Chapter 2
"The son of a bitch shit in the ventilators again," growled Frank Carney.
Sarah Carney glanced up from her bowl of cereal and gave her uncle a nervous look. She could sense, already, that this was going to be one of those days when there would be just no talking to him.
She watched as Frank paced back and forth across the kitchen, raging louder and louder with every passing moment. Her Aunt Carol was standing by the stove, saying nothing, merely shaking her head sadly.
Frank grabbed the fifty-year-old woman by the arm and turned her around to face him. "How much more, Carol, tell me that, how much more do you need?" he hissed.
"Frank, Frank, calm down, you'll give yourself a fit, acting this way," Carol Carney sighed. "What's done is done, nothing can help that, and you know it."
Her nephew glared at her, grimly. "Sure, sure, you can say that, meanwhile, I'm supposed to run this place, keep a God damn roof over our heads."
"He just made a mistake," Sarah prompted, immediately regretting she had opened her mouth to say anything.
Frank spun on his heels and glared, at the girl. "Sure, go ahead, excuse him another time," he spat, shaking his head angrily. "I'm getting tired of his mistakes, little miss, I can tell you that!"
"Well, Frank, he is an old man, you know," sighed Carol Carney, hating the fact that she had to refer to her older brother that way. "You have to make allowances for him, you know."
"That's exactly it," growled Frank, slamming his palm down hard on the kitchen table, almost upsetting Sarah's glass of milk. "He's an old man, getting older. Pretty soon, he won't know where he is anymore!"
"That's not true!" shouted Sarah, leaping up from her chair and knocking it over behind her. "Henry is getting better every day, and you know it, you're just mean and greedy, that's all!"
Frank spun on his heels and eyed his niece with a vicious, angry eye. He shook his head and smacked his fist into his palm. "You are getting a little too big for your britches around here, little miss," he hissed. "I've been noticing that for quite some time."
"I know all about what you have been saying in town," Sarah replied, not giving an inch under his threatening glare. "I know the stories you've been telling about grandpa, and I think you're hateful!"
"It might be time to take you down a peg or two, little one," warned Frank, his fingers clutching at his belt buckle. "It just might be time to teach you a little respect for your elders!"
Cautiously the girl backed around the table. Frank was slipping his belt from the loops of his pants when the door to his father's bedroom opened with a harsh creak and his father stood there in his pajamas.
"What's all the shouting about in here?" he asked in a sleep-thickened voice. "Man can't seem to get his rest around here."
All three of the other people glanced at him, and the old man ran his gaze over all of them, Taking in the mood and tension of the scene. He nodded to himself and lifted up his hand to beckon to the girl.
"Come over here to me, Sarah," he said softly, his voice warm and gentle. "Come here and give your grandpa a big hug and a kiss, will you?"
Eagerly the girl skipped over to where the old man was standing and embraced him affectionately. He hugged her to him and smiled absently as he ran his hand up and down her delicate spine.
"You were saying something about me, Frank?" Henry asked his son. Their eyes met and each of them seemed determined not to look away first. "I think if you got something on your mind, you ought to tell me about it, not go scaring little girls with the big, brave man you are!"
"Go to hell, old man," his son hissed. He glared at his aunt. "I'll be back late, don't hold dinner. And you, my little niece, you can get to work on the barn, it's a mess! I want it cleaned up before I get back."
With that he turned and left the house, slamming the screen door behind him. Henry watched his son go, the sadness in his eyes clearly obvious to his granddaughter as she gazed up into them.
"Poor old Frank, always did seem to get upset over the tiniest thing," he chuckled absently. He shook his head once more. "Don't know where he got that, not from me, maybe from his mother, though I don't remember her being that way, do you, Carol?" His sister laughed in relief, glad that the scene was over. "No, of course not, Henry, you know how sweet Lyla was," she chuckled. "Why that woman wouldn't raise her voice to the devil himself. She was as kind and considerate as you are."
The old man laughed and hugged his young granddaughter tighter to his chest. "You see, Sarah, you see how that sister of mine humors me?" he cackled happily.
"And you are too getting better," Sarah said stubbornly, wiping a strand of hair out of her eyes and stifling a sob. "I know you are Henry, Frank's just mean, that's all!"
The old man shook his head and sighed. "No, no, you mustn't think that way, honey," he told the girl. He pushed her away until he was holding her at arms length and gazed at her seriously.
"Frank's just got his own troubles, Sarah, that's all," he told her quietly. "You have to remember that you're just a little girl, honey, and your Uncle is a grown up man with all the responsibilities that entails. You musn't judge him too harshly, Sarah, you musn't do that."
The young girl sighed and nodded silently. "I'll try to remember that, Henry," she whispered determinedly. "I really, honestly will try and remember that."
The old man smiled and bent over to kiss his granddaughter's forehead. "That's my Sarah, that's my girl," he chuckled warmly. "Now you go out and take care of that barn, honey. So your uncle won't have a conniption when he gets back!"
Sarah nodded again then went out of the house and into the barn. She hated it in there, with all the smells and the waste she had to clean up. For what seemed like the millionth time in her life, she realized she wasn't geared toward farming.
When her parents died, she was only a little girl, and there were only two places she could have gone. Either to her Aunt Lois's or her Uncle Frank's. She had no idea how she ended up with Uncle Frank, but she often wished she had gone to Aunt Lois instead.
She never really felt at home here, never really felt any love or warmth from her uncle. Only her grandfather gave her the feeling of being wanted, even her great aunt didn't seem as close to her as he.
She began shoveling the waste from the floor, gasping and groaning as she lifted shovel after shovel of the dank smelling stuff. It was hard work and in a matter of a few minutes, she was sweating buckets and wondering, idly, if she could strip off some of her clothing to make herself more comfortable.
She often worked semi-nude and sometimes completely naked. It gave her a feeling of freedom not to be all bound up in clothing, and though she knew other people might think it strange, she didn't care, as long as nobody caught her at it.
She nodded determinedly, then, and quickly stripped off her shirt and the shapeless bra she had been wearing. She debated about her jeans, then tugged them free, also, leaving only her panties and sneakers on.
God, that felt so much better! She smiled for the first time all morning, it seemed, and began to hum a pleasing tune as she worked. At once the task did not appear so difficult and unrewarding and she busily did her job, now, without hating it as much.
She was working for about an hour when she felt a strange sense of being watched come over her. She looked up from her work and suddenly spun around to catch a fleeting image darting out of sight behind the barn door.
Instantly she reached for her shirt hanging over a railing and called out in an angry voice. "Okay, Jimmy Parker, you've had your little show, now quit spying on me," she growled. "I know you're out that, did you get a good look?"
A laugh came from behind the barn door, and a few moments later, a tall, thin young boy a year older than she stepped into view. He had a cocky manner, though not a way of carrying himself that was obnoxious.
"Pretty good, but you moved around too fast," he chuckled, entering the barn. "If you had stood still a little more often, I could have made a much better examination!"
Sarah buttoned up her shirt, but did not bother with her jeans, she watched as Jimmy flopped right down on a pile of hay, while she leaned against the beam in the center of the barn.
"I'm sorry, Jimmy, I certainly wouldn't want to be the one to limit your information," she said dryly. "After all, I know how steamed up you boys are at your age."
Jimmy laughed. He was used to such joking abuse from her and it did not bother him a bit. "Don't get the idea I'm drooling over you, Sarah Carney," he snorted. "I don't need to gaze at your perfect body all that much, I've seen it before!"
Sarah laughed and flopped down in the hay beside the boy. That was true enough, she'd gone skinny dipping a number of times with him, and neither of them had anybody secrets from each other.
She liked the boy, he was quite different from most of the others. Jimmy had never made any sexual overtures to her at all, aside from a couple of drunken kissing sessions they had had over the past couple of years.
She was sure that he was as virginal as she, and probably ten times hornier, yet he never forced his affections on her at all. She had often wondered about that, but somehow, had never gotten around to asking him why.
"Am I sexy to you, Jimmy?" she asked, suddenly. She turned her head to see his reaction to the question, and immediately felt the color rushing to her cheeks.
He gazed at her quizzically. "Yeah, sure, why do you ask?"
"Well, you've never tried to do anything," she said, slowly, trying to be very careful in her choice of words. "I mean, except for a couple of times, you never tried anything with me at all."
Jimmy laughed, with just a trace of bitterness in his voice. "Hell, Sarah, you aren't interested in that, anyway," he told her. "I've never felt like you cared one way or the other, and if you don't care, then all it would do is mess up our friendship, right?"
Sarah pondered the question. While it was true that pushing her into any experience would have hurt both of them, she was more intrigued by the question of what she truly wanted than anything else.
"It's not true, really," she replied after a moment. She wrapped her slender, graceful arms around her legs and drew them tight to her chest. "I mean, I've thought about it, too, you know."
Jimmy sighed, shaking his head as if he were bored with the topic. "Well, thinking and doing are two different things, Sarah," he said matter-of-factly. "And if you don't want to do anything, I always figure, why bother to start?"
Sarah couldn't argue with that, but now she was beginning to feel distinctly bothered by the subject. She had been masturbating on and off for a year now, with very little guilt, because, unknown to everyone else, she and her grandfather had talked about sex a lot.
Henry might be seventy-two years old, but her certainly didn't think like an old fuddy duddy. He had listened to Sarah's questions, and told her quite honestly and seriously that she had nothing to be ashamed of.
"The body is a marvelous thing, Sarah," he had said. "It can provide you with a great deal of pleasure. You just have to be sure you're doing what's best for yourself, that's all."
He had gone on to tell her not to feel guilty about touching herself, giving herself the pleasure she wanted and needed. Moreover, he had told her to have fun, experiment, above all make sure that her heart was not guided by her flesh.
So now, she sat there, beside this warm, attractive and good friend, and wondered why she had bothered waiting so long to see what sex was like with another person. Jimmy was the perfect partner for her, now, she decided.
She placed her hand on Jimmy's leg and looked him deeply in the eyes. "Let's do it, then," she said softly, the tone of her voice so calm and controlled that she realized at once, he didn't really understand her meaning.
"Just don't go falling in love with me, or anything, you jerk," she chuckled mockingly. "I'm only interested in finding out what happens."
Jimmy just sat there, staring at her, still confused. He heard what she had been saying, but he had forced his desire for down so deep inside of him over the past couple of years, that it was very nearly buried completely, by now.
She bent forward and experimentally pressed her lips to his. The boy shuddered a bit with the sudden contact, moaning slightly as the soft, pliant petals moved gently over his, kissing him with a warm, tender passion.
He felt her arms slithering around his neck, pulling his body a little closer to hers, and her lips fluttering and quivering with a growing passion as she kissed him. Neither of them had done much, if anything, beyond a lot of reading, and they were both a little scared, of doing something wrong.
"Come on, Jimmy, loosen up," she moaned, pulling her head from his. "I'm serious about this, I want to try everything, don't you? Now let's relax and have some fun!"
The boy moaned and shivered as he felt a harsh, compelling tremor ripple through his balls. He still couldn't believe this was happening. He smiled, but it was a trembling grin that creased his lips.
"Are sure about this, Sarah?" he sighed, shaking his head fiercely. "I mean, I don't want to get started and then have to quit in the middle, you know? I'd just rather forget it if it comes to that."
She knew he was not trying to pressure her, but merely facing facts. She hadn't given him any clear indications of her desires in the past, and there was truly no reason right then for him to believe she was serious.
Calmly she unbuttoned her shirt once again and pulled the garment from her shoulders. She sat just inches from him, now, her lovely, young breasts rising and falling rhythmically with her steady breathing, jiggling in an enticing fashion.
"What do you think, dummy?" she said sourly. She reached out and took hold of his hand, guiding it to her breasts. "Am I going to have to do everything, here?"
The young boy groaned loudly in passion as he felt the first, heady rush of pleasure when his fingers made contact with her soft, warm flesh. He had ached for months to touch her like this, but had never dared. Now all the desire he had kept in check, began to spill out in the face of this opportunity.
"Ahh, Jesus, Sarah," he groaned, leaning forward and pressing his lips lightly against hers once more, while his fingers just barely encircled the offered boob. "You just don't have any idea, baby!"
Sarah shivered as the boy began to knead and caress her small, pliant spheres. Her boobs were hardly more than buds on her chest, but already they had a roundness and firmness to them that gave every indication of becoming nothing less than perfect with time.
She shuddered spasmodically as Jimmy's fingers gripped and squeezed her mounds, creating sensations in her flesh, unlike anything she had ever felt before. She groaned thickly when she felt the young man catch one of her nipples between his fingers and give the tiny, rosy pebble a tender pinch.
"Oooo, that's nice, Jimmy, ummm, I like that," she whispered happily, quivering with the heady, sudden sensation of warmth that began to ripple through her loins. "Umm, do that some more, please, ahhh, it feels so good!"
Her mouth mashed against his, now, kissing him hungrily. She felt his tongue greedily tapping at her teeth, slithering back and forth, trying to pry them apart. Willingly she opened her mouth, allowing his eager dart to slither past her teeth and begin to attack her own moist, pink arrow.
The two tongues danced and lashed at each other, teasingly, rolling and entwining as the young people kissed. Their bodies drew tight together, and Jimmy's hand now grew more sure of itself, more relaxed in the manner in which he caressed her darling boobs.
Both of them were feeling things that were familiar, but ten times more intense than anything they had experienced in the past. Certainly each of them had touched themselves, masturbated and the like, but never had they felt their bodies being caressed and explored by another person, and it was more than enough to make them feel light-headed and aching with each passing moment.
As Jimmy kissed her, his free hand began to travel over her back, kneading and massaging her narrow, rippling spine. He loved the way her body seemed to shudder and jerk uncontrollably beneath his touch, and it thrilled him to realize that he was creating this pleasure in her flesh.
Gently he ran the tips of his fingers around the luscious, soft curve of her hips, slithering the greedy digits down along the top of her thigh, scratching idly at the warm, trembling limb.
The young girl moaned quietly, the sudden, thrilling rush of liquid passion racing through her, now, as Jimmy's fingers danced along her smooth, tapered thigh. She felt her loins beginning to throb in a familiar, demanding fashion, and she realized that she wanted these sensations to do nothing more than continue and even heighten if possible.
She dropped her legs back down and parted them a bit, giving the boy more room to maneuver. She sighed contently as she felt his hand riding along her inner thighs, now, kneading and pinching her damp, quivering flesh as they went along.
Absently, she stared down at Jimmy's crotch and noticed that a hard lump was beginning to form at the center of his trousers. She watched it for a moment, and could swear she saw it beating against the confinement of the garment.
Naturally, she had seen his penis before, had even seen Henry's a couple of times, when he had gotten up in the middle of the night and wandered around the house stark naked until she put him back to bed.
She wasn't going to be shocked by seeing a male organ, but she had never seen one fully erect and pounding with the kind of passion she knew the boy was experiencing. She had to admit to herself, that even the sight of it was going to turn her on.
Tentatively she dropped one of her hands to his lap, and lazily ran the tips of her fingers up and down along the length of the growing mound. The boy's reaction was sudden and intense.
"Ahh, Christ, Sarah," Jimmy gasped as she pressed the tips of her fingers against the front of his jeans. He jerked spasmodically, as if she had poked him with a hot iron. "Ohh, God, God!"
He shuddered violently, bending into her and kissing her with more hunger than before. His fingers began to knead her breasts more passionately, yet with no loss of tenderness at all, and his other hand began to explore her inner thighs with more determination, now.
"Well, at least that got you interested," she laughed, her voice thicker than she would have imagined, more tight with the passion she was feeling, now.
Jimmy chuckled along with her, slithering his hand up and over her panties, suddenly, pressing his fingers tightly against her quaking mound. At once she understood his reaction to her caress, for the violent spasm of pleasure that tore through her, almost made her scream with delight and thrash uncontrollably in the hay.
Eagerly the boy began to knead and caress her cunt through the sheer material of her panties. He could feel the heat of her rising desire seeping from her loins and the creamy liquid of her wanting was beginning to soak through her garment and coat his fingers with its sticky greed.
Now she began to squeeze his expanding tool through his jeans. She gripped it in her fingers and methodically opened and closed her fist around the rod, slowly working her way along the growing shaft.
She could feel the blood beginning to pound through the shaft, making it quake and throb against her fingers and palm in a most pleasing fashion. She could hear his soft, urgent groans of pleasure as she fondled and massaged him, and she found it most satisfying to be the one making him this lustful.
She could not begin to think of what it must look like, and her fingers urgently fumbled with his jeans, trying desperately to tear his belt loose and pull his zipper down at the same time.
"I want to see it, Jimmy," she whispered breathlessly, finally sliding the zipper free. "I want to see what it looks like all hard and excited!"
"Jesus, Sarah, I want to see you, too," he groaned, almost as if in a battle to tear away from her and remain, also. "I can't stand all this clothing, on!"
Quickly Sarah slipped her thumbs into her panties and rapidly ran the unwanted garment down over her legs and feet. She threw them aside and stared at him impatiently. He shook his head and moaned, then tore at his own clothing in a frenzy until he was finally sitting naked beside her.
Sarah gazed down at the thick, hard pole between his legs, her belly rumbling with excitement as she watched the shaft throbbing visibly, slapping back and forth against the boy's thighs.
It seemed so alive to her, that she could barely tear her eyes from it. She reached out with her small, slender hand and took hold of the shaft tenderly. The boy groaned with pleasure and almost jerked away from her in response.
"Ummm, it's nice, Jimmy," she giggled in a girlish fashion. She closed her fist around his cock then opened her hand once more. "I love how big and powerful it feels! Ooo, it's marvelous, Jimmy, just marvelous!"
Groaning thickly, the young boy returned his hands to her body, now, cupping her breasts with one, gently exploring her loins with the other. Her flesh seemed on fire to him, now, damp with the sweat of passion and the moist, creamy juice that flowed from her virginal loins.
The heat that poured from her cunt was astounding, almost unbelievable to him. Hesitantly he rode the tips of his fingers over the rim of her throbbing hillock, listening with pleasure to her soft, quiet moans.
He loved how her cunt seemed to quiver and dance with every caress of his hand. It was obvious to him that he was the direct source of her pleasure and it thrilled him to know that the mere touch of his fingers could get the girl so excited.
Sarah felt his cock pounding wildly in her fist now, and it seemed almost as if she could actually gauge the rising of his desire as she squeezed and worked her fingers along the pounding tool.
She pinched the thick, quaking tip of his shaft between her thumb and forefinger and tenderly sliced her fingernails back and forth around the surface of his shaft. Her free hand slithered beneath the thrashing tool, and cupped, lovingly around his taut, hairy ball bag.
Lovingly she gave the pounding sack as soft, gentle squeeze. She rolled the hard, pounding stones of his balls over her fingers in a teasing fashion and laughed softly as the sounds of agonized pleasure that tore from his lips.
Her own body was growing more and more aching with desire as she felt his urgent fingers exploring her wet, warm loins. Gently he slithered his fingers around the twitching button of her clit, and when they brushed over the juicy nugget, she almost screamed with the sensations she felt from the contact.
"Oooo, there, that thing, Jimmy, ummm," she groaned, her voice so twisted that she barely recognized it. "Touch that some more, darling, ahhh, yes, right there!"
Jimmy knew what a clit was, and what it was for, and he tenderly began to pinch and roll the important nub back and forth in a determined manner. She bucked and shuddered so violently under the caress that he could barely keep his fingers where they should be under her powerful reaction.
He felt her hand pumping slowly up and down on his cock, now, squeezing and tugging on his shaft as she methodically took him higher and higher on a dizzy plane of ecstasy. The sensation of her fingers on his flesh was almost more than he could bear, and he groaned thickly as she continued to work on his quaking shaft.
Never before in his life had his cock ached so demandingly, had his pleasure been so exquisitely agonizing. It felt as if his prick were about to burst from desire and his balls explode in need.
He moved his mouth quickly down over her smooth, elegant neck, kissing and lathering her flesh with his lips and tongue as he drew near to her small, precious globes. Lovingly he wrapped his lips around one tiny, pert nipple and sucked the tender nugget into his hungry mouth.
The girl shrieked in delight as she felt him sucking and lathering her imprisoned nugget. The tearing pleasure of his attack was so powerful that it made her weak with desire and she mashed her breasts tightly against his eager mouth.
"Ohh, yeah, ummm, good, Jimmy, so good," she sighed, working harder on his cock and balls, squeezing and tugging on his throbbing flesh with abandon. "More, please, Jimmy, do lots more!"
Now, Jimmy's fingers became more bold at her loins. He slithered them back and forth along her slippery, warm cunt petals, pinching and rubbing the tender folds of flesh between them.
Her pussy shuddered and quaked under his attentive and affectionate assault and her lovely, moist thighs quivered uncontrollably, opening and closing against his hand in a spasmodic manner.
Gently he slipped two fingers inside of her quaking tunnel, carefully riding them into the hot, taut chamber. She screamed in pleasure, thrusting her pussy up hard against the invading digits, thrilling completely to the sudden and delicious penetration of her virginal womb.
Never in her life had she ever felt anything like this. Her cunt seemed to wrap itself around his probing digits, quaking violently under the attack. She felt his thumb rubbing back and forth across her clit and the twin sensations of his invasion and attentive caress were almost overwhelming.
She felt him driving his fingers deep inside of her, now, the journey only stopping when the tips of the digits bumped into her taut, unyielding virginity. She winced in pain, but merely sighed, not wishing to alarm him.
His mouth was hungrily licking and sucking on her breasts, now, nibbling at her alabaster flesh with growing need. She loved the feeling of his tongue slithering back and forth against her nipples, making them tremble and ache with ever increasing delight.
She felt his hand gently pushing her down on her back and she eagerly complied, lying in the soft, comfortable hay, thrilled to do little more than continue to squeeze and massage his cock and balls, while he attended to her fevered loins.
His fingers were now gently riding in and out of her, while his thumb rolled a steady circle over her clit. His lips slithered over her stomach, and his tongue stabbed, wickedly, at her navel.
She giggled in pleasure and shuddered as the spasms ripped through her. She had a vague idea of what his intentions were, and she ached with anticipation as she felt his lips riding gently over her belly, drawing near to her hot, pulsating mound.
"Ohh, Jimmy, Jimmy, this is so nice," she moaned, swaying from left to right as the boy's eager mouth kissed its way through the sparse tufts of hair that covered her quaking hillock. "Ummm, you make me feel so damn good, Jimmy, so damn good!"
She felt him adjust his position, then, arranging his body so that he could have a comfortable, clear access to her loins. She realized, with a shock, that he was no longer concerned with his own pleasure, but now deeply interested in making her feel good.
She sighed in pleasure as his lips rode over her cunt mound, and his tongue darted and stabbed at her taut, twitching clit. The spark of painful delight that she felt under his tongue, was almost more than she could stand. She sobbed in pleasure and gave his cock the hardest squeeze yet.
Jimmy was totally wrapped up in the way the girl was responding to his actions. His cock ached with wanting and his balls pounded fiercely, but he was well aware that an orgasm could happen for him at any time, and he was more concerned now with bringing her to the same fevered pitch of passion.
Hungrily he slithered his tongue back and forth along her cunt lips, licking and nibbling on the moist, warm petals with a growing frenzy. The young girl gasped as the awesome waves of pleasure tore through her from his attack, making her jerk and thrust her cunt involuntarily against her greedy mouth.
Now she turned her head to her side and saw his cock pounding still in her open palm. She squirmed her body nearer to his, drawing his shaft to her full, succulent lips. She giggled a little to herself when she thought about what his reaction would be.
Lovingly she pursed the tender, adorable petals and pressed them passionately against the throbbing head of his meat. The boy groaned wildly at the contact, and shuddered uncontrollably as she began to kiss his fevered flesh.
She slithered her tongue around the surface of his engorged helmet, stabbing playfully at the huge head. She nibbled teasingly at the taut, warm pole, gently working her way up and down along the length of the pounding shaft.
"Ahh, Jesus, ohhh, God, that's good," he moaned, shuddering once again as the spasms of delight raced along his aching prong. "Ummm, damn, yeah, Sarah, more, do that some more, it's so fucking nice!"
Eagerly, now, the girl lathered his cock, slicing her tongue rapidly downward toward the root of his shaft. She could smell the dank, sour aroma of his greed rising from his loins and it tingled as deliciously in her nostrils as the odor of her own lust did in his.
Gently she parted her lips and sucked the taut, hairy sack of his balls into her warm, moist mouth. She locked her teeth against his flesh, slashing at the imprisoned stones in a wicked fashion.
Jimmy, now caught fast in the grip of a passion and desire so overpowering he could barely control himself, now, gasped in pleasure and attacked her pussy with increased passion and abandon.
He drove his tongue in and out of her wildly, slicing and slashing at her inner walls with a hungry need. He kneaded and caressed the soft, spongy half moons of her ass, drawing her pussy tight to his lips.
Stroke after stroke he drove into her, sucking the love juice from her womb and lathering her cunt in a frenzy. His balls throbbed so wildly that he could barely breathe with the desire he felt and he twisted and turned in an agony of bliss.
"Ahh, Jesus, Sarah, do my prick," he moaned, trying to push her head away from his balls with an urgent hand. "Do my prick, please, do it now!"
Quickly the young girl drew her mouth from his cock and worked her way rapidly up to the throbbing head of his shaft once more. She wrapped her lips around the tip of his prong and sucked it into her mouth, hungrily.
Jimmy sobbed with pleasure as he felt her slithering his cock down along the taut, silken passage of her throat, eagerly gathering as much of the huge spear into the velvet tunnel as she could take.
Never in his life had he felt like this and he shuddered uncontrollably as he felt the adorable young girl gently bobbing her head up and down on his tortured meat.
She twisted and turned, rhythmically powering the cock in and out of her mouth in a slow, steady fashion. Jimmy's tongue was now riding in and out of her cunt in perfect time with her, and in a matter of moments they were locking in a single rhythm of passionate attack.
Both of the youngsters were so caught up in their passion now, that nothing else seemed to matter to them at all. They attacked each other's loins with a frenzied passion, each determined to give and receive as much pleasure as possible.
From the way her pussy was throbbing and burning in such a familiar manner, Sarah could tell she was going to have an orgasm very, very soon. Even in the midst of her passion, she realized that she wanted to experience the thrill of him inside of her cunt and she pulled on the young boy, demandingly, now.
"Now, Jimmy, ummm, do it to me, now," she sobbed, thrashing and shoving his prick away from her, trying to turn his body around. "Put it in me, now, Jimmy, ummm, right now!"
The boy realized what she wanted and his cock was aching so badly, now, that he was sure that he had to do something quickly, or come just from sheer demand. He quickly slithered his body over her thighs and settled down between the warm, wet limbs.
He inched himself forward, feeling the thrill of her fingers greedily tugging on his prick, pulling it toward her awaiting chamber. He gasped as he felt Sarah urgently forcing his cock inside of her, the angry lust consuming her.
The first sensation of penetration was almost more than either of them could stand. They shuddered and cried out in pleasure, moaning in broken, labored tones as the boy gently slithered his aching tool along her taut, virginal tunnel.
"Ahh, so hot and tight, Sarah," groaned the boy, twisting and turning as he sunk his prick into her. "So warm and wonderful! Ohh, it's good, Sarah, being inside you is so damn good!"
The young girl could hardly think straight anymore. His prick seemed to feel so perfect in her womb, so snug a fit that she could not believe it. She bucked forward and hungrily kneaded his cock with her cunt muscles, pulling him into her until the fat, pounding head was tapping insistently against her maidenhead.
"Do it, do it, please," she whispered hungrily, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him tight to her lithe frame. "Don't waste any time, Jimmy, break it, now, right now, please!"
The young boy took a deep breath and withdrew three quarters of the way out of her tight, gripping tunnel. He could feel her womb quaking around his shaft, and her hips bucking insistently upward.
He gripped her buttocks in his hands and suddenly powered forward, slicing cleanly through the thin layer of flesh that kept him from the depths of her precious loins.
The sudden attack was so smooth and so quick, that Sarah barely felt a flash of pain or knew what was happening until he was buried to the hilt in her cunt and her virginity was suddenly a thing of the past.
She screamed in pleasure and relief that it had been so easy, and she thrust her groin tight to his, whispering hungrily and frantically in his ear.
"Ohhh, yeah, now, fuck me, now, Jimmy," she cooed sensuously, lathering his ear with the tip of her pink, pointed tongue. "Do it, Jimmy, ummm, do it to me, good!"
The boy felt as if his whole life had come down to this one, intense and delicious moment. He began to ride his cock in and out of her in steady, rhythmic thrusts, carefully rocking his shaft back and forth against her wet, warm canal as he pumped it in and out of her.
Her pussy fluttered and quaked around the plunging spear, kneading and massaging the prong as it assaulted her lovely cave. The sensation was delicious and the wild, careening pleasure only seemed to grow and grow with every passionate stroke that he took.
This was what she had been hoping for, what she had wanted. Now, nothing mattered but the ecstasy both of them could experience. Carefully she found the rhythm and pace of his fucking and joined him.
She rode up when he withdrew and slithered back down when he plunged. Each separate stroke was creating more and more fire in her pussy, and each time he buried himself completely inside of her, she thought she might faint from the sheer agonized pleasure of his attack.
She shuddered and moaned, rocking and twisting under the relentless thrust of his cock. Her cunt expanded and contracted around the driving shaft, kneading and urging him on with every marvelous stroke that he took.
She could feel her pussy growing hotter and tighter, nearing the moment of an explosion that she could not believe. She shuddered and sobbed, hugging him fiercely to her now as the moment she had been seeking had almost arrived.
"Ohh, Jimmy, Jimmy, I'm going to come," she sobbed, twisting and turning as the boy thundered into her again and again. "Ummm, yes, going to come, Jimmy, you're going to make me come right now!"
The boy felt her pussy suddenly erupting around his shaft. The come swirled and splashed around his tool, making his flesh even more sensitive than before. He rammed into her again and again, driving and grinding his belly against hers as the wild, overpowering pleasure tore through her.
The girl could hardly think of anything in that moment. Her passion and pleasure were so intense that she could only lay there, shuddering involuntarily as the spasms of tortured bliss roared along her inner walls.
She felt him pumping in and out of her more rapidly now, and she realized that he too was about to climax, so she worked on his prick with her muscles all the harder.
Jimmy bucked and shuddered, driving his cock deep into her pussy as the orgasm exploded in his balls. The waves of thick, hot come shot from his throbbing member, splashing against her slippery, hot tunnel walls, searing her flesh with the liquid of his aching love.
"Coming, I'm coming in you, now, Sarah," the boy moaned, his voice twisted and spent with relief. "Ahhh, Jesus, it's good, coming in you is so damn good!"
The two young people shivered and quaked in the hay, moaning and gasping as the powerful, intense waves of pleasure tore through them. They sobbed as the orgasms seemed to go on and on, and when they finally parted, each of them shuddering uncontrollably, they felt as if every ounce of energy and desire had been drained from them completely.
They lay in the hay, quivering with the delicious, lingering traces of their passion, still rippling through their bodies. Sarah's eyes were closed and she was stroking his chest, absently, with the tips of her fingers, while he was lovingly tracing a path along her inner thigh with his own.
She felt so peaceful, so fulfilled that she barely knew what else to think about other than the bliss she was experiencing. It seemed that Henry was right, after all, this was definitely the kind of thing she wanted to do more often.
As the two of them lay there, they were not aware of the old man stationed by the window, staring at them intently. There was a thin smile on his face and his heart was beating wildly. He had watched everything, and now, much to his surprise, he felt the long, lost desire returning to his loins.
He was happy for his granddaughter, to say the least, but a bit troubled by this return of passion. He didn't know what the hell he was going to do with it, but for the time being, he was just happy that he was feeling anything at all.
In the barn, the two young people drifted off to sleep and the old man turned to leave them to their rest. He made a mental note to make sure he woke them before Frank got home, then padded back into the house, sighing with the flood of memories of lust and desire that had invaded his mind.