Sipping her highball in the shade of the patio as she relaxed in the chrome-framed hammock, Rhoda wished she had a daughter about Doris' age. Phil could ride her and Vern could pump it to Doris. She nibbled a sliver of ice. It might be a nifty bit of excitement, watching four young kids fucking like mad.
She frowned slightly. She got her jollies of a sort watching others screwing. And she doubted that an adult could get in serious trouble over juveniles humping cocks and cunts to each other. She shook her head, feeling more than a little tight.
Damn, she frowned, there come those Ormand boys again. Covertly, she watched them squat on the ground in the shade of an apple tree at the far corner of the yard. You little shits, I see your covetous looks, she scowled. I know what you're thinking and talking about. A twinge of worry flitted across her mind. Had Vern told them anything? Phil, maybe? That's all she needed, another scandal after the way the old man went up.
Maybe she was worrying for nothing. Maybe the booze was making her jumping, activating thoughts and concern when they weren't necessary.
"You boys," she called, crossing her bare legs that protruded below the loose legs of her shorts, "I told you it wasn't any good, hanging around, that Vern went fishing with Phil and his dad and sister and they won't be back 'til late."
She wished they would go on home. She pouted thoughtfully, wanting them to leave, but down deep wanting them to hang around. She would just bet they were talking about her and sticking around to stare at her bare legs and titties bulging in her sunhalter and think about the goodie-box between her legs.
"Did you hear me? Jack? Yancy? Vern won't be home until late." When they just hung their heads, she grew exasperated. Not moving from her reclining position, she called, "Come on up here. Before I get sore and forbid Vern to roam around with you anymore."
She tried to read their expressions as they slouched toward her, wearing old jeans cut off just below the pockets and T-shirts. They must have been talking about me, naughty talk, she mused. Yes, they got puffy peters from speculating. God, I hope Vern or Phil haven't blabbed to them!
"You've been talking about me, haven't you?" she accused, her eyes darting from their faces to their crotches. "You have-rotten, filthy talk!"
"No, Mrs. Myles," the oldest one, Yancey, who was fifteen, said.
"No, Ma'am," Jack, fourteen, echoed.
"You're thinking the same thoughts you were talking about down under that apple tree," Rhoda said heatedly, believing their eyes were straying from her bare legs to her now heaving bosom. "See? You are! You're thinking about my breasts and what I would look like-naked!"
When both boys paled, then reddened, Rhoda was aware of a feeling of uncertainty. Maybe she wanted to believe they had been conjecturing about her. She bit her full, lower lip speculatively. Just maybe. Hadn't she speculated on seducing the Ormand kids?
A sharp sensation like a needle of pain stabbed from her pelvis to her throat. She drew on the drink. Did she dare? "I'm sorry boys-I just thought you were ogling me and talking about how I would look with no clothes on. But, heck, you've seen naked girls and women before."
"No, Mrs. Myles," they said, almost in unison.
She eyed them somberly, wishing you could decide about making a try at laying them, or playing it safe and not taking the risk. People could be vicious toward those who messed around with kids.
"Oh, I bet you've seen naked girls-at least their titties," she said aloofly, with a tone of disbelief.
"Huh-uh," the echoed each other.
I'd love to show 'em, she fretted mentally. Would I, do I dare? "Well, I wouldn't care," she said off-handedly, "I'm proud of my boobies. Even if you weren't talking about me, I bet you'd like to see my tits-see me without a stitch on."
A warm was flushing through her. There was nothing from the boys. "I guess I won't-you'd tell your folks-or other people-or other kids."
"We wouldn't," Jack, the youngest blurted, face red and eyes bugging.
"You would, too," she countered, disputing him, wishing, praying she could trust them. "I could be nice to you," the thirty-eight-year-old brunette said, shifting in the hammock, arching her back unobtrusively to accent the opulent bulge of her breast. "I'd never let Vern run around with you again."
"Aaaaawwww, Mrs. Myles," Yancy hum-hawed.
She exhaled with an air of boredom. "I wouldn't care if you saw me-nude. But you couldn't keep a secret." They didn't reply and she turned glittering, distrustful eyes on them and they shook their heads negatively. "You'd like to see me, huh? How about I give you just a little peek?"
There was definitely an attitude of growing eagerness in the expressions. "Well," she said, with the same air of boredom, "turn your heads for a minute." They looked away, their heads snapping around.
She raised and undid the two buttons between her shoulders that held the halter in place. Then she lay back, holding the loose garment over her heaving breasts.
"Okay, turn around. Now, I'll just give you a peek. Why don't you get on each side of me?" When they were in position, she carefully, teasingly lifted the halter, just a fraction of an inch at a time, until they could see the beginning of the dark aureoles.
She dropped it back and they groaned. "What did you think?"
"Nifty," Yancy breathed.
"Like more?" she teased. And her fingers carefully raised the halter again, letting them feast their youthful eyes. "Aw, shucks, why not?" she murmured in a tone of casualness and she raised the halter all the way and her boobies were fully exposed.
"Geeeeezzz!" Jack gasped.
"Welllllll, feel them," Rhoda said impulsively, lying back, letting her arms hang slack over the edge of the hammock, looking down at the huge, lolling melons on her chest.
She gritted her teeth as their timid hands touched the smooth globes, then grew bolder. "You can't hurt them, 'less you get real mean and squeeze too hard. Go ahead and play with them-kiss the tips, if you want to."
In a minute, she was getting something of what she liked very much. She had her arms looped limply over their shoulders and they were sucking voraciously on her twin breast mounds, their tongues rasping the hard nipples, sending wild, sensuous lightning flashes all the way to her womb.
She let them play with her titties and suck them for perhaps five minutes, then she patted their heads. "Now, I suppose you would like to see my pussy!"
Their tongues stopped moving, but their mouths remained glued to an ample amount of her firm, opulent breasts. "Want to take a glimpse of my hairy snatch, you guys?" With a chuckle of triumph at their desire and frustration and inexperience, she pushed against their shoulders.
"Well, leave off the tittie-play for a bit and get down there at my feet. Okay?" Rhoda uncrossed her long legs, set the soles of her feet against the bottom rail of the hammock, spread her knees in a slight sprawl and shifted, freeing the bind of her shorts. She worked one leg of the garment really free and opened it up with both hands. "Look right up the leg of my shorts," she said softly. "I ain't wearing panties and you should be able to get an eyeful of hairy pussy." When they gulped, she chuckled. "Yep, you're staring at my big, deep pussy!"
Even as they gawked, she carefully undid the button and side zipper. She held it closed at the waist. She wasn't the least concerned about being observed in her own back yard, a good ways out in the country. "If you will each take a-hold of a leg of my shorts and pull when I'm ready, when I tell you, you'll really see something."
When they had their holds, Rhoda released the waistband of her shorts and lifted her fanny into the air. "Pull! Pull 'em hard! All the way!" They yanked and she lay there in full nakedness before their entranced eyes.
And, by God, they both had great big hard-ons! She chortled musically at their youthful confusion. "I guess you ain't ever seen a naked dame before," she winked. For a couple of minutes she lay there stretched out full length with her long legs together, thighs crushed so that her broad, hairy mound was pooched upward, accenting the flatness of belly she was so proud of.
A lecherous lust began working in Rhoda, starting deep in her guts and surging upward to further swell her magnificent breasts and put a fever in her brain,
Look at me, her mind cried, pride in her tall, lithe body adding to her wantonness. See my nude body, my big titties, my hair patch, my fat love bun above my hot pussy!
As the two Ormand brothers gawked with unblinking eyes, she drew her feet up, scissoring her knees outward, giving them a glimpse of her thick cuntal lips. Her legs straightened again, closing of the view. She laughed gleefully, enchanted by their obvious sexual enthrallment and surprise at their good fortune.
Then she made calisthenics of scissoring her legs lewdly, showing them her snatch with the deep pink inner lining, shutting off their view. Over and over again. Maybe three minutes. The lumps and welts in their ragged shorts were tremendous. Ripe for rape and fucking, she gloated.
Without warning, she came to a sitting position, legs dangling on either side of the hammock. The boys stumbled back a step or two, then came back. "Right here," she said, an unaccustomed throatiness to her voice. Keeping their gazes riveted to her exposed, slightly gaping pink pussy furrow, they sidled around the hammock. Expertly, Rhoda attacked the flies of their shorts, had both open and gaping in seconds. A little shove and their goodies spilled out in her hands.
She mauled and pawed them, kneading their balls as if she had a set of dice in each hand. Then she turned her attention to their hard, ample pussy-stingers, Geez, the slits in the tips of the purplish heads of their cocks were seeping clear, delectable honey.
Between her spraddled thighs her pussy was churning maddeningly, as if it had a mind and was crying out for a meal of cock and some hot screwing. Rhoda fought a dizziness, like heady wine. Here she had two fine pricks in her hands and didn't know which one to use first, or whether she should go down on them or fuck them up her passion-greased twat canal.
Her belly was a pool of pain, she was craving fucking so badly. If only she had them in the bedroom, on the big double-bed. But the patio would do. Reluctantly, she released the pair of pricks, got up on wavering legs and dragged a shag rug into place, a rug she had beaten the dust out of that morning.
"Do you think you can savvy it dog-fashion?" r/he said, voice deep and guttural. Without waiting for a reply, she positioned herself on all-fours, motioning for one of the kids to kneel behind her. Then she waved the other around to her front, grabbed his wobbling cock and tugged him onto his knees before her face.
"You wait a second," she said to him, turning her attention to the young boy behind her. "Get your gadget up close and put your hands firmly on my waist."
Rhoda peered between the pendulums of her titties, reached for his cock and set it without wasted motion at her pussy. "Poke it into me," she ordered tersely. "If I'm gonna fuck and suck you two, we got to get with it; the afternoon is going."
She looked back over a shoulder, feeling the hot head of his cock poised at the fluttering curtain that concealed the deep, dark, scalding channel of her cunt. "Well? Shove your cock to me!"
The kid grunted, gripped his fingers into the soft, pliable flesh of her flanks. "Aaaiiieee-Aarrgghhh!" Doris yelled with unrestrained surprise and delight at being bored up the pussy with such a surprisingly huge prick. "Oooooohhh, fuck it to me, you!" she wailed, her back bowing as she arched her full snatch back at his rapidly pistoning prick.
She looked back to her front, raised her head proudly, opened her mouth wide. "Can't you see what to do? Aim your cock and fuck it all the way into my mouth and down my throat. I can handle your cock-just don't faint or fall over when I begin sucking you off. Just keep fucking me in the face; you'll get your turn to screw my pussy-maybe even the treat of cornholing me in the ass."
Just before her mouth was crammed full of prick, she glanced up at the boy's face. "If you want to, you can grab me by the ears 'til you get the hang of fucking me in the mouth-just don't tear them off."
The kids caught on quickly, Rhoda thought dreamily as they sent their cocks flying into opposite ends of her at the same time, drawing them out at the same time. She loved the feel of two hard sets of balls popping her ends, one pair snapping up to plop against her Venus mound and the other pair chucking her under the chin.
She knew her mouth was talented. She sucked the kid into ejaculating first. But he was eager and loved a blow-job and kept fucking her tonsils as she guzzled his cum. But in a few seconds and a flurry of wild cock-fuck-thrusts the boy in her pussy was cumming and she was being hosed with jizz in both ends.
She did wish the kid she was sucking would pull his cock out of her mouth a little so she could suck the pulsating, spewing bulb.
Rhoda wished she could watch Doris handle two pricks at once, get gang-banged like from her dad and brother. Maybe there would be a way to arrange it. Who all could she get? Vern. Phil. Sure, and the two Ormand boys, the ones fucking her mouth and pussy right then on her sun-lit patio.
They had stopped jizzing, but they kept their dry-pumping pricks buried in her. Rhoda waggled her big bottom and worked her mouth of the cock she had been sucking. For a minute, head down, she gasped for air.
Then she said, "Change ends, guys." The cocks remained hard as stone, wet and delectable. To the kid she had sucked who was now at her rear she said, "In my asshole. See my butt hole?" And she reached to rip the cheeks of her butt apart to open her anus and show him a ripe, pink target.
She hesitated on her knees, balancing herself precariously. Then she felt the head of the cock she had blown burning like fire at the entry. "Slow and easy, get the head inside me," she instructed. She closed her eyes, held her butt hole peeled open and gritted her teeth for the initial invasion of her rectum.
When it came, she sighed with a delicious euphoria. Fabulous. His cock was just right for cornholing her tight asshole. Certain he would not slip out, she took away her hands, pushed her twin half-moons back to his pushing prick and braced her hands beside her head.
Again, she looked up at her lover, opened her mouth. "Fuck my mouth." She would have screamed except for the gullet rammed full of prick as the kid behind her nailed her in the asshole to his balls.
Ahhhhhhhh, absolutely adorable, being gang-fucked in all three of her love-holes, she mused happily, slurping cock sort of absently as she concentrated on the enchantment of being cornholed.
The kid's cock was gliding in and out snugly in her butt hole. She could feel the blood veins all along the thick, hard shaft in her highly sensitive rectum. She could visualize-she could feel it so keenly-her asshole sphincter string being shoved way inside her ass then breathing out as the boy hauled his cock out for another deep thrust into her rampant, cock-loving guts.
With her face impaled, she needed only one arm to brace her head up. So, she reached under her belly, caught the boy's flopping balls in her fingers and deftly pressed them into her jizz-drenched gash. She singled out one and actually succeeded in stuffing it, like a plump grape, into her passion-stretched vagina.
The kid fucking her face began sobbing, but she paid little attention other than to-redouble her efforts of sucking the knob when he out-fucked his cock, then slithering her tongue along the seam of the sensitive underside of his joint.
It'll just be fantastic, she mused, a tiny network of worry in her brain, if nobody ever learns I'm getting my fucking from a batch of real young kids.
Boy, her asshole must be well-oiled; she could hear a meaty, mushy squish-squish as the cock reamed into her bowels, then withdrew to drill back into her body yet again,
Then a new admiration for the kid she was sucking was born when he reached under her and began playing with her swaying titties. A fire was kindled in the turgid nipples and a blaze was ignited in her guts as she felt the kid's cock-head expand just before he shot her full of jizz.
Rhoda went off like an out-of-control skyrocket, again getting fuck-jizzed in both ends. In desperation, she shoved the kid's other nut into her tumultuously blasting snatch.