"Huhhh… Ohhhmmmmm… Howell!"
"Well? Do you want me to stop or do you want more cock?"
"Uhhhhhh… Ohhh more… more!"
"More what?" he said, torturing her with light rubs in and out. Her pussy was contracting tightly inside around nothing. She felt empty all of a sudden. She jerked her hands and the thongs rubbed her and rubbed the underside of Howell's barb.
"Ohhh… more cock! Give me, give me… give me now!"
Vicky let out a trembly little gasp of thankfulness as that thick meat speared deep into her writhing body.
Abby stood before her mirror smiling broadly. She wore nothing but a small pair of riding spurs. It'd been nice of her friend Beth to loan them. They were polished metal and fit her naked heel snugly with the ankle strap pulled to the last hole. They weren't really sharp, the rowels being inch-long protuberances of steel, rounded on the tips so as not to injure the horse. Or man, Abby thought, feeling her cunt moisten with the naughty thought. She was feeling a little brutal tonight. After the way her brother had treated her in the hall. After writing such a crude note to her. Yes, she'd recognized her own lust. But Howell acted as if she belonged to him, tit and pussy, body and soul. He'd probably seen how bored she was with Perry. And it was true. When her brother had slipped his hot, hard cock into her body in the hall, she'd gone to pieces. It had felt wonderful. But she wanted to have a little control in the matter now.
She clinked the spurs together and strode proudly across the room, her big breasts bouncing on her narrow chest. Yes, she'd show Howell tonight. When he came, she'd show him how to ride all right.
Abby turned off the lights and slipped into bed. It was going to be a dark night with the moon not risen yet. She lay there listening to the night sounds grow louder, waiting for the steps outside her door. And finally, her incestuous brother eased the door open and slipped inside. But in the faint glimmer of illumination from the hall light, she thought she'd glimpsed a form too slender, too blond to be her brother. Or was she mistaken?
"Hey Vicky?" a young voice whispered, "I'm h-h-here."
Abby's mind did cartwheels for a second or two. And then she knew who it was, she almost laughed out loud. But as she thought of her situation, she felt a tingling excitement even more feverish than she'd experienced waiting for Howell. It dawned on her that her cousin Kevin had made his mistake in good faith. So would it matter if she stepped in for her younger sister just this once? The idea was extremely titillating.
"Here darling," she whispered, trying to disguise her words to sound like she thought Vicky might speak. Kevin stumbled forward in the dark. She was in shadows so he couldn't see her yet.
"Vicky? Is that you?" He put out a hand. Abby took it and pulled him down on top of her body. The young boy squirmed as if he wasn't quite sure. She could sense his youthful shyness, his unpolished way of acting. And this excited Abby all the more.
"Hey," she said huskily, "I thought you couldn't talk."
"You're not Vicky!" he gasped. But she had her arms tightly around him now, had wrapped her legs up around his. She let him feel the cool steel of her spurs.
"Does it matter? Wouldn't you like to kiss one of these?" She pushed one big breast up towards his face. Kevin gave an excited gasp and stared at the soft, white flesh, the darker circle that bordered her even darker nipple. Abby dragged one spur slowly up the back of his thigh. "Go ahead, you pretty boy. Suck on it!"
"I… was supposed to m-m-meet Vicky."
"Vicky will never know." She put her fingers into his blond hair and scratched the nape of his neck. His cock, which had grown limp against her belly, stiffened suddenly. She pulled his mouth down over her nipple, felt him pull the engorged nubbin between his teeth.
"Ohhh shit… Ohhhh yesssss!" She writhed her belly against his hardness, teasing the spurs up and down the backs of his legs now. Kevin was breathing hard through his nostrils. He began to fondle her tits with both hands as he licked them.
"They're really b-b-big!"
"Yes, bigger than Vicky's tits, aren't they?"
"Lots bigger."
"And softer too."
He went on suckling, "Mmmmmmmm!"
"Baby, you're so hot. Let me find you down here…" Her fingers searched between their bellies. She circled his cock and guided it down. She had her hips tilted sharply up, her thighs spread wide to make her pussy bloom. The slender head of her cousin's cock went into her softness without resistance. She bucked her hips once and the streamlined barb plunged four inches. A shudder went through Kevin's body. Abby made her powerful cunt tighten then, felt the pressure squeezing down on the lovely, white cock.
"You see, I'm just as tight as your hot little Vicky is!" she laughed, holding his prick firmly with her pussy as she let him feel the spurs more. "Come on, hump me a little. Don't you know how?" The boy moved his hips slightly but Abby could tell that he was still suffering from the shock of getting some strange pussy. She put her spurs against his ass cheeks and dug them in hard.
"Yaaahhhhh," Kevin grunted, spearing his prick to the hilt. When he drew his hips back again, Abby let him have the spurs harder. "Ghhhaaaa!" Again she was fucked deep by the slender cock. She held the spurs hard against his bottom, grinding her hips around in wild circles to stir the tip of her clit from its hiding place.
"Wwwooooo," she cooed, scratching his shoulders deeply with her nails. "This is the way I like to fuck… Ohhh God is it ever!"
"Abby… it hurts when you d-d-do that!" She let him have her spurs again, enjoying his grunts of pain mixed with pleasure. When he fucked deep, escaping from the jabs, she clenched down hard on his shaft again, concentrating with all her power. The slender male body jerked and writhed on top of her, his gasps wetting her neck where his lips brushed.
"You won't get anything so good from Vicky," Abby hissed. "She doesn't know her young little twat from…"
"Ohhh it's so t-t-tight!"
"Come on… deeper!" She let him have the spurs on the backs of his thighs. Kevin lurched, grabbing hold of her body as he plunged his cock as deep as he could possibly get it. She left the spurs against his flesh, keeping him deep as she fucked her curvy hips hard. The breath came from her mouth in gasping explosions as her clit was dragged and rubbed against her cousin's body.
Vicky bumped against the wall as she fled from her brother's bedroom. As soon as his balls had exploded, filling her with cum, he'd opened the bar bracelets and neck loop to let her go. But he didn't seem to care that she hadn't quite managed to find that final ecstatic peak herself. She'd begged him to at least fingerfuck her or eat her out. But he'd slumped drunkenly to the floor, his cock still oozing sap. Now she fled, heedless, blind with the carnal hunger locked between her loins. She felt like almost anything could set her off and yet when she plunged her own small fingers into her cummy slit, she couldn't quite make it happen.
"Bastard! The dirty bastard!" She still had on her filmy, short gown and the string panties that Howell had merely pushed to one side while stuffing her full of prick. But the silken crotchpiece was drenched with her own juices and her brother's cum. She felt very squishy and sexy between her swollen lips. She felt like she wanted something sliding up between them before she went insane.
She was running full tilt when her father stepped around the end of the hall and she crashed into him. He picked her up with a laugh and held her wriggling in his arms.
"Well, what's wrong with my little angel?" he asked, kissing her face. Only then did she realize that Carl was stark naked. Though she should've been shocked, Vicky found the warmth of his body exciting. She could feel his chest through the thin gown. Her nipples swelled against the rubbing as he gently cradled her ass in his hands.