Chapter 17
It was like in a dream. Wilbur's hands caressed her back and breasts and Sally Jean was filled with an inner warmth that dispelled anything outside-like the chilly creek. She moaned when he stroked her between the legs and she hung on to his neck and spread her thighs and floated as his finger worked into her tight slit and up her straining pussy.
Finally, Wilbur caught her buttocks in his hands and pulled her to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on his lips as she began to slide her slippery pussy against the hard, upright shaft of her cousin's cock.
Wilbur was panting harder and he lifted with his fingertips, stroking her heated vagina, and then when she was poised over the long pinnacle of his penis he let her down slowly.
Sally Jean cried out. "Uh, uh, uh, uh...." She couldn't help it. His blunt pecker was spreading her open in a devastating way calculated to fuck her to death. She was sliding weightlessly down his pole, feeling it cram up inside her cunt, filling her. And that was heavenly and when she squirmed her ass it felt even better.
Deeper and deeper it sank into her pussy until Sally Jean was close to fainting. It was further in her than any cock had ever been before and she clung to her cousin Wilbur's neck and breathed faintly, "I love you, darling."
Then her lips mashed against Wilbur's and she slid her hungry tongue in his mouth even as he started to raise and lower her with his hands and run his throbbing pecker in and out of her slot. It felt good. So damn good that Sally Jean didn't want it to stop, ever.
She sighed and exhaled noisily and squeezed her twat hard around her cousin's sinfully beautiful boner. She helped him rub her soft nipples against his hairy chest and leaned back feeling his cock lance all the way up her cunt to let him lower his head to suck her hot tits.
And then she was bouncing up and down, faster and faster, as he stroked his cock into her beautiful twat. Harder and harder he rode into her and she loved every minute of it, clinging desperately to his neck and twisting and writhing around his penis.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," she breathed loudly and faster and faster as he rammed into her. Her legs clenched his waist tightly, her heels hooking around each other as she tried to pull herself down on his cock like the top on a mason jar.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeee," she moaned, clinging to Wilbur.
She didn't even notice when Tony came up and stood behind her and put his hands on her butt and helped her cousin as he rammed his oversized fucker in and out Of her cunt.
All Sally Jean knew for sure was that she was being fucked to pieces and she loved it. Wilbur's cock tore in and out of her pussy with sinful force. She couldn't stand it, practically. She was on the edge of fainting, it felt so good. And it didn't stop.
Harder and harder Wilbur shoved his cock into Sally. The insides of her thighs trembled from the strain. Her pussy lips barely reacted when she tried to clamp down on his surging prick. But that was all right. Her body was filled with surging heat, her cunt was a live fire feeding on his stroking match.
"Ooooh, Wilbur," she sighed. She felt down around her thighs where they locked around his body and over the tight balls and up the constantly moving shaft to where it poked into her body and Sally was faint again with pleasure. She wished she could see it. She knew that would turn her on even more. But it wasn't necessary.
Like a battering ram, Wilbur drove his meat up her cunt and Sally cried and screamed because it was such a beautiful feeling.
And then he was moving faster, more frantically. He was plunging in and out of her cunt with furious speed and she couldn't keep up with him. She could only lean back and wait for him to shoot his load into her ravenous pussy.
Faster, faster, faster. The rhythm of his thrusts turned into one gigantic plunger running red hot into her pussy.
"Now," Sally screamed. "NOW. Do it now, Wilbur. Fuck meeeee."
Just as she expected his hot, plunging prick to nose into her like a spike, it was torn out and cold creek water flowed up her pulsating pussy and Sally Jean was writhing and twisting in ecstasy over the sudden flood of liquid so different from what she expected.
She clung weakly to Wilbur's neck and looked down and saw the engorged head of his cock in the clear water quivering and looking pale. And then it was spurting under water. A long streamer of white fluid shot out of the end and wavered in the clear, greenish water before breaking off and drifting away.
Sally hugged Wilbur weakly. He had pulled out of her in coitus interruptus to protect her and she thought it was really cute of him to do that.
Wilbur had barely let her go before Tony was pushing himself on her and catching her buttocks with his fingers and feeling her slit as if he wanted something out of her.
Adroitly, Sally Jean pulled away from him and struck out in a long swim across the mossy pond. Frustrated and knowing she was doing it on purpose, Tony stopped chasing her and turned to talk to Wilbur.
Sally Jean felt warm all over. Like she was insulated against the water by inner protection. She giggled. She had been. Wilbur's cock had been like a big match up her stretched pussy and she knew as long as she had that she couldn't be cold-ever.
She rolled on her back and paddled lazily in the water, enjoying the hot sun that was sure to work up a good tan in a few days-if she could get around Uncle Jack for some more swimming. She was thinking of that problem when she bumped into Billy at the far end of the pool and splashed noisily around before getting headed back for deep water.
But this time when she did, she had company. Billy swam along with her and up against her and finally she just drifted on her back while the boy dove around her, coming up and licking her titties and diving under her and surfacing between her legs and nibbling at her swollen clitoris or sticking his tongue in her sweet, relaxed cunt.
It felt good. She didn't have to think and she was practically sleeping in the still water when she felt her hips sinking as Billy climbed up her body, pausing only to nibble on her tits as he settled her thighs around his waist.
She could feel his cock pressing hopefully against her crotch. And when she stretched her legs, it slid in momentarily-at least the head did-and then popped out again. Billy was so frantic in his desire that she couldn't control the thrusting of his hard penis. He cried softly as he tried to get it in her and failed.
Smiling at him, Sally paddled back toward the bank and when she felt the soft ooze of the pond mud under her buttocks and the feel as it worked up between her legs she stopped paddling and sank down into it as Billy got his knees set in the bottom.
He stopped whimpering when he felt bottom. Excitedly, he held his cock in his hand and-lined it up with Sally Jean's twat and then pushed forward with his knees and sank it in her to the balls. Eagerly, like the young boy he was, he threshed furiously up and down on her, fucking her with fast, nonstop movements that made up for his small penis.
Sally Jean smiled and enjoyed it and let him have his way with her.
After he was done, Sally Jean washed the mud and semen off her body and walked up the grassy slope to a sour apple tree and lay down under it to get some rest. Her body was satisfied for the moment and she drifted off to sleep with a pleased little smile on her face while she half listened to the boyish yells of her brother and cousins down the slope playing in the pond. Her last thought was that boys would act like boys.
She was jolted out of her nap it seemed only moments later by Frank. He was laying over her and breathing down into her face and he was grinning hopefully.
It took only a moment for Sally to realize why her cousin was grinning. He had cleverly sunk his cock into her pussy while she was sleeping and now that she was awake she could feel it stretching her open.
Moaning a little, she wiggled her butt to let Frank know it was all right what he had done. They're all cute boys, Sally Jean thought contentedly as the boy stroked into her cunt.
Of course, she couldn't hold it against him, that he had violated her in her sleep. Boys, she knew, would be boys. Once they started they never wanted to stop.
Droozily she cocked her knees and put her feet on the ground so she could thrust back up at Frank. The meadow grass felt good under the soles of her feet and she groaned. So did Frank's penis in her snatch. And she lifted her butt and shoved and felt his wet penis glide all the way into her sex hole until his balls were laying against her butt.
In and out, faster and faster. Sally Jean stared up at the sun through the spread branches of the tree and let the warm glow spread through her body as Frank plowed into her cunt and she thought of Noreen and how much the other girl would have liked to be there with her, doing the same thing, fucking and sucking nonstop.
And Sally Jean felt a fierce joy from her musing. It was as if thinking about the red-haired girl energized her cunt and started fresh fluid flowing through it.
Frank pumped desperately up and down, sinking his pecker into her clasping hole with masterful blows until Sally Jean was quivering under the onslaught. She raised her legs and wrapped them around her cousin's buttocks and urged him hard against her-harder and harder until he was battering her already well used cunt.
It felt better that way. The shocks of pleasure lanced through her and filled her body and Sally stared up at the sun and cried out as if she was being consumed by it.