Brenda slowly returned to consciousness. Clint was asleep, his mouth slack, his body sunk into a posture of deep repose. She was amazed to see that even when his prick was soft and limp, it had enormous dimensions. She reached out for his cock, gently stroking it from root to head, trembling with remembered pleasure.
A soft fluttering of desire started in her pussy. She moistened her lips as she prepared to take his prick head into her mouth. But then she recalled that Bobby was somewhere in the hills with a little black-haired vixen hellbent on his seduction.
Quickly, she got out of bed. Gathering up her clothing, she dressed as fast as she could. Though Clint had ripped off the buttons to her blouse, she was able to tie the shirt tails in front, making a sexy-looking halter.
She pulled on her boots and ran to the stables, determined to get a mount as fast as she could. Once inside, she walked up and down between the stalls, examining the horses available. The stable hand gave her a long, lewd look, but she ignored him.
At last she decided on a tall, shiny black stallion, and demanded that the stable hand saddle it for her. The no-nonsense tone of her voice was unmistakable, and the stable hand wiped the leer off his face and did as she commanded.
With a smooth, graceful motion, she mounted the horse, and soon she was galloping off down the mountain trail. Though there were a number of directions Bobby and Katie could have taken, Brenda thought she detected fresh prints heading west, and she reigned her horse in that direction.
The stallion was fast, and in fifteen minutes they had crested Black Hat Hill. She stopped to get her bearings, and that was when she heard the high, tingly laugh coming from the stand of aspen to her right.
"Sash, there's a good boy," Brenda whispered softly, patting the horse as she dismounted.
She tied him to a maple and bed him securely to a low branch. Then she stepped lightly and cautiously over the rocks to the aspens.
"You sure are shy." It was Katie's voice, Brenda was sure of it. She dropped down behind a fallen tree and peeked over the top.
Sure enough, there were Bobby and Katie, resting in a shady spot by a stream. Katie was sitting near Bobby, her arm resting across his shoulders.
"I-I'm not shy," Bobby said slowly, lowering his gaze. "It's just that, well, I have a girlfriend already."
"So what?" Katie persisted. "I don't see why we can't just have a little fun. After all, why does your girlfriend ever have to know?"
When Bobby didn't reply, Katie gave him a seductive little smile, and began unbuttoning her blouse. Bobby was still looking away, but that didn't stop Katie. She undid her blouse completely and tossed it aside.
Brenda groaned at the sight of the young girl's pretty little tits. They were small and high and round, capped with little coral-colored nipples.
"Well, what d'you think?" Katie said. Bobby turned toward her, and when he laid his eyes on her lovely tits, he quickly looked away, swallowing hard.
"Hey, what's the matter with you, anyway?" Katie laughed. "Don't you like to look at girls' tits?"
"Sure I do."
"Then look. It won't cost you anything." Bobby turned back toward her. He was breathing hard, and little beads of sweat had broken out on his forehead.
"You can touch 'em if you like."
He hesitated, looking around guiltily. Panicked that he might see her, Brenda ducked down behind the tree.
"That's it," Katie sighed as Bobby reached out and grabbed her little tits in the palms of his hands. He squeezed gently, and she groaned with pleasure.
Brenda could hardly contain herself. She wanted to rush right down there and tear her boy away from the little seductress. But she knew she mustn't. He would never forgive her. So she knelt there in silence, her heart breaking as she watched him becoming more and more aroused.
Now he was taking the lead, dropping his right hand down to the girl's jeans and fumbling with the button at the top of her fly until at last he got it unfastened. In a flash, he unzipped her pants.
Katie helped Bobby ease her out of her jeans, and then he pulled her panties down her slim hips. Her little pussy was as delicate as a flower, the slightly raised mound covered with thin curls of black hair.
"Wow!" Bobby gasped, running his fingers through her cunt-hair.
Katie shivered and groaned, wriggling her ass into the soft earth.
Fascinated by how different Katie's cunt was than his mother's, Bobby let go of her tit and put his hands under her thighs, raising her legs at the knees. Now he would have better access to her cunt.
Brenda's heart sank. She had trained her boy well.
"So pretty…" Bobby murmured as he delicately pried apart Katie's soft pink cunt lips. Inside, her cunt was a rose color. Whirled like a seashell, it glinted with cunt juice.
Bobby licked his lips. Gently, he pressed his index finger into the small dark hole of her pussy, and Katie shuddered and groaned, flexing her thighs.
Encouraged, he pushed his finger in deeper, all the way to the second knuckle.
"Ungh, yes, oh yes!" Katie groaned, fluttering her eyelashes rapidly, only the white of her eyes visible between the lids.
From her hiding place behind the tree, Brenda was feeling a strange mixture of emotions. There was no question that she was angry and jealous, it was all she could do to keep from running down the hill and breaking up the little love fest between Bobby and Katie. On the other hand, she couldn't ignore the throbbing of desire deep in her pussy. Watching Bobby finger-fuck the young girl was really turning her on.
Bobby's finger was fucking in and out of Katie's hot wet cunt, making obscene slurping sounds, while Katie gasped and groaned and purred with pleasure.
Brenda could see how turned on the boy was getting. His hair was plastered to his brow with sweat, his face had turned beet-red, and there was a telltale hard lump in the crotch of his pants.
"F-fuck me, Bobby! Please, please, Bobby!" Katie groaned.
Bobby did not have to be asked twice. He pulled his finger from Katie's pussy and quickly unfastened his pants, pulling them and his shorts down past his knees.
He was so excited that he didn't bother taking off his boots. For a moment he gazed down at her, her legs widespread and bent at the knees, her pink cunt so luscious with its furry black trim.
"Fuck me, Bobby!" she whimpered.
He was shaking when he mounted her, his prick so rigid that the head hammered against his belly. Katie reached out for his prick, clasping the root in her fist, moving it down so that the head butted up against her needy pussy. Groaning softly, Bobby shoved forward.
"Ungh!" Katie cried, shuddering with the impact of his prick. When the tremor passed, she loosened up and began rotating her ass and hips, drawing his cock in all the way up her cunt.
Brenda held her breath. She watched with growing passion as Bobby pummeled the girl with a series of short fast fuck strokes. A spasm of arousal shook her so violently that she nearly cried out with need. Bizarre as it seemed, Brenda had grown so hot watching them that she needed to jack herself off.
Quickly she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down past her hips. Then she slipped her hand under the waistband of her panties and began to comb her fingers through the soft blonde curls of her cunt.
The sensation was electric. Instantly, her cunt began pumping out a stream of steamy pussy juice. She slid her finger up and down the gooey crack between her cunt lips, pausing to press down on her hard, pulsing clit.
"Umph!" she gasped, her eyes bulging as she attempted to suppress her gasp of pleasure.
But she needn't have, worried. Bobby and Katie were nearing orgasm and were far too caught up in their own pleasure to notice the faint cries of desire escaping from Brenda's lips.
"Bobby! Oh yes, yes, oh yes!" Katie cried, digging her fingernails into the boy's back, humping her ass up with devastating speed.
Brenda could see that the girl was coming hard, and this accelerated the powerful spasms in her own hot pussy. Quickly she plunged two fingers up her pussy, and her cunt muscles contracted around them, squeezing hard.
"Ah, ah, ah – take it!" Bobby cried out as he lunged deep into Katie's pussy. The sharp jerking of his ass and belly showed Brenda that he was shooting jizz.
That was enough to bring her off. She fell back onto the soft earth, spanning and groaning softly as a great sensuous wave of release washed over her.
For several moments she lay panting there, her passion spent, her body rocked gently by fading swells of pleasure. Then, wearily, she sat up and leaned against the fallen log.
Bobby and Katie were lying in each other's arms, their beautiful young bodies covered with a thin, lustrous layer of sweat, and this made Brenda sad.
There was something very right about the two children together like that, lying in each other's arms after a marvelous fuck. She couldn't hide from the fact any longer – she would have to share his fabulous cock with others.
Bobby began to stir now. He rubbed his palm along the sleek curves of Katie's ass cheeks and thighs, and she responded by wriggling against him.
It was clear what she wanted, and Bobby, whose prick was steely-hard again, fully intended to deliver.
Brenda held her breath as she watched. First, he pried apart Katie's ass cheeks. This made the young girl groan with anticipation stretching her arms before her, so her sensitive little nipples touched the ground.
Now he began to rotate his ass, his prick moving around and around Katie's pussy, barely gouging the slick, pulsing hole.
"Ungh, ungh, oh yes!" Katie cried. The agony of her desire was written across her face. Her forehead puckered into a frown, her eyelids drooped over her deep, sensual eyes, and her lips parted as if she were about to beg for more.
Brenda couldn't stand it. Once again, her pussy began to heat up with arousal. Once again, her heart began to pound in her chest. Only now, she didn't hate Katie. In fact, she identified completely with Katie and watched nothing more than for Bobby to ram his prick deep into the girl's sweet supple cunt.
"Aaaugh! Bobby!" she cried, as he fucked into her suddenly. He thrust so hard that Katie's tits were dragged roughly across the ground. But Bobby didn't seem to notice. His eyes were rolled back in his head so only the whites showed between his eyelids.
As he pulled back to ram Katie again, he dug his fingers deep into the smooth flesh of her ass, and she groaned and humped at him, still smarting from his brutal entry.
"God, you're tight!" Bobby groaned. He was smiling lewdly, rotating his ass so he could corkscrew his cock deep into Katie's pussy.
The girl gasped with pleasure, her little hips swaying to and fro, her ass pumping up at him.
"I don't think I can take anymore," Brenda muttered to herself, pulling her hand from her crotch, where she had unconsciously been diddling her clit.
As quietly as she could she staggered away from her perch on the hill, dizzy from the wild urges racing through her body. She untied the stallion and pulled herself onto the saddle, gasping as her thighs caressed the horse, and the stiff leather of the saddle pressed against her clit.
She reigned the horse eastward, cautiously coning him into a trot as they headed back for the stables. Tears flowed down her cheeks, and her thighs spasmed uncontrollably. With each step the horse took, the saddle humped up against her sensitive cunt and clit stimulating all the sensitive nerves there.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back the surge of passion that threatened to burst like a surge of water through a busted dam. Her pussy contracted violently, hot syrupy cunt juice welling up deep inside and pouring put into her panties.
A warm moist spot spread in the crotch of her jeans, and even the saddle became damp with pussy juice. The horse cantered on, its hooves flying over the hard path, its muscular flanks pumping back and forth.
Brenda was getting closer and closer to a much needed release. As her poor bruised clit thumped against the horn of the saddle, sharp sensations went searing through her pussy. She clenched her teeth and swallowed hard, hoping for a quick, devastating come.
Instead, she continued to teeter on the brink of climax, and when she pulled up to the stables at last, she was a bundle of sexual tension.
When she dismounted, she could hardly walk, so engorged with blood was her cunt, and as she led the horse in toward his stall, she shuddered with each nerve-wracking step.
"Here, let me help you ma'am." Suddenly the stable hand was in front of her, reaching out for the horse's reins. When she handed them to him, her hand was shaking, and he gave her a piercing look with his deep brown eyes.
This brought on such an overwhelming rush of desire, Brenda could no longer control herself. She thrust herself at the man, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her hot, moist lips to his.
He couldn't help but respond. Dropping the reins, he stabbed his tongue deep into her mouth, rubbing her back and ass with his callused hands.
Brenda ground her hips against his thighs, relishing the sweet taste of his lips. Then she pulled away from him and said, "I want to fuck you. Here. In the stables."
He smiled crookedly, looking her up and down, his cock throbbing against the tight crotch of his jeans. Then he gabbed for the horses reins and tied them securely to a post. That accomplished, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a massive, hairy chest.
A jolt of excitement sizzled through Brenda's pussy. He looked so virile and sexy, she knew he would be a good fuck. Eagerly she untied her shirt, and her tits bobbed into view, the nipples sharp and pointed as daggers.
"Oh man!" the stable hand groaned, patting his cock bulge. "I'm sure gonna enjoy this."
He came toward her and crushed her against him, rubbing his chest up and down against her big tits.
He was hot and sweaty, but Brenda liked that. They were two animals, come together to mate and nothing more. She pressed her hand to his fly and felt his warm, pulsing prick. Then she unzipped the pants and, reaching beneath the waistband, hauled his cock out.
"Mmmmm," she murmured, loving the heft of his prick in her palm. His prick was six or seven inches long, nicely shaped, with a thick shaft and a bullet-shaped head.
He groaned when she squeezed it. "Take – take off your pants!"
With her free hand, Brenda unsnapped the waistband of her jeans, then let him unzip the fly. At the sexy rasp of the zipper, she let go of his prick and gently eased herself down on the pile of clean straw at her feet.
The stable hand knelt down before her, his cock shifting slightly as he pulled his pants down past his knees. Brenda tugged at her jeans and rolled them down her thighs. She was so horny and desperate for penetration that she didn't bother kicking off her boots or sliding her pants down the rest of the way.
Instead, she opened her thighs as far apart as she could, and showed the man the rich, slick meat of her cunt.
"Oh baby!" he groaned, and in a flash he was on her.
She grunted as he pressed his prick to her wet pussy and shoved inside. Instantly, her cunt muscles grasped his cock, holding it tight, then easing up just enough to begin a slow, steady massaging motion.
"Ungh, ungh!" the man grunted.
She was milking his cock relentlessly, wrenching it with her supple cunt muscles while she thrust her groin up at his.
Pressing his thighs against hers, he rode her close, straining down against the bucking motions of her ass and groin, pulling his prick back just a few inches before he fucked it in again.
"Aaaaugh!" Brenda wailed, straining up toward him as a powerful climax ripped through her guts.
When her climax crested, fuck cream poured from her pussy, so that the stable hand's prick sloshed and slathered in her cunt. At the same time, her cunt muscles relaxed, and he was able to fuck into her with increasing speed, working up a lather of pussy juice at the entrance to her fuck hole.
Then, all at once, he threw his head back, shafted his prick in deep and bellowed as he let loose with a torrent of hot jizz.
Brenda sighed with pleasure as she felt the hot thick cum spray into her pussy. She felt a delicious warmth spreading through her body and sighed with contentment.
Gazing up at the sweating, panting man, she smiled at him and ran her finger gently across his sticky brow.
"It was good," she murmured sweetly, but she was already thinking about what she would do when she got Bobby home alone.