Later, we rode around the hills and she pointed out the local sights of interest, someone's hay field, the new barn a neighbor family had put up, a bay colt born in the spring and still a little wobbly on his spindly legs. We saw Roy Lee on the tractor, helping his father bale hay, and we waved at him.
Mr. Barton was a thin but hard-looking man, mostly bald, very red from the sun. Kim and I rode up and she introduced me to him. As I shook his hand and nodded hello I wondered what he would think if he knew that his son, stepdaughter and I had just finished the hottest – well, the only – bout of three-way fucking and sucking I'd ever experienced. He didn't look like the type who'd understand at all. He didn't remind me a bit of my own Daddy.
And finally, we crossed the ridge again and Kim left me off at the backdoor. She went loping off, riding her horse and leading old Duke. Aunt Cheryl was home. I saw her Cherokee parked in the garage. For a moment or two I considered flirting with danger, going out to the print shop and seducing Uncle Bill all over again. I had no doubt I could do it, but it seemed fairly dangerous. So I went into the house and helped Aunt Cheryl with super. This time I watched the way she looked at me. I even let my hip slide against her thigh. I leaned aver while she was getting bread from the own and touched her bent back with the tips of my braless tits, loose and pointy inside my shirt. The little shiver that pained through her body told me more than any words. I stepped back, muttering something about clumsy me, and she looked up, slightly flushed, and I knew. Oh, I knew! And it made me feel so smug and snotty, knowing that her innermost secrets were no longer secret, at least, not from me.
But what to do about it? Well, I thought, setting the table, the opportunity will came up, and when it does, I'll take it.
Supper was leisurely, and Aunt Cheryl appeared very happy to learn that Kim and I had hit it off so well – how well she didn't know. Uncle Bill didn't have much to say. He looked at Cheryl occasionally. More often, he looked at me, and once I touched him under the table with my foot, the way I'd done at breakfast, using my bare wiggly toes to tickle his cock almost stiff. He made a funny face, which Aunt Cheryl didn't notice because she was talking to me, and I let my foot fall away. I smiled at him, angelically, I thought, and I think he smiled too.
We sat on the porch for quite a while, just enjoying the sunset, and later had wine and cheese in the parlor. This time Aunt Cheryl brought out her own stash and we lit up.
It wasn't as good as mine, but I didn't taste anything which might have been that parquet poison, so I smoked a little and sipped some wine and pretended I was very excited by the illegality of it all.
Later, still, Uncle Bill got out his guitar and played some songs. I leaned back listening, and, God, it was the saddest song I'd ever heard in my life! It was about a girl from a coal mining family who has to go away from home and look for work to help support her family. After she spends the winter tending bar in some little hick town, she finds out that her father's died during the winter, and she doesn't have anything left to go home to. She winds up as a whore on the streets and is found dead under a set of stairs one day holding a note that says, "Fare you well, Tecumseh Valley." I thought about me, out here, and Daddy, so far away, and I started to cry. I couldn't stop, not even when Aunt Cheryl hurried to my side and put her arms around me and said, "Elizabeth," over and over, "please, baby, it's only a song."
She hugged me and rocked me and I couldn't help feeling her tits, loose and free under the thin muslin shirt she wore. My face was pressed against them and her nipples were beginning to stiffen. Her tits heaved and her fingers flexed where she held me. I could feel it, the lust and the desire, pulsing through her, and I could feel, too, the force she was exerting on herself. I stopped crying. It was only a song, after all, and I was enfolded in warm, loving arms that ached to do more than just enfold me. She leaned down, brushed back my hair, kissed my forehead and then my eyelids, and she said, "Are you okay now?" and I looked up, nodding, and her eyes were brown and really lovely, misty, as if she'd been getting a little teary along with me. Aunt Cheryl smiled and kissed my forehead again, and she turned to Uncle Bill, "I guess that was the wrong song, Bill."
He sat there cradling his guitar, looking at us, and I think I saw in his eyes just the faintest possible glimmer of enlightenment, but it faded as fast as it appeared. I knew he still didn't understand why his wife was so cold in bed. I knew why, or at least the surface reason. There was certainly something deeper and I intended to get in deeper, as soon as possible.
"Maybe," I said, "some more wine would help. And is it okay if I light up the pipe again?"
Uncle Bill started playing something fast and bouncy on his guitar, something instrumental this time. He played it with a few bad notes, but my toes started tapping again and I felt better. I touched Aunt Cheryl's hand as I passed her the pipe and for a long moment our fingers were interlaced. Then, she pulled away, the way she always pulled back. Not much longer on that, I promised myself. Her nipples had felt very interesting, inside her muslin shirt, and I had learned that interesting nipples could be more fun than cock teasing boys at a drive-in movie.
I was in bed, still later, smoking my own grass in my pipe. The knock on my door was quick and furtive, and the door opened quickly. Uncle Bill hurried in, wearing just his jeans. It must have been a little after twelve. He looked at me, smoking on the bed, and he could obviously smell the sweet pungency of my grass. I wasn't wearing anything except hair, most of it on my head, the rest curled around a rosy pink gash.
I spread my legs, a little and said, "Hi, I wondered how long it would take you to get here. Want some really dynamite stuff? Homegrown?"
And I offered him the pipe in one hand, cupping my tit with the other. My nipple was up, red and ready. He dropped his pants beside the bed and crawled onto the mattress alongside me.
His hand made fox my pussy. "Unh-uh," I teased, pushing the pipe into his mouth. "Smoke this first and tell me what you think. Better than your stuff? I have some seeds. I'll grow us a crop of Elizabeth Gold, okay?"
He nodded, and put his hand on my belly.
"I think I know what you came in here for," I added, laying down the pipe.
"I feel like an animal doing this to you," he said, "but I can't make myself stop. I can't make myself want to stop."
"It's cool. I already told you that." I had him by the cock now, skinning his loose outer shell of flesh, stroking him up nice and stiff for my pleasure.
"The way you cried over that song," he said. "And, Christ, what is it, Sunday? Your birthday?"
I nodded. "Sunday. Sweet eighteen. My first birthday away from home." His cock was filling up in my fist. I squeezed and felt the pressure surge through him. I slid down the bed and began to rub the end of him against my tits. It certainly didn't make him decrease in size, and it made my titties and especially my nipples feel pretty good too.
"Maybe we can have a party for you," he said. "I know Cheryl would like that. A cake, and presents, and we could invite Kim and her stepbrother if you want…"
"The only present I need," I said, "is tickling my titty. It's big and hard and all it needs is a cute red ribbon tied around it here and here and a little tag reading, From Bill, to Elizabeth. Happy Birthday and Sweet Fucking." I slid him into my cleavage and squeezed my boobs together around his prick.
He groaned. His hands were on my head, combing through my hair. I liked that. Hair can be very sensuous if you just give it a chance. Anyway, was thinking about my birthday party. What if I changed the plans around on everyone and turned it into a birthday orgy? Wouldn't that be dynamite? Like, I'd already made it with Uncle Bill, Kim, and Roy Lee. Aunt Cheryl was the only holdout in the crowd, the only one I hadn't sampled. Something told me very strongly that this situation would change for the better, soon.
Sliding down a little hither, I was in position for his cock to tickle my lips, the way it had already tickled my titties. I started to move back and forth, still holding his cock between my boobs. The end of him eased into my mouth, not far, but enough for me to taste him and enough to make sure he wouldn't be going soft until he'd done the job he had come in to my bedroom to do. I like that in a man.
I let go of him, slid back, and said, "You know, Uncle Bill, I really do like the idea of a birthday party. It might be a lot of fun. Can I count on it, for sure?"
"For sure," he said huskily, taking me by the tits. His hands were strong and knowing, and they held me in a sweet loving grip. I wasn't sure why Aunt Cheryl had turned off on this. I mean, I knew what she'd turned on to, but did it have to be either/or? I snuggled against Uncle Bill, took his pecker, and rubbed it on my belly.
"You know what," I said lazily, petting his stiffness, "I think I could really get behind you getting behind me, mmmmm?"
He didn't seem to understand. I took his hand, slid it down my belly, into my mat of golden fur. He sighed as he felt my juicy pink labes. Then, I pulled him further back, where the hair thinned out and it was just tight smooth pink girl. I pushed his fingertip against my asshole.
"Right here," I said. "I'll roll over and play doggie, and you just climb on and bury your bone."
"In your asshole?" he asked.
"Where else? Don't worry! I've done it before. Boy, have I done it before! And I dig it, too, really dig it. I could dig it right now. If you think you can handle it…?"
There was some hand lotion on my nightstand, not the best thing in the world to use for lubricant, but it would have to do unless one of us wanted to traipse off to the bathroom and look for Vaseline. Anyway, the Jergen's was creamy and cool and oozed all over my skin as Uncle Bill's trembling fingers worked it into me. I was on my belly, butt sticking up, legs parted, and my hands reached back to keep my crack split open. He had a ticklish way of applying lotion, and I giggled from time to time, so loudly that I was afraid Aunt Cheryl might snap out of her valium-sleep and come in to investigate. But I was only afraid for a moment, and the touch of his rubbing fingers was so delicious – especially when he pushed bud and his finger went into me. It had its sweet, vague resemblance to the real thing, but only a resemblance. There's nothing like a cock, a real cock, digging into that tight, slippery hole, pushing hard and deep. Ooohhhh! I'm starting to get it just remembering it!
When he'd finished oiling me, I took the lotion and applied myself to the pleasant task of getting him all primed and ready. He was stiff, no two ways about it, stiff as a board. It would be like fucking myself on a fencepost, but what the hell? I'd been fucked up the ass often enough to familiarize me with it, but getting ready was always an adventure. There were always those momentary qualms and doubts. Could I really do it this time? Could he put his peter where he'd already thrust his finger? Bet your sweet ass!
I swung around, again, and I presented myself eagerly, as wiggling. It was my sweet ass at stake, and everyone agreed that it was sweet indeed.
"Put it in me, Uncle Bill," I told him. "Shove it in and fuck the shit out of me."
As he began to work against me, pushing his oiled cock round and round, working at the oiled flesh of my tight but willing asshole, I found myself thinking ahead to the party Aunt Cheryl and Uncle Bill had promised me for my birthday. Party? I was doing a fair amount of partying right now. And I had plans for the celebration of my eighteenth, plans that maybe went a little further than anyone else had anticipated. The only possible stumbling block was Aunt Cheryl, but I was sure she could be handled if I could just think of the right approach.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" I gasped as Uncle Bill's cock slipped inside me. He'd loosened my sphincter with his finger while he was greasing me up, and I guess the muscles were as ready as the rest of me. In he went. My ass, jerked and his cock thrust hard and deep, the way I really liked it. I started to make little whines and moans into the pillow under my chin. He stopped in mid stroke.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked. As if it were possible.
"The only way you can hurt me," I gasped, "is by stopping! So get fuckin', okay?" And I wiggled my ass a little, coaxing his cock back to life. He got the message, and started to move his cock once more.
I'm tight, and it's not exactly a midget dick my Uncle Bill sports, but the tightness and the sense of being filled by his thick rod were exactly what I needed. My pussy had gotten plenty of juicy workout today, and it would get more in the days and weeks and months to come, but I needed it up the ass right now. I hadn't guessed how much I needed it until Uncle Bill's deep strokes began to set my body afire.
"Ooohhh, you're doing it just like Daddy," I purred, "and I like it! Put your hand on my pussy. Yes. Grab me. Squeeze hard. It won't break. You wanna stick your finger in? Do it! Strum me like your guitar. Yeah! My pussy is the treble and my clit is the bash. Do that Travis picking, oh, shit, yes! Can you move your cock a little deeper? I know it's tight, but I won't tear, Daddy's bigger than you, and I can eat all of him, but you feel good, too, oh, God, so good, keep pushing, yeah, you're getting there – the clit – don't forget the clit – play with me – fuck me – do it all – this is too much – oh, Jesus, what a day this has been! You, and then Kim, and now you again, and…" I jerked my head around. "Why did you stop?"
"What did you just say?" he asked.
"I don't remember. Who can remember what they say when they're getting fucked? Oh, for shit's sake, do me, will you? Can't you feel how wet my cunt is?" I started to hump, sheathing and unsheathing his prick in my asshole. "Bugger me good. I want to be buggered. I need to be Goddamn cornholed!"
"It was something about Kim," he said, firm, unmoving.
"All right!" I panted. "If you want to know, I'll tell you. Kim and I went up the ridge, and we found this pool in the woods. We did some skinny-dipping, and then she ate my pussy and towed me how to eat hers. I kinda wish she was here right now because she wouldn't be sitting around asking dumb questions. She'd be making me feel good. And, boy, does she know how! That tongue of hers! It must be half-snake! When she sucks my tits I feel like I'm squirting milk into her mouth, and when she gets down on my cunt, wow! Is that what you wanted to hear? Kim and I had ourselves a fucking good time, and I let her do some of the same kinds of things I've let you do to me? Maybe we can get together, the three of us, you and me and Kim. You'd really dig it with her, Uncle Bill. She's so slender and delicate. You think she's going to break in two when you touch her, but she's really soft, and a lot stronger than she looks. Her pussy is small and red and sooo tight inside, as tight as my ass fits your cock. Bet you couldn't get your dick up her asshole, Uncle Bill, but ooohh, you could feed it up her pussy, and she'd lie there moaning and whining and curling those legs around your body and pleading with her eyes for you to be gentle while she begged you with her pussy to give it a rough ride. Oh, you'd like it! And if you fuck me really nice, right now, maybe I'll fix it up so you can have her too. Okay?"
"Kim?" He seemed unable to believe it. "I never even…"
"You never even looked at her? Don't tell me that! I'll bet you've fucked her in your mind a zillion times. You do me right and you can fuck her with your cock, real meat and real juice. But you've gotta be nice to me, Uncle Bill. I hold the high cards. So [missing text]."
"Christ," he said. "A couple of days ago we were living a normal life, and then you came along, and first it was me, and then the neighbor girl, and…"
"It wasn't normal. You weren't getting it, remember? I'm just trying to restore the natural balance and have some fun in the process. I can't have much fun if you're not going to use that Goddamned dick of yours, can I?" And I wiggled my ass again, more insistently. "You want it, Uncle Bill. You may try to pretend you don't, but you want me, and now you want a crack at Kim, too. You can have her if you want to, but let's tip all this fucking hypocrisy. Let's just do what feels good. Right? And what would feel very good to me right now would be…"
I didn't have to say anything else. He thrust hard and deep, causing me to moan in delighted acceptance, and within seconds we were fucking again. His hands gripped me almost savagely. He was doing that guitar strum perfectly on my pussy while his cock rammed in and out of my asshole. I'd never felt anything like it. He wasn't just fucking me. He was feeding it to Kim, too. I was getting cock enough for two girls my size, and I knew who the second girl was. Well, sure, I thought, why shouldn't he? I mean, Kim was certainly a desirable piece of girl. I'd found that out from firsthand experience. It almost made me giggle, though, picturing Uncle Bill lusting after the young thing in question and afraid to do more than fantasize. Kim was easier to get than a six-pack of Coors, if only he'd tried.
He must have realized that, too. His cock began to saw into me with a growing violence, a real passion, and let me tell you, I dug it. It plumbed deeper than cocks are supposed to ram up assholes, but who cared about that? At times my internal organs seemed on the point of rupture – or should that be rapture? I bounced my ass merrily, sucking up all he could give me, and he kept his fingers busy on my twat I was thinking ahead already, picturing the first time Uncle Bill would get in a three-way with me and Kim. I hoped he was in good health, because his entire body was due for a workout that might kill a weakling. Daddy, I thought, Daddy could handle it without a problem. But Daddy was thousands of miles away, and I had to make do as best I could. Well, I wasn't doing too badly, even if that song had made me cry a little earlier this evening. And hadn't I been promised a birthday party?
"Do it, Uncle Bill," I encouraged. "Fuck me. Be my surrogate daddy. Oooohh, just the idea of that turns you on, doesn't it? Maybe you can be Kim's surrogate daddy too. I bet she'd dig it. Mmmmm. I can feel that you dig it. Harder! I'll stuff the pillow in my mouth if I get the urge to scream, so you just fuck me till I scream. You can have this any time, as long as I'm here with you. What good is a guest who doesn't help out around the house? I want to help out. I like to help out. Help me. I think I'm going to come. If you just squeeze my clit a few more times and give me some of those deep strokes, jiggle my guts around, make me all quivery and shivery and, oh, it's gonna happen, Uncle Bill, you're making it happen, you and your cock, you're making me come, I'm going to scream, I'm going to scream like a bitch. Maybe I'll wake up Aunt Cheryl. That turns you on too! Bet you'd like her to see you doing it to me, wouldn't you? Show her what she'd missing out on? Ahhhh!! There! Keep punching me! Don't stop! Not for a second! And do it to my pussy with her fingers. Yes! Yes!! Yesssssss!!!!!"
And, true to promise, I stuffed the end of the pillow into my mouth and bit down hard on it, and the urge to scream reverberated through me. I didn't let out a single sonic boom, nothing but the cooed, purred, "mmmmmmmm" as orgasm hit me in the cunt and spread everywhere inside Elizabeth Jo Ashcraft. My butt lifted higher and higher, eating Uncle Bill's tool, while my clit throbbed in the pinching grip of his thumb and forefinger. My pussy oozed a river of sweet sticky juice.
He stiffened against me when he was fully inserted, and his belly wriggled against my butt. His cock lurched suddenly inside my tight asshole tube. I felt him begin to unload. God, I love it! A cock squirting jizz up my asshole! You can't really feel a dick gushing in your pussy, but the rectum is so tight you can't help feeling it, every sweet spurt and ejaculation. I was too busy climaxing to count how many gouts of cum Uncle Bill shot up me, but he thrust and moaned for a long time and my anal passage was full of his jism, but it could never be full enough, not to satisfy me. He collapsed upon me, his cock softening in my asshole, and he lay atop me on the bed, both of us sighing and moaning and remembering how delicious it had just been. We shared the intimacy of after-sex, the intimacy that promises so much more to come. I hadn't thought, when I came out here to stay with my aunt and uncle, that I would end up full of Uncle Bill's hot sticky seed. I'd only arrived yesterday, but I wasn't about to complain. Daddy was in Saudi Arabia and would be there for an eternity, but I could endure the long wait until his return. I wanted to hear Roy Lee's songs. I'd never met a cosmic cowboy before. I was also interested in taking Roy Lee's cock up my ass. He had an interesting slender shaft, one that seemed perfect for cornholing a tight rectum like mine. There were just so many things to do in the time I'd be here in Colorado. At first I'd wondered how I could possibly kill eight or nine months up in the boondocks, but as Uncle Bill's cock began to soften inside my cum clogged asshole, I started to ask myself if there could really be time to do all the stuff that needed to be done.
"What you said about Kim Barton," Uncle Bill said, once we'd disengaged and lay side by side, finishing a pipeful of my homegrown, "was that really true?"
I smiled. "Don't you believe me?" I handed him the pipe and put my hand on his cock. My fingers were very warm, where I'd touched the brass bowl. He jerked as I touched him. I thought he was getting ready for another fuck and I pulled on his cock. I wanted it to stiffen, but no such luck. He was fucked out for the night. Maybe I'd diddle myself to sleep after he left me and had gone back to the cold bed he and Aunt Cheryl shared.
"I don't know," he said, exhaling. "Maybe I'm getting old and conservative, or something. It's just that you talk so casually about doing some really wild, kinky things."
"I do a lot of wild, kinky things," I said. Should I tell him that Roy Lee had joined us for part of the Kim/Elizabeth championship bout? Would he think that was kinky too, Roy Lee fucking his stepsister?
"Don't worry," I added. "You stick with me and I'll get you all loosened up, good and proper. Isn't that a weird choice of words! Good and proper! Do you think that most people would consider it proper for a man to cornhole his niece, even if she was willing and extremely nubile? Or proper for that same niece to promise to fix up her uncle with an equally willing, equally nubile neighbor girl? You're getting red-faced, Uncle Bill. Either you're holding that smoke too long and too deeply, or you're seeing me and Kim in a 69. We did one, it was great. Maybe we'll do another one, private entertainment for you, something to get you all turned on and ready. Oh! You're starting to get turned on right now, aren't you?" His cock had become almost half-erect in my fingers. "I bet you would like me to put this in my mouth and suck it, wouldn't you?"
"Are you a mind-reader too?"
"I can read your mind, but we'll have to make it fast. It's getting late, and morning rolls around pretty early here in the country. So you just smoke the rest of this weed. Isn't it better than the stuff you're puffing downstairs, be honest?"