"She's a hot potato," Burt told Sid as they sat down for a brief break as Jud took another group out on the trail that wound up through avocado trees, between two rail fences, and over into Green Valley. "No wonder that other sister is hot – it must run in the family. Whoo-ee! That Corrie like to killed me last night! If it hadn't been for that sister coming back when she did, Corrie would have had my cock hard – it would have been like three times in an hour."
"That Reina's hard to beat," Sid said with relish. "She's got a pussy like a mouse's ear. So soft! Goddamn, she's so tight I bent my cock trying to get it in her!"
Sid ginned and rubbed a hand on the bulge that had begun to grow in his jeans. "Enough," he said. "First woman I ever slipped it to was as old as my mother. Nearly as old. Lived next door. Man, did she have a lot of hair on her cunt." He shook his head. "That Mexican, she sure can do it all!"
Sid got up and looked down at the hard-on attaining to get out. "Fuck her if you can," he said. "One minute you've got hot nuts for that big one, the next minute, you're in heat for that Mexican baby. Me, I'll take 'em all!" He guffawed and walked over to the door.
He saw Angela sitting on an old rocker in the shade of one of the big oak trees that grew around the place. She was sweating, leaning back with her eyes closed. Under her thin shirt, the rolling, warm beauty of her thaws enough to drive any healthy man bananas, Sid noted.
He saw Rhoda come to the door of the trailer and look all around, and held his position, not anxious to draw attention to himself by any sudden move; Rhoda had a way of finding chores for him to do every time he took a breather.
He was far enough away so that he barely heard her voice, but it must have been directed at Angela, for the blonde got up, stretched, and disappeared into the trailer. He watched her climb the three steps, and his mind registered the classic perfection of the girl's ass, its rounded globes and its deep cleft shown so precisely by the stretch jeans.
He strolled out and looked up the trail.
Coralee was lying in the shade of an ancient, twisted avocado tree. Reina was nowhere to be seen. His interest picked up and he walked swiftly to the feed barn. Maybe the girl was taking a nap.
Angela, beginning to feel the need for some food, beginning to sense tiredness in her legs and feet, stood still, looking at Rhoda, who stared back at her gravely.
"What's the matter, Mrs. Kenny – Rhoda, I mean?" the girl asked. "Have I done something wrong?"
Rhoda smiled. "Why don't you tell me?" she asked. "I know that part of your story is on the level – you probably are Angela Hart, and you do live in Citrus City. And you have a sister, Coralee. But I can't locate your folks. What is this, anyhow?"
Angela's heart was beating faster. Thank God, Rhoda had no idea of how to reach the elder Harts, and she had not yet guessed at the simplest way to find out a great deal more.
"Our folks are on a trip," she said evenly. "Because I'm older, and because they trust me, my folks and Reina's let me bring them down here to have fun during Easter vacation."
"Why did you try to find out about me – about us?" the girl asked. She rubbed her cheek against Rhoda's.
"And quit flirting with me. You know my guts are twisted from wanting to eat you; you know that!" Tears formed in her eyes.
"Oh, Rhoda!" Angie cried, genuinely contrite. "I'm so sorry! We won't get you in trouble! Honest! Nobody's after us! I promise! Please, please-don't cry!"
She was crying herself, and her soft mouth was rich with tears and saliva as Rhoda kissed her, and the fire which started smoldering that morning grew into a heat wave.
"All right, baby, all right," Rhoda said. "We've got troubles, Jud and I. Every time the least thing comes up, I get a cold feeling inside me. A feeling of disaster."
Angela, out of love and lust, had opened Rhoda's blouse again, fascinated by the silken weight and firmness of the older woman's ripe breasts. Barely hearing Rhoda's last words above her own heartbeat, she gently placed her mouth over the nipple, over as much of the broad aureole as she could manage, and sucked, hanging on as Rhoda twisted in the grip of a surge of passion.
"Oh, God!" the woman cried. "That's heaven! How did you learn to suck like that? It kills me, it's so good!"
She shook her head in reminiscence. "Anyhow, I kept thinking about it, and thinking about it, and getting hotter and hotter. A few boys had kissed my tits; not many, and they didn't know what they were doing, but the idea was great. I liked it."
She raised and shifted her butt. "I'm leaking, just thinking of it," she giggled, then went on. "The trouble is, he wants this land. It's worth a bundle. Jud and I bought it long ago, when everything was dirt cheap."
"I'm glad we hung these blankets out to air," Angela told the two girls. "They were smelling kind of funky from all that fucking and sucking last night. Whew! I'm bushed! That was a full day's work, today!"
Coralee hugged her big sister. "You're so big and brave, Angie," the blonde said. "And old Jud is nice, fronting for us the way he did."
"He's nice, all tight," Angela laughed. "He's hot to trot, so hot you wouldn't believe it!"
They were drowsy with food after a big meal at the motel room across the way, and beginning to feel drugged from the sun, the long hours of work, and reaction to their having found a haven of sorts. The soft blankets, redolent of sunshine and clean air, made a bed as good as they could have asked. Like an ancient picture of innocence, the three of them sat cross-legged, naked, at home with each other. Each knew the others' capability for the lusting fun their bodies could contrive. None felt above the others.
"You think he really will fuck you in the ass, Reina?" Coralee sounded a bit breathless. "Wow! When we're fooling around and one of you sticks a finger up me, it's a gas! What would a big, stiff cock be like? Would it kill me?"
"Ho-ho!" Angela said. "You ever look in the can after a big shit? Of course you have! Your ass stretched to let those big turds out. I'm sure they're as big as the average cock. All I'm waiting for is for some guy to ask me. Or better yet, to flop me on my belly and take it away from me! Wow!"
She hunched her softly muscled ass on the blanket, and Corrie said in a husky voice: "I'm getting too hot talking like this!"
She reached for her handbag and brought out a plastic bottle with a soft, rounded pinch-off cap. She measured it with her hands – about seven inches long, about an inch in diameter at the head, swelling to twice that size. Without more ado, she let a gob of saliva flow onto the head of the bottle, leaned back, and began to pump the improvised dildo slowly in and out of her girlish cunt.
"What the hell!" cried Angie. "That's Mama's foot lotion! Where'd you get it?"
With her eyes closed and her face smiling, Corrie replied: "Out of Mom's bag yesterday. I thought it might be nice to have."
"Here, let me hold it," Angie whispered. "Let me fuck you with it and talk to you at the same time! Last night, Mister Kenny did that to me – talked to me!" Her body moved involuntarily, her cunt burned by a sharp itch at the memory of the tough old stud whispering fuck-talk in her ears. She giggled, just the least bit hysterically.
"Come over here, Reina, baby," she said huskily. "I've got to sit up to do this to my sister. Lie down by me and I'll stuff a finger into you, and you can play with me. Okay? Maybe we'll all shoot it together!"
She worked the plastic bottle in and out of Corrie's hot pink pussy, twisting it when her sister's tightness stopped the bottle from going in any further. And she began to talk. "I'm a big, strong man. I'm Mister Kenny and Burt Rasco and Reina's uncle in Guadalajara! I've got my big, hard cock way deep in your lovely, hot cunt-deep in, deep in!" She gave the bottle an extra hard shove each time she said: "Deep in!" Her body began to move with the heat inside her, trying to catch the finger Reina was using to tickle her clit.