As naturally as if they were old lovers, she put her left hand down, under the brief skirt; into a hot little pudding of gloriously wet flesh surrounded by thick, hairy, soft lips. And Angela, her eyes closed, made a contented sound and inched her craving cunt over the groping fingers.
Rhoda broke the clench. Her own eyes were closed, her face strained with need, and she was breathing noisily. She got her breathing under control, opened her eyes, which seemed dazed, and smiled in a silly way at the shining slickness on her fingers.
While the flushed girl was looking, tears still on her cheeks, Rhoda put the fingers into her mouth, sucked them as she looked at Angela, and then reached to kiss the girl again.
"Baby, you're wonderful! Just wonderful!" The older woman's voice was low and trembling. "Where did you learn these things? You fuck men; I couldn't be wrong. I know it was you with Jud last night. Lucky old Jud! But you've got a streak of woman-love, too. More than a streak! A deep, lovely well!"
Angela smiled. "I guess I – we – like anything about sex. You remember when they had that craze for buttons, years ago?"
It was all of four years back, but Rhoda didn't smile; four years in a girl's life was a long time. She nodded.
"Well, Corrie – that's my sister, Coralee, the blonde one – got this crazy button that said: 'If it feels good, I'll do it', and we just took that for our motto. We couldn't get out with boys very much – our folks are so strict. But we sure found we could have a lot of fun with each other!" She laughed softly, her eyes on a pleasant piece of the past.
"But you did find boys? Both of you? Even Corrie?"
"Well, sure. Of course, it's sort of a new thing to Corrie. But she does all right. She's hot!" It was obvious that Angela was proud of her sister's heat.
"You're a hot one, yourself," Rhoda laughed, putting her left hand between Angie's legs again, fingering with delight the sweetness of the inner lips pressed against the seat. "I wish I didn't have these Goddamned jeans on; I'd love to have your hand on my cunt." She shook her head. "I'm out of my nut! This is Saturday. Okay, you get out there and work; I'll see you later!"
She held the girl's hand and smiled at her, a secret smile that said: I want you, you doll, and I know you want me!
Angie looked at the broad, clear patch of her vaginal flow on the green plastic, seat and blushed, but Rhoda said: "Don't worry; if it weren't for the fact that it's cooled off, I'd lick it up, every drop. Where are your clothes?"
"In Mister Kenny's car."
"Well, if you girls are going to bunk in the tack room – although, if it were me, I think I'd choose the feed barn, if only for the hay – take your bags in there. Change in there, too – just latch the door and make it snappy. If you changed in here, I don't think I could stand it!"
The blonde woman laughed. "You really, truly know something about horses? Do you know how to make a five-gaited horse flat-foot? Can you saddle that bay gelding out there at the hitching rack? Did you ever get a green ribbon for second place in jumping?"
Angela came back from the door and put her arms around her new friend. "I really know, Mrs. Kenny," she said. "You don't make a five-gaiter flat-foot – that's for a Tennessee walking horse. And that's not a bay gelding – that's a roan mare. And no, ma'am, I never got a green ribbon for being second at anything. I got several greens for being fifth. I'm not lying. I really can help around here; I really do know about horses."
"All right, Angela," the older woman laughed. "Forgive me far trying to trip you up. And please, don't call me Mrs. Kenny, heat? I'm Rhoda. Go on and get changed and find Jud – he'll tell you what to do." She gave the girl a pat on her ass and turned back to the table, picking up the phone.
"Yes," she said after dialing information, "I want a number in Citrus City. Name's Hart; I'm not sure of the first name, but they live in a good part of town."
Angela thought about what Rhoda had said and decided she would, after all, opt for the feed barn. As she dragged her bag out of the wagon, Coralee and Reina rushed at her, their faces anxious.
"Are we okay?" Corrie asked, and both the girls heaved sighs of relief at Angie's answer.
As soon as she had changed into jeans and a blue shirt, with heavy sandals on her feet and a piece of yellow wool yarn to hold her hair, Angie went into the tack room.
She had seen Jud out of the corner of her eye and knew he had seen her. He made no attempt to dodge his wife or her eye, and came directly into the dark cubicle, rich with the scent of leather and saddle soap, of animal and human sweat, of dank wool and pine.
In spite of her feeling of friendship and closeness to Rhoda, it was impossible for Angela to be anything but receptive to the masterful old man. The jeans, almost perfect armor for a girl who doesn't want to screw, were not even impediments – she was boldly opening the top of them, her eyes closed… her face turned up, when the lean, muscular arms went around her.
"I've had a hard-on for you ever since I woke you up this morning," he whispered. "Here. Feel it!" He had it out, pressing into her naked belly, and she lowered her body a little, holding the hard bar of meat wrapped in its soft skin between her breasts.
The flame started in her cunt by Rhoda's kissing, by the richness of her breasts, by her probing fingers, had not subsided. Now, with the scent of Jud's crotch so strong in her nostrils, with the satiny heat of his cock forced between her tits, the girl was picked up by a rage for sex, for any action, no matter how far out.
Her sandals were lost at once, and the jeans slipped off as she blindly pulled and pushed toward a pile of blankets, her breath sounding like gasping moans, her cuntlips turned out by heat and desire and the itch that only a cock can cure.
"Hey, hold it," Jud laughed. "Rhoda might…" But he allowed himself to be pulled down with the girl under him, and felt her jerk his shirt up so that she could feel his hard, hairy chest oil the tender insides of her thighs.
He leaped as he felt her mouth close, slick and hot, on his cock, felt a tremendous suck, a pulling that seemed to get clear into his balls, and then her mouth came away and she laughed.
"Oh, boy, Mister Kenny," she said. "Last night I wanted this so bad! It feels so soft and hard! Oh I love it!" She shot her head down again, and he felt his cockhead grind softly into the back wall of her throat. An amazing girl! Not too many women ever learned to suck a cock as well as this. He writhed in heat and pleasure, feeling his ass respond to the cool air as Angela forced his jeans down, and he felt new pleasure as she took his wrinkled scrotum in one hand, cradling his big balls tenderly.
There was a shift of her body, and he opened his mouth, ready with spit and hard tongue as her cunt opened its red gash right under his nose. The opening her vagina was making slight, convulsive movements, seeming to open and close like a baby's mouth seeing something to suck on. It was incredibly inviting, and Jud got both arms around Angela's loins, pressing her to him with a need he could hardly believe. The sweetness from inside her body was pouring out a slick and steady flow, and he gulped happily, feeling all of it – the cunt hair tickling his chin and cheeks, the thick and blood-warmed inner lips, their slick surfaces so tender and sensitive, the hint of tension in the rut of soft flesh where her girlish clit strained in blind desire for release.
The sucking on his cock was becoming almost more than he could stand, an overnight restoration in his balls putting nervous pressure on every inch of his system. To move his mind from the urge to shoot his sperm, he shot his hands under the warm, strong body and grasped those amazing tits which were, he knew, so delicately fired with sex power.