"Oooohh!" Susie cried out from within. "Oooohh, Jud! Something is about to happen! I'm getting the strangest feeling!"
"Orgasm!" the boy panted. "Don't you know anything? Damn! You're fixing to have an orgasm!"
The girl's body began trembling frantically. She writhed beneath the boy's body, her ass rolled sensuously, then hunching her panting cunt along the glistening shaft of his cock. Her head rolled, flinging her shining blonde hair from one side to the other. She arched her fits up towards the boy's chest, rubbing them wildly against him while he fucked with ever-increasing intensity.
"Ooohh!" she moaned. "Oooohh, yes! Oooohhh! Whatever it is, I like it! Mmmmm!"
Connie watched her body begin to shake violently. She could hear the girl struggle for breath. Then she saw her brother begin to shake and shudder just as wildly. He tore away at the soft little pussy like he wanted to tear the girl apart for real. He held her tightly, lifting her ass in one hand, then fucking her with greater force. His eyes were glowing with a new fervor as he fucked on and on.
"Uhhh!" he began to pant and grunt. "Uuuuu! Uhhhh!"
He shook with tight, rapid throbs. Connie watched them, knowing they were both in orgasm now. They clung to each other and moaned happily. The brunette looked at her brother's face. She had only seen such sheer pleasure before when he was playing baseball. Once, as he came boiling around third base, stretching out an inside-the-park home run, he had been glowing with the same intensity.
Connie pulled herself away from the shed and staggered towards the house. She had seen enough. She had seen too much. The expression of happiness of Jud's face had been too much for her to handle. Damn Damn! Damn! They were all alike, even Jud! They wanted pussy. They wanted all the pussy they could get. Damn!
She walked into the house and checked the dinner as it cooked. The smell failed to excite her. She was still disgusted with everything. She slapped plates and silverware onto the table, trying to work out her anger before Jud came in.
How would she be able to look at him? The thought suddenly hit the girl squarely. How could she face her little brother after what she had just seen?
She shuddered at the idea. Well, damn it, he would sure as hell have to go take a bath before dinner. She wasn't about to sit there with him having the smell of his cum all over him. No way!
She heard the front door open. Assuming the boy had walked around to the front of the house and watched the girl ride her bike off, Connie walked down the hall to meet him and send him straight up to the bathroom. She looked up to see her father coming through the hail, arm in arm with Rubin Peabody. She stopped in surprise, then felt her body tense up at the sight. Rubin was the one man she detested more than Mr. Thompkins. Rubin had been the one who started her father going down to the tavern after work. Her mother hadn't been dead more than two weeks when Peabody started keeping Bob Mason with him in the afternoons. They drank and chased pussy between the end of their shift down at the mill. They met again later in the evening to drink and chase more pussy.
"Hi, baby!" her dad called to her. "You know Rubin, don't you? I brought him home for a `quick dinner. We've got some plans for tonight."
He dug his elbow playfully in his friend's side to emphasize his point. Rubin, however, ignored him. The chubby man was too busy looking over the slender brunette in front of them. His eyes gaped at the way Connie's tits bounced beneath the sweatshirt. He practically licked his lips at the sight.
"Hot damn!" he muttered. "Bob, she's getting more like her sister every day! I thought Leila was the sexiest `girl in town. She won't be for long, though. Not with his little piece coming along behind."
Bob Mason responded to the compliments of his daughters. He grabbed Connie by her arm and pulled her against himself. He hugged her against his side, clearly enjoying the way her fit was rubbing `against him. He patted her ass affectionately, then let his hand squeeze one of her buttocks.
"I have to admit I sure know how to seed a girl-child!" he laughed drunkenly,
"You find a woman who wants a pretty daughter, you send them to old Bob!"
Connie twisted away from him. The expression on Rubin's face was more than she could take. The drunk was just about to reach his band out to her fits. She could think of nothing more detestable just now than having Rubin paw at her fits.
"Eat whenever you like!" she snarled at them. "Dinner is on the stove. When Jud comes in, he can serve himself, too."
"Hey!" Bob called to her as she started for the stairs. "You're going to eat with us, too! Hell, Rubin has been talking all afternoon about how nice it is to eat here, to eat with pretty girls around him."
"Then go down to the cafe and let Leila serve you!" Connie snapped. "I nibbled while I cooked dinner. Now I've got to get ready for a meeting at the church."
It was a lie. It was one of the biggest lies she bad ever told. Connie felt guilty about using the church like this, but it was the one way she knew she could get her father off her back. Bob Mason always backed down whenever the church came into the conversation. Connie wondered if it was because he felt guilty about something. Whatever the reason, this afternoon she was glad of it.
It had gotten her out of a tight situation.
The teen-ager closed the door to her room, then began changing clothes. If she wanted her evening at a church meeting to be accepted, she would have to dress like she was really going there. She pulled the sweatshirt off and reached for her new bra. She paused a minute, catching sight of herself in the mirror again. She straightened up and looked over her fits. Gently she cupped one of them in her hand and bounced it. Would hers look as soft and sensual as had those of the much younger girl out in the shed? How would she look if some boy had her spread out like that? How would he feel as he grabbed her fits in his hands and then rammed his big, hard prick up her trembling pussy?
She was behaving strangely. This was not like her, not like her at all. She shouldn't be wondering how it would feel. She shouldn't give a damn how the boy might enjoy bouncing her fits like this. She shouldn't wonder how it would feel to have a long cock go up inside her cunt. She certainly shouldn't be having this tingle of delight in her pussy and in her fits from thinking about it!
Connie jerked the bra on, fitting her heaving tits into the big cups. She stripped out of her jeans and substituted a light blouse and a good pair of slacks for the sloppy clothes she had been wearing. A quick brushing of her long, dark hair and she was ready to go. Too bad, she thought, that she didn't really have somewhere to go. She could walk in to the cafe, but Mr. Thompkins would be there to leer at her. She could walk over to the hamburger shop just on the edge of town. No! That was the last place she wanted to be. Matt Robertson was sure to be there. She didn't want to be around him. Especially after what she had seen this afternoon in the small shed out back.
The laughter of two half-drunk men came from the kitchen as she slipped out the front door. She picked up some of their words as she left the house. They were talking about it, talking about what everybody seemed to be talking about. They were laughing about pussy and fucking. The girl shuddered, then began walking away from town, towards the grove of trees beyond her home. She would hide back in the trees and watch. As soon as her Dad and Rubin left the house, she could slip back inside.
She sat down and leaned against one of the trees. Damn, she was tired! All the emotions that had been building inside her now left her drained of energy. She rested her head against the thick trunk of the tree and closed her eyes. Her body was still tingling from the thoughts that ran through her mind in her bedroom. Now that she relaxed, the thoughts were even more powerful.' How would it feel to get fucked?
Gently she ran one hand up beneath a young tit, pressing upwards, then bouncing it lightly and tenderly. Her thumb pressed through the filmy material of her bra, pressing her nipple until she felt little sparks of tingling delight ripple all through her tit. It was as though she couldn't control herself. Her hand and fingers worked even more sensually on her tits, then came beneath her blouse and cupped each boob. She gasped for breath, her body shaking with excitement. Suppose it were some boy's hands at her fits! Would it still, feel so exciting? Her nipples had hardened on her, becoming sensitive little buttons that sent flashes of ecstasy all through her each time a finger or thumb touched them.