but just won't admit it or somehow don't know it? You listen, boy! You show me a gal or woman what don't take on some like that while she's getting fucked and I'll show you a gal or woman what ain't being greatly pleasured by the fuckin' she's getting. Hear?"
"You're just partial to Lukey," Abner whined accusingly.
Granny reared back, sitting completely upright but still astride me, my slowly wilting cock still in the loving grip of her slippery cunt, so she could really fix her eyes on Abner as she came back at him. "If I'm partial, it's because Luke listens when I tell him something, then tries to do like I say without no back-talk. And that's the only way any man ever can learn to be a great lover is to listen when a woman tells him about what she likes and how she likes it and all. There's no man can get to be a great lover 'less some woman's learnt him and he's been smart enough to listen to what she's said while she was learnin' him. Only a woman knows what really pleasures her; no man can do anything only guess except she tells him and he listens. Either a man learns that, or he goes on all his life bein' nothing but a clod on one end of a cock he's never learnt a thing about usin' right. Any man wants to learn to fuck good, he's first got to learn to listen good."
"I listen good," Abner protested.
"Sure you do," Granny snapped. "To all the wrong folks."
"What's that mean?" he demanded.
"You listen to fellers your own age, or older, maybe," Granny said instantly. "Maybe you even listen to older men. But you never did think about listenin' to no gal or woman you hoped to fuck or maybe actually was fuckin'. No, you're the big man swinging the big cock that's supposed to be the only answer needed to everything 'tween you and any female. Nothin' no female human could say interests you 'cept, 'Victuals is ready!' Everythin' else you think you know more about than her, so you never listen. But a woman's own body, and her cunt and tits in particular, she knows more about than any man ever can live long enough to know if he lived three lifespans. So a man has to listen to her or he stays ignorant and fucks like a stupid animal, not like a woman-lover. You got that, boy?"
"Never heard no one else say a thing like that," Abner declared, sullen-like.
"Of course not, 'cause you've never listened only to other fellows and men," Granny said sharply. "And none of them knowed much more than you. No man, regardless his age, ever learns much about woman 'cept if he gets smarter'n most men ever get and starts listenin' to women. Only a woman can ever teach a man about women, and most men live a whole life without learnin' even that much. So what do you expect they can learn someone else? I'll tell you what; only their own complete and total ignorance about women. That's what they learn you younger ones. That's all they can learn you. They got nothing else. Just men's unending supply of complete and total ignorance 'bout womankind. And all because they always listen to other men but never to a woman."
"You're just partial to Lukey," Abner repeated, like he hadn't heard a thing Granny'd said. Then like to keep her from saying more, he wheeled away, sprinted back to the swimmin' hole and went diving in.
"Like talkin' to a barn wall!" Granny muttered as she sat watching him go. Then she stood up, my cock coming out of her cunt with a sound something like a cow's foot coming out of bog ground.
Then Granny chuckled. " 'Least he got me riled enough it brung my strength back." She glanced down at me with a loving smile, murmuring, "For a time, there, I wasn't right sure you hadn't fucked me to death. But I knew if you had, I was ready to go happy."
She reached a hand to me, offering a pull to help me up, declaring, "We're the ones could use another swim. Come on. Then I gotta get back to the house and help your ma get started on evening victuals."
That night at supper I was feelin' like a bare-assed jaybird. Bessie was watching me closely. I kept looking away but it didn't do no good, my eyes kept goin' back to Bessie just like they was magnetized. She wrinkled her nose at me, then she winked. I wasn't at all sure what she was tryin' to say by that wink, but I had a hunch it was sort of a promise. I looked at Daisy June and found she was looking at me that same way. I had an idea that those two knew more than I thought. It was like those two to have been hid out in the brush somewhere watchin'.
When supper was over I suddenly found myself feeling weak in my legs, like I'd done a hard day's plowing-really beat. Pa was watching TV an' ma was watchin' the girls clean up supper dishes. I didn't figure my disappearin' would be noticed. So I slipped away, headin' for my room, where I lay thinking about that wad I'd put in Granny's cunt. Finally, I must have dropped off to sleep.
I was dreamin' about having my cock licked by a beautiful young gal and it was about to blow my mind with the storm of feeling it was kicking up in my tingling cock. Then an idea went flashing through right on the edge of my dream, threatening to wake me from this wild sensation. It was like a fire alarm, warning that I must be about ready to trigger the pumps that would turn my dream into a wet one. My sleepy mind struggled, trying to reject that possibility as preposterous, an impossibility after all the action of the afternoon just past. But the pressure of erotic sensations kept building, no matter how impossible it seemed. Finally I tore myself out of the foggy dream.
It wasn't no dream at all! There was someone in bed with me. A soft, warm girl someone. Still sleepy, I exclaimed, "What the hell-" A soft hand clapped over my mouth. The mouth that had been licking my tingling cock abruptly stopped. Then I heard a tense, whispered, "Sh-h-h-h-h!"
I brought my hands up and felt the shadowy form I could faintly see over me in the darkness. It looked like a mighty good hunk of female. I found the tits; they were a lot bigger than Granny's, much firmer and warmer, too. Memory flashed through of my surprise at supper table when for the first time I really noticed how big sister Bessie's tits had become. A trembling started zinging through me, a feeling of excitement even more breathless than any I'd felt before, I knew this had to be Bessie. I felt her shiver as if in answer to my excitement.
Then she moved again, turning herself above me to bring her head from my cock up near my ear. She straddled me, putting her head down, and whispered, "Do you know who this is, lover?" I pressed those ripe, full tits together between my hands, brought the nipples to my mouth and sucked in. That brought a sharp, low gasp from her. I sucked and licked those luscious nipples for a moment, then drawed my mouth away far enough to whisper, "You're a girl!"
That brought a slow giggle, then a teasing whisper demanding, "How did you ever guess?"
I sucked the nipples of those delectable tits in again. That brought a groan of pleasure from her. I gave them another good licking and sucking for a moment, then freed my mouth again to say, "You taste mighty like a girl." Suddenly I felt her lower her cunt in the darkness till it came into careful contact with my rigid cock and then on downward against it until my cock was sandwiched between our bellies. She started rubbing her cunt back and forth against my rigid rod.
She whispered, "You not only taste like a boy, you feel like a man, brother."
She pulled her tits away from my hands and brought her lips down against mine. I thrust my tongue through my lips into hers. I felt it surprised her, but she opened her mouth almost instantly in eager welcome to it. I could tell from the way her tongue met mine that she was having a new experience. She obviously liked it. Then she suddenly let her whole weight come down on top of me, plastering her hot cunt against my hard cock, as her arms went around me. She hugged me fiercely, as if trying to stick us together. Her tongue began thrusting into my mouth, shyly at first but with growing confidence and daring as the embrace continued. She suddenly broke the long kiss to demand, "Why'd you have to go an' fuck Granny first, instead of me?"
Surprised, I asked, "How'd you find out about that?"
"Never mind, I know what's goin' on around here. Besides, Granny looks like the cat that got the canary," she commented.
"Now, don't take on about Granny, Bessie; you want to spoil our fun?"
"No, but I'm your sister. No one ought to be closer to you than me. I can make it lots better for you than Granny can, anyway."
"I don't think pa would look at it that way," I said. Then added, "Granny is old enough to do as she pleases about such things, and she doesn't have to worry about getting pregnant."
"I don't have to worry about that, either; the county social worker gives us girls pills and stuff we need just for the asking."
"Is that a fact!" I exclaimed. "Does pa know about it?"
"No, pa doesn't, and don't you tell on me, brother."
"Don't be dumb, big sister. I'm in this deeper than you are," I answered. "Speaking of deeper, if you want to get fucked, we're wasting an awful lot of good time just talking." I ran both hands down her sides to her hips and raised her weight off me enough to let me slip one hand in between our bellies far enough to touch Bessie's pussy.