Somehow, she had to cry when she told Angela and Corrie all about it. It seemed so indescribably lovely and momentous, because there are plenty of women who don't ever, ever get it in the ass.
"It nearly killed me," she sobbed, moving her body in pleasant memory. "When I saw it in the mirror, his cock looked about as wide as my waist! And it was in me!"
"Oh, Jesus!" Angela gasped, a flame rising in her cunt. "How I wish I could have seen it!"
"I asked him if he could fuck us all, you know, at the same time, so that we could all, it, you know, sort of participate. Getting it, and watching the others getting it. Wow! I'd sure like to see his cock go into you, Angie!"
The blonde girl shuddered and closed her eyes. "He does it so great!" she muttered thickly. "You say you came, just from him having it in your in?"
"Oh, yes, Angie! Over and over! And I felt like he had stretched me until I'd shit all over myself. And my pussy! Was it ever twisted and hanging open. You wouldn't believe it. And when he got his fingers in there – it was crazy wild!"
Corrie had gotten up to let the cool air help quench the yearning ache in her cunt, and now she called to the other two: "Sid's back. And Burt, too."
"I don't want either one of them," Angie said grinning. "I didn't have any man up my butt, but I did all right. Sid's your lover, Reina – Corrie and I'll get out and leave you while we sit around with Rhoda. Right, Corrie?"
"Wait a minute," Reina said. "Listen, take Sid with you, hear? I've got some curiosity about that other one."
Angie eyed her quizzically. "You really believe in living dangerously, don't you, sweetie?" she asked. "Sure you haven't had enough for one day?"
Reina looked pained. "I don't think it's possible to get enough for one day, in one day," she said. "Do it, will you? Like I said? And if you can, sort of hint to Burt that I'm in here waiting for him."
She saw them intercept Sid and drag him off to the trailer. And she saw Angie look over her shoulder at Burt, and nod imperceptibly toward the feed barn. So she hastened to pull her dress over her head and off, and to creep into a pile of blankets, leaving one pretty brown leg outside, her cute and rounded ass barely under a fold of blanket.
She heard the door opened cautiously and did not move, heard the big man's feet shuffling in the loose hay, and sensed that he was standing above her. He spoke her name, quietly, and dropped to his knees beside her, and she felt the cooler air in her crack as he lifted the blanket and let out a deep sigh.
He said: "Reina!" once more, just above a whisper, and she heard the sounds of him undressing, knew when he stood up to let his Levi's drop, and continued her slow, calm breathing.
When he began to move her legs, she stirred, and when he got his face between her thighs and started rooting into her pussy and she tugged at his head and said sleepily: "Who is it?"
She almost laughed out loud when he said: "It's me, Reina, but don't wake up if you don't want to, honey! Let me suck you up, like you'd do to me if you were awake!"
She stroked his hair, murmuring: "My, my! Am I dreaming?" And jumped and shrieked as he got his tongue into her cunt.
Burt was breathing with difficulty, and she let her hand swing free, apparently aimlessly, but making certain that he had a hard-on. No mistake, he had one! She felt the familiar ache deep inside her, the physical need to be touched, to be opened, to be used, to be shot off into. Oh, God, she thought, to be fucked and fucked – how gorgeous!
He picked her up bodily and began to kiss and nibble at her breasts, whispering: "Don't wake up, honey! Stay asleep! Poor thing – you're tired! I'll take care of you!"
She felt his breath along her flanks, and the drooling of his saliva falling onto her belly; she was braced mentally when his face went again to her pussy and his big tongue curled into her, hot and slick, stroking across her cuntlips so hard that it was almost like a prick.
She murmured: "Are you going to eat me, darling?" And then she had to hold onto all her control as he found her clit and began to suck on it, mauling it with lips and tongue, running the smoothness of his gums and teeth on it.
She beat at his head helplessly as she shot breathtakingly into a deep orgasm, and as soon as she could get her breath, hotly wanting every part of it, she pulled him up to her, kissing away the slickness from her pussy.
He said anxiously: "Are you awake, baby? Stay asleep and let old Burt fool around some more."
Willingly, her heart hammering, she awaited whatever he meant by "fooling around", she closed her eyes and said: "Oh, I'm so sleepy, Burt! Don't wake me up!"
He turned her on her belly and began to lick her, between her thighs, up between her asscheeks. He began to lick her more fiercely, and to bite the inside of her thighs. It was a thrill, but her cunt craved action, so she rolled on her back, eyes still closed, and pulled her heels up against her ass, letting her knees fall open. He continued to lick and bite at the inner surfaces of her thighs, right up to where the huge tendon seems attached to a girl's body just at the pubic arch.
The girl could no longer pretend sleep; she was urging him on with low-pitched cries: "That's right, Burt, baby! Get a little closer in! Oh! Oh! That's it, that's it! Suck me!" And all the time, pushing and pulling at his head, his hair, his ears, she felt one orgasm after another ripple through her, amazed that she was coming so easy and so often.
He was pulling at the soft, short, dark hairs on her mound and straggling down her big, soft cuntlips, and he was snorting in her sex channel like a hog in a trough. Neither of them heard the door open at the back of the barn, and neither would have cared if they had. It was only Sid, who stood silent, face pinched in sadness. And Robin, who had told Sid she loved him, which was perfectly true at the time, with his jism dripping out of her cunt, had her legs locked around Burt's head, and was desperately reaching under him to find his cock.
The tall, skinny boy, was sad as dejection shook him, could see the opened thighs of his love, see the dark vertical line that marked her flowing, hard-working pussy every time Burt pulled back for breath.
He hated them both, although he knew he had no right, and most of all he hated himself, fat he had built a tremendous hard-on, watching another man fuck his girl.
He walked out of the dark into the sunlight, and blindly into Rhoda, who had had her eye to a crack in the barn. As he clung to her, feeling the roundness, the warm softness of her arms and breasts, they both heard a fierce cry of pleasure. "Oh, shove it in, Burt! Fuck me, baby! That's what I need!"
He could not help it. He pushed away from Rhoda and put his eye to the crack. Only a small part of Burt's big prick had gone in, and the big fellow was straining, pulling out and pulling in with grunts of effort, each push bringing a yelp of joy from the Mexican girl shoving her body up to his.
As Sid watched, something that had been tense must have given way, for Burt's cock disappeared, and he saw Reina's body stiffen with a convulsive pleasure. Sadly, he turned away, and Rhoda bold his arm. She was talking to him in a low voice, but he did not understand her words until she had him in the tack room and was working at the silver buckle of his tooled leather cowboy belt.
"Don't you care, Sid," she had been saying, and she was still saying it as his hard prick sprang out, right in her face as she knelt before him, triumphant at last over belt and zipper.
He came fully awake then, and tried to get away, deathly afraid of what he seemed about to do to the boss' wife, but she pushed him down on the pile of blankets and said: "Stay here!"
She shut and bolted both doors, and opened a big shutter above them for light and air. Calmly, she shucked out of her shirt and slacks, kicking her boots off, and her gaiety had a sort of ferocity about it.
"We'll both get cured, Sid," she whispered, smiling at him, unconsciously rubbing her big tits hard against him, letting them spring up with a jiggling bounce, the nipples a deep pink.
The boy watched her dumbly until she lay down and took his cock in her mouth, and suddenly realized that she was a woman, a lovely woman, lying naked beside him, opening herself to him.
He moved swiftly, getting to his knees and holding her to him, pressing her marvelous breasts into his ribs. "Oh, Rhoda," he said, his voice deep and strong, "how wonderful! Oh, Rhoda, baby, how do you want it?"
In the quiet, fragrant atmosphere, sharp with the scents of old sweat and blankets and hay the perfume that swept up from Rhoda's crotch was thick and beautiful. And Sid, who needed it, got all the benefit as her cuntlips popped open and he laid his fingers between them, deep in the hot slickness that seemed to swell and move as he stroked it.
"Have it any way you want it, Sidney, honey," Rhoda said in a thick voice. "Here, honey-boy, suck my titties! Oooh! Suck harder, Sid, you can't hurt me! Ouch! That's it! Where's your cock? Oh, here – how sweet! Can you hold still, just a second or two, and let me suck him? There! Oh, how great!"
She rolled her tongue around her lips. "I tasted your sweat, dear," she whispered. "What a great man you are!"
He dug his fingers hard into the most tender part of her cunt, suddenly excited out of his mind over having this grown woman begging him for a suck, a fuck.
She fucked forward at his hand, and his talon-like fingers sank deep into her. She was down on her back, her head thrown down over the heavy folds of the blankets, her mouth open and gasping out words of lust and love.
"Get up here, Sid, please, please! Kiss me, lover!"
He lay on her, his hard cock against her belly, holding her face, shooting his tongue against hers, probing her cheeks, licking under her tongue, and all the time, aware of her soft skin against him, of her breasts lolling along her ribs, and with his searching fingers still caressing the slick and muscular walls of her cunt.
Still keeping his tongue in her mouth, aroused by the wild sensuality of her hot mouth, he let his hand come away from her wet pussy, fingering the deep mat of crisp blonde hair, pressing against the sweated flesh on both sides of her cuntlips, pinching its warmth and firmness.
She was gasping something against his tongue, and her body was also, trying to tell him something – she was pushing her hips, her belly, her cunt up at him, and he rolled between her thighs, using one hand to push his cock down to the bidden spot where her hole throbbed and puckered, awaiting cock.
As it entered her, hot and strong and forceful, she held his head away from her face with both hands. "You're in me, you wonderful fucker!" she said hoarsely. "So good! So big! Oh, Sid, I'm so lucky!"
Her belly pound up at him with strength and skill; her pussy wrapped its agile walls around his dick; he was as good as Burt or Jud, as good as anyone. And he would be hers!
The come-feeling grew in the head of the boy's cock; the pressure built in his balls; the long column, less sensitive than the glans, felt its own hard, satisfactory experience as Sid pistoned in and out of the slippery, welcoming sleeve of hot, wriggling flesh and membrane. He had been so hot he might have shot his load in his jeans as he watched Reina getting it right up her hot cunt from Burt. Now, magically, he was fucking this superior woman, she was fucking him in a way his cock and every other part of his body could appreciate, and he was holding his load.
His skinny, strong body rose and fell, his cock crammed into her with a thump that seemed to jar Rhoda all over. Her cervix; twisted close to the aperture of her aunt by her position, got a toe-clinching jar every time he slammed into her, and she could feel the long and tender chute between her cuntlips rasped each time the prick slid out and banged in.
To her surprise, she found herself calling to him. "Sid! Oh, Sidney, darling! Come on, lover! Bang me! Bang me!" And, following each outburst of involuntary cries, she was sucking at his ears, his cheeks, hysterical with, heat and abandon. When she got his tongue in her mouth, she sucked at it as if it were his prick, and his abundant saliva seemed to her as thick and slick as semen, and her driving ass, her straining hips that shot her cunt up to him, time after time, was only a natural response to her dim feelings of fellatio.
The boy changed his hands from her plunging buttocks to the warmth and silken heaviness of her rolling tits. They caressed his hands, and they were big enough, long enough, that he could force one to his mouth, getting the hard nipple between his teeth. His hand had transferred her cunt's taste and smell and savor to smear all over the heaving globe, and this was too much – the slobbery grip of her cunt with its muscular sucking, the wildness of her sucking mouth at his cum, and his own taste of cum-juice, he sucked and pulled at her tit.
The long-held seed began to pour out of him, each jet making his cock feel bigger and better not only to him but to Rhoda, and she been a rolling series of explosions that pierced her all through. Her cunt moved and sucked on his spurting cock, his driving pressures causing thick rills of his semen to squirt out to soak his pubic hair, her moving cuntlips. He let the breast fall from his tired mouth, not knowing that he was grinning in the deep pleasure of a boy who will never doubt his manhood.
He remembered the magic of his first fucks with Robin, of the words which had shocked and stirred him, and without more thought, he whispered: "Rhoda, you're so wonderful! Rhoda, I love you!" She threw one of her beautiful legs over and around his butt, amorously pressing his belly against her.
"You doll," she murmured. "You long-cocked, hard-fucking, marvelous doll. I never came like that in my life. Oh, baby, you've got a home here forever!" She kissed him with deep love, rolling his tongue in her mouth, grateful for this moment.