Chapter 16
When they climbed down from the hayloft, Frank was careful to brush off the straw that clung to Sally Jean's slightly rumpled dress. His hand took the opportunity, too, of caressing her buttocks and slipping between her thighs and feeling her puffy crotch.
Then they sort of split up, the two cousins together and Sally walking with Tony.
"That was dirty, Tony," she hissed at him between her teeth.
Her brother shrugged. "You wanted a good fucking, Sis, and I arranged for it was all. You should be thanking me instead of giving me a load of crap for it."
"Never mind about my thanking you, fink." She glared at him but by then they were at the house and Sally had to keep her mouth closed. She couldn't afford to give Aunt Martha the feeling that everything wasn't all right between her and Tony. Aunt Martha would never understand. But she'd try to, and that was worse than if she did.
She didn't have much time to think about that, or Wilbur, then. Because at that moment her Uncle Jack came into the house and things changed a whole lot.
Uncle Jack was a leaner, drier version of her own father. But Sally always thought of him as belt leather and castor oil. And this time was no exception. With barely a kind word, he reassigned chores. Tony was appalled. He was going to help Frank dig a two hundred yard sewer line right through the barnyard. It was going to take at least a couple of days of steady callouses to get it right. And Uncle Jack always wanted things right.
Sally Jean was going to help Aunt Martha with meals. She wasn't surprised at that and when Uncle Jack threw in a moping and scrubbing chore of doing the rooms for her and Tony she wasn't overjoyed. But she wasn't too surprised, either. Uncle Jack believed firmly in the adage that idle hands find devil's play.
Sally almost tittered. She couldn't help it. She wondered what Uncle Jack would call what they'd been doing in the hayloft. She was sure he wouldn't think it had been the prelude to a church social and she did worry a little that he might catch on.
Particularly now that Sally had decided that she was going to fuck Wilbur Benchly half to death if it took the whole summer to do it. And even if she had to screw the other two cousins into exhaustion every night just to keep them quiet.
And, she added to herself, to hell with brother Tony, the fucking rat fink.
It seemed like the days flew by before Sally and Tony and their cousins had a break from the routine. Wilbur, Frank and Billy were used to the schedules their father shoved at them. But Tony couldn't stop muttering through his teeth. He was bent well out of shape.
The sewer line was finally done early that day and Frank came into the kitchen hot and sweaty from laboring under the June sun and said to Sally Jean, "You want to go swimming?"
She didn't have to be asked twice. Without needing any encouragement from Aunt Martha, though she got it, Sally Jean was dashing upstairs to get her swim suit.
She met the others at the barn where they were getting the horses. They had three big farm animals, not much for looks or speed, but sturdy as brick houses.
"Come on," Frank said eagerly. He held his hand down from the horse and indicated Sally Jean should take it so she could ride with him. "We're going to the swimming hole."
Looking around, Sally Jean saw Wilbur sitting his horse morosely off by himself and she didn't have that much choice. Billy was sharing his with Tony.
"Okay," Sally Jean said. She took his hand and was hoisted up behind Frank. They didn't have saddles and her legs had to stretch incredibly wide to straddle the horse's barrel. On top of that, she slid down against Frank so that her breasts in the soft cups of her bathing suit mashed against his back as did her soft, lower belly.
Laughing and shouting, like cowboys on vacation, the five of them wheeled out of the farmyard. And as they galloped clumsily past the house, Sally noticed their Uncle Jack standing on the porch and waving somberly as they went by. She wasn't sure, but it was possible that he was grinning. But then, it wasn't very likely.
Sally had to cling to Frank. The horse's canter was-uneven and she wrapped her arms around the boy's bare upper body. It wasn't long before her hands had started moving.
First she stroked his pectoral muscles, feeling his little tits. And while Frank squirmed she inched her hands down to his waist and the top of his swim suit.
Sally Jean had been sliding back and forth on the fast walking horse and she was horny. Her unprotected, naked thighs rubbed back and forth and she discovered that nylon was no protection against horsehair. Every time her body slipped forward, the horsehair pricked her through her bikini panties. And within a few hundred yards of leaving the farmyard, Sally Jean's pussy was a mess of itching, prickly feelings. It seemed that her whole pussy squirmed and twitsted in an effort to scratch that itch. It didn't help, either, that they didn't have saddles. The hard, bony knobs of the horse's backbone rubbed enticingly against her slot. There was always one pressed firmly against her aching clitoris no matter how she squirmed and moved around on the horse's sloping rump.
When it became unbearable, when all she could think of was resting and fucking to get rid of that incredible feeling, Sally Jean slipped her hand down the front of her cousin's trunks and wrapped her little hands firmly around his long, sweaty pecker.
As they rode, she felt her hands sliding up and down on it. The skin slipped loosely up and down his shaft and after a while Frank was groaning and holding the horse to a slow walk while she masturbated him without doing anything except hold on.
"Hey, what's slowing you two down?" Wilbur asked. He had fallen back and reined up alongside of Frank and Sally Jean. They were barely moving by that time.
Wordlessly, Frank peeled down his trunks so his brother could see Sally's small, white fingers laced around his long, dark prick. It was enough. Wilbur suddenly looked older than he really was, nodded understandingly and kicked his horse in the ribs and rode off with out asking any more stupid questions.
Frank kicked their horse and it picked up its pace. But so did the movement of Sally's fingers on his cock. Besides that, she was squirming her squishy cunt against his buttock. She had her hip tilted up and pushed the soft lips of her pussy against him.
Frank tried. He held back desperately. Grimly. They were within yards of the pond when he couldn't hold back any longer at all. Sally's hands tightened around his penis and that was that. She released one of her hands from his pecker and grabbed his balls.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh," Frank sighed loud enough for everybody to hear him and turn to look at what was happening. He felt liquid fire running through his penis. And then it was free, spurting in huge arcing jets into the air like a Greek fountain.
The three watching boys applauded.
Frank turned scarlet as he realized everyone was watching him. He couldn't wait to pry Sally Jean's hands away from his pants and slid down the bulging side of his horse. Sally Jean couldn't wait either. The horsehair prickling her pussy was driving her absolutely bananas. As soon as she slid off the horse she spread her legs and vigorously rubbed at her swollen pussy.
"Aaaaahhhh," she sighed with obvious relief as the feeling started going away.
She stopped and looked around and realized that all the boys were watching her. Immediately she stopped rubbing herself and said, "Let's get on with the swimming."
Frank looked at his semen splattered trunks and then dropped them around his ankles and kicked them off. "We usually go skinny dipping here," he said. "It doesn't seem right to be wearing swimming suits."
"Yeah," the other boys chimed in. They immediately stripped theirs off and threw them down and that left Sally Jean surrounded by four grinning, naked boys.
"Come on, Sally," Billy said enthusiastically. "You've got to take yours off too."
He was so cute trying to persuade her that Sally Jean had to grin. His youthful innocence was enough to make her do almost anything. But she shook her head. "No," she said. "I came out here to swim in swimming suit and that's what I'm going to do. Whether you like it or not." She made a face at them.
"She's right," Wilbur said. "It's not for us to force her to do things."
He really seemed downcast again. Sally Jean looked at him and his big, naked pecker projecting out in front of his body. It had started to wilt and she guessed her cousin was feeling guilty again for doing the wrong thing. She didn't want that to happen.
"Never mind," she said brightly. "I've changed my mind again...."
Smiling at all of them, Sally Jean shoved her bikini panties down her thighs and stepped daintily out of them. She noticed there was a red rash between her legs from the horsehair and that the itch seemed to further leave her when the fresh air and sunlight flooded her crotch. She sighed again. She had to admit, it really felt good.
In a moment, she had her hands behind her back and was unsnapping her bikini bra and piled that on her panties and she was ready to go swimming in the artificial pond.
The boys were silent as Sally Jean walked down to the still water. She was only interested in the pool, a wide place in the creek that the boys had dammed up with hundreds of stones they had scrounged from the pasture. The result was a fifty foot wide, five or six foot deep pool with the telltale green of algae that made it look twice as cool and inviting as a home pool polluted with chlorine and chemicals.
The boys were interested in Sally Jean. As they watched, she stooped over and felt the water and hastily backed away, her bare buttocks quivering enticingly.
Sally Jean was something new for her cousins. She was a beautiful girl with long, black hair and a pretty face. Her arms and legs and body were long and slender, too. She was rounded in all the right places with soft buttocks that jiggled and small, but sweet, breasts. They were taut, but still quivered enticingly when she walked.
When she walked out into the water, the boys slowly followed her and when she decided it was too cold and backed off, she backed into Wilbur.
"Oh, excuse me," she said automatically as she felt his hard prick jabbing into her rear. And then she turned and saw who it was and smiled and forgot how cold the water was. "Why don't you show me where the best place to swim is?" she asked him warmly.
Sally Jean put her hand on Wilbur's penis and stroked it almost unconsciously. The closer she was to it, the more she wanted it in her. The more she wanted to make love to it and feel it responding to the soft sucking of her pussy.
Wilbur smiled shyly and showed her where the water covered the bank and they waded out a ways and then he jumped off into five feet of chilly creek water.
Sally followed him and as she felt the cold water creeping up her thighs and swirling around her pussy and then over her breasts, she cried out with shock.
But in a moment, Wilbur's arms were around her and she was being pressed against his warm chest and she forgot about the coldness of the water as she stood hugged together with the water up to his upper chest and to her neck. "Wilbur," she said simply, "When are you going to fuck me?"