Their last morning at Kenny's had none of the spirit of bright adventure that the girls remembered from their arrival. The time had passed so quickly, so pleasantly, that the time to go had slipped up, almost unnoticed, and now it was here. And it wasn't just the three girls who felt the gloom.
Even tough old Jud, whose riding classes gave him half a dozen new, tender asses to leer – and just possibly, if things went right, to break in to a different sort of riding later on, said he had a lump in his throat when he considered that Angela, Coralee, and Reina would be on the five o'clock bus for Citrus City.
To make things even worse, the brilliant spring weather had been chased south by a storm front that had wept down from the north overnight, and a cold rain, falling since midnight, had killed business completely, and made the entire stable area a sea of slick, thick mud.
Rhoda, lying on her back in her big bed, warmly naked, her knees up and hanging wide apart to expose her pussy, suddenly turned and buried her face in old Jud's neck. Her hand, which had been holding his half-hard cock, pulling the soft, loose skin up and down, went limp.
"I'm sorry, baby," she said. "I'm hot, you're hot. But, for the first time in twenty-five yeas, I have the feeling we're just not going to make it this morning." She drew a deep, sobbing breath. "I'll suck it for you," she said.
Her husband sat up, his face kind. "It's those girls," he said. "We both hate to see them go. And they hate to leave. Rhoda," he said in a low voice, "we've got this great, rainy day, no way to work, a big house, two stud horse hands, and a hell of a lot of beds. Does that give you an idea?"
But Rhoda was already getting up, a smile on her face, and was getting into slacks, a woolen tunic, a raincoat.
"Burt drove them over to the Pepper Tree," Jud said. "Go pick 'em up! I'll get Sid and Burt and fix things up here."
The living room, once the three girls were ushered into the house by Rhoda, who had refused to answer their questions, was a sea of mattresses, and Jud, Burt, and Sid, standing naked and bowing like headwaiters, with their three pricks gently swelling, cried: "Surprise! Surprise!"
Every ache of parting seemed to disappear, smothered in laughter, gaiety, anticipation.
"Kindly draw names from this hat, ladies," aid Jud said grandly. "And please, the two of you who don't get the old master, don't die in despair we've got a long, beautiful day ahead of us, and who knows? Maybe the old man – with a little help, you understand – can get it up for everybody!"
Always afterward, when Angie, her thighs parted, her cunt open for a descending prick, remembered this day of sex unlimited.
It was so free and loose and unfettered by old ideas. It was so warm – no, so overpoweringly hot. To see Coralee, her tender, pink split quivering and straining to get the big cock of Burt Rasco into her, while Reina, her face rapt and glowing with heat and love, bobbed up and down on Jud's gnarled and rigid tool, was such a maddening picture of lust that she felt her cunt go slack with a paralysis of heat.
For she had drawn Sid's name from the hat, and, at least for a brief moment, she felt that she needed the fires of a voyeur's lust to make up for missing Burt or Jud. After all, she barely knew this guy. But who could remain aloof when all this love, this animal rapture was bringing little yelps of love-pain from the girls, and little groans of happily cunt-pinched agony from the two older studs?
And besides, Sid gave her no time for apprehension over missing something. He was all over her, the minute she heard his name from the slip she had drawn. His hands were warm as they went under her skirt, and they were wise and tender on her breasts as she skinned the shirt over her head.
"God, Angie," he whispered, "you're so beautiful!"
She was on her back, on one of the mattresses, bare as the day she was born, and her breathing was a struggle on Sid's mouth closed on her and his tongue darted into the dark approach to her throat. One of his big; boyish hands covered her entire mound, her patch of curly blonde hair, and he was pressing hard on the sides of her slit, really hard, just about an inch away on each side of where her clitoris, alerted by all the squeezes and kissing and stroking on mouth and tit and belly button and ass, was trying to get its head poked out between the thick lips which shielded it.
And then she we on her shoulders, her legs over Sid's strong arms, and a shock of pleasure lanced through her as the boy, his eyes grinning down at her surprised face over a fringe of her aunt hair, began to eat her pussy with zest and skill.
"Oh, Sid!" she cried, closing her eyes in ecstasy, beating her fists on the mattress. "How lovely!"
And suddenly she was coming, hard and fast, seeming to open and close as Sid sucked and kissed and bit and mauled her cunt from its crown of hair to its strangling sphincter muscle, and her hands had found his cock, and now they were rolling and hugging and kissing.
Fragments of lust flashed before her mental eye; her asshole quivered aid contracted in a blinding pain of memory as she remembered Sid's tool shoved in her from the rear, into her hot bowels, stirring new waves of rapture.
She heard, from far away, an excited cry from Rhoda, and thought: Poor dear! She's left out!
Then Sid got his cock into her, deep inside her cunt, as big as Jud's, as big as Burt's, as big as – what? As big as she needed, and they were fucking, Sid was driving into her and she was coming, coming, coming.
"Oh, God, Sid!" she heard a strange voice cry. "Fuck me! Oh, baby, it's so good! Wow! Wow! Wow!" And with each word she was breaking her ass, throwing this long, lean, tough teen so high that his cock came right out of her, to her puffed and joy-twisted opening, slamming back to batter her cervix and churn among her guts and stretch her sheath to its limits.
And in the waves of sanity that alternated with her waves of fuck-fever, she saw Rhoda, thighs split, astride Burt's face, the woman's face a picture of riotous bliss; in another flash, Rhoda on hands and knees, kissing Reina, squeezing those brown tits, and a hand, coming from nowhere, was buried in Rhoda's lovely twat, big fingers stretching her, twisting in the sweetness that Angie's tongue had explored and loved. No use to worry about Rhoda.
Sarah Bernhardt said, "There're only two things to do on a rainy day, and I don't like to play cards!" It was old Jud, wonderful old Jud, upon his elbows during a quiet moment, while Reina lay with her hand cupping his balls, looking up at him with love, while big Burt fooled around in the cute Mexicans.
Rhoda hung on Angie, kissing the girl in long, tonguing bursts of love, and Angela, her inner fires quietly, happily smoldering, got a variety of taste from the older woman's lips – after all, Rhoda had been cutting in on everyone, all this happy day.
There were three big mattresses down on the floor in the big living room; they had all been able to roll and twist and cavort at the same time, in the same room.
Corrie, lying on her belly, chin on her forearms legs spread so that Sid could keep his hand burrowed deep in her flowing cunt, was smiling. She had regretted their leaving, wishing for more sex, and she had had it – was still having it. Sid's cock had crept out of its nesting place in his lap; it's red head was showing, nodding, swelling. Soon he would bury it in that smooth pussy, and Angela knew how wonderful it would be for her sister.
Cocks and cunts! Three of one, four of the other. She suddenly felt the sharpness of desire run through her, touching her breasts, her belly, burning deep inside, in the dark heat of her vagina, in her bowels, still achingly happy from the night with Sid and Burt.
She became conscious that Jud was looking at her, his face bearing a satyr's grin. She had not noticed, but Burt had rolled Reina over on her back, and she was straining to get her cunt stretched over the head of his shining cock. Jud had been watching that his fatherly hand was helping the girl hold her cuntlips apart.
Sid had moved, too, we kneeling between Coralee's leg as she still lay on her belly, and he was dropping saliva into the crack of her ass. Cunt or asshole? Who cared? It was lovely.
Angela's heart picked up on a faster beat; she felt the itch of love flame up around her clit, in the flowing red channel that was partially covered by her hairy outer lips; her lips felt numb for a second and then, all at once, they were full of rushing blood and alive with desire.
Jud was moving at her on hands and knees. His cock was hard and red, shiny with the spit and cum-juice of every girl in the room except Angie. Rhoda, at her ear, whispered: "Lie back, baby! That's a one-hour hard-on!" The wonderful – woman eased the girl down, putting a pillow under her head, brushing the long blonde hair back from her face.
"I saved you for last, Angie," Jud whispered. He looked at his wife with a look of the utmost love, and she leaned across the girl to kiss him, long and deep.
With care and love, she held Angie's cunt open very wide. Angie could picture it; she had so much wonderful experience, so many lovely, hard pricks in it. So many tongues, too, and fingers, probing gently, demandingly, wildly, brutally.
Rhoda's tile were just above her as the woman kept the lips of her pussy open, her loving touch a complement to the hard stretch as Jud pushed in, a little at a time. Sloshy with her own cum, and Sid's and Burt's, slicked by the tongues of all of them, she was still tight. Jud's pressure was a deep knot of pain, about to burst inside her.
She could reach Rhoda's breasts, and she sucked hard on one of them, hearing her friend groan in pleasure. She tried to say: "I feel the juice pumping out, Jud! I feel you stirring up my womb! My blood is beating around your cock!"
But she could not do any more than make dumb sounds, for a prick had been shoved into her open mouth. Through eyes glazed over with the fever of coming release, she saw it was big Burt kneeling by her head, giving her his cock.
And there were two sets of lips, sucking at her tits – what had become of Rhoda? No need to hold her ant open now; Jud was in deep and fucking hard and rhythmically. But, beside the two mouths sucking her breasts, someone we busy at her neck and throat and under her arms, kissing and licking, and there we certainly one of her friends, busy and tender, slowly prying into her asshole.
All of them! It was too sweet. Tears squeezed out from her closed eyelids, a knot formed in her throat, squeezing Burt's cock so that he began to fuck harder.
All of them, doing this for her! She would never forget – never, never, never!
Everything in her began to explode into dazzling heat and light as all of her seemed to take fire.
Quietly at first, then, rippling like a captive snake, she began to come. In love and heat and crazy, quivering undulations of her body, she was coming. All over. And still coming.
It was not an end to a holiday in heat. It was a beginning.