Oddly enough, it was not Burt Rasco's prick which the girl noticed first, although it was hard to ignore, being hard, erect, and shining with its own distending blood and the slick juice from a woman's pussy, where it had obviously been.
Rather, it was the body of the woman, and Angela silently drew in a breath in tribute to Rhoda's beauty and it was the woman's lower body that her eyes focused on. The belly, from the navel down to the open, glistening cunt; the lovely swell of hips and generous roundness of buttocks, the inner thighs, opened comfortably and hospitably. But actually, Rhoda was a real beauty, all over.
Her voice was quiet, happy, clear. "You're not keeping score, are you, Burt?" she asked. "Oh, I love the way you fuck! On and on and on!" She looked up at the standing man with deep friendship in her face and body, and her hand gently drew the big prick to her mouth, where she ran her tongue around its gleaming head in sensuous art.
"You hollered loud enough to wake the horses," Burt joked, moving slightly to keep his hard prick active in her hand. "I must have really released something new in you."
Rhoda pulled at him so that he knelt on the big couch, then rolled down beside her. He kissed her boobs, so swollen with life and lust, and she pressed one of them into his mouth, which closed on it.
"I've been hot all day," Rhoda whispered. "It's Angela. Isn't she something? Her pussy is the wettest, slickest, the sweetest-tasting I've seen in twenty-five years!" The woman laughed. "I guess old Jud got into her night before last."
Watching the wantonness of the pair, so free and easy, so steeped in lust that they made every slight movement seem like part of an orgasmic ballet, Angela shivered. She had found a canvas chair which held her ass tightly, like a hammock, pressing her buttocks, her thighs, her cuntlips all together in a constriction of heat. She knew that inner feeling of fullness, part of it coming from the swell of her pussy as blood crowded, fiery hot, into her labia, her clitoris, the dark depths of her belly. And part came from an overflow of cunt-juice, which, having no place to go with her cunt clasped tight, pew and expanded like flood waters.
As she heard her name, and thought blindingly of the way her pussy had felt as Rhoda fingered it, and she had sucked at the woman's mature breasts, she closed her eyes and groaning, forced one hand between her thighs, loving the feel of her cunt hair scraping on her fingers, and slowly, carefully worked deep into the slickness and soft heat of her slit.
When she opened her eyes, holding her breath to keep from coming at first touch, and reveling in the feel of two fingers getting ever deeper and deep into the slowly moving well of her cunt, Rhoda was on her knees and elbows, her head on the bedspread, a look of joy on her face she turned toward Angela's viewpoint.
And Burt, grinning, was bolding the marvelous, shining pussy open wide, his face a few inches away, and the highlight on his lips and cheeks showed that be had had his face deep in those hot and fragrant folds. He ran his tongue out, licking around lips and chin, and said: "Rhoda, your cunt's a banquet! It's like a pudding! I could drown in it!"
"Suck it, baby!" Rhoda's voice was pleased. "Fuck it! But don't drown in it!" She waggled her beautiful ass invitingly. "Suck everything out of me that you can, honey. And then move down and take my clit! Nobody does that like you do!"
In the weeping folds of her own wet pussy, Angela felt a sharp contraction, an increase in the flow from her sheath. "Oh, God!" she whispered. "Oh, God!" Her mind registered the burning lasciviousness of the sight before her, the cunt-smeared, grinning face plunging again and again into Rhoda's spasming cunt, and with it her recent memory of Jud Kenny's cock, on her breasts, in her wrenching cunt, in her sucking mouth. In these rampaging pictures of love and lust she saw the big cock that stood up so hard and red from Rasco's groin, the very size of it seeming a threat that turned her bones to water, and the water to cum, which poured out, warm and slick, over her fingers, into her palm, and spread through the close warmth of flesh beneath her.
"Oh, Burt! Ohh! I'm coming!" the girl heard Rhoda cry, and then there was a long, wordless scream, full of pain and delight and completion, and Angela saw, through eyes glazed with cunt-fever, that the powerful hired man was holding Rhoda around her thighs and under her belly, while the woman's body thrashed wildly, gradually subsiding into limpness. At last he released her to fall in a naked, glowing heap on the couch, while the sated woman, her face set in a happy smile, crooned happily.
Angie's own orgasm, concentrated and pulled into a tightly burning focus by the way she was sitting, burned slowly as it abated, and she drew her hand out slowly, regarding the huge load that dripped from her fingers in a hazy sort of awe and love. "My God, Angie," she whispered incredulously, "you must have come a quart!"
She started to rise, and remembered the great, hard cock. Surely, neither Burt nor Rhoda could resist its needs. She was right, but Rhoda apparently was too spent to do much more than act a receptacle for the hard instrument.
Still smiling, her eyes closed, the blonde woman let Rasco handle her like a rag doll as he slipped a pillow wider her hips, she lay on her side, her closed ass to him. Her breast moved languidly of their own weight as be moved her, and Angie gasped as he lifted one of her legs to his shoulder, holding the hair-fringed fullness of her cunt open wide.
The broad head of his cock, looking shiny and purple in the candle light, slipped easily into the pink hole, but it's size was so great that the outer parts of her cunt inside as he rammed it part way in.
There was a keening yell from Rhoda, and the limp body straightened to plaster her cunt, her thighs her ass against the root of Rasco's body.
He gripped her with his big hands, pulling her on like a glove, and bucked into her fiercely, three or four hard, driving surges which sent all of his long prick clear out of sight until his pubic bait was picking up the wetness that gushed from Rhoda's cunt.
Angela's body was working in the same rhythm the good feeling deep in her pussy almost blinding her as she dug in deeper, harder, grinding her knuckles against the gooey, soft mush of sopping cuntlips, where every nerve end seemed to be avidly kissing the flesh it touched.
She began, although she felt not ready for it, to roll a warm, softly complete orgasm through her body, so that it seemed to flow out with her sticky cum-goo to blow like hot air against her thumb. She did not writhe or close her eyes – just let the feeling grow and rush out, and grow again until it was too big for her to keep inside, so that it gushed out again.
She sat straight up, letting the richness of the experience have her and mold her, and watched as the pair on the couch went into a climax that sent Rhoda crashing upright, so that her lover fell off, his cock spouting in the air.
He rolled and squirmed against her ass, trying to get it in again, but all he could do was force it between her thighs, wet and slick from all the fucking, and jammed it through so that the head of it was in sight. It was throbbing out long, milk-white loops of sperm, shooting up across Rhoda's belly, dripping over her big breasts, reaching to her face and hair, slowly rolling down her neck. Some of it touched her mouth, and she lazily picked it up with her tongue, smiling, hall asleep.
When it was all over, and Rhoda and Burt sat up, laughing, she stroked his drooping prick and said: "That was wonderful. You know how much I love it, Burt!"
And the young man, admiring her openly, said: "You're a great woman, Rhoda. A hot woman who admits to herself that she loves to fuck. Not many do!"
"If things work out," she said, smiling, "old Jud might bring a hard-on home from Santa Vaca. Won't that be nice? If he didn't fuck that cute Angie again today. Not that I blame him, a cute, hot little number!"
Sid was asleep when Burt let himself into the bunkhouse, looking very as he lay on top of the covers, and Burt gently eased the girl over, getting the blankets over him. He grinned at the boy's hard-on, and wondered which of the three girls he was thinking of in his sleep.
"All of them, if he's like me," the big man saw under his breath. "But that Mexican! Wow-ee! Wonder if I could get this big cock into that twat?" He felt a stir of life in his tired prick and laughed at himself that he wasn't fucked out, he was close to it. That Rhoda! What a wonderful person! Ready to fuck any time, and never a word or a look between fucks to make you feel obligated. Undemanding. With her, a fuck was a trade – even deal.
Across the dusty lot, in the feed barn, the owner of the brown pussy almost woke up as Angie pulled the blanket open and snuggled in. The warmth of girl-bodies made Angie glad to be alive, and the vestiges of twisting joy in her cunt added to the good feeling.
They all slept as Jud Kenny drove up the road to the red house where Rhoda lay asleep, also. She awoke to feel for Jud's cock he slipped in beside her, and a soft pull or two brought it up high and hard.
The girl moved closer, stroking a loving hand over the firm curves of Rhoda's lovely ass. She had a hot vision of this same ass on the night before, split td its widest, slippery and shining with cunt-juice, held so tightly against the brawny loins of Burt Rasco that his cock was buried far up in the wet body, now so conventionally covered: "It's no worse than the wife fucking a hired hard," she whispered mischievously, and clung to Rhoda's shoulders as both women laughed.
They had coffee and a couple of the warm, fresh rolls, and Angie gave Rhoda a full-tongued kiss as she left. She passed Jud, coming back with the first riders of the day, and winked at him. He made a gesture with his thumb of a rising cock, looking solemn as a judge, and the girl felt a tug at her heart. He was such a great old fucker! He went into the trailer, and gave his wife's tits a thorough squeeze as he slipped down beside her. "How come I never get tired of you?" he asked, as if to himself.
Rhoda shook her head sternly. "You've always said it's because you get your hands up in all those young-asses," she said, not really angry. How could she be? Not with Burt's cum inside her when Jud had come in her last night.
Jud laughed. "It must be true, honey," he said mildly. "But veal, no matter how much you like it, can't compare with good beef!"
He patted Rhoda's thigh, pushing his hand down into her crotch. Out of the trailer window, he saw Corrie go into the feed barn. The feeling of growth, of life in his cock continued. He kissed Rhoda, whispered: "Don't worry, baby! I never yet fucked a girl who wasn't willing!" and went out.
He went into the tack room, out its back door, across the narrow way to the back of the feed barn, and went in by the back door. Sun, shining through wide cracks, made it bright enough to see perfectly, add his heart picked up a beat as he watched the slender Corrie, her jeans around her ankles, buttoning a clean shirt.
Her legs wee not in the least coltish, having the grace and shape that needed only a few extra pounds to make them a marvel of sexual invitation. Her small ass was perfectly rounded.
She brightened as she heard Jud's chuckle and turned to look full at him as he strode to her. She did not move as he pushed her panties down and tenderly went over her body pressing her pubic mound, rubbing a finger ever so gently in the soft, fat spilt, squeezing the cheeks of her ass with appreciative force.
"God," he breathed, "look what you're doing to me!"
She looked at his hard-on and looked up at him, her soft mouth opening as her pink tongue came out to lick all around her lips. Hesitantly, she fumbled for his zipper, found it, and looked up at him appealingly.
"Is it all right," she whispered, "if I get him out?"
She groaned in ecstatic fear as she fumbled the hardening cock out, looking awed and, at the same time, worshipful. Jud pulled her shirt up and off of her, and whistled at the sight of her breasts, capped with big nipples that were flushing with blood and becoming darker, harder.
The girl sighed happily as he eyed her, and rubbed the head of his big cock boldly across her smooth belly. She felt her pussy swell, and hoped that Kenny would get his fingers down there and feel it opening up, but no, he had to fool with those boobs.
Some of her urgency transferred itself to the rough old man, and he said: "Unfasten my belt and shove my pants down. Hurry!"
To Corrie's great joy, his fingers went to her cunt, and he discovered her womanly flow of cunt lubricant, licking his fingers, grin fling, kissing her hard on the mouth.
"Am I all right, Mister Kenny?" the girl asked anxiously. "Do you think you can get it in me okay?"
She would not let go of his cock, and it seemed to him to be swelling more and more, getting bigger and bigger.
"I'll slick it up a little," he said, and got his shoulders under her thighs, rooting her sweet ass up in the air, her cunt split open with the coral-pink inner lips beginning to show dark streaks, of red as the surface veins were charged with driving blood.
He licked into her with all the force he could, driving the breath out of her with the rasping pleasure of his tongue on her tender surfaces, sucking her cunt hard, swallowing the delightful juices, then loading her channel with his spit. She a writhing in ecstasy, her eyes screwed tight, when he laid her down and got between her legs.
The first touch of the soft, taut head of his cock brought her to a frantic plunging, but he slapped her on her hip and grunted: "Relax, damn you! Lie still lie loose, or it'll never go in! There, that's more like it."
His cock was long enough so that, with only the headin, be could get to her breasts with his mouth by a slight strain. He took one of the tender canes in his mouth, felt her stiffen again, and once more, he slapped her flank. Immediately, she let her ass settle to the blanket and held his face to her tits with both hands. And to his surprise as nil as hers, his cock slipped in a little more, then another inch, and a very gentle movement on her pert, from side to side, pined another inch. He grudgingly let the tit go from his lips.
"Oooh, Mister Kenny," the girl whispered, "it's in me so deep! But I'm scared to move because I'll come! But it's hard to hold still because it feels so good!"
"It feels good to me, too, Corrie," Kenny answered. "Hold still, now – let me ram it in a little more. Ugh! Ugh! Goddamn! You're tight and hot! Jesus, hold on!"
Under him, the slender body had begun to writhe. By weight alone, he smothered her motions, held her on the blanket while she screamed her agonized pleasure.
"Oh, oh, oh! Let me loose, Mister Kenny! Let me come!"
"What a fuck you are," the man said fervently, taking his mouth away. "How come you're so hot?"
All he got for an answer was a wordless whoop of pleasure and satisfaction, and the slick sheath of flesh which held his prick so tightly moved back and forth, her ass having dug a channel in the hay to give her room.
"I can't stop Mister Kenny!" The girl gasped. She was now able to throw herself up at him, and the bursting of orgasm in his balls, the painfully joyous rush of sperm up his tubes, made him drive into her with the wildness of coming.