Chapter 10
The sun hadn't even peeked over the horizon when Jenny shook Carla awake. Ten minutes later, dressed in bluejeans and a yellow T-shirt, Carla sat at the breakfast table across from a sleepy-eyed Matty and a grinning Scott. Carla herself couldn't help but grin. It had been quite a night!
Breakfast was steaming oatmeal, topped with strawberries and cream. Carla shovelled it down. The best breakfast she'd ever tasted! She'd worked up an appetite, wrestling with Scott until just a few hours ago. Surprisingly, however, after almost no sleep, and after a physically taxing night, she felt fresher than she'd ever felt after getting out of bed. Must be all the jism Scott had shot down her throat and up her cunt, she thought. The tasty boycream was like some kind of magic elixir. From now on, jism would be as essential to her survival as water, fresh air, and sunshine.
Fred got up from the table. Off to town on an errand, he said. Brenda had all sorts of work around the house and barn to take care of. Scott left the kitchen with his father, discussing some cattle that had to be checked on out on the range. Matty mysteriously disappeared, much to Brenda's annoyance. The boy always disappeared when there were chores to be done.
Jenny turned to Carla. The two of them had been left sitting alone at the table. She stroked her bare foot against Carla's bare foot. She held Carla's hands. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, the two girls kissed. Jenny's mouth tasted like strawberries.
"Ready to go bareback riding?" Jenny asked, her face glowing with enthusiasm.
"Whenever you are," Carla said, stroking Jenny's pretty cheek. Carla loved Jenny almost as much as she loved Scott. Maybe that was because Jenny was Scott's sister.
Jenny pulled Carla up and led her out of the house. Ten minutes later, the two girls were astraddle a young black stallion, their bare feet caressing the stallion's glossy flanks, their long hair trailing out behind them in the breeze. They were trotting down along the river. Carla wondered if they'd passed the spot where Scott had popped her cherry last night.
Carla had never ridden a horse before. If Jenny hadn't been seated in front of her for her to hang on to, Carla knew she'd be frightened. But with warm Cousin Jenny to wrap her arms around, Carla felt nothing but excitement and exhilaration. The bouncing of the horse was making her pussy tingle. Her tits flapped. She pressed her face against Jenny's golden hair. Jenny smelled like a carnation. She nuzzled her way through Jenny's hair and kissed Jenny's tender neck.
Jenny's bare arms flashed with goosebumps. She turned her head. "If you keep doing that, you're gonna get me all horny," Jenny said.
Carla giggled. "I'm horny already," she said. "All this bouncing is making my pussy wet."
"I know what you mean," Jenny said. "I get wet down there every time I get on a horse. You know what really feels good? Riding naked."
Carla's pussy contracted. "Mmmmmm, let's ride naked," she said. She reached up under Jenny's T-shirt and squeezed Jenny's tits.
Jenny shivered.
A few minutes later the two girls were back on their horse. They'd jumped off and stripped in world-record time. Back on, Carla couldn't remember ever feeling so sexy. Here she was, stark naked, her arms wrapped around naked Jenny, her hands cupping Jenny's warm ass, her bare legs and feet rubbing against Jenny's bare legs and feet. The morning breeze wrapped around her. The warm sun licked her like a tongue. Her spread pussy pressed against the soft black coat of the stallion. As the stallion trotted, his undulating back muscles massaged her legs and open pussy. Jenny's hard nipples tickled the palms of Carla's hands as Jenny's big tits bounced. Carla had never felt so naked. She'd never felt so free. Her pussy drooled, making her horse-hair seat slippery.
"I'm gonna slide off," Carla cried.
"I know what you mean," Jenny said. "I'm about to slide off myself. Riding naked always makes me put out a lot of juice." She giggled.
Carla reached down between Jenny's legs and felt the horse's coat under Jenny's cunt.
"Oh, honey," Carla said, "you are hot, aren't you?" Before bringing her hand back, Carla slipped her fingers up and down Jenny's slippery "pussyslit. She pinched Jenny's clit, then shoved a finger up Jenny's cunt. Hot cunt juice showered her hand.
Jenny sighed. "Carla, you're gonna get me so hot that I'll faint, and I'll topple right off this horse. We'll both break our necks."
Carla laughed. She slipped her finger out of Jenny's cunt and sucked the pussyjuice off her hand. "You taste just like me," Carla said, smacking her lips.
"That's because we're cousins,'* Jenny said. She pulled on the reins. "Let's get down and cool off."
Beside the river, they relaxed in the shade of an enormous old cotton wood tree. The black stallion drank.
"He's beautiful," Carla said, watching the handsome horse.
"So are you," Jenny said. "Your hair is just as black and shiny as his."
Carla smiled. The stallion had the most beautiful coat she'd ever seen. She squeezed Jenny's hand while she watched the horse lap up the cool river water. As the stallion drank, his arm-length cock snaked out, nearly hanging to the ground.
"Oh, my God!" Carla said, pointing to the stallion's huge prick.
Jenny laughed. "It's a big one, all right. Even Matty doesn't have one that big between his legs. How would you like to get fucked by one that size?"
Carla shuddered, both with fear and excitement. "No thanks. It would come right out of my mouth."
"But it would really feel good," Jenny said. "Big and hot. And when he came-well, you wouldn't believe it-he shoots quarts of it."
Carla rubbed her pussy. Jenny's talk was getting her hot. "What does the stuff look like?" Carla asked.
"Thick and white and creamy-just like a guy's jism," Jenny said. "How do you know that?" Carla was astounded that Jenny knew.
"Matty and Pete are always jacking off stallions," Jenny said. "They jack off Blackie here all the time. They get all four of their hands going on his big cock, and Blackie shoots off in no time. You oughta hear him whinny when he comes. And when he shoots-God, it's like milk shooting out of a cow's udder. It just keeps coming."
Carla crossed her legs. She envisioned Blackie shooting his jism into her just as Scott had shot his jism into her last night. For a moment she had the crazy urge to present her ass to Blackie, to see if he'd mount her. But only for a moment. That big cock of his suddenly flexed, and Carla realized that the thing was longer than her arms and as big around as her ankle. It would kill her for sure. No doubt about it.
Jenny caressed Carla's tits. Her hot legs were crossed, just as Carla's were, and she squeezed them together rhythmically.
"You're horny, ain't you, Carla? Well, so am I? If I didn't know Blackie would kill us both with his big cock, I'd whisper to him to fuck us. Jesus, what I wouldn't give for a tolerable-sized prick right now!"
"Me too," Carla muttered. A vision of Scott's big sweaty cock gleaming in the moonlight passed through her mind.
At that moment, as if they'd been summoned by ESP, Matty and Peter same sprinting along the riverbank like two naked savages. Their big cocks flopped as they ran. Their long hair fanned out in the wind. They laughed giddily, chasing each other. When they spotted the two girls, their mouths and eyes gaped. They stopped running and looked at each other. Devilish grins came over their faces. As they trotted the rest of the way to the girls, their pricks, which had been hanging, flipped up in the air like stiff pokers.
"Hi, you guys," Matty said to the girls. Then he pulled Peter up next to him as if to show his buddy off. "Cousin Carla, this here is Pete."
Peter blushed.
Carla giggled. "I know. I saw him last night. He's quite a dancer! Hi, Pete."
"Hi, Carla," Peter said. The redness passed from his face, and he grinned.
Had it not been for two features, Matty and Peter could have passed for twins. Their faces, though both devilishly cute, were naturally different. And their cocks, though identical in shape, were drastically different in size. Matty's cock was at least three inches longer than Peter's, and proportionally larger in circumference. But aside from these differences, the two boys shared lean brown bodies, long wild sunbleached hair, shiny brown eyes, and impish grins.
The two boys stood with their hands on then-hips, making their stiff cocks jerk. They puffed up their chests, bellies sucked in.
"What are you guys up to?" Matty asked, looking first at his cock and then at the girls.
Jenny laughed. "We can see what you two are up to," she said, eyeing their cocks.
"Why don't you guys stand up and bend over?" Matty asked, a seductive tone in his voice. "Me and Pete will make you guys feel real good." He licked his pink lips.
Jenny looked at Carla. "Well," she said, "what do you think? Do we wanna bend for these guys?"
Carla pretended to debate the question. "Why not?" she finally said. "Let's see how much they know."
Jenny stood up, pulling Carla up with her. The two girls stood side by side. They leaned forward, bracing their hands on their knees, presenting their upturned asses to the horny boys behind them. Carla remembered Aunt Brenda standing in the same position last night while Uncle Fred fucked her. The thought made her shiver with goosebumps. She wiggled her ass in anticipation. Which boy would she get?
A hot set of thumbs spread Carla's puffed-up pussylips. A glowing cockhead pressed into the exposed flesh of her cunt. A set of hot brown arms wrapped around her. Grubby young hands toyed with her tits. The boy behind her grunted. His prick slipped straight up her cunt. She was stuffed full to bursting. It was Cousin Matty!
"Ohhhhh, yessss!" Carla sighed. In an instant, she was back in heaven, her insides prickling with the friction of cockmeat against cuntmeat, Matty's hot young belly pressed against her ass.
"She's got a tight one," Matty said. "Tighter than Mom's or yours, Jenny. How's Jenny's cunt, Pete?"
"Tight enough," Peter grunted. "She's really making me feel it. Oooooo!"
Carla and Jenny giggled. They looked at each other, grinning. Brown hands kneaded their white tits and pink nipples while hard young cocks fucked in and out of their cunts. Carla wiggled her ass, and Jenny joined her, gyrating her own. Both boys groaned, and Carla and Jenny winked at each other, wiggling their asses some more. "Oh, jeez!" Matty muttered. "What an ass!" "Oh, fuck! Shit!" Peter grunted. The two boys drove their young cocks in and out of the girls. They panted and drooled. Their hard bellies slapped against the girls' asses each time they fucked in. The girls' cunts sucked at their cocks like munching mouths, making squish -squish-squish sounds.
Blackie, the beautiful stallion, stood near the river watching them. He seemed to appreciate the scene. His flanks quivered, and his gigantic prick, still hanging nearly to the ground, flexed occasionally.
Carla watched Blackie's big cock. Every so often, she'd imagine that it was Blackie's cock fucking her cunt instead of Matty's. It wasn't hard to imagine. Matty's prick was so big that Carla felt as if she were stuffed to the limit. She couldn't take anything bigger than Matty's cock up her cunt. That was certain. Matty stretched her even more than Scott had.
The morning sun climbed'higher in the sky. The day was perfectly warm. The sky was blue. Carla could smell the river spray. This was paradise: being wrapped in the blanket of this beautiful day. Being wrapped in her hot young cousin's strong boyish arms. Being fucked giddy by her cousin's enormous cock-the thing had to be close to a foot long!
Carla whined like a she-cat. "Fuck me, Matty! Fuck meeeee! Fuck meeeee! Fuck meeeee!"
"Oh, wowwww!" Matty gasped. "Oh, wowwww!"
Peter muttered to himself.
Jenny cooed.
Matty's cock filed Carla's clit with incredible speed. Carla was amazed at how fast the pubescent youth was humping her. His ass had to be a blur. She wished she could get a look at his cock zapping her cunt. Her eyes rolled. Her toes clenched. The feeling was next to unbearable.
"Oh, Jesus, Matty!" Carla gibbered. "Oh, ooh, oh, uh, eeh!"
Beside Carla, Jenny puffed and panted. "Oh, Peter!" she sighed. "Fuck meeeeeee! Oh, Peter!
Ooooooooh!"
Blackie milled about, snorting. He looked restless. His huge prick flexed and quivered.
"Carla," Jenny gasped. "I'm gonna come! Come with me if you can. Oh, Lord! I can feel it now! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Jenny snapped her head back, whimpering. Her body shuddered.
"Goddamn!" Peter gasped. "Goddamn! Uh! Oh! Argh! I'm coming! Jesus!" As the young boy cried out his pleasure, his voice cracked. His jism shot up Jenny's cunt.
Carla clamped her cunt as tight as she could. She wiggled her ass like a belly dancer. Her feelings rushed to a peak.
"Oh, mannnnnnnn!" Matty cried. "I^jjjr gonna shoot! Uh! Uh! Ahhhhhhhh!" His monstrous cock flexed, nearly lifting Carla off the ground. His hot jism gushed into Carla's cunt.
Quarts of it! Carla thought, remembering Jenny's words about Blackie. Now Matty was shooting quarts of hot boyjism deep into her body. And he was her own cousin! She loved the thought of that too.
Carla tensed, on the verge of orgasm. She wished she could remain there forever-on the fine edge of ecstasy.
Matty fired his jism-one hot spurt after other. His hot fingers clawed Carla's ass. The citement was overwhelming. Carla gasped. She shook with orgasm.
The feelings spiraled through her cunt like a ball of sparks. The feelings passed in waves throughout her entire young body. Every inch of her teenage flesh was alive. The fuzzy down covering her smooth skin stood on end. She felt as if her skin was prickling with millions of tiny, spasming clits.
"I love it!" Carla gasped. "Oh, Jenny, I feel so good! Cream me, Matty! Shoot me full!"
Matty grunted, letting fly another barrage of hot jism.
Quarts of it, Carla thought. Quarts of it!
At that moment, Blackie reared up on his hind legs. His huge gray cock stood up stiff and straight as a baseball bat against his shiny black belly. It quivered and jerked. Blackie snorted. His jism spurted six feet into the air, landing with heavy splats in the sand just inches from the spasming teenagers.
Carla groaned. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She couldn't believe what she was feeling.
Blackie went down, kicking up sand with his forehooves. He reared up again, humping the air, whinnying. His gigantic prick contracted. White jism spurted-thick, white rockets of it. This time Carla caught it-gobs of it in the face, over the tits, down the belly and legs. The stuff was beautifully hot. She tasted some of it-much more pungent than boyjism, but jism all the same.
Carla lost control of herself completely. As her orgasm began to subside, another orgasm took its place. She was coming twice in a row. She couldn't believe it.
- Jenny and Peter collapsed on the sand.
Matty humped away at Carla, though his cock no longer spurted.
Blackie snorted, still shooting.
Carla spasmed on. Quarts of it, she thought. Quarts of it! She felt good-so very good.