Chapter 3

Frank Carney felt as if he had endured enough. After all these years, he was tired, just plain tired, of dealing with his father.

It had been bad enough when Henry was in complete control of his mind, when he ruled the house and farm with an iron hand and drove his two sons like demons. That had been enough, but this, this was too much.

He was damn sick of being the one that had to carry the weight. The old bastard wouldn't turn the farm over to him in spite of all the arguments and everything else. The bastard was being stubborn to the end.

He was talking with his father, almost out of his mind with frustration and despair. "God damn it, you can't run a farm like you did in the old days," he groaned, slamming his fist down hard on the table. "It's a different time, old man, a different time!"

Henry shook his head wearily. "Now, Frank, I know how much you want to buy that new equipment," he said slowly, keeping his voice in control. "But it took me thirty years to get out of debt, I'm not going into it again!"

Frank stood up from the table, shaking with rage. "I'm not going under, old man," he hissed. "I'm not going to let this whole business sink just because you're too stupid and senile to recognize what's going on around you, anymore!"

"There's nothing wrong with my eyes, Frank," his father replied, evenly. "I still see pretty good, don't you worry about that."

"You know what's wrong with you?" his son growled through his teeth, leaning over and bending his face into the old man's. "You just can't let go, you just can't accept that your time is over."

"Maybe I don't think it is," Henry said, returning his son's steady, intense glare with his own. "I still got a few good years left."

"Bullshit," he son hissed. "You don't give a damn about anything but your own, selfish wants. You'll drag us all down instead of giving up the reins, you'll do it out of plain stubbornness!"

Henry watched as his son turned on his heels and stalked off out of the kitchen, leaving him sitting at the table with his granddaughter. He had gone out to waken her earlier, but she and Jimmy Parker were already finishing up the cleaning, so he did not bother to make his presence known.

Now he watched as her eyes followed his son's departure, the pretty, blue orbs tearing up with fear and sorrow. He smiled and reached out, patting her hand, affectionately, giving the slender limb a gentle squeeze.

"Don't worry yourself about Frank, so, honey," he told her. "His bark is always worse than his bite. Always has been. It'll blow over, I promise you."

Sarah smiled weakly at her grandfather. She knew he was telling her the truth, as he saw it, but she wondered. It seemed to her that Henry didn't realize how intense the situation was getting.

She felt she saw her uncle a lot clearer than Henry did, and it frightened her to death to think that that was so. It was obvious to her, that her uncle was growing more and more serious about putting her grandfather in a home, and it scared her more than anything had since the day they told her her parents had died.

To think of that wonderful old man stuck in a home, unable to get out except for a Sunday afternoon or two. He might be old and a little forgetful, she knew that, but that didn't seem like enough of a reason to put him away.

She couldn't remember how many times she had begged and promised Frank that she would watch out for Henry. She swore she would take care of him, that Frank wouldn't have to worry about a thing, but is just didn't seem to make any difference to her uncle. He wanted Henry gone.

The old man sitting across from her sighed and got up from the table. He went over to the stove and poured himself a cup of coffee, mixing in a little cream and sugar. He stood, silently, staring off into space, completely removed from the scene.

Sarah watched him with a thin smile on her lips. She knew he was drifting off, back into some warm, pleasing memory that comforted him. Sometimes these semi-trances would last for days, but she always thought of them as little trips inside of his head that he would take, rather than him forgetting who and where he was.

She knew she would have to keep an eye on him over the next few days. She would have to make sure he didn't get into any trouble, or Frank would really have a fit.

"Henry, Henry, are you there?" she whispered softly. The old man did not seem to hear her and she spoke louder. "If you haven't gone away, Henry, I think you'd better not go just yet."

The old man turned and smiled at her. "Always watching out for me, humm, Sarah?" he said, teasing her a little. "What's the matter, afraid your old grandpa will do something foolish?"

"No, Henry, I'm just worried about Frank, that's all," she sighed. She shook her head. "He's just really on edge now, and I don't want him flying off the handle!"

The old man nodded slowly. "I know, honey, I know," he said, shaking his head, wearily. "I don't know what gets into me, sometimes, but I'll try to be better, I promise, honey."

With that he took his cup of coffee into his bedroom and shut the door behind him. He lay down on his bed and folded his arms beneath his head and closed his eyes.

He chuckled softly. He was well aware of his granddaughter's concern about him, he knew, also, that he had these periodic lapses, the times when he would blank out.

Frank thought he never remembered anything, but he did, and only pretended not to, every now and then, because of embarrassment. He sighed and shook his head. There just wasn't any way to prevent them, so he didn't know what he could do to help.

Poor, Sarah, he thought, sighing heavily. The little girl was so concerned about him, so aching to help. Why, she would do just about anything for him, he was sure, and thinking that brought a rush of pleasure to his mind.

He was well aware of what he was thinking, about how he was finding an increasing desire for his granddaughter. He was neither ashamed or horrified by the thought, however, merely amused by it.

He had lived too long to find such things disturbing. He was a seventy-two-year-old man, and if he had the hots for his granddaughter, then it was nobody else's business as far as he was concerned.

He thought about his son Mark and moaned sadly. He had loved that boy, loved him so fiercely that he could barely stand it sometimes. When Mark and Judy, his wife, were killed, it had almost destroyed him, too.

Only little Sarah had helped him and his wife get through the pain and despair. Only her cheerful, kind and caring manner had been able to sustain them in their grief. And then, a couple of years ago, when his wife finally died, once again, the adorable child had saved him from insanity.

She was truly something special, and now, it seemed to Henry, he was slowly falling into the state of being that only lived for her happiness. If he could see the child living and growing in a normal, healthy manner, it would truly give his life a final meaning after all.

As for his son, well, there was not much to do about that. He and Frank had never really gotten along, and there did not seem to be any way to change that at this late date. He would have to be more tolerant and concerned from now on, it was the only way he could keep peace in the house.

He felt very, very weary at that moment, as if just thinking about this could drain his energy away. He sighed again and rolled on his side, slipping easily into a calm, dreamless sleep, unaware of what was happening outside the dark world he had fallen into.

In the living room, Frank was arguing intensely with his Aunt Carol. He stalked back and forth in front of her as she sat, trembling on the couch, trying hard to keep his voice down as he poured out his rage.

"I won't have it anymore, damn it, I won't, Carol," he hissed, stabbing his finger at her to make his point. "I'm fed up, he's getting worse and worse, and taking us into the toilet besides."

"Now, Frank, you don't know what you are saying," Carol Carney sighed, shaking her head. "You're father is old, perhaps a bit senile, too, but that's no reason to shut him away."

As calmly as he could, Frank knelt down in front of his aunt and took both of her pudgy hands in his. He stared into her eyes with a fierce intensity, trying hard to make her see his point.

"Don't you understand, Carol, we need this loan," he said evenly. "If we don't update this business, we are going to be ruined! He won't see that, won't borrow the money. Now what am I to do?"

"I ... I don't know, Frank," Carol sighed. She was so torn, so caught between the three of them, that she hardly knew what to think anymore. "It's ... it's all so confusing to me!"

"Just listen for a minute, Carol, just listen," he sighed. "He won't step aside and he has to, otherwise we go under, it's as simple as that!"

"So you put him in a home?" Carol sobbed, shivering with the horror of the thought. "You do that and it will kill him, Frank, you know it will!"

"I don't want to, I don't want to do that, and you know it," he moaned, shaking his head and standing once again. "But to survive, for all of us to survive, I have to, it's as simple as that."

Slowly, carefully, he walked over to the portable bar and mixed himself a strong drink. He took a sip before turning to face her again, and when he did, his eyes were set with determination.

"I've spoken with Dr. Heally, he thinks he can get Henry into his place," the man said, his voice soft and controlled. "It's a very nice set-up, surrounded by lots of trees and open field. He'll like it there."

"You've already made up your mind," the woman said dully, wondering why she didn't feel more surprised by his announcement. "If so, why are you talking to me?"

"Because I want you, and Sarah, and him, God damn it, to understand my motives," he hissed, losing control a bit. "Because, I don't want you thinking I'm just being a bastard about this."

"You don't need to explain anything to me, Frank," the older woman said, rising up from her chair and sighing with finality. "It is obvious that you have made up your mind, there's nothing more to be said."

"You may believe anything you want, Carol," Frank said quietly, sipping on his drink and nodding his head. "But what I'm doing is best for all of us, I know that for a fact. Nobody is changing my mind."

With that, he tossed off the rest of the drink and made another. Carol stared at him for a few moments, blinking away the tears that began to well up in her eyes once more. Her stomach felt cold and empty then, and her heart heavy with pain.

"When do you plan to do it?" she asked, swallowing the tightness in her throat.

Frank kept his back to her. "Soon as I get back from the State Fair, next Monday morning we'll drive him over," he replied. "The sooner it's done, the better."

Carol nodded, then turned and walked out of the room before she lost control of herself and broke down completely. As she passed by the stair case she did not notice Sarah hiding beneath it, trembling with terror and rage.

The girl watched her aunt enter the kitchen and cautiously slipped from beneath the stairs and tip-toed out the front door, closing it as quietly and gently behind her as possible.

Her mind was racing with fear, now, as she tore down the dusty path leading toward the large fence that bordered the farm. Leaning against it was her bike and she quickly climbed aboard, pedaling like mad toward the direction of Jimmy Parker's home a couple of miles away.

Frank was leaving in the morning, would be back, probably by Sunday evening. That gave her very little time to save her grandfather from what she considered a fate worse than death for the old man.

She tried to think of a solution, turning the problem over and over in her mind as she pumped the pedals frantically. She had to talk to Jimmy, that was all she could think of, he was her only chance to help.

She prayed the boy was home when she pulled up along the white picket fence in front of his house and leaned her bike against it. She took the steps two at a time and rapped, urgently, against the screen door.

In a few moments, Jimmy appeared, dressed in a pair of shorts, grinning at her as he opened the door to let her in. She slipped under his arm and headed for the living room without even saying hello.

"What the hell is the matter with you, Sarah Carney," he chuckled shaking his head in wonderment at her frantic state. "You look like somebody sat on your pet turtle or something."

"God damn it, Jimmy, Frank's going to put Henry in a home," she barked wildly, pacing back and forth in the center of the room.

The young boy flopped down on the couch and put his bare feet up on the coffee table. "Ahh, hell, he's been threatening that for years," Jimmy sighed, waving it away with his hand. "He'll never do it."

"Oh, yes, he will," the young girl hissed, turning suddenly to glare at him with blazing eyes. "I overheard him and Aunt Carol talking, he's gonna do it Monday, all the plans have been made."

Jimmy blinked as the words sank in. His belly did a tumble and he felt a sudden rush of sorrow and compassion for the girl. He knew full well how much she loved her grandfather, and he realized quite well what she much be going through.

"Come here, Sarah," he said, opening his arms and inviting an embrace. "Come on over here, baby, and talk to me about it."

Sarah sobbed and joined him on the couch, bending her body into his as she cried, softly against his chest. Jimmy held her snugly, allowing her to sob for a long time before saying anything.

"That's okay, Sarah, it's all right," he whispered softly, running his lips lightly across her wispy blonde hair. "It's gonna be okay, I promise you, it's gonna be all right, believe me.

"Ohh, Jimmy, Jimmy, don't you understand," she moaned. "We have to help him, we have to save him. They can't do it, we can't let them! You have to help me, Jimmy, you know you do!"

"Sure, sure," he moaned, shaking his head and kneading her shoulders absently with his hands. "But how, Sarah, how the hell are two kids gonna do that?"

"We'll take him to New York," she said after a few moments. "That's what we'll do."

"New York," Jimmy gasped quietly, he pushed her away from him. "How in Christ are we going to do that, do you suppose?"

"I don't know," she said fiercely, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. "But that's just exactly what we have to do, take him to New York!"

"But why in New York, why the hell not Mexico, if you're going to kidnap him?"

"Don't be stupid," she said impatiently. "My Aunt Lois and Uncle Walter live in New York, Frank's sister and brother-in-law, dummy! He's a shirk, a psychiatrist, he can examine Henry and prove he's not senile!"

Jimmy cocked his head and stared at her. "You think that would do any good?"

She sighed and began to tremble with anger. "Of course, of course, damn it," she gasped. "If we can prove that Henry's not as bad as Frank says he is, then Frank won't be able to put him away!"

Jimmy scratched his head and nodded. "Well, I can't argue with that, it's a good idea," he said, nodding again. "But the big question is, how in the name of God we're going to get him there. New York is a long way off, kiddo!"

"I know, I know," growled the young girl, resting her chin on her hands and trying to think. "There has to be a way, there just has to be one. Come on, Jimmy, help me! Try and think, damn it!"

The two children sat there for a few minutes, silently running the problem through their minds. It seemed like such an impossible task, that neither of them hardly knew where to begin.

To Jimmy Parker, there didn't seem to be any solution. He was trying hard to humor Sarah, but deep inside of him, he was sure that they were in a hopeless position. After all, he reasoned, what could two teenagers do against the power of adults?

Suddenly Sarah slapped her palm against her shapely knee and turned to him with excitement in her eyes. "Oh of course," she said breathlessly. "Henry's old car, we can use his old car!"

Jimmy stared at her and began to shake his head. "Wait a minute, now," he began cautiously. "I don't know about this. I don't even have a license, yet, Sarah."

"Well, you know how to drive, don't you?" she persisted. "What more do you need to know than that?"

"Sarah, damn you know how much trouble we could get into, here?" the boy complained. He shook his head determinedly. "If we got caught, why they could throw the book at us! Auto theft, kidnapping, Jesus, just driving without a license, for Christ's sake, you know?"

She looked at him disgustedly. "Jimmy Parker, how can you sit there and bitch about all that?" she snarled. "You know what they're going to do to that sweet old man, and you're worried about a ticket or something?"

"Now, don't you go pulling that on me, Sarah Carney," Jimmy said, cocking a finger at her in warning. "Don't start making me feel bad about this, or I won't do another thing. I'm just pointing up the dangers and risks involved."

"There isn't any danger or risk, what do you think the worst could be that might happen?" she said calmly and coolly. "Maybe you get yelled at a little, that's all!"

"Bullshit," Jimmy spat. "What if your grandfather gets sick or something? What if that happens, what are you going to do about that, Sarah?"

"He won't get sick, and besides, I can take care of him," she said matter-of-factly. "Now, do you help me, or not? That's all I need to know."

"I'm thinking about it," he sighed, shaking his head and leaning back against the couch. "You have to give me a few minutes to think about it, you know?"

Casually, Sarah inched her way toward the boy, until she was leaning, gently, into him. She toyed with his full head of hair, idly, plucking at the thick strands with her dainty fingers.

Slowly she moved her lips across his forehead, kissing him tenderly, while her free hand slithered down over his chest to his bare thigh. She squeezed his hard, muscular limb and felt him shivering in response.

"Umm, you just think about it a bit, Jimmy," she whispered softly, darting her tongue between her teeth in a wicked fashion. "You just do all the thinking that you want to, now."

The young boy moaned as she kneaded his bare thigh, gripping and squeezing his flesh between her soft, pliant fingers with a growing need. Just the mere caress of her hand was enough to get his cock growing in his pants and his balls began to throb with increasing demand.

He knew very well what she was up to, and though he resented it a bit, he didn't blame her. He felt her lips traveling past his cheek, slithering over his and he could not keep himself from kissing her, hungrily, then.

Their mouths roamed gently back and forth across each other, her soft, succulent petals dancing and quivering with rich promise as she kissed him. He felt her greedy little tongue jabbing against his teeth, insistently, and he parted them, willingly under her eager attack.

"Ummm, that's it, baby," she cooed lovingly, slithering the precious arrow beyond his teeth. "God, I like kissing you, Jimmy, I just love doing it!"

He grunted, hungrily entwining his own dart around the girl's dancing spear, grinding his mouth hungrily down over hers. He slipped his arm behind her back and drew her tight to his chest, the passion seething up inside of him, now.

"God, Jesus, I love doing this," he gasped. His hand was traveling down over her back, kneading her flesh through the thin material of her shirt. "Umm, Sarah, Sarah, kiss me, now!"

Sarah's passion was not all completely calculated, now, it was growing as strong as his in her loins, the fiery heat produced by their contact rippling through her with ever increasing power, now.

She felt his fingers tapping at the enticing curve of her bottom and she shivered with delight as she felt his hand grasping urgently at her buttocks through her jeans.

She moaned as the boy dropped his free hand to her shirt and hungrily began to pluck at the buttons holding it close. She gasped as his eager fingers parted the garment and his hand slipped inside to cup over her bra..

Gently he squeezed her breasts through the shapeless halter. He could feel her nipples growing firm and erect, pressing tightly into his palm through the wispy sheerness of the halter.

Passionately he fondled her trapped mounds, kneading and squeezing them until the adorable fifteen-year-old was rocking and swaying from left to right under his urgent attack.

"Take it off, me, Jimmy," she sobbed, her voice torn with the lust she was feeling. "Ummm, take my bra off now, darling, right now! I want to feel you touching me all over, Jimmy, all over me, now!"

The boy's fingers trembled with excitement as he helped her tug her shirt from her shoulders. She lay it aside and leaned into him as he reached around behind her back and fumbled with the clasps to her bra.

The halter came free in a moment and he pulled the straps down her arms, drawing the unwanted garment from her small, luscious breasts. The two, precious globes jiggled delightfully with her labored breathing, and Jimmy felt his prick hardening as he gazed at the pink nippled mounds.

"God, I can't get over how lovely you are," he gasped, shaking his head almost in awe. "You have the most beautiful body I have ever seen, I swear it!"

She giggled, knowing full well that he hadn't seen many, but completely enraptured by him saying that. She drew in a breath, forcing her breasts to ride high on her chest and she jiggled them enticingly as she exhaled.

Now Jimmy's fingers quickly found the perfect spheres. He wrapped his fingers around one soft, spongy globe and squeezed it passionately in his grip. The young girl shivered with delight, jerking spasmodically under his kneading attack.

Tenderly, Jimmy rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, first catching one pert, rosy nugget, then the other. He thrilled to the way her tits seemed to quiver and dance beneath his fingers, and the soft, aching sounds of pleasure that were escaping her lips.

Hungrily he mashed his mouth against hers, now, and rode his free hand over the enticing curve of her hips down along her trembling legs. She felt his fingers urgently sliding between her legs, trying frantically to force them apart.

Willingly the darling girl parted her thighs, allowing the young boy to cup his palm over her pussy mound and rub the hard heel of his hand back and forth along the pulsating hillock.

Sharp, stinging waves of pleasure raced through her loins, making her flesh pulsate demandingly under the greedy need that was taking control of her, now.

"Ohhh, more, darling, more," she whispered softly, her own fingers now beginning to touch and fondle the lump in the center of his shorts. "Umm, make me feel good, Jimmy, please, ohhh, make me feel good!"

She dropped her hand over the rock hard prong that was pressing against the front of his shorts and squeezed the massive rod in her delicate fist. The young boy cried out in delight as a pleasing spasm tore through him, and he gave her breast a hard, impassioned squeeze in return.

"Jesus, Sarah, Jesus, you know what to do," he groaned, almost unable to speak, so harsh and compelling was his need. "Ahhh, that feels nice, just right, baby, just right!"

Sarah had to fight the rush of delighted laughter that suddenly came over her. She loved knowing she turned him on, drove him crazy with greed, and as she squeezed and massaged his cock, she thrilled to the knowledge that she could do just about anything she wanted with him, now.

She sighed contentedly when she felt his fingers riding back and forth against the tight-fitting crotch of her jeans. She groaned thickly, quivering with passion as the young man rubbed her mound through the course material, growing more and more urgent with his attack with each passing second.

Absently, now, she plucked at the zipper and button to his shorts. She did not attack them wildly, but almost in a casual, off-hand manner. She pulled the button loose then slid the zipper down, and listened, with satisfaction, to his moaning need.

"Ahh, Jesus, what next," he groaned, quaking uncontrollably as the adorable girl slithered her fingers inside of his shorts and wrapped the exquisite digits around his tortured pole.

In a flash his cock grew as hard as an iron bar and pounded so fiercely with need that the sweat broke out over his forehead in thick droplets. He groaned and shuddered, aching with desire as she drew his prick from the confinement of his trousers.

She balanced the shaft, lovingly, in the palm of her hand and stroked it lazily with the fingers of her other. She traced a path through his flesh with her nails, slicing into his tortured meat in a teasing fashion.

She gazed at the pounding weapon, feeling her heart leaping with delight at the sight of it quaking in her palm, and the hot, demanding blood that tore through it, forced his cock to pound with agony.

"Ummm, you look ready right now," she giggled, opening and closing her fingers around the shaft. "Poor Jimmy's all excited, now, all turned on, isn't he?"

Savagely, Jimmy tore at the buttons to her jeans, pulling them free and forcing the folds of the garment apart. He slid his hand inside of her panties, and tickled the rim of her mound with the tips of his fingers.

"Yeah, tell me about it, Sarah," he moaned, feeling the intense, pulsating heat of her lust caressing his fingers as he fondled her loins. "Come on, tell me all about it! You're as crazy down there as I am!"

The adorable young girl groaned in pleasure from the contact of his hand with her aching mound. She sighed happily and lifted her precious buttocks from the sofa, shoving her panties and jeans down-to her knees in one smooth motion.

"I never said I wasn't, Jimmy Parker," she laughed quietly, feeling the intense thrill of anticipation surging in her loins. "I never once said that I didn't!"

Eagerly the young man tugged and pulled on her jeans and underwear, sliding them over her lovely, tapered legs and delicate, attractive feet. He dropped the lump of clothing on the floor and returned his attention to her pussy.

Her moist, trembling mound was quivering enticingly, and shimmering in the light. The cunt juice that flowed thickly from her womb had coated her loins with its creamy film and made it glisten erotically in the pale light of the living room.

His fingers were trembling as he brought them to her cunt, he was almost unable to touch her, he was so awed by the inviting hillock. Even having already made love to her once, had not prepared him for the agonizing wanting that he was experiencing.

Gently he rode his fingertips back and forth along her inner thighs, rubbing the lips of her womb tenderly with the knobby surface of his thumb. The girl gasped and shuddered uncontrollably, then, sobbed, as the harsh, demanding fires seared her aching inner flesh.

"Ohh, yes, Jimmy, ummm, yes," she gasped, kissing his neck and shoulders frantically, digging her teeth into his flesh and lathering it with her tongue. "Ummm, more Jimmy, more, do it all to me, do it all!"

Hungrily, now, she began to ride her hand up and down on his cock, tugging and pulling on the shaft with growing need. She felt his prick pounding violently in her grip and growing harder with every delicious stroke that she took.

Jimmy pulled her body up on the couch and pushed her on her back against the fluffy pillows that lay against either corner of the sofa. He spread her legs wide, parting her thighs to give him all the room he needed.

He stood up, stripped off his shorts and stood over her for a moment, just staring down at her trim, compact body with a surging passion that seemed to be tearing his young loins apart.

Her eyes were half shut, a lazy, drifting quality about them, and her lips parted and moist with desire. Her boobs quivered delightfully on her chest and her cunt seemed to reflect the light in an erotic fashion.

"You don't know how much I love doing this with you," he moaned, leaning over her and dropping to sit beside her once more. "Baby, you just don't know!"

Sarah laughed softly and smiled. "I think I might have a bit of an idea," she whispered hungrily. "But, maybe I need a little more help understanding it, huh?"

Jimmy could hardly speak, now, so aching and powerful were the needs he was experiencing. At that moment, he realized, she could have asked him to do anything, and he would have done it.

Lovingly he rode his hand over the tops of her thighs once more, just lightly brushing his fingers back and forth along the length of her attractive limb, thrilling to the way her flesh trembled violently under his caress.

He bent over, pressing his lips to the pert, rosy nipple of one breast, and gently lathered the pink, tender nugget with his tongue. His fingers were inching down between her legs, now, and she threw one arm over his shoulders and hugged his head tight to her soft, pliant boobs.

Now, Jimmy's mouth sucked almost all of one adorable, alabaster globe between his teeth. His lips fastened around her flesh and he lathered her imprisoned nipple with his tongue.

The girl groaned and shivered, thrusting her cunt involuntarily against his seeking spears, aching to experience more and more of the delicious, rolling pleasure that his hand was creating in her loins.

She moaned and sobbed, her free hand returning now to his cock, her fingers wrapping around the quaking tool in a careful, gentle manner. She held him lightly in her grip for a moment, just experiencing the pleasure of feeling the hot, steaming blood tear through the huge prong.

"Ummm, Jimmy, Jimmy, this is nice," she cooed, tenderly, pumping her hand up and down on his rod. "This feels so good! Oooo, do some more, Jimmy, do some more like you did the other day!"

The young boy could hardly think of doing anything else, at this point. His prick quaked so violently that he could barely stand it, and his balls were churning with so much come that they felt as if they were swelling up to twice their size.

He groaned thickly, slithering his fingers up and down along the cleft between her pussy lips, his mouth roaming hungrily over her tits. Both of them were growing more and more intense with passion and the room was growing thick with the odor of their powerful lust.

The dank, heady aroma of their greed tingled in their nostrils enticingly, serving only to urge their passion on all the more. Sarah, shuddered and sobbed, her adorable head rocking from side to side on the bed.

Her hair was wet with the sweat of her desire and her pussy ached so badly that she wanted to scream. She squeezed his prick hungrily in her hand, driving her lovely fist up and down on the shaft, ruthlessly.

As she felt his fingers rolling over the rim of her pussy mound, she jerked and bucked about beneath his hand, uncontrollably, groaning as an unending series of marvelous tremors tore through her.

"In me, in me, now," she gasped, her voice so weak and broken that the boy could hardly understand her. "Ohhh, Jesus, please, please put your fingers in me now, Jimmy, right now!"

The boy felt the harsh, almost scalding heat pouring from her loins and he eagerly rode two of his fingers deep into her hot, tight pit. She cried out in pleasure and thrust her pussy hard against the invading prongs.

Her cunt muscles quaked around the plunging spears, gripping and kneading his fingers as he buried them deep in her womb, holding the digits fast, urging them on with her violent spasms.

Her loins were on fire and she groaned in delight as she felt Jimmy rolling and turning his fingers inside of her then. The bliss was more than she thought she could bear.

She moaned thickly, thrusting her loins up to meet the exploring fingers, locking and unlocking her cunt muscles around them as they relentlessly powered in and out of her damp, quivering pit.

She rocked and swayed beneath the attack, gasping with pleasure as he rubbed his thumb back and forth across her clit, sending harsh, demanding waves of need tearing through her wildly.

"Umm, so good, you wonderful bastard, so good," she cooed, lathering the flesh of his neck with her tongue. "Damn, you make me crazy, darling, just crazy!"

Jimmy would have agreed with her, but his tongue felt thick in his mouth and his lips were dry and quivering uncontrollably. He powered his fingers in and out of her taut, gripping sleeve, each stroke more powerful and demanding than the last.

Now, she began to ride her hand up and down on his cock with more rhythm and force than ever before. She loved feeling the shaft pounding in her grasp and from the urgent, squeaking cries that came from him, she knew she was taking him higher and higher on the plane of ecstasy.

She squeezed and massaged his cock as she worked on it. She pinched the thick, knobby head between her fingers and sliced his flesh with the nail on her thumb. Her free hand was busily massaging his taut, hot ball bag, rolling the throbbing stones over her fingers.

Jimmy's mouth was kissing her stomach now, moving slowly downward as he had the afternoon before. She sighed with pleasure as she felt his lips slithering over her damp, flat belly, and she shivered in anticipation as he neared her quaking pit.

"Oooo, really, Jimmy, ummm, yes," she sighed, giggling a little as his tongue teased the damp strands of hair that covered her trembling hillock. "That's it, honey, ohhh, yeah, that's it!"

Now the young boy was beside himself with desire. He forgot all about the fact that she had started this to get her way with him, he ignored everything in favor of the desire he was feeling.

Hungrily he rode his lips over the rim of her hillock and caught the taut, trembling button of her clit between his teeth.

The girl almost screamed in delight as she felt him sucking on her juicy pebble, lathering it back and forth with the tip of his rough, raspy tongue. He sucked the juice of her passion greedily, and swallowed it with delight, making her feel faint with the power of her raging lust.

She shuddered as he slipped his fingers beneath her ass, cupping her soft, pliant half moons in the palms of his hands. He dug his fingers hungrily into her spongy flesh, kneading and caressing her bottom as he attacked her luscious pit.

She shivered and groaned, now, her fingers opening and closing rhythmically around his cock as he bore down on her cunt. She was lost in the swirling sea of pleasure he was giving to her and she was so caught up in it, that she could not even concentrate on him, now.

Hungrily, Jimmy slithered his tongue up and down along her pussy lips. He lathered and licked her womb, stabbing the dart between her petals, driving it deep inside of her at that point.

"Ohh, my God, ohhh, Jesus, yes," she gasped, her thighs closing tight against his head, trapping it between them. "Do it, Jimmy, ummm, do it to me, now!"

Eagerly the boy rode his tongue in and out of her cunt, slicing it along her inner walls, licking and sucking the creamy fluid from her steaming chamber. He slashed at her clit and locked his teeth around her pussy lips, nibbling on them with a complete abandon.

He was totally unconcerned with himself now, he was so determined to bring her to orgasm this way. His fingers kneaded and massaged her ass, slithering back and forth along the damp cleft between her cheeks, thrilling to the way her anal entrance trembled violently each time he made contact with the ruby dot.

She was completely enraptured with pleasure, now, twisting and turning on the small sofa as the young man attacked her loins. Never had the pleasure been so intense, never had her passion been so overwhelmingly compelling.

She began to cry, it felt so good, and the tears ran in rivers from her eyes as she lay there sobbing under his attack.

She felt the angry fires building rapidly in her loins, drawing her higher and higher to some ultimate peak of sensual excitement. She groaned and thrust her cunt hard against his mouth, holding his head tightly between her moist, quivering thighs.

Jimmy powered his dart against her pussy with a complete frenzy now. He felt her pussy growing hotter and tighter with every stroke that he took, and he could not wait to feel her writhing in the grips of an aching climax.

He drove his tongue relentlessly in and out of her, now, lathering and sucking hungrily, feeling the heat of her wanting reaching an almost boiling point in the depths of her precious tunnel.

He could tell she was drawing near to her moment of release. Her hands now gripped his head fiercely and her whole body seemed to be drawing as tight as a bow. She pushed his head almost unbearably hard against her pussy and shuddered with the first, thrilling spasms of her release.

"Ohhh, damn, Jimmy, damn," she groaned, quivering uncontrollably, now. "Ummm, this is it, baby, ohhh, going to come! Yes, going to come, Jimmy, yes, yes, yes!"

Suddenly she was thrashing about the sofa involuntarily, her body jerking and bucking so violently that the boy could hardly hold her still. She screamed loud and long as the orgasms began to roar through her, and the boy drank hungrily from the overflowing pit.

Eagerly he powered his tongue in and out of her, then, slashing and sucking with a frenzied passion, delighting in the sensation of her pussy exploding under his angry attack on her luscious chamber.

She shuddered and quaked, groaning and sobbing as the spasms of lust and pleasure tore relentlessly through her. This was ten times better than the last time and now, as she writhed under the effects of her climax, she wanted more than anything else to feel him in her, then.

She pulled and tugged on his shoulders, desperately trying to draw the boy up and over her thrashing body. "Come, come in me, now," she whispered frantically. "Please, please, Jimmy, come in me now!"

Quickly the young boy slipped around and settled his hips down between her slippery, warm thighs. He felt her fingers grasping at him urgently, tugging him upward, trying to pull his cock to her loins.

Gently he brushed her hands away and guided the tool himself, toward her awaiting chamber. She gasped as she felt him entering her, his prick forcing her pussy to expand deliciously as he penetrated the darling tunnel.

Greedily, Jimmy drove his cock swiftly into her, burying it to the hilt in her hot, taut passage. He could feel her cunt undulating around his shaft, quaking and kneading his flesh in the throes of her own delightful spasms.

"Fuck me hard and fast, Jimmy," she moaned, bucking her pussy hard against his buried tool. "Ummm, come while I'm still coming, darling. Now, Jimmy, fuck me now!"

Hungrily the boy began to drive his cock in and out of the taut, steaming chamber. She used every muscle she could to urge him on, thrusting against him violently, squeezing his prick with her loins to excite him all the more.

He slithered his hands back under her ass and drew her pussy tight to his groin. He mashed his belly against hers and began to power his tool in and out of her with increasing rhythm and force.

Jimmy could hardly believe how great it felt being inside of her, then. The last time had been different, he had been too concerned with not hurting her, but now, now as she quivered and thrashed, he allowed himself to sink into complete abandon.

He powered his meat in and out of her cunt relentlessly. He ground his cock deep in her loins and thrust into her so powerfully that her breath was forced from her lungs.

Again and again he drove his prick into her taut, wet canal, twisting and turning as he buried it deep inside of her, the waves of aching need rolling over him so wildly that he could think of little else but the demanding ache in his loins.

"Ahh, Jesus, so good, fucking you is so good," he moaned, slithering his prick hungrily along her inner walls. "Damn, Sarah, I love this, just fucking love it!"

The girl laughed and shuddered, thrilled that she was making him so frenzied in his assault. Even in the grip of desire, Jimmy was as gentle and tender as always, and she was thrilled to realize that he would never think only of himself.

She shuddered and groaned, caught in his passion now, forgetting completely about her own lingering pleasure. She felt his prick throbbing wildly inside of her, seeming to grow and grow and she could tell he was going to come at any second.

He drove his shaft to the depths of her pussy once more and suddenly began to sob and thrash deep in her cunt. He groaned in an almost animal tone of voice and shuddered spasmodically in her womb.

The hot, boiling come spurt violently from the head of his cock, searing her inner walls with its thick, creamy passion. She jerked and bucked under the impact of his orgasm and hugged him tightly to her lithe frame.

"Ohh, dear God, coming so good," he moaned, rocking back and forth inside of her, the steady spurt of fluid bursting from his tool. "Coming in you, now, Sarah, so damn good!"

Again and again the thick, sticky fluid tore from his cock and he was writhing wildly on top of her, now. She held on tight, thrilling to the spasms of pleasure she felt him experiencing, her cunt delighting in the sensation of being filled with the hot, steaming fluid of his love.

For the longest time they lay locked together, the spasms of passion and exquisite agony assaulting them both. After awhile, Jimmy filled rolled off of her, gasping for breath, moaning in the lingering caress of his release.

"Ummm, that was marvelous, baby, just marvelous," he sighed, stroking her thigh with his hand. "You sure know how to make me feel good, you sure do."

Sarah giggled and rubbed her fingers through his hair. "You're not so bad yourself, buddy," she whispered softly. "Now, about New York ... "

She smiled at him cunningly and he laughed.