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"They're too big, Mike," she told him. "Gentle feeling does nothing for me. You have to be rough with them. It makes me so hot when they are pinched hard or bitten."

Abby pulled Mike's head to her chest where he began an eager sucking. His tongue and mouth were everywhere, licking, suctioning, slobbering, alternating back and forth. Abby's pussy began a slow smolder.

Grabbing a tit with both hands, Mike spread his fingers covering as much of the surface as he could. His thumbs and index fingers were closest to the center and he squeezed them together forcing the areola and nipple to poke out. He began a focused sucking on the tit cores and nerve centers.

Abby began to moan as Mike suckled harder. Then she felt his teeth lightly scraping her. Her pussy was dripping wet and getting wetter. She held his head in her hands as her passion mounted.

"That's it Mike, bite it. Take it in you teeth. Oh, damn, that feels nice," she said when she felt the strong nibbling. She began humping her pussy at the air, wishing there were a resistance somewhere she could rub against.

Mike was squeezing hard now with both his fingers and his teeth. Abby felt the juices flooding into her panties like someone had opened sluice gates. She clamped her arms around Mike's neck mashing his face to her breast in some sort of Sicilian death grip as a brief shudder passed through her.

When she'd recovered, Abby pushed Mike back into an upright position suitable for airplane landings. Titty playtime was over. She began a persistent rubbing of his clothed cock. It was hard all right. It was like a rock.

"Let's go upstairs."

Abby took Mike's hand and led him to her bedroom. Inside, she pulled off her skirt and panties. Mike stripped as well, pants first. She was naked first and helped him finish disrobing, if, that is, you call stroking then sucking a man's cock while he removes his shirt helping him disrobe.

"God I love your big cock," she told him. "I'll do anything you want. Ready to fuck me?"

Mike was more than ready. Even though she was already wetter than the Maid of the Mist cruising the falls at Niagara, Abby opened the drawer to her nightstand and pulled out a large plastic bottle of liquid KY jelly. She knew she needed all the assistance she could get with this enormous young stud.

"We're gonna be workin' in some pretty tight tolerances, Mike. Better lube you up."

Abby opened the cap and squeezed the bottle with one hand while spreading the liquid over Mike's dick with the other. It felt so good Mike would have happily settled for a slippery hand job but Abby lay back on the bed pulling Mike with her.

Unlike the earlier tit tousle, Abby begged Mike to be gentle entering her. When he had poked just the head in, Abby dug her fingernails into his side causing him to pause while she adjusted to his volume.

"Shit that's thick," she gasped taking short, shallow breaths.

When she finally relaxed, Mike eased in another couple of inches then repeated the same pause.

"OK, now slide it out slow," Abby instructed, "so just the head is in." Mike complied.

"Now, stay just like that," she told him when he'd withdrawn. Mike remained stock still, hovering above her on the bed as she began pushing her cunt back onto his dick. When she stuffed the first four inches into herself again, she pulled back.

Growing accustomed to his girth, she began fucking herself on him, but she wouldn't go more than four inches deep. Mike was having trouble holding his hips still as Abby's hot pussy sucked him toward climax.

As his orgasm approached, Mike could no longer restrain himself. He began counter thrusting. In his eagerness, he pushed deeper painfully slamming into Abby's uterus. He was too far gone to notice Abby wasn't matching his thrusts and he sped on alone.

As Mike lay on his back coming down from the heights of a very tight pussy fuck, Abby languidly played with the cum oozing along her labia. She wasn't angry. Far from it. She knew Mike's big cock had laid the foundations for a really colossal climax as soon as he recovered his erection.

She was planning their next coupling as Mike's breathing steadied. Reaching into the nightstand drawer, she retrieved her favorite vibrator. It was small but powerful. It slid easily into her soaking vagina where it stayed, in the off position, while she turned her attention back to Mike.

Abby began caressing his smooth, almost hairless chest while she nibbled his ear. An older man might have pushed her away but the teen's appreciative grunt urged her hand lower. Where her hand went, her mouth soon followed. It was only five minutes since he'd scorched her shallow snatch with burning seminal embers but his penile poker had returned.

Abby savored the salty stew that covered his cock as she urged his ardor along. His hands returned to her tits as his need heightened. Abby rose up rubbing her breasts in his face then kissing his mouth in a heated super saturation.

Mike was completely ready again. Abby poured another coat of KY on him, enjoying the opportunity it afforded her to stroke his horse cock. His prick was too fat for her encircle completely and her thumb gapped an inch away from her fingers.

"You're too big for my pussy," she told him. "I want you in my ass."

Mike winced as his cock pulsed at the thought of something so kinky he thought he'd never get a girl to agree to it. Now this hot woman was asking for it.

Abby rolled onto her tummy then raised her ass up. She spread her knees so Mike could get behind her then reached back for his cock. She placed the head against her sphincter.

"Go easy, baby," she instructed him. She held her hand in place as Mike began a slow forward push. He slid easily inward, four inches, five, six. Abby tightened her fingers signaling him to withdraw. Backing out until just the head remained, Mike felt Abby loosen her grip.

Mike pushed in again, slightly deeper this time. On the fifth push, Abby pulled her hand away and he bottomed out. It was the first time he'd had his cock completely inside a female. Abby had come closest with her mouth but he was now buried to the hilt and it felt magnificent.

"Oh fuck, that hurts so good," Abby moaned softly into her pillow. "Shit, Mike, I'm so fucking full. Now fuck me but go nice and slow."

Mike pulled himself out, almost, then slowly buried his cock again. He set up a slow, steady, seven inch stroke. Abby began a long wail and reached for her pussy. Grabbing the vibrator, she set up a matching counter rhythm. With her free hand, she pulled at a nipple.

The genital nerves of her pussy, tits, and ass began to brawl with one another slamming her building orgasm around like a puck at a hockey rink. Mike, too, was edging closer to another climax and began picking up the pace.

When Abby flicked on her treasured toy, all hell broke loose. Mike was bucked around like a rider on the back of a Brahma bull shooting the rapids of the Colorado River at the height of the snow melt. He was flung this way and that as Abby thrashed out her lust.

Burying his cock, he grabbed her hips to assure a complete and uninterrupted connection as his nuts drained into her rectum. Abby slowed to mild undulations, drilling the vibrating plastic tube in and out of her vagina pinched tight by the fullness in her ass.

Finally spent, she collapsed, letting a softening Mike slip from her anus. He rolled onto his side to catch his breath. Next to him he felt the hot, naked body of an incredible woman. Abby switched off her inanimate companion but didn't remove it as she enjoyed the lovely after-vibes of her stupendous orgasm. Her sleep came quickly.

Twice sated, Mike now managed to think of things other than sex. Well, sort of, anyway. Thoughts of Amanda entered his mind and wouldn't leave, not that he wanted them to. Abby was sleeping deeply and Mike got up and dressed.

He found the flashlight in the pickup's glove compartment. Thankfully, the batteries weren't dead. He made his way along the path Amanda had shown him earlier until he was at the door of her cabin. There was a light on inside and he knocked softly.

Pretty Amanda opened the door in an oversized tee shirt that came to mid thigh. To Mike, it looked as if she wore nothing beneath.

"Mmmm, I'm so glad you came back," she purred when she saw his face. "Do you want a beer or something?"

"Sure," said Mike, not bothering to ask how an eighteen year old happened to have alcohol in her fridge.

Mike sat in the chair. Amanda handed him an open bottle of Coors Light and sat on the couch with one of her own. She tucked her feet under in yoga fashion. The bottom of the shirt came dangerously close to failing one of a garment's primary objectives: The concealment of the wearer's naughty bits.

Mike felt awkward as he tried to hold a conversation with this funny-pretty-raunchy-nice girl for whom he was having increasingly stronger feelings. Non-sexual feelings, despite the fact that his gaze continually returned to those lovely, naked legs.

He had no way of knowing that Amanda was having similar thoughts about him. Ever since he'd brought that stallion over she'd been debating herself over her actions. Should she have been less of a wise-ass? Should she have been demure?

At the same time, she knew guys like girls that would joke with them and not be stuck up, girls that could be a little raunchy and not all fragile and pure. Plus, she liked being herself and didn't want a guy she'd have to play a role to get. She didn't want her second guessing to make her nervous, but it did, and she was.

Amanda was aware of Mike's itinerant eyes and smiled to herself at their frequent visits to her thighs. She was far closer to a slut than a virgin and the truth was she wanted Mike. She'd practiced sitting in that position, in that shirt for more than a half hour that afternoon. She even placed a mirror where Mike sat to assure herself that she wasn't showing too much. She wanted to paint a picture that whispered I might not shouted FUCK ME!!

His recent successes with older women did little to embolden Mike with this girl his own age. His high school experiences, or rather the lack thereof, were still fresh in his mind. Teenaged females weren't interested in him. If anything were going to happen, Amanda would have to be the initiator.

"Why don't you sit over here?" Amanda asked when Mike finished the beer.

"Can I use your bathroom first?" he asked at the risk of Amanda thinking he had a one-beer bladder.

She pointed to one of the doors. In truth, Mike was worried about the recent rump wrangle he'd had with Abby and wanted to clean up lest an unpleasant un-freshness curtail a promising beginning. He opened his denims and scrubbed with Amanda's hand soap.

Back on the couch, when Mike turned to face Amanda, she moved her face close to his and closed her eyes. Even someone as awkward as Mike recognized an invitation as blatant as the one she offered. Mike kissed her softly, parting his lips. He held his tongue next to his lips not wishing to invade Amanda's mouth unless invited, yet eager detect hers should she offer it. Amanda met his tongue with hers and clutched passionately at Mike's head. It was clear she was willing to venture further.

Mike moved his hand to her breast and massaged it lightly through her tee shirt. Amanda moaned appreciatively. "Oh Mike," she breathed, "I've wanted to kiss you all day. I wanted to march into Abby's house and drag you out."

Emboldened by Amanda's approval of his intimate fondling, Mike dropped his hand to her thigh. While his fingers played a game of discovery in her neatly trimmed genital shrubbery, she was unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans.

"Shit you're big," an astonished Amanda gasped when her hand uncovered the length of Mike's Levi's lizard. She was thrilled as she stroked Mike's big dick. Even the ranch hands in their thirties had nothing that compared in any way to Mike. And none had come close to satisfying her the way a fat cucumber could.

Mike was at least as big as the veggie probes she enjoyed. It's so beautiful, Amanda thought looking at the hard cock dwarfing her fist. She wanted to kiss it, needed to kiss it. As her head drifted lower, she was momentarily distracted by a scent of lavender that was strangely familiar.

Olfactory side trips disappeared the moment her lips touched cock flesh. Amanda cupped Mike's balls as she ran lips and tongue up and down his dick. Mike moaned involuntarily and reached for the bottom of her tee shirt and began tugging it off.

Reluctantly, she let go of the prized penis as the shirt was pulled over her head. Mike pulled her face back to his and kissed her while playing with her breasts.She got off the couch and lay on one of the beds while Mike stripped. She parted her legs when he joined her letting him slip between them. He moved to enter her and she placed her calves on his hips. Mike eased his cock head into Amanda's slippery slit.

"Are you taking something?"

"I'm on the pill," she whispered softly into his ear, happy he had asked. "Just fuck me with that big cock of yours.

Mike began stroking and her pussy seemed to get wetter and wetter. In short order, he found himself balls deep.

"Oh god," Mike said, "your pussy feels so nice.

"Oh shit!" exclaimed Amanda feeling her cunt split in two. "You've got the biggest dick I've ever had. You make me feel so good."

Mike began stroking like Molly had taught him: Three shallow then one deep. He kept a steady upward pressure with his hard rod causing a drag on Amanda's clit with every thrust and withdrawal. His movements enflamed Amanda and her words enflamed him.

"That's it Mike. Yes! Yes, that's so good. Yeah, fuck me with your big cock. Fuck it, Mike! Oh baby, you're going to make me come! That's IT! THAT'S IT!! THAT'S FUCKING IT!!! I'M CUMMING, OH GOD, OH FUCK ME!!"

Amanda's slutty mouth pulled Mike along to orgasm with her. He grunted out his climax wordlessly, preferring to hear Amanda shout the dirtiest words uncontrollably.

The young lovers lay side by side on their backs recovering. Amanda moved first, propping her head up with one hand and stroking Mike's chest with the other. With her hand and her mouth, she easily coaxed a second hard on from Mike. Climbing on top, she played cowgirl and rode him to a second orgasm for both of them before the young couple fell into a deep sleep.

From the mind mists of deep sleep, Mike heard a knocking sound. He was aware of Amanda stirring next to him. He opened his eyes and watched as she pulled the shirt she'd worn last night over her nakedness. He was faced away from the door so he didn't see her open it. But he did hear Abby's voice.

"Is Mike here?"

Bill Dennis stayed longer at Molly's than expected, not leaving until late Thursday afternoon. Mike missed his morning BJs; so did his aunt. By the time Friday morning rolled around, Molly virtually pounced on her nephew's prick when she entered his room to awaken him.

"Mmmm," murmured Mike as a soft hand stroking his cock roused him in more ways than one. "I've missed this in the morning."

"Mmmm," cooed Molly in reply as she stroked the rapidly hardening shaft between Mike's legs. "Not as much as I have," she said poking the cock head against the cotton bedding then bending so she could kiss it. She felt her liquid center begin to flow.

Sweetly, Molly sucked Mike to an exploding climax but she refused to release his teenaged tumescence from its oral incarceration afterward no how much he squirmed. Not until she succeeded in swallowing a second semen sampler and needed to change her soaked-through-at-the-crotch jeans did she allow her nephew to tuck his slick dick away for the day.

After a sweet Saturday sunrise sucking, Molly seemed to act a little strange to Mike. Strange meaning exaggerated movements of her hips when she walked. Strange in the way she kept hugging him from behind, pressing her tits into his back and grinding her crotch against his ass.

To a more experienced eye, Molly was behaving like someone with a serious itch that needed scratching. Even a neophyte like Mike sensed Saturday night might be extra special in a summer of special nights.

After dinner, the kindred couple settled on the couch. Molly had her leg over Mike's and nibbled his ear lobe as she stroked his chest. She whispered that she had been thinking naughty thoughts all day.

"Like what?" Mike asked.

"It would probably be better if I show you rather than try to describe it. Do you mind?" Molly asked her nephew even though she knew the answer. Mike shook his head and she walked to the closet and removed two objects from the shelf.

Returning, Mike stared as Molly laid a videotape and a leather something next to it on the coffee table. She slipped the tape into the VCR and pressed play.

The tape began with Mike's aunt and an attractive black man about her age. She was dressed in a way he'd never seen before. She wore a tight red dress with a very short skirt and shiny black shoes with dangerously high heels. Her hair was teased and her makeup heavy, especially her lips. There was no other word for it, his aunt looked like a slut.

Molly danced seductively while the man watched. She rubbed her hands along her body while rotating her hips slowly.

"Why Mrs. MacGregor," the man said in mock surprise, "I do believe you've forgotten your underwear." The filmy material of the dress was laminated so tightly to her curves it was, for all intents and purposes, bare skin. Mike was sure the man was right. Surely those firm buds the guy and Mike were staring at were his aunt's own bra-free nipples.

"Really?" Molly responded to her co-star while continuing her heated air intercourse. Sliding a hand down her thigh, she hooked a finger under the hem of the skirt, dragging it just high enough for a small patch of black satin to become visible at her crotch. Turning slowly until that fabulous ass of hers faced the man, Molly's hand continued behind her and up. Up until she bared that perfect set of buttocks framed at the top by the black material of the thong she wore.

"I hope you're not going to continue to make additional, unwarranted, and silly assumptions about what I might or might not wear, do, or enjoy tonight. That might ruin half the fun." Aunt Molly smiled seductively at a drooling, very willing, black partner.

The man began kissing Molly and running his hands along her body, cupping her breasts and ass. Molly's excited moans could be heard clearly and Mike had his accustomed huge hard on.

"Let me get us another beer," Molly told Mike leaving for the kitchen. "This part is a bit boring." Her nephew disagreed.

When she returned, Mike's jaw dropped as he saw his aunt in the same slinky red dress she was wearing on screen. Except that, back in the movie, the dress was now gone and the man was sliding the thong down Molly's legs.

When the man was done removing an item that could scarcely be called clothing, on-screen Molly turned seductively, presenting her luscious ass to her dark, digital paramour. He began to massage her globular gluts and she slid her hands down her legs until she was clutching her ankles.

The man rubbed his face against Mike's aunt's ass briefly before exposing his teeth and nibbling on her flesh. Gentle nips became more forceful bites as he sucked in her buttock flesh and clamped his jaws. The camera showed the red blush of oxygenated hemoglobin as it rushed to the assaulted area.

Suddenly, Molly was pulled roughly over the man's lap and he began spanking her.

"I don't think we need to go through the entire tape, do we?" Molly asked her nephew sweetly.

She swung her leg over her nephew's midsection and settled her pussy down on his jeans covered hard-on and began a gentle fucking motion. Grabbing the remote, she twisted back toward the TV, hitting the off button before dropping the electronic device to the couch cushion. Molly brought her mouth to Mike's and sucked his tongue into it.

"Auntie's been naughty," Molly breathed into her nephew's ear, licking his lobe. "Naughty with Mr. Dennis," she told Mike while continuing to slide her crotch against his.

Briefly, naïve Mike thought the confession was genuine. He opened his mouth to protest, to assuage his aunt's conscience, to tell Molly he'd done things too, but Molly put her finger to his lips.

"Do you think a man must sometimes spank a woman who has been naughty, Mike?"

Now, even Mike caught on and the game was afoot. He grabbed Molly's arm lightly and tried to move her from straddling his lap. She easily jerked her limb free.

"What do you think you're doing, Mike?" she asked teasingly.

"You know perfectly well that I'm going to give you a red bottom."

Mike's talk was turning his aunt on tremendously, but she wanted more than just a spanking. That was just an outward symbol of what she desired. She wanted to be possessed. She wanted to be completely under the control of a man.

Living on the ranch as she did, with all the rough males, Molly had learned to be assertive or be used. She was more than capable of standing up for herself. Her beauty and her moxie intimated men but Molly enjoyed vivid fantasies of being used, of being made a play toy.

Trouble was, she defended against "once used always used" so fiercely even the most aggressive men backed down. All but that black. Theirs was the sex she couldn't acknowledge, not even to herself. He was the best sex of her life.

She wanted Mike to be the second to bend her to his will completely. But she didn't want Mike to play a role. She wanted him to mean it. That was the only way it would work, the only way she could get maximum enjoyment.

"Don't read too much into that video, Mike. That was something that happened one time. I never even told Hastings about that guy. I met him once, that's it. I just showed it to you to turn you on a little, let you see your aunt acting tiny bit kinky."

Molly was lying of course. She did want Mike to read into what he saw. After all, she couldn't ask Mike to take charge. That would be her taking charge, not him. Mike would have to take what he wanted or it would be like all the others to Molly.

Mike was momentarily confused. He certainly didn't want to do something that would offend his aunt. On the other hand, what he'd seen on screen had been a tremendous turn on. Like most everyone else, Mike had the occasional rape fantasy. And, like most decent men, his imagined assaults only started out that way. The woman was reluctant, not opposed to sex with him. By the time he entered her, she was at least as eager as her "rapist."

It was the leather switch that Molly had placed on the table along with the videotape that convinced Mike to continue the wild thoughts rampaging through his mind. He was going to spank his aunt's fabulous posterior, of that, he was sure.

The couple struggled briefly with Mike trying to take charge and Molly offering more than token resistance. Her actions forced him to be forceful and he was. He wouldn't back down to her protestations.

Finally, Mike clamped both of her wrists in his left hand. Molly felt the strength in his grip and the discomfort it caused her. She was being taken with or without her consent and being unable to resist lubricated her labia like she hadn't experienced since the night of the videotaping more than four years ago. She sensed the beginnings of the blockbuster orgasm that awaited her down this erotic path.

Molly wriggled and kicked as Mike held her wrists with one hand. She struggled in earnest. Mike secured her waist with his other hand and he lifted her free of his crotch and laid her across his lap. She was completely in his control and her writhing and thrashing provided her subtle, pleasurable clitoral friction.

"Stop that or your spanking will be that much worse," Mike warned his aunt as Molly continued to squirm.

Molly began to wonder if she'd cream on the spot when she heard her nephew's demand and felt her skirt being dragged up her legs and over her ass. Her arms were pinned over her head and Mike had his other hand on Molly's upper thigh holding her securely in position.

The first swat jolted both nephew and aunt. Molly's dense ass cheek jiggled like a firm jell-o mold. She sucked in a breath as a tingle of pain fired an electrical charge at her nipples and clit. Mike saw the reddened outline of his palm and fingers clearly against the alabaster posterior.

"Mike, you don't have to do this. Really. Haven't I given you everything you've wanted?" Molly asked, changing tactics from physical resistance to psychological pressure. Her beseeching further tested her nephew's resolve.

'Have you?" Mike asked.

Both knew there was one pleasure she'd withheld. Mike slapped her other cheek and admired the way his hand marked her.

"I've sucked your cock. I've let you fuck me as many times as I could without hurting myself. Your cock is so big you have to be careful with some women. But I've never denied you a blowjob. Never. I love sucking you off. You know that." Mike continued swatting Molly as she spoke causing her voice to change modulations.

Mike's aunt wanted to continue her argument but she had to bite her lip. Her nipples had hardened like reinforced concrete and she wished she could pinch them. Before she could articulate another word, however, Mike spoke.

"There's something you haven't mentioned," he reminded her.

"You're just too big for that Mike. It's not even a possibility. I'm sorry I can't take you that way. Truly I am. Please don't be angry with me for something I cannot do."

"What about him?" Mike asked jealously. "The guy on the tape. He had you that way, didn't he?"

Mike spanked his aunt harder than he dared. Her moan was deep and guttural. It told Mike he should continue.

Would Mike do it? Molly wondered.Would he take her the way the black man had? Take her like it was something he was owed, like it was his right to have her that way? She sensed he would.

Something deep inside her womanhood broke open. It was like a solid mass had suddenly reached its melting point all at once. A flood of slick, viscous liquid poured out of her pussy and onto Mike's thighs, quickly soaking through the blue cloth.

As the swats multiplied, the handprints vanished into a background of deep pink. Mike paused his punishing pleasure to admire Molly's now gorgeously rosy ass. Slowly, he trailed his hand over her buttocks and upper thighs. Molly shivered involuntarily as his hand felt the radiant heat of her buttocks like she'd lain naked in the burning sun.

Dipping his head low, Mike grazed his lips against Molly's reddened flesh. It felt so wonderful. Just the tracings of his parted lips against her beautiful, sexy derriere made Molly shiver. Goose bumps spread across her ass flesh, her inner thighs, her upper arms, and the back of her neck.

Mike picked up the riding crop and caressed his aunt's redness with the stiff leather.

"You gave him your ass but you won't give it to me," Mike said, his voice almost threatening. He had no idea why, but what he was doing was having a tremendously exciting affect on his aunt. He wanted to see just how far he could go, how far she would go.

"He was the only one. I swear. I still don't know how it happened. But he was nowhere near your size baby. Somehow, something happened when he hit me with that fucking riding crop."

Mike cut his aunt short. The first smack left a deep crimson welt that stood out against the rosy flesh much like the pink hand print on white flesh had earlier. Her nipple nerves zinged like stone hitting taut wire. Her pussy gaped open, and her brown rosette pulsed in an out.

Moisture gushed from her like she was an open fire hydrant. The stinging hurt incredibly but she was determined not to cry out. Her struggling increased.

Ripping herself free at last, Molly slumped to the floor then struggled to push herself up onto her knees. She kept her forehead against the carpet so there would be no ambiguity about what she desired.

"NOW MIKE!!" Molly screamed. "FUCK IT NOW!!"

Mike moved with the quick grace of a cat. He was pulling his zipper down as he knelt behind his aunt. His big cock grazed her slick folds as he maneuvered his cockhead to her hot, throbbing sphincter.

Yanking her thong to the side, Mike rammed his phallus forward. Molly screamed out but pushed back against him. Her juices were slopping everywhere. Even her rectal passage was lubricated.

Molly and her nephew rutted in opposing thrusts as she became impaled on the big cock. She knew that she had been coming for some time but couldn't concentrate on the sensation as each new movement brought about a heightened pleasure.

By the time Mike's balls slammed against Molly's perineum, her pain was entirely gone. All that was left was the seemingly unendurable ecstasy of having every gratification nerve in her body stimulated at the same time.

She could feel her clitoral hood pulled and stretched by the fullness of her insides. Every time Mike drove his dick head through her rectal love loop, her labia were stretched and twisted as in some erotic taffy pull.

"That's it you slut!" Mike screamed as he held still letting his aunt use his love log to ass fuck herself. Intuitively, he understood this base act required base language.

Molly's climax continued to escalate and the huge cock in her ass felt better than any sex act ever. When Mike stopped thrusting, forcing her to supply all the motion for her pleasure herself, she went over the top and stayed over the top. Her climax scaled Pikes Peak, then Mt. McKinley, then Aconcagua, K2, and even Everest itself.

Molly screamed herself hoarse as she shimmied her ass up and down Mike's cock like an Alpine tunnel swallowing a ten-mile train. Mike began screaming with her.

"Yes you slutty cunt!! Fuck it!! Fuck it out of me! FUCK MY CUM OUT OF ME WITH YOUR HOT SLUT ASS!!!! OH YEAH, THERE IT IS!! HERE COMES MY CUM!!!"

Molly felt her nephew spasm deep in her ass. His jism added slipperiness to her already over oiled rectum and she began to coast down a lovely, sensuous, eternal slip'n'slide until Mike's softening penis slipped stickily outside her sphincteral barrier.

Molly was asleep before Mike's cock head entirely cleared her anus. He slipped out of his wet jeans before collecting her up into his arms and climbing the stairs to deposit her gently into bed. He stripped her naked and covered her with a blanket before taking a shower and crashing onto his own bed.

The next morning, Mike was already awake when Molly entered his room. His cock could pound rail spikes as he stroked himself remembering the events of the previous evening.

Molly pulled the sheet aside and climbed gingerly between his legs as she settled into an adoring blowjob. She let her finger wiggle against her genitals as both rode memories of the unbelievable ass fuck to lovely morning climaxes.

Through everything that was going on with his aunt and Abby, Mike still had more than enough energy, sexual and otherwise, to continue seeing Amanda. In truth, they were dating and began to become close.

It became almost normal for Mike to drive the young couple fifty miles or more, one way, to see a movie or have a meal. Often, they just rode around looking at the amazing scenery. Mike drank it all in, not knowing when, if ever, he'd have a chance to see something as beautiful as the Tetons of western Wyoming again.

At least he drove until Amanda began pawing his crotch, laying her head in his lap, dragging his cock out, licking his balls and fellating him.

When she complained about his hairy balls, he let her shave him...all but a narrow strip above his cock base. When Molly saw it the next morning, she laughed and called it Hitler's moustache. She also spent fifteen extra minutes laving his baby smooth nut sack.

Sometimes, Amanda would talk wistfully about spending the winter at Abby's, living in the cabin and going to the local community. She got Mike to thinking as well.

"That would be great for you Amanda," Mike enthused feeling some envy.

"What about you, Mike? Wouldn't you like to stay too?"

"Sure, but I don't see how. There's no work at the ranch in the winter. Molly can't afford to pay me. I don't even know if she'd let me stay there." Mike was angling for sympathy with that last sentence. He knew fully well Molly would be more than happy to entertain his cock (and him) all through the cold winter.

"I'll bet Abby would let you stay in one of the cabins," Amanda offered hopefully.

In the end, their teenage dreams were always dashed on reality's rocks. What would they do for money? What would they do for transportation? Even so, they grew ever closer.

"Do you think you love me, Mike?" Amanda asked out of the blue.

"I'm really not sure. How can you tell? Have you ever been in love before?"

"I don't know," she answered. "I think so."

"Who? Chuck?" Mike blurted out impulsively.

Chuck had been Amanda's prom date. Unlike Mike, Amanda kept up a busy social calendar throughout high school. Pretty, friendly, and nice, she was often double or triple booked for a weekend.

Mike had learned a lot from his summer relationship. For example, just because a girl was pretty didn't mean she was stuck up. In fact, it was Amanda's niceness, her core decency that appealed to him as much as her lovely face or honey colored skin.

Amanda shook her head. "Not Chuck, one of the cowboys. He wasn't like you though."

'What do you mean?"

Amanda's grin was almost diabolical as she held her thumb and index finger a few inches apart. Her gesture wasn't meant to convey "Cowboy's" actual measurements so much as it was to suggest that whatever they were, he was on the small side.

"Is that how you describe me?" Mike asked, grinning.

Amanda shook her head. Only she didn't shake just her head. She opened her eyes as wide as blue-yolked eggs and moved her whole upper torso like some frantic four-year-old layered ludicrously in chocolate trying desperately to convince his mother that it wasn't he who emptied the family cookie jar.

Continuing her preposterous pantomime, Amanda then held her hands about four feet apart like Mike might be better compared to a stallion than a mere stud. Grabbing her outstretched hands, Mike pulled Amanda to him giving her a combination hug and tickle. When she responded with the expected squirm and giggle, Mike asked himself,God, could she be any more adorable?

"I think I love you Mike," Amanda said when they'd settled down.

Mike was pretty sure he loved her too. At the very least, he felt for Amanda something he'd ever felt before.

Sometimes, when Mike cuddled with Amanda in her cabin watching the porn movies and drinking the beer the cowboys left when they visited her, he felt the pain of jealousy. Mike was fairly certain she was screwing some of them but he didn't ask about it. She told him she was happiest with him and that would have to be good enough. His own situation meant he was in no position to expect exclusivity.

From their discussions, Mike knew Amanda was more experienced than he. One time he brought up the subject of other lovers but before he could pop the big question, she beat him to it.

"How many girls have you been with Mike?"

"Three," Mike answered, meaning Molly, Abby, and Amanda herself. "Now, what about you?"

"More than that," answered Amanda giving Mike his first inkling that there were things besides her age a lady didn't tell.

When Mike tried to revise his count upward by including his airline experience, Amanda wasn't buying.

"Sorry, kiddo, but having some glorified airplane waitress tease you so bad you whack your carrot into the metal crapper then come in your pants ain't no notch on the ol' belt.

Mike tried again, suggesting that she'd had a sizeable head start.

"Maybe we should just count since the beginning of summer," he offered hopefully.

"Yep, I'm sure that's it," Amanda mocked him then immediately regretted it.

For the longest time Amada harbored a secret fear that the reason her mother had taken off was because she, as her Mom put it, "had a sassy mouth." Try as she might, Amanda couldn't control some of the things that came out or it.

Unfortunately, she didn't know her banter was one of the things Mike liked best about her. Because she talked like a guy, he felt he could talk to her about anything.

"OK," Amanda said softening, "just since June. How many?"

"Three!" Mike said smiling.

Amanda briefly considered lying, letting this guy she liked so much win one. Honesty was one of her tenants, however, so she told the truth.

"Missed it by this much," she said grinning widely, holding her palms close together then slowly moving them a yard apart. Moving to him, Amanda grabbed Mike and hugged him as tight as she could.

"There's only one number you really need to know, Mike. Of everybody, the number one guy I like being with most is you...by a thousand miles."

Mike hugged her back but couldn't resist a shot of his own. "You didn't include girls."

Mike earned a punch in the arm for his efforts.

* * * *

It was late on a Wednesday afternoon. Abby had stopped by and was sharing Mike's Hard Lemonade with Molly and Mike at the picnic table in the yard.

The trio sat in silence in the shade of a massive oak. The air was warm but dry and a light, westerly breeze made the weather perfect. Molly saw it first and the others followed her line of sight. The plume of dust meant a vehicle was moving up the long, dirt driveway.

Bill Dennis's brand new motor home was a beautiful forty footer. Mike was filled with an aching wanderlust as he toured the campground on wheels wishing he could just take it and drive. Anywhere. Everywhere.

The foursome was quickly on the interstate, cruising. Mike was the only one who didn't know the trip was planned. Bill finally pulled off at a rest area that featured a small honky-tonk bar. The sign outside advertised "Connie & Friends -- featuring Connie Carpenter" whoever she was.

The trio consisted of a drummer and keyboard player with Connie as the vocalist/guitar player. Mike thought Connie was quite good in a loud sort of way. The band mixed with the crowd during breaks letting the customers buy them drinks. Connie spent a lot of her time with the foursome.

Mike drank Cokes while the others got drunk. At closing time, Bill, Molly, Abby, Mike, and now Connie piled into Bill's motor home. Mike became the bartender, that is, he got everyone including himself a beer. It quickly became obvious why Connie had joined them. She was kin.

"Connie's your cousin," Molly told him as they sat around the table.

"First cousins with your ma actually," Connie corrected. "Not exactly sure what that makes us, second cousins or some such, I guess."

Mike was flabbergasted. In the bar, Connie had turned him on. Short cowgirl skirt that sometimes exposed patches of pink panty as she spun. Long, dark tresses flew wildly and wondrous red lips sang racy lyrics to a raucous audience. No doubt about it, she had given Mike the boner that he rubbed against Molly and Abby when they danced.

Mike became quiet. Incest was on his mind again. Not the "not quite" incest-by-marriage stuff he was enjoying with his aunt. Real incest. Connie was blood.

Connie, as good luck (or good planning) would have it, loved big cocks and, when she heard of Mike's giftedness, asked Molly to bring him to a show. Everyone at the table except Mike knew of her open lust for better-hung men. Her interest was more practical than esthetic as her pleasure was directly related to size.

"So, Mike," Connie began, "seems like all the women have sampled your big dick but me." Poor Mike was caught completely unawares and misted beer blew from his nostrils.

"Am I telling tales out of school or something?" Connie asked, enjoying her ability to shock her young cousin. "He's big, right?" Connie continued, shifting her glance from Abby to Molly and back again.

Bill Dennis sat quietly with his arm around Molly's shoulders as talk of another man's penis monopolized the conversation. He wasn't threatened or jealous, confident enough in his own masculinity to let the females' sexy banter get him hard.

Molly moved onto Bill's lap and put her arm around his neck. His arms were around her waist and his fingers intertwined at her fly of her jeans. The pair seemed content, for the moment, to watch the others.

Abby walked over to Mike and took his face in her hands, giving him a big, wet kiss. It seemed that Abby was somewhat submissive to Connie, however, so that when Connie pulled Mike's face away, Abby stepped back rather than contest this newcomer for the privilege of sucking Mike's tongue.

With Connie and Abby vying for, and commanding, Mike's attention, Molly and Bill quietly retired to the bedroom at the back of the camper.

While Connie made out with Mike and enjoyed his hands on her tits, Abby knelt between the teenager's thighs and "fluffed" his cock, not that it needed fluffing, just that she so enjoyed sucking it.

"Mmmm," said Connie lifting her mouth off the hickey she just placed on her cousin's neck, "ready to give me your big dick, Mike?" Mike was more than ready.

"Not yet, Connie," Abby pleaded. "He's just a kid. The way he's excited, he wouldn't even get the head in before he shot off. Just let me finish him this way the first time. He'll still have plenty left for you."

Abby went back to fellating the teen with urgency, determined to get him off before Connie could stop her.

"Jesus, Abby, I never seen a woman like dick suckin' as much as you. It's a wonder you ever get fucked. Maybe you're right though," Connie stated realizing a kid Mike's age would have better stamina after he had gotten off once.

Abby maneuvered Mike against the wall where he slouched down for the kneeling woman. Connie got up and stood behind Abby. Reaching up, she grabbed Mike's face pulling him close again. Their lips met and Connie started tongue-kissing him with a passion that matched Abby's.

Moving closer, Connie felt her pubic bone touch the back of Abby's head. She began undulating her hips in a way that drove Abby's mouth faster and deeper onto Mike's cock. If Abby was to get Mike's first load, at least Connie could hurry things along.

Women fighting over his cock got to Mike and, combined with Connie's hot mouth on his and Abby's hot mouth on his cock, there was really no chance he could last long, not that either woman wanted that this first time.

Mike had both hands on Connie's waist as they made out and he could feel the movements of her hips as she drove Abby's head furiously onto his dick. It was as if Connie was using Abby's mouth as a surrogate pussy as she humped away at her cousin.

Abby was experiencing a lust lunacy as the erotic feeling of Connie's crotch humping her head brought her close to an explosion of her own. She dug her fingers madly into her panties seeking that wonderful pleasure nub.

Connie, too, was going insane from Mike's kisses and the dry humping she was giving Abby's head. Each time she drove her hips forward she could feel the pressure as Abby's throat bottomed out on Mike's cock. Then Abby would shove her head backward pushing against Connie's pussy mound as she slid her lips back up the cock. Connie knew she was close to climaxing herself and she increase the pace of her thrusting hoping to reach it.

Abby came first as she complimented the excitement of the blowjob by wildly shoving three stubby fingers into her dripping pussy. Mike followed quickly as he heard Abby's moans and felt her mouth tighten around him. He groaned loudly as he shot his load onto Abby's eager tongue.

Connie joined the other two, as the friction of her humping was more than enough to push her over the top. Each of the three was left moaning in ecstasy as they continued their movements to the completion of their climax.

Mike was the first to break the orgasmic trance that had descended on the ménage a trois. As his cock shrank, Connie's pumping of Abby's head onto his cock, and Abby's continued eager suckings until he finally felt the need to slip free.

He pulled his mouth away from Connie then reached down to place a restraining hand against Abby's forehead while he gently extracted his penis from its lipstick lockup. It was only minutes before things heated up again.

Connie quickly began fondling Mike's semi-limp organ. As his swollenness returned, she whistled at the size of it. She licked all traces of semen from the shaft and head then got onto all fours.

"C'mon stud 'n ride me like a brood mare," Connie told Mike.

Mike positioned himself behind her. "Abby, help him put it in me," Connie commanded.

Abby moved quickly to obey. She grabbed Mike's monster meat missile in one hand and felt for the entrance to Connie with the other. Moaning again, Connie shuddered and felt her juices flow down her legs toward the new carpet. Abby placed the head of the big dick against Connie's labia and rubbed it around, coating it in slippery she-sauce.

Mike's eyes were closed and he was frozen in place leaving Connie to push backward, seating his cock head in her passageway. Abby caressed the exposed dick-shaft lightly causing Mike to 'twitch" his cock. His cock head swelled perceptibly and Connie moaned appreciatively. Mike held stock-still letting Connie set the rhythm as she fucked herself on his gigantic genitalia.

"Oh shit," Connie whimpered, "that feels so fuckin' nice. There's nothin' in the whole world that feels as good as a big dick."

Abby lay on her back and scootched herself under the copulating couple dragging her mammoth jugs along Connie's belly. Looking directly up, she could see Mike's big cock as it stroked in and out of Connie's pussy. Reaching up, she felt the slick, glistening piston as it plowed territory few men had ever visited. With her thumb, she began rubbing Connie's clit causing her to moan.

"Damn, Abby," Connie croaked, "if you want to make yourself useful, get your tongue up there and give it some licks."

Abby cheerfully complied. She grabbed Connie's hips, pulled herself up, and fastened her mouth to the juncture of Mike and Connie. She tongued both as the pair thrust against each other. Abby moved from Mike's shaft to his ball sack to Connie's clit. She attempted to jam her tongue between Connie's pussy walls and Mike's cock. All three, even Abby growled lustily.

Mike pulled his long, fat cock all the way out of Connie. As it bobbed free, Abby lunged for it with her mouth but he'd moved too far back. Rather than a sweet mouthful of hard, young cock, she was left staring at Connie's gaping hole. Connie's pussy lips didn't close up like they did in most women. They gaped open leaving a tantalizing pink pipe that darkened as it snaked deep inside the steamy country singer.

"What do you think of that pussy, Mike?" Connie asked her younger cousin when his cock exited her genitals. "It's a bit more accommodating than most of the women you've been with, ain't it."

"A bit more?" laughed Abby still staring at Connie's amazing plumbing. "You're bigger than the main shaft at the Comstock Lode."

"Damn straight!" Connie boasted, "and Mike's just the miner I need."

Abby opened her mouth and aligned her puffy lips to Connie's pussy lips. The kiss was like nothing she'd ever experienced. Abby slid her tongue out of her mouth seeking the familiar feeling of a complementary organ but none materialized. She probed around Connie's open cunt sliding her slick licker against coated pussy walls that were so far apart that Abby could position her tongue in the center and not touch anything at all.

Mike was eager to get back inside the big fissure that let him drive deep without bottoming out then slosh around without feeling like a tourniquet had been applied to his cockbase. Despite fierce resistance from Abby, Mike managed to push her head downward far enough to insinuate his big dick between her lips and his cousin's.

Once she felt that hard young cock against her face, Abby moved so she could send her tongue the length of it as he slid back into Connie. Dropping her head to the floor, Abby breathed heatedly trying to catch her breath.

"Christ Connie," Abby said humping the air wildly looking for a source of friction, "at least you could return the favor."

"You know I ain't no carpet chomper Abby," Connie said, reaching for one of the empty, long neck bottles and shoving it into Abby's cunt. "Here, fuck yourself with that. I'm sure it won't be your first date with a glass dick."

"Oh shit!" Abby groaned as the cold carafe entered her smoldering snatch. She almost came on the spot. But Connie provided no stroking leaving it to hang motionless from Abby's cunt.

It didn't matter. Abby was so excited she grabbed the bottle herself and began jack hammering it in and out. Pushing herself up on her free elbow, Abby returned to providing oral service to the fuckers.

The fornicating trio raced pell-mell toward a hyper-climax that had been building since they'd entered the camper. Abby arrived first, continuing her frenzied tongue moppings while thrashing about as she jammed the brown glass neck through her labia mashing it against her clit. Briefly, her pussy opened wide and the fat part the bottle slipped inside her. Her orgasm escalated as her pussy delighted in the reaming by the fattest dildo she'd ever taken.

Abby's cries pulled Mike and Connie with her. Mike grabbed Connie and jerked her hard against his pubis as he began pumping hot semen. Connie felt the powerful jets and her vagina began spasming in pleasure. Although their orgasms began together, Connie began to convulse madly just as Mike fired his final volley.

She tried to imprison Mike's cock with her pussy muscles but she was still experiencing wild contractions as Mike withdrew his rapidly softening pork pipe.

Abby could feel Mike's sperm drip from Connie's now vacant pussy pit onto her face. The bottle was still fully imbedded in her mellowing snatch as she stuck out her tongue seeking to sample Mike's scrotum sap.

"Not yet Mike!" yelped the climaxing Connie as the youth sat back on his heels guiltily. He needn't have worried, however, as Abby quickly popped her head up greedily lapping Connie's fresh cream pie. She sucked sweetly, cleaning Connie's cunt completely as both women completed the sating of their lust.

The teenager recovered fastest and was on his feet while the older women lay on their backs exhausted. He fetched another beer and watched in fascination as the bottle dildo slowly emerged from Abby's relaxing vagina and settled onto the carpet.

The following morning it fell to Mike to drive the hangover hobbled "adults" back to the ranch.

* * * *

On Friday of the Labor Day weekend. Mike and Molly were having tuna sandwiches and potato salad for lunch. With summer coming to a close, they over-chewed small bites and stared blankly at the beautiful western horizon.

For Mike, summer was over quicker than a middle school circle jerk. Molly was thinking about the future. There was good news. She was the first to notice the silence.

"You're awfully quiet," she said, nudging Mike out of his trance.

"Yeah, I can't believe summer is over already. Has Mom said anything to you about me going home?"

"Nothing," Molly answered truthfully. "I do have some good news though. At least I think it is. Bill Dennis is coming by again. He and I have worked out a business deal. He wants to talk to you as well."

"Why me?" Mike's ears perked up.

"He wants to offer you a job. Interested?"

"A job? Where?"

"Here, at the ranch."

From the leisurely contemplation of bittersweet memories of the best summer of his brief life, suddenly, Mike's mind was pushed over a cliff. He was already in mental freefall when a most incredible bit of information appeared for processing.

"I don't know if it makes a difference but Amanda is staying too. And you should probably know that Bill is Amanda's father."

Without speaking, Mike stood up and walked slowly from the table in a random direction.

"Mike? Are you all right?"

"Uh...yeah. I'll get back to you."

Fragments of thoughts popped into Mike's head only to be quickly elbowed aside by competing fragments. A job, winter in Wyoming, Amanda, his mother, Molly, his friends at home, his future all swirled together like the money on a rapidly spinning Wheel of Fortune. Finally, the wheel stopped.

Amanda was Bill Dennis's daughter? Amazingly, he had never asked her last name and, as far as he knew, she didn't know his either. They'd talked about their hometowns, their schools, their friends, but not last names. Bill's daughter? Huh. Mike made a mental note: Tell Amanda my last name.

Perhaps more importantly though, what about his mom? Every week when they talked on the phone, she told him how much she missed him and how she was looking forward to having him home again. He missed her too, at least while he was on the phone. Did he have it in him to disappoint the person he cared for most?

Bill and Amanda arrived together in Bill's lavish motor home. His business plan wasn't overly complicated. He had sold everything in Denver. The money would be invested in a small resort on the shore of Molly's lake. The clientele targeted would be adult couples as opposed to families.

Although there was no overt discussion of sexual openness, as Bill began listing those who had expressed an interest in vacationing with them, Mike recognized a sprinkling of names that Molly had mentioned when she spoke of swinging with Hastings.

The more surprising part of Bill's presentation to Mike and Amanda was that, rather than purchase part of Molly's ranch as he had originally intended, they would become partners. Full and complete partners. When the quizzical look on Mike face remained, Molly spelled things out.

"Bill and I are getting married, Mike."

Amanda was as shocked as Mike but she recovered more quickly.

"Omigod! That's great Dad," she said hugging her father and kissing his cheek. "Congratulations," she said to Molly, offering her hand.

"We'll talk more later," Molly told her.

Amanda had already agreed to stay in Wyoming working on whatever tasks her father assigned. She would stay in Abby's cabin rent free, just paying for utilities. She would also begin college at the local community college -- local meaning less than fifty miles away. Her dad would give her a company pickup for transportation.As promised, Mike was offered a job. He, too, could claim one of Abby's cabins for the same arrangement as Amanda enjoyed. He was welcome to join Amanda at community college and was to share use of the pickup in a manner the two of them determined.

Things had moved fast for Mike. The job opportunity, the chance to stay close to Amanda, his aunt's engagement, it was all so exciting and full of promise. He was just the slightest bit hesitant when he picked up the phone to call his mother.

She wouldn't be expecting the news and, as much as he liked his life at the moment, he missed her. As the phone was ringing, he hoped he wouldn't disappoint her.

"Hello."

"Hi Mom, it's me." Mike breathed deeply. "I'm thinking about staying the winter."