"Ohhhh, I can feel it! Oh wow, I can feel him cumming, and I'm cumming tooooo!"
She bobbed her ass around crazily, swaying from one side to the other as the German Shepherd hung on for dear life. Marcie watched, her eyes wide and glazed as another orgasm slammed through her own cunt and took her breath away. Oh, this was too much, far too much!
"Uhhhh…" Kathy gasped.
It was over! Kathy sagged toward the mattress even more, her body growing limp.
Pardner finished shooting the last of his cum-load into her pussy before crawling off. He moved past Marcie, stopping only for a second to sniff around her cunt before jumping off the bed and curling up. The girl looked down, watching him lick his softening cock. It was all slick and red, wet with his cum and hers and her cousin's pussy cream. Marcie raised both hands, rubbing her upper arms briskly. There was something so wild about watching Pardner lick his prick like that! The slurping sound put her nerves on edge. Turning away, she looked up at Kathy who was still making pumping movements with her hips.
"Oh wow, that was wild! Really wild! And I think he broke my cherry, too!"
"Oh, Kathy!" Marcie cried, putting her fingers to her mouth.
"That's okay. Nobody's gonna know about it except you. And you're not gonna say anything," Kathy said, her voice listless.
"But you could've kept him from…"
"Yeah, I know. But it was so hot down there! I don't think my cherry could've been that strong anyway. I didn't feel much… just a quick kind of sharp pain. It doesn't matter." Marcie remembered the feeling she'd had when Byron fucked his big cock through her cherry. She'd thought her body would explode from the pain! How those shocks of agony raced through her body, splintering her like a fragile piece of glass. It had taken a good deal of excitement plus Byron's gentle caresses to get her going again.
"Guess I'm not a virgin anymore," Kathy added, rolling around onto her ass and smoothing her fingers over her tits. "Wonder what I should tell Craig if he… fucks me?"
"Tell him anything you want," Marcie said, shrugging, then dropping her eyes to the big dog once more. Pardner had curled up more tightly, his paws stretched out while his dark pink tongue licked over his prick. How she wanted to have him again!
"You know, let's try something really different tomorrow… I mean, really different," Kathy said, her eyes brightening as she bit down on her lower lip. There was something delightfully impish about her when she did that.
"What?"
"Tundra."
The horse's name made Marcie look at her cousin in surprise. "But Kathy… I don't know…"
"Oh come on," Kathy said with a wave of impatience. "You can't tell me you don't like doing this kinda stuff, can you?"
"It's not that," Marcie said, feeling a little unsure of herself.
Of course, she liked having Pardner do things to her. But the horse? There was something a little freaky about fucking with a horse… Marcie just couldn't handle the image of a horse fucking her or Kathy or anybody. Of course, they had fooled around with Tundra a couple of days ago. If that was all Kathy had planned…
"It's just that we might be going too far… I mean with the horse and everything and… oh, I don't know."
Kathy laughed lightly, brushing away strands of stray hair from her eyes. "Don't worry about it. Your cousin will take care of everything. And watch out for Byron." Kathy's eyes narrowed as she mockingly pointed a warning finger at Marcie. "He's out to fuck you again. I saw it in his eyes this morning."
"Maybe," Marcie said, sniffing and pretending she didn't care. But that revelation got her going all over again. Men, dogs, horses. Wow, what a week!
All through dinner, Marcie tried not to stare at her cousin Byron across the table. That was hard to do. Kathy kept nudging and kicking her, barely smothering giggles as Marcie reddened under her prodding. Thank goodness Aunt Mary and Uncle Jack were still interrogating their son about life on Guam and how he endured all the discomforts of the Marine base there.
Clearing the dishes with Kathy, Marcie peered over one shoulder and caught Byron staring over his coffee cup at her. She nearly dropped the dishes, kicking open the swinging doors of the kitchen and putting down the plates with a clatter.
"Hey watch it! You'll break the whole set," Kathy warned.
"I can't help it. Your brother… he keeps staring at me and… and…"
Kathy smiled. "You're acting like the local virgin. Remember, he's had you before. And besides that, you've been with Pardner. Let's face it, Marcie, you aren't exactly new on the shelf."
"I'm not used goods either," Marcie countered, bristling under Kathy's mild attack.
"Hey, hey, I'm sorry. Come on, let's be friends again," Kathy said, hugging her cousin lightly, then drawing her toward the swinging doors. Through the small crack between them both girls could see Byron as he talked to his folks.
"Mom and Dad go to bed early all the time. And they sleep so hard a bomb couldn't get them up. I bet you and Byron could fool around and no one would be the wiser. Good luck," Kathy said, giving her that impish look before turning and going back to the dishes.
Marcie helped, her mind centering on Byron and what he might do to her tonight. She hardly remembered saying good night to her aunt and uncle, saying she'd watch television before going to bed. Kathy excused herself early, feigning fatigue. Pardner trotted up the stairs behind her. Marcie winced, guessing what her cousin was going to do with the German Shepherd before really turning in. Byron muttered something about checking his old car out in the back.
For nearly thirty minutes, Marcie sat in front of the television, her mind far from the stupid comedy show. She thought of Kathy upstairs, then thought of her cousin only a few feet away. The girl half expected him to come for her. But nothing happened. Sighing heavily, Marcie slid from the couch, walking through the doorway of the kitchen and out onto the back porch. She hung onto the screen door, cocking her head to one side. She could hear the metallic sounds of Byron working on his car. And there she was, practically in heat, wanting him to fuck her. Marcie could have turned around and slammed the door behind her! She would have, too. Except her pussy was itching and aching so badly.
"Damn!"
Marcie couldn't help herself. She was feeling the things a more mature woman should. It was something in her biological clock that was haywire or something. The girl didn't know. All she knew was that a hot flash ran through her like lightning, tightening her cunt, making the hairs surrounding the wet little fuck hole crinkle under the rising heat.
Letting the door go, Marcie stepped from the porch, inhaling the fresh air blowing in from the north. A dim light illuminated the area just behind the garage. There, sticking out from under his 1969 white Mustang, were Byron's feet. Marcie stopped short, wondering if she should say anything. A particularly powerful spasm passing through her cunt took over her and she opened her mouth.
"Working hard?"
"Uh!"
Her surprise visit made Byron jerk his head up, banging it against the underside of the car. Marcie put one hand up to her mouth, suppressing a giggle.
Good! That serves you right for ignoring me, she thought as he slid out from under the Mustang.
"You sure know how to hurt a guy," he said, scrambling to his feet while rubbing a sore spot on his head.
Those black, dancing eyes! Even in the dim light Marcie could make them out well.
"And I'll bet you came out here to help me work on my car. Right?"
Marcie felt her lips curling into a smile, the impish kind Kathy always wore. She shook her head from side to side, burning with fuck-lust as her cousin took her by the arm and led her away.
CHAPTER NINE
"Stand right there," Byron said, holding her firmly by the shoulders.