And Brenda and Gloria had compared their cunnies often enough that Brenda knew hers was smaller than Gloria's. Gloria always told her that she wouldn't be any good for fucking because her hole was too small.
But anyway, that was part of the reason she watched John. She wished he wouldn't waste things by jacking off when he could stick his cock in her cunt. She was all ready and steamed up, waiting for it.
Besides, she didn't understand why he was edging around like that, going away from her. Big boys, she decided, were just strange and she concentrated on finger fucking herself in time to Tommy's beating into Gloria's gaping hole. That was a more useful project and she could pretend the boy was fucking her.
Tommy was moving at a frantic pace. His cock was hotter than a match and he didn't think it would be much longer. He heard Gloria mumbling for him to fuck her harder, but he ignored her. He was already fucking as hard as he could. She would just have to take what she was getting.
His hips pounded back and forth and the lancing of his prick into her cunt was accompanied by a sucking, slurping sound as her vagina filled with fluid and sucked at him. Tommy moaned and groaned. His cock buried itself all the way into her swollen snatch and he knew he couldn't pump one more shot into her. Desperately he clutched her hips and ground his pecker into her hot hole.
Gloria cried out at the same time. She felt his snub-nosed prick burrowing into her snatch and she knew what it meant. She was ready. More than ready. Before the first drop of hot cum sprayed her cunt she felt her insides turning to liquid, melting and collapsing. Her vagina desperately squeezed down and held on to his prick.
Tommy's cum poured out of him in hard, jerky spurts. It filled Gloria's tunnel and swelled her sex tube and satiated her with feelings of ecstatic pleasure.
Gloria raised her head, smiling with pleasure, when she saw John standing in front of her, his hand sawing desperately on his cock.
A crystal drop of semen hung on the tip of his pecker, bright against the angry red of his skin, and then there was a flash of liquid and she felt the hot drops of cum hitting her face and breasts and burning with fantastic delight.
Gloria did the only thing she could do. She grabbed John's waist with her hands and pulled him to her and closed her pink lips on his jerking cock and sucked and sucked and sucked, filling herself with the outpouring of little boy's cum that filled her cheeks and trickled sweetly down her throat. Her lips wrapped around his penis were thrilled by the feeling of power as they monitored each fervent pulse of cum into her avid mouth. And when he was done, she licked his cock tip, making him writhe helplessly. And at the same time, she felt Tommy's tired body lay on her back as the boy regained his spent strength.
To Gloria, it was a great moment. She had made the two boys spend all their strength on her. She had exhausted them both simultaneously and was as strong as ever. Her cunt ached a little, but that was a good ache and she knew she was as ready to screw again as when she had started her game with little Tommy.
"Boy's aren't so tough," she said disdainfully.
She moved her hips and Tommy's prick fell out of her snatch.
"Don't move," John said huskily.
Gloria had let his cock fall out of her mouth and now she stared at it disdainfully. "Why?" she asked.
"I'm going to fuck you until you crawl."
"Hah! You couldn't fuck a pillow. Your thing is all soft."
"I can fuck as long as you can," John said.
"Bet you can't."
"Bet I can make you beg me to stop," John said emphatically.
Gloria looked at his cock and was surprised to see it was hard again already. That wasn't what she was used to when her daddy fucked her and Brenda. It took a lot of time for him to get hard again, and that was why Brenda was always being neglected. Gloria always had to get his cock first or she didn't get anything at all.
"Well," she said. "Go ahead and try, if you think you can!"
John laughed and looked at her. He figured she was stupid because that was all the invitation he needed and he wasn't going to mess up on his chance. Not if he could help it.
Dispirited, Brenda sat in the grass and felt the dried leaves tickling her cunt. She hadn't been able to cum and she wanted to cry. Why did Gloria have all the luck? she wanted to ask. But nobody was paying any attention and there wasn't any point in talking to herself.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ronald Thatcher leaned against a maple tree trunk panting with the heat of sheer lust running in his veins. Watching that little red-haired boy plugging his oldest daughter's rubbery cunt was the best turn on he'd had in a long time. He had to admit to himself, at least, that he was getting jaded. Hard-ons were harder and harder to come by. And a good, stiff ejaculation made his prick soft for what seemed like an incredible length of time.
He'd fucked Gloria silly only last night, and now his penis was harder than an icicle. It was aching to be plunged between a pair of warm, young thighs. He was tempted to run down the hill and grab little Brenda and work his hard-on off in her hot little twat. She was still so young and tight that he got an extra thrill from rotating his pecker in her baby cunt. Sometimes he was glad his old lady had left him with the two daughters to raise. If it wasn't for them, sometimes it seemed to him he'd never get his rocks off.
But he didn't do anything right away. Watching John shoot his cum in Gloria's face had been great. Already Ron was figuring how and when he'd do it to the girl too. That would be something. Even, and the temptation was great despite the great danger, get her to suck him off while somebody else fucked her hot little ass.
Ron reached down and fingered himself. His hot touch stirred the juices in his own cock and he was literally panting again.
He looked down the hill and decided against breaking things up yet. The boys seemed to be up to something, and if it was half as good as what they'd been doing, Ron figured it was worth a week's supply of good fucks just to stand up there and watch!
John had slid around behind Gloria and before she could say anything, he bent over and stuck his tongue in her pert asshole.
"Iiiiieeee!"
Gloria half leaped off the branch at the unexpected probe up her butt. Shivers of strange sensation ran through her body! As she realized what John had done, that it was his hot, wet tongue jabbing in her asshole and caressing her there, her astonishment changed to anger at being taken unawares to pleasure. She didn't want it to stop. She knew she'd never get her father to tongue her ass, and it was tremendously enjoyable. Besides, she was confidant it couldn't affect her ability to fuck, and the pleasure wasn't all that she was interested in – winning her bet with that smart-ass kid also counted.
Making up her mind, she relaxed and let it happen. She enjoyed the quick strokes up and down her ass crack and the frequent prying of John's tongue in her shit hole. She wiggled her ass and it went in deeper and she mewed with pleasure.
Absently, Gloria started rubbing her half-formed breasts, helping him turn her on.
Brenda stared from where she was sitting on the grass. It was crazy, but it looked to her like the boy was licking Gloria's ass. She got up and walked over to the younger boy. "What's he doing?"
"Eating her ass out," Tommy answered absently.
"Is it good?"
"My mom sure thinks so!" Tommy looked down at Brenda and noticed she was naked. "Aren't you cold?"
Brenda ignored his question. "Would you like to eat my ass out?"
"Well," Tommy said. He paused and stared at John and the other girl who was bent over the free limb. He knew John wouldn't be satisfied. Besides, there was the bed… "If you let me do everything that John does, sure, I'll do it to you. Better even!"