Chapter 8
The night was warm. A fragrant, hay-scented breeze wafted in through the open window. A din of crickets made the solitude hum. The sky was bright with stars, and a half moon was just peeking above the horizon. As if by magic, the moonlight flooded Jenny's bedroom, and Carla could see as if it were daytime.
Jenny lay asleep at Carla's side, her long silky hair fanned out over her pillow, her creamy young tits rising and falling. Jenny was beautiful.
Carla leaned over and kissed her, inhaling deeply of the warm breath passing between Jenny's parted lips, sipping some of the saliva from Jenny's sweet mouth. Carla wished Jenny would wake up. Carla had lain here watching her beautiful young cousin sleep for what seemed like hours, and she was getting hornier and hornier by the minute.
She laid her head on Jenny's thighs, letting her nose rest against Jenny's furry pussy. She lay there awhile contentedly,.delighting in the sexy scent of Jenny's young cunt. Oh, Jenny, Carla thought, I wanna eat your pussy. I wanna taste you between the legs. I wanna shove my tongue up your cunt and lick you out.
Carla reached between her own legs and rubbed her pussy. She was wet down there again. Jenny's handjob had satisfied Carla for a short while, but even before Jenny had fallen asleep, Carla had started to get horny again. The events of the day had been too much.
There was Luke's big cock spurting off in her face and mouth. There was Matty's sexy bare foot rubbeing her off at the dinner table. There was her pussy-rub with Jenny while the two of them had watched Matty and Peter jerk off their huge cocks. Matty! What a cock! And then there was Scott.
Scott's hot hard cock had rubbed against her ass during that long ride to the ranch in the pickup truck. Scott's big muscular hands had squeezed her tits. Scott had eyed her all through dinner, and he'd watched her spasm under Matty's pussy-bing foot. Oh, Jesus! Scott was a hot young Carla had to have him, had to feel his big k inside her-had to fuck him soon or she'd go crazy!
Carla climbed out of bed. The fields outside stretched endlessly, soft under the moonlight and starlight. She longed to walk over them barefooted, her naked tits caressed by the sweet breezes, her naked ass and horny pussy fucked by the night air. She left Jenny's room, quietly closing the door behind her, and she tiptoed down the hallway toward the stairs. She was excited. Her she was, completely naked in a strange house, heading outside for her first nude moonlit walk. The hallway was pitch black. Carla felt her way along, heading for the shaft of dim light that shone through the open door of her aunt's and uncle's bedroom. The shaft of light cast a shiny rectangle on the solid-oak floor. Just beyond that rectangle was the stairway, Carla's goal.
As she approached the stairs, taking care to make no sound, she head whispers coming from the open bedroom. Then she heard soft whimper-ing sounds, as if Aunt Brenda were crying quietly Next she heard a low grunt. She peered inside.
Aunt Brenda and Uncle Fred stood on the bedroom floor, their naked bodies bathed in lamplight. Brenda leaned forward, her hand braced on her knees, her big tits hanging, her round sexy ass turned up high behind her. Fred stood directly behind her, his huge muscular paws gripping her ass, his enormous cock slipping in and out of her body, gleaming as if oiled.
Brenda nodded her head from side to side. Her long hair, silvery in the dim light, hung down along her cheeks. The bottom tips of her beautiful hair brushed her knees. As Fred fucked her, Brenda moved her ass in circles, screwing it backward onto his cock as he shoved in. Each time Brenda's meaty ass met Fred's hard belly they made a smacking sound between them. Fred grunted and Brenda cooed.
Carla trembled. She gripped the door frame to steady herself. Pussyjuice dribbled down her legs. Here were two grownups fucking-two professionals. Their hot cunt and cock coupled perfectly with each other like oiled, finely tuned machines. Carla was so excited she almost shed tears. She was witnessing real fucking for the first time in her life.
"Come on, Fred," Brenda whispered. "Move it faster. Come on, honey. File my clit a little bit." She wriggled her ass frantically, as if trying to spur her husband on.
Fred groaned. "Shit, Brenda, you're gonna make me come if you don't slow down your ass. you're still the hottest little filly I ever laid my eyes on."
Brenda sighed. "And you're still the toughest stud stallion who ever rode my ass. But, jeez, honey, you're getting lazier in your old age. And you always were a lazy one to begin with."
Fred gave a few quick jabs with his cock, making Brenda gasp.
"You're just getting spoiled by those two young bucks you gave birth to. All teenage boys fuck like that. Their bellies hump automatically. It's a reflex. They can fuck at high speed for hours. They could hump like crazy even in their sleep. When you get to be my age your reflexes slow down."
"Same old Fred," Brenda said. "I suppose there's some truth in what you're saying, but then, your reflexes were always a little lazy to begin with. You just get a charge out of letting me do most of the work."
Fred laughed. He slapped Brenda's sexy ass a few times. "I can't deny that I like to see you move this ass of yours. There's no more beautiful sight in the world than this ass of yours sliding itself back and forth on my cock. And nothing feels so good either. Your cunt is still just as tight and hot and juicy as the first time I slipped my cock into it."
Brenda arched her back and humped her ass back and forth on Fred's cock. Her hips continued their screwing motion. "Come on, Fred, let's fuck. All this talk of yours is getting me hotter than I
care to be."
Fred grabbed her ass again, using his hands now to help jerk his wife's cunt back and forth over his I ten-inch cock. At the same time, he let go with a j series of sharp, fast cock-thrusts. The muscles of his beautiful long body rippled under his golden j skin. His nostrils flared, and his breathing came ! hot and heavy.
Brenda cooed her appreciation. She balanced on one foot, caressing Fred's muscular legs with the sexy toes of her other foot. She stood on two feet again and braced herself, digging in for Fred's heavy assault on her cunt.
"Come on, honey," Fred muttered, "let's bring each other off. Let's make each other really feel it."
"Fuck me, Freddy," Brenda gasped. "Drive that big thing into me. Fuck the guts out of me!"
"Oh, Brenda!" Fred gasped. His loins blasted against her upturned ass. His enormous cock knifed into her.
Brenda's body shuddered as Fred's rock-hard belly slammed against her solid female ass. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," she grunted. Each of Fred's cock-thrusts knocked some of the wind out of her.
Fred's strong asscheeks dimpled each time they contracted. His huge nuts, dripping with his wife's pussyjuice, flapped at the base of his wrist-thick cock. His hot cock sawed in and out of Brenda's cunt with long, ten-inch thrusts.
Brenda swayed with the rhythm of her husband's fucking. The curves of her beautiful body were cast in sexy shadows on the bedroom wall. Into the beautiful round shadow of her ass, the straight, clublike shadow of Fred's monstrous cock thrust.
"I'm getting close," Fred muttered. "I can feel it in my nuts."
"Fuck me!" Brenda whispered. "Hard!
Quick!"
Fred's cock, which had been slicing in and out of Brenda's cunt with a swift, steady rhythm, suddenly sawed into her hot moist cunt with remarkable speed.
At the same time, Brenda's hot ass began gyrating like a fan.
"Oh, Christ!" Fred grunted.
"Mmmmmmm!" Brenda whined. "Fuck meeeeee!"
Fred's hard belly smacked against Brenda's ass. The squishing sounds made by their fucking, filled the room, along with the musky smell of hot cunt. The coupled fuckers stretched out their backs, arching them to get the last possible intensity into their fucking.
Fred rammed his cock up Brenda's cunt. He hunched forward, wrapping his muscular arms around Brenda's loins. His ass twitched.
"Ohhhhh, Brenda, I'm coming! Ohhhhh!" Tremors shook his flesh. He shot his hot jism deep into his wife's body.
Brenda whimpered. "I feel you, Fred. I feel you shooting. Mmmmmm! Beautiful! Fill me, honey! Ohhh, yeahhhh! Ooooooh! Freddy, I'm coming! Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!"
Brenda shook her longhaired head from side to side. Her body jerked, her spasming ass making short, quick humping motions. Both she and Fred appeared to be receiving a series of quick electrical shocks.
As Uncle Fred and Aunt Brenda whined deliriously with the intense sensations of their orgasms, Carla took the opportunity to pass through the shaft of lamplight flowing into the hallway. Within seconds, she was at the bottom of the stairs. She was so hot between the legs, so ex-cited in every corner of her being, that she felt as if she were floating. She imagined herself a ghost. This was all so unreal. She must be dreaming.
The scent of the hayfields outside was the sweetest aroma she'd ever smelled. It reminded her of the smell of a boy's jism-Robert's jism, Luke's jism. She wondered if maybe she wasn't smelling Uncle Fred's jism, fresh in the night air.
The half moon had risen much higher in the sky now. The Big Dipper sat on the shadowy peaks of snowcapped moutains to the north. The snowy peaks glinted fairy-like in the moonlight.
The dusty barnyard under Carla's tender feet was hard and pebbly, but Carla walked over it as if the sky had snowed down a blanket of cotton. She felt only relaxing, tingling sensations in her feet, as if warm hands were massaging them.
She was floating, most definitely floating. She Boated past the bunkhouse, heading off over the fields. The night air sucked at her raw pussy flesh, her pussy, out of excitement, had opened like a blossoming rose. The hairy lips were swollen up ike inflated rose petals. The cool tongue of the air licked up and down her inner legs. She was drenched from crotch to ankles.
Carla had gone no more than fifty yards down a grassy trail that ran along the edge of one of the hayfields when she saw a ghostly human figure coming straight at her. By the time she realized what she was seeing, the specter's arms were wrapping around her. The shock of this sudden meeting would likely have caused Carla to faint had the specter's arms not formed such a cozy nest for her bare torso. The specter's bare chest pressed hot against her tits. Carla's nipples stood up stiff, tingling at the touch of the hard male flesh.
"Where's my pretty cousin going?" Scott asked. The boy was barechested, barefooted, wearing only his jeans. The moonlight made his shiny hair glow silvery around his handsome face. His cock bulged down one leg of his jeans, throbbing under the denim as he pressed it against Carla.
Carla nestled in his arms. She trembled. She pressed her cheek against Scott's strong neck. "I couldn't sleep," she said. "I had to take a walk."
"Same here," Scott said. He played with the tender muscles of her neck and shoulders, kneading them gently between his fingers and thumbs.
Carla felt waves of relaxation spread down her arms and back. "Scott," she sighed. "Oh, Scott!"
The boy turned her head up toward him and kissed her.
Carla went limp in his arms. "I wanna fuck you," Scott muttered. "Can I fuck you, Carla?" Carla thought she'd die. "Oh, yesss, Scott, fuck me!"
"Wait here one minute," Scott said. "I'll be right back."
As Scott let go of her, Carla had to consciously catch herself to keep from sliding to the ground like a sheet. Her heart throbbed. She felt an ache inside such as she had never before experienced, She watched Scott dash off across the field like a young deer. He disappeared inside the log bunkhouse. Seconds later he reappeared in the yard, carrying a bundle of some sort. "Quick, let's go!" Scott said, catching up to Carla. He -grabbed her arm and led her down the path. "Let's trot. Matty or Peter might have woken up when I went inside to get the blanket. I don't want them following us." They trotted. Carla's tits bounced, making her even more excited than she already was. Within minutes, they arrived at their destination. Scott led her under some huge trees. The scent of strawberries filled the air, along with the sound of gurgling water. The moonlight reflected off a gently flowing river, perhaps thirty feet wide from bank to bank. Scott took her down into the water, and across to the other side, where he spread out the blanket on the sandy riverbank.
Carla sat on the blanket, looking up at her handsome cousin. He looked down at her, smiling, his big hands on his lean hips, his upper body looking like a marble sculpture in the moonlight.
Carla could hardly stand this. He was too beautiful to bear looking at. She kissed his muscular feet. She rose to her knees, hugging his loins, pressing her cheek to his flat lower belly. His huge cock throbbed against her tit, still trapped inside his jeans. She had to free it. She undid his jeans and peeled them off his ass.
Carla inhaled deeply the musky scent of young male cock. She kissed the boy's navel, then kissed her way down the dark line of hair that ran from his navel to the bushy blond hair of his groin. She buried her nose in the soft pubic hair. Scott's super-thick cock twitched against her hps. The length of the big cock jerked under the fabric of his jeans leg. Carla gripped the top of his pants firmly and peeled them down the rest of the way. Scott's big cock sprang out and whopped her in the jaw. For a moment, Carla actually saw stars.
Scott kicked the jeans off his feet. Hands on hips, he stood proudly in front of Carla, displaying to her his mammoth cock and the whole of his beautiful adolescent body. His wondrous prick stood up nearly vertical, throbbing under the moonlight. His swollen nuts moved restlessly in their sac.
Carla fell at his feet and wrapped her arms around his ankles. She imagined herself a slavegirl bowing down before her master, knowing that he was going to take his pleasure on her naked body. She kissed his feet again, then kissed her way up his smooth, muscular legs. When she reached his crotch, she buried her nose under his nuts. The dark, moist scent of her lover's nuts made her dizzy. Her tongue came out, and she licked the boy's sweaty balls. She was close to coming.
Scott sighed. He reached down and filled his hands with her black hair, running long, ropelike bundles of it through his fingers. "Beautiful hair. Beautiful girl. Pretty, naked little filly. Nice tits. Nice ass. Sweet, sexy little mouth. Cousin Carla." Scott spoke these words as if reciting a poem.
"I love you, Scott," Carla muttered. She couldn't help herself. Never in her life had she felt so warm and secure. She was going to marry Scott. Some way she was going to marry him. And they'd spend their entire lives making love. They wouldn't eat, wouldn't sleep, wouldn't do anything else- Just make love.
She gripped his enormous cock in her two hands and forced her gaping mouth down over the head. The big spongy mushroom almost burned the roof of her mouth. Her tongue fluttered against the underside of Scott's cockhead.
Scott groaned. His prick jumped, nearly lifting Carla off the ground. "Goddamn, Carla," he whispered, "you hit the right spot. Wiggle your tongue right there. That's where it feels best."
Carla cooed, pleased that she was giving her stud what he needed most. Her tongue went crazy, churning hard against the pleasure spot on the underside of Scott's dick. Meanwhile, she did her best to bob her head up and down over the boy's cock. The cock was so big that it was nearly dislocating her jaws. Her jaws ached. Her throat ached. Her mouth was being stretched all out of shape. But Carla loved it. Loved the pain because she knew she was giving her lover pleasure.
Warm cum rolled down Carla's throat. The taste made her lightheaded, as if the boy had an intoxicating nectar bubbling out of his cock. She savored the delicious cum, aware that it came from inside her lover's hot, aching loins. The cum was an expression of his excitement, an expression of his need for her.
He wanted her! She was his nubile young slavegirl. And he wanted her! He needed her! She would lay her naked young body before him like a sacrifice, and he would enjoy her, would take her cherry once and for all. A waterfall of hot cunt-juice streamed down Carla's thighs. Suddenly, she clamped her legs together. She writhed, groaning. Her insides churned. She was coming!
Spasms gripped her loins. Her body shuddered. She held on to Scott's cock, letting her body jerk and flap as she dangled like a ragdoll from Scott's hard prick. As she spasmed, she sucked, sucked instinctively, teasing the jism in Scott's seething balls to uncoil and free itself. She whined, mad with ecstasy.
Scott's body stiffened. His abdominal muscles defined themselves like a set of moving stairs. His big hands clamped around Carla's head. His cock bloated up even fatter. A long stream of hot jism shot down Carla's throat. Then another, and another, and another. Thick, heavy, scalding bursts of it.
Carla choked. The boy was spurting faster than she could swallow. The jism was so hot that she could feel its warmth in her esophagus and on down into her stomach. She sucked even while choking. She wanted more. She'd never get enough of this stuff!