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A little bit of the country
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"I dunno, Eddie, whatever you want to do."
"Well, I dunno, either. Maybe we could go over to my place
and mess around. Maybe read some comic books or something."
It was a typical lazy summer afternoon. Eddie and I both
were getting pretty bored. We had gone down to the bayou to
do a little fishing, but after catching a couple of grossly
undersized catfish, we tired of that, and in typical boy
fashion were looking to each other to come up with something
to do with our idle time.
Going over to Eddie's house was not high on my list of
things to do but, in as much as I could not come up with a
decent alternative, I decided I might as well. Stowing our
fishing gear in our hide-out, we hiked back through the
woods to the Fincher's back pasture. After making sure the
old bull wasn't around, we made a dash across to their
farmhouse.
The Fincher's house was a typical southern, clapboard,
unpainted and unadorned with any decorative trim. Like many
of it's counterparts, it was totally utilitarian. The back
door, for all practical purposes, was the main entry. (Only
visitors came up to the front door, and that was an
extremely rare occassion.) During the hot summer months,
only the screen door covered the opening; the winter storm
door having been removed and stored in the barn.
The kitchen was one of the largest rooms in the house,
containing a large, non-descript table, a bench, and several
worn out cane-bottomed chairs. To one side was a large wood-
burning stove and next to it a smaller kerosene stove. The
later was used during the summer months to reduce the amount
of heat generated, and even then the kitchen was always
uncomfortably warm. Off to one side of the kitchen was the
pantry, which also doubled as a bathroom with an old four
legged tub with most of it's porcelain chipped away. There
was no inside plumbing; water for a bath was brought in from
the well bucket by bucket.
The front part of the house consisted of four equal-sized
rooms, the original house (the kitchen and pantry had been
added later by reusing the lumber from an old barn). Three
of these rooms had been converted into bedrooms, one for the
parents, one for the three girls, and one for the four boys.
"Who the hell's making all that racket? Oh, it's you two
young-uns. Can't ya'll come in without sounding like a
cyclone?" A woman's voice thundered.
We came to a sudden halt, frozen in our tracks by her yell.
It was Eddie's older sister, Irene. She was sprawled across
what had once been a couch in the sparsely furnished living
room, wearing a thin house coat, loosely tied at the waist,
and doing little to conceal her otherwise naked body.
"What ch'all doing home this time of day?" she drawled,
looking at us out of the side of her eyes, not spending the
energy to turn her head.
"Oh, we been catfising," Eddie answered. "Nothin' biting, so
we come home. Where's Ma?"
"She be taking Ellen over to town to see the dentist. Ellen
done got herself a fierce toothache. Whatcha looking at
boy?" This last was directed toward me, standing slack jawed
and staring at her half-opened housedress.
"Nu, nuthin', maa'm." I stammered.
"Tryin' to get a peek at my tits, warn't ya?"
"No maa'm. No, I wasn't". I turned my head to emphasis that
I was not, and spotted the half-empty whiskey bottle on the
floor next to her.
"Well, ya'll get the hell out of her." She growled, pulling
her housedress together at the neck.
"We just going to read some funny books." Eddie said. "Come
on. Jim, let's go" He headed into his bedroom and I
followed.
We pulled out his stack of ragged, dog-earred comics, and
were soon oblivious to the world around us as we re-read all
our old favorites; Captain Marvel, Superman, Wonder Woman.
"Think Superman could see through Wonder Woman's clothes
with his X-ray eyes" Eddie snickered.
"Bet he could," I answered," Just like he can see through
Lois Lanes."
We must have been reading for a half hour or so when all of
a sudden we heard Irene's voice behind us. "So, you want to
peek at my titties, huh?"
We both jumped and turned around. Irene was standing in the
doorway, her housedress pulled wide open, held apart by her
hands on her hips. "Well then, take yourselfs a good long
look."
We both sat there, too stunned to say anything, too terified
to move. Irene just stood there, a leering grin on her face.
Her big tits were fully exposed, big brown nipples pointed
straight at us. Lower down, I could see her big pinkish cunt
lips standing out from her black hairy crotch. She walked
heavily over to Eddie's bed and plopped down, dropping her
housedress from her shoulders and leaving herself completely
naked. "Well, come on over here, boys, and look all you want
to. You like these tits?" She cupped her hands under her
breasts and lifted then toward us. " Huh, like 'em? Ever
seen any tits like this?"
Eddie and I, got up and creeped over to her, not knowing
exactly what to do or what to expect. When we got close
enough, she suddenly let go of her tits and grabbed the
front of our britches. "Well, come on and look. Look all you
want."
I tried to move back, but she had a firm grip on my little
pecker and balls. "Where you think you're goin', honey?" she
grinned. as she yanked me back. The distinct odor of whiskey
surrounded her.
"Well, now. You boys are gittin' to see what you want. Now
how 'bout you showin' me somethin'."
We looked at each other, pretty sure of what she meant, but
not wanting to admit we knew. "Come on, boys, unbutton them
britches for me, or do I haf to do it myself?" She released
her grip on my pecker and started unbuttoning my britches. I
was terified; if she opened my fly, she would see that I had
a hard-on! And, Eddie would see it, too. I didn't know what
to do, so I just stood there, paralyzed.
A few deft twists of her fingers, and my fly was open. I
glanced over at Eddie and saw that she had done then same
thing to him. Both our britches, responding to the laws of
gravity, fell to the floor. Our rigid little peckers were
pointing straight out.
"There, that's better" she said as she started groping our
meat again. "You fellers has got some pretty nice little
peckers there. Looks to me like you been whackin' 'em. That
right? You been whackin' on them things?"
Both of us blushed with guilt, but neither said a word.
Irene took each of our pricks between two finger tips and
began to stroke tem very slowly. Little droplets of pre-cvum
immediately appeared at our pee holes. "Yeah, just like
this, I bet. You boys been playing with yourselfs just like
this. I know." Suddenly she leaned forward and licked
Eddie's pole. He moaned. His eyes rolled up. His knees
buckled. And, he spurted a big load of cum on her face.
Irene quickly wiped the dripping fuck-juice with her fingers
and licked it greedily. "Hmm, that's good stuff, Eddie. How
come you never told me you made such good stuff? You been
keeping this stuff from your sister Irene, haven't you?"
As Eddie stood there trembling, she turned her attention to
me. "I bet you got some of that good stuff for me,too, don't
you?" she said huskily as she circled her fingers under my
balls and lifted my cock with her thumb. "You gonna' give
old Irene a good swallow?"
Not risking the sudden ejaculation that Eddie had given her,
she took my whole cock in her mouth. She started sucking and
pulling on it with her lips, rubbing the base with her
thumb. My cock was filled with hot fuck-juices, but I was
afraid to let go. This made her work all the harder, eager
to take my load in her mouth. Her spittal was running across
my balls and down the inside of my thighs.
Fear was overcome by nature, and my cock exploded with the
biggest spurt of cum I had ever experienced. Now it was my
turn to shudder and to feel my legs giving out from under
me. She didn't stop sucking, and my cock was quickly drained
of all it's stored-up juices.
"You boys ready for some more?" she asked as she returned to
playing with our still swollen shafts. "I bet you both still
have lots of cum for me."
Eddie and I were both moaning softly, not able to say a word
even if we knew what to say. Irene, crazed with the whiskey
she had been drinking, was a sex maniac, bent on giving our
little pricks the work-out of our lives.
For the next few minutes, she pulled and twisted us around
various different ways, pawing all parts of our bodies,
pushing her big tits into our mouths, nibbling on our erect
little nipples, fingering our ass cracks and poking at our
butt holes.
Then she laid back on the bed, pulling me up on top of her.
"Put that little prick in my pussy, honey. Put it in my
pussy and fill it up with your cum." My dick virtually fell
into her gaping fuck hole. "That's the way. shove it in
there and fuck me. Fuck me har."
Once again my hard shaft filled with cum, but unlike it was
when she sucked me, there was no holding back. In moments I
was gushing my juices into her soaking cunt. "Ahhh, yes.
Shoot it in me, Jimmy. Shoot it in me."
She let me roll off to her side, and as I lay there panting,
she put Eddie through the same excercise. MOments later, our
cums were mingling inside her hot pussy, and little drops of
the white cream were oozing out between her cunt lips.
As quickly as it started, it was over. She stood up, put her
housedress on, and walked out of the room. "You two tell
anybody about that, and I'll cut your gizzzards out, you
hear?"
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