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Hillbilly

By: Ashson



I was heading up into the mountains for a weekend of relaxing and fishing. I'd booked a place near a mountain lake that was supposed to be full to the brim with trout and I intended to get my share. (More than my share if possible.)

The place I'd booked was a little off the beaten track and, quite frankly, I got lost. I arrived at my supposed destination to find myself at a dead end. Completely dead, not even a track leading off from it. I backtracked to a store I recently passed and asked if they could give me directions.

I took notes. I blasted well wrote down what they said in the shop and I still got lost a second time. Where I finished up was not where I wanted to be. I was backtracking down this old dirt road when I ran into this girl walking towards me. Think Ellie May Clampett. Think Daisy Duke. This girl was in that category. Blonde hair, blue eyes, tatty but well filled t-shirt, and tatty old skirt that showed of a pair of lovely legs.

I pulled up and rolled down the window, smiling pleasantly, and politely asked if she could direct me to Frenchies Cabins, as I seemed to have been misdirected. She smiled, said no worries, and proceeded to give me complex directions that depended on extensive local knowledge.

"It's not far," she finished up. "You can't go wrong."

"Miss," I said with a sigh, "if it's possible to go wrong, I will. I have already, twice. Would it be too much of an imposition to ask you to hop in and direct me? I'll give you a lift back after I know where I'm supposed to go."

"If you were on foot," she said, laughing, "you'd just about be there. A car just takes longer. I'll direct you there but you won't have to give me a lift back. I can just cut through the woods and I'll be home." 

She slipped into the passenger's seat, her already short skirt riding up higher, showing a lot of thigh and the curve of her bottom. While I suspect that she probably had panties on they were not immediately noticeable.

I leaned back slightly to get a better look at her, taking in her luscious figure.

"Has anyone ever told you that you are really quite lovely?" I asked, and she blushed, waving the compliment aside.

"It's true," I insisted. "Your skin is flawless, like warm silk."

I knew exactly how her skin felt because my fingertips were lightly brushing it. On her leg. On her thigh to be a bit more precise, trailing lightly along.

"Um, I don't think you should be doing that," she said in a neutral voice.

"You're right," I said with a sigh. "I probably shouldn't. How old are you?"

"I'm eighteen, but that's not the reason I said you shouldn't be doing it." 

At age eighteen she was fair game as far as I was concerned. If she said no I'd accept it, but she hadn't actually said no. My fingers continued running lightly up and down her leg, sliding across her skin, close to her skirt, but not actually touching it.

"You don't like it?" I asked, my hand slipping between her legs and softly stroking the soft flesh on the inside of her leg.

"I like it fine enough," she said, still sounding completely casual, "but I don't think Paw would."

"But your Paw isn't here right now," I pointed out, my fingers flirting with the edge of her skirt. She was wearing panties because I could see then now.

"Brother Ben wouldn't like it either," she told me.

"That is so true," said a very nice sounding voice from behind me. 

I slowly turned my head. A hillbilly wearing overalls and chewing on a straw. What, he was trying to be a caricature of a hillbilly? I will admit the man had two things going for him. A really nice baritone and a rifle that was about two inches from my nose.

"Brother Ben, I assume?" I asked him.

He smiled and nodded. 

"Yup. That's me. And just why is Cindi-Lou in your car?" 

"I'm lost. She kindly offered to direct me to Frenchies Cabins," I explained.

"Why not just tell you? Only an idiot would get lost between here and there."

"That's me," I admitted.

"Well, idiot, perhaps you can tell me why your hand was on Cindi-Lou's leg. Still there, I see."

"I was hoping to persuade her to play with me for a little while. Why don't you move along and we'll see how we get on."

The answer to that suggestion was a gentle prod from the rifle. Just a nudge, sort of a reminder that the rifle was there.

"How about I give you ten dollars and you take your rifle and go hunt a rabbit. That will leave your sister free to direct me."

And play with me lay unspoken between us.

He looked at me thoughtfully, weighing the situation up in his mind.

"Each?" he asked. 

"Each," I agreed.

He nodded and lowered the rifle, his other hand facing me, palm up, and I withdrew a ten and slapped it onto his hand. He promptly pocketed the ten and then his hand was back.

"I'll hold Cindi-Lou's ten, as well," he informed me.

"No dice," I said, shaking my head. "Cindi-Lou can manage her own money."

"You don't trust me with my own sister's money," he snarled, sounding seriously offended.

"No."

"Smarter than I thought," he grumbled. "OK, Cindi-Lou, go and play but not here. Less chance of company if you park at Old Pete's. He's away for a few days." 

"Hold on a moment," snapped Cindi-Lou. "I haven't agreed to any sort of playing. What does he mean by playing?"

Brother Ben cast his eyes to the heavens in a give-me-strength gesture.

"You remember a few weeks back that me and Paw caught Sally-Ann hunting on our land?"

"She said she shot that turkey on her land and it flew over the fence."

"Maybe it did and maybe it didn't, but she was on our land. Do you remember how Paw and me played with Sally-Ann for a while?"

"Oh, yes. She kicked and squealed a lot when you did that."

"Only at the start. She was fine by the time I got to play with her."

"True. I saw you playing with her again the other day and she seemed to be having fun then."

"Never mind that. Just go and give this guy his directions. If you decide you don't want to play just tell him that."

"Then I won't get my ten dollars, will I?"

"Ah, yes, Cindi-Lou, you will," I put in. "We'll call it a reward for giving me directions. If you agree to play it will just be a little bit of fun on the side."

Ben turned and strolled off the road and into the woods. I engaged the gears and moved slowly off. 

"Where is Old Pete's place?" I asked her.

"Just keep going. I'll tell you when we reach it." She sounded a little distracted.

About a kilometre down the road she pointed to a white post a little further up. 

"Turn left on the other side of the post. You'll see the track."

I slowed down, looking for the track. If I hadn't known there was a track there I'd have missed it. I was beginning to understand how I'd got lost twice. We turned up the track. As soon as we were out of sight of the main road I was instructed to pull up. 

I switched off the engine and looked at her, appreciating her figure all over again.

"I don't know about this playing," she said. "Paw and Ben were a bit rough on Sally-Ann at the start. They tore her clothes when they took them off her."

"There's an easy solution to that," I pointed out. "Instead of me taking off your clothes, you can do it. That way they won't get torn." 

When she replied to that suggestion she may not have been smirking but the wish to was in her voice.

"Paw says I'm not allowed to take off my clothes in front of a man."

"Has he said anything about me not being allowed to take them off?"

"Noo," she said slowly, "but you suggested I take them off so they don't get torn."

I shrugged and got out of the car, moving around to her door and opening it.

"Stand there for a moment," I said. She gave me a puzzled look but did as told. Without an argument would you believe?

I sat in the passenger's seat.

"You can safely take off your clothes now," I told her. "You're standing behind me. I assume that your Paw didn't say anything about that?"

I was watching her in the side mirror and she was smirking, even as she nodded thoughtfully. Apparently agreeing to my assessment of the situation she started stripping, watching me to make sure I didn't turn around. I didn't need to. I had quite a good view.

As soon as she was undressed I emerged from the car, facing her and drinking in the sight of her sleek young body, all dents and curves and lush hills in just the right places. Her hands were fluttering, wanting to cover herself but also flattered by the way I was looking at and appreciating her body.

"Did your Paw say what you should do if you ever got caught naked by a man?"

"Um, just that I should get into shelter right quick."

I opened the rear door of the car, indicating she should get in. She hastily scrambled in and I followed.

Sitting next to her on the back seat my hands had more room to move and I took full advantage of that fact. My hands were literally all over, touching all those curves. I went to kiss her and Paw raised his objections again.

"Paw says I shouldn't kiss men yet," she protested.

"That's OK," I told her, my mouth changing its target to a pretty pink nipple and closing upon that. 

She may have been young and untested but her body knew what it wanted. She was responding eagerly to my touches, never more so that when my fingers crossed the dividing line and touched down inside her. Her breasts were swollen and her nipples were pouting. She was flushed and breathing hard, firmly pressing her mound against my intrusive fingers.

I kept on stroking and probing, slowly inching my way towards her clitoris. By the time I reached it I would guess it was hooded and quivering in expectation and Cindi-Lou gave an appalled shriek when I actually brushed against it. Followed by another when I did it again.

She was staring at me, almost quivering with shock and lust. I undid my trousers, finally letting my erection out. I am of a reasonable size when erect, being possibly a little on the plus side of average. I was just hoping I didn't scare her.

Scare her. Oh, she was absolutely petrified, wasn't she? She took one look at me and said in a very judicious voice, "I think Ben has a bigger one. What are you going to do with it?"

Ah well, one swollen head is sufficient and my erection should also suffice, even if it was smaller than Bens.

"Do you remember when your brother was playing with Sally-Ann? Did you see what he did with his?"

She nodded thoughtfully.

"Oh, yes. Paw did it to Sally-Ann first when they caught her. That's why she was doing all that kicking and squealing, her not wanting Paw to poke her with his. That was funny to watch."

"Maybe but, if you've never been poked before, the first time can be uncomfortable. That's probably why Sally-Ann kicked and squealed. You may even find it hurts a bit at first. If you're scared of possibly getting hurt a little you may want to change your mind."

If she did change her mind something would get hurt. My head, from banging against something hard to teach me not to be so stupid.

"Hmph," she snorted. "If Sally-Ann can do it I can certainly do it. There's nothing she can do better than me."

I didn't say anything to this, preferring to spend my time easing her onto her back and nudging her legs further apart. I slowly brushed the head of my cock back and forth along her lips, watching them swell a little more, parting to accept me. Cindi-Lou was lifting her hips a little, eager to press against me.

Cindi-Lou had her head lifted and was watching avidly as I pressed more firmly against her. She was breathing harder, her breath becoming even more pronounced as I started to move inside her. I could feel myself butting up against her hymen. 

"This is the bit that may hurt a little I warned her. If it does just remember that it will feel a lot better in a few moments."

I pressed harder, watching Cindi-Lou's face. She was still watching where I was pressing into her, teeth lightly biting her lip. She gave a tiny wince, and then I broke through and was moving deeper. Cindi-Lou had deliberately swallowed a scream, I could tell, determined to show herself superior to Sally-Ann who had kicked and squealed. Now she was relaxing, looking slightly surprised and very interested as I moved along her passage, filling her.

I didn't rush her. I just moved steadily in, stretching her to fit with no fuss or bother. Once I was solidly in place I saw her blink and her gaze moved from where things had been happening to my face. I smiled at her and she smiled back, looking smug and pleased with herself.

"You may find it more comfortable if you wrap your legs around me," I told her.

Hesitantly she did so, her legs curling around mine. Not satisfied she lifted them higher, circling the top of my legs. I didn't say anything, just waiting. She considered for a moment and, deciding she wasn't satisfied, adjusted her legs yet again with them now circling my waist, holding me tight.

"Very good," I purred softly, seeing her flush with pleasure. "Now all you have to do is move with me."

Doesn't sound much, does it. Just move with me. She simply nodded and I commenced.

I pulled back and returned nicely and firmly. She didn't move at that point but she did get a surprised look on her face. She already had a look of arousal; with a few more strokes lustful passion was also showing. It was on about the third stroke that she finally caught on to the movement, finally lifting her hips to meet my thrust.

We fell into a natural rhythm almost from the word go, both of us just seeming to meet the other's requirements with a minimum of fuss, bodies coming together with the ease of long practice. 

She wasn't backward about letting me know her feelings. Almost from the word go it was, "Yes, yes, yes," and "Oh, god, what are you doing to me?" and "Don't stop. Don't ever stop." She was the most enthusiastic virgin I'd ever come across. (Truth be told, she was the only virgin I'd ever initiated, but I'm sure you know what I mean.)

My hands were at her breasts while I trailed butterfly kisses over her face and throat. (Mindful of Paw's restrictions I didn't put her in a position where she would find herself kissing me.) She was clinging to me, pleading for more and I was doing my best to meet her need.

It became pretty obvious to me that I was going to climax fairly soon and Cindi-Lou seemed to be just getting warmed up. Maybe I should have had more foreplay, getting her aroused to a higher state before taking her. Too late now. The only thing left for me to do was cheat. 

I slid a hand down between our bodies, letting a finger slip inside her. I don't think she even noticed what I was doing, she was so enthusiastically bouncing under me. I started driving in harder and at the same time I lightly flicked against her clitoris. The little flicks sent shivers through her hood, invoking powerful sensations in her clitoris. 

She screamed and climaxed, totally out of control. She gave just a great spasm when her climax hit that she damn near broke my finger. She also clamped very firmly around my cock, which very neatly triggered my own climax, spilling my seed while she shuddered and gasped.

For a few moments we both just lay there, panting. She was the first to break the silence.

"That was interesting," she said. "I see now why Sally-Ann seems to run so slowly when Ben chases her."

"Pleased I am to have been of service," I murmured and she flashed me a quick smile.

"Speaking of being of service," she said, "I'm supposed to be directing you to Frenchies. That means I'd better get dressed."

I fished in the glove box and found a packet of wet tissues. Very useful things, I've found them. I passed them to her.

"Tell me, has your father any strictures about you getting dressed in front of a man?" I asked.

"No," she said. "Just undressed. Why?"

"In that case I will watch you while you dress. I enjoy looking at you."

She blushed and ignored me while she scrambled into her clothes. It seemed to me that with the minimum of clothing she had it took her a long time before she was finally dressed. Then, neatly attired, she sat demurely in the passenger's seat, directing me to Frenchies.

It turns out that the proper way to approach Frenchies was from the other side of the lake. If I'd driven around the lake I'd have had no problems. Still, I'm satisfied that I was able to get there with no real problems.

I settled into my cabin, remembering to pay Cindi-Lou her ten dollars for directing me there. 

"Just hide it from your brother," I told her. 

She just grinned and tucked it into her bra. 

"Safe as houses," she said, patting her breast. "Paw would kill him if he tried to get it from there."

Before she left I pointed out that what with me being a stranger and all I should really hire a guide to show me around. If she wasn't too busy, how about returning the next day? 

She smiled again, nodding. A very contagious smile that young woman had and she wasn't afraid of letting it loose. I could see an interesting weekend of fishing ahead of me.

Hillbilly Hospitality



Brad had been driving for almost eighteen hours straight, and it hadn't stopped raining for one minute. His GPS had routed him thru a region of Appalachia that was eerily remote. Several times he had been forced to skirt around large boulders that had been washed down the steep cuts in the mountains. 

Although it was just past noon, visibility wasn't good and he was forced to drive more slowly than he really cared to. Rounding a sharp curve on the side of a mountain he came up behind a stalled truck. Not sure he could get around it; he was forced to stop behind it.

Even before he could get out of his car, the truck door opened and a slender woman wearing jeans and a very wet blouse ran up to the passenger side door, opened it, and slid in. Actually, even as disheveled as she was she was beautiful. 

Almost panting she explained that she'd run out of gas and asked if I could take she and her companion a few miles down the road to her place. Fortunately Brad always kept a spare can of gas in his trunk. 

Offering to give it to her, he told her to stay in the car while he got her truck started. Having emptied the can, he went to the driver's side of the truck and slid in. 

Inside there was another woman, younger, perhaps than the lady sitting in his car, but this girl was petite and wearing a blouse that outlined breasts, obviously unencumbered with a bra. Her roan colored hair was tied back in a pony tail. She didn't say anything, but just stared at him as he started the truck. Once started he got out and went back to his car.

By now, he too was soaking wet, and sliding behind the wheel, told the woman he had it running and ready to go. 

"Follow me. I live just about two miles up the road," she began, "And Kelly's creek up ahead is over flowing, the bridge is probably washed out by now anyway, so you wont be able to get very far on this road. You might as well stop in for a meal and a drink." 

Without even giving him a moment to think it over, she slid out and ran to her truck. Moving out, he followed close behind.

Almost two miles down the road, she turned off, and he followed her onto a gravel road. A short distance into the woods, they stopped at a rather ramshackle barn next to a fairly decent looking house. Parking the truck the two women ran up to the house and stood on the front porch waiting.

He shivered. Though it wasn't really cold, he was sopping wet and with the rain coming down in sheets he was already uncomfortably wet and his teeth were chattering. The three of them went into the house. A fire was going and the room was filled with that smoky smell fireplaces always seem to impart to a room.

He saw another young woman standing in the kitchen. The older woman, impatiently stared at her and snapped, "Get us some towels Daisy then pour us a drink, we'll catch our death of a cold if we don't dry off and get warmed up. Now don't just be standing there staring. He's our guest. Now git a move on!"

Reluctantly she left the room and returned with towels, then poured three drinks from an old fashioned, corked jug. 

The woman whose house it was, now walked to the fireplace and with no pretense of being shy, began to unbutton her wet blouse. Brad stared as her breasts teasingly began to peek out. 

"God it's miserable out. It's been raining like this for damn near five days steady and I had to make a run this morning. All the gas stations are closed and I was damn lucky you came along." 

He just nodded and asked. 

"Make a run? What could be so important that you would go out in weather like this?"

She grinned and sort of whispered. "This county's dry and ...well I guess I had the last store of moonshine in the area. I kept the still working until the creek got too high. Anyway I got a good price for it. Too good a chance to make some good money so I couldn't pass it up, ya know what I mean?"

"Oh," she went on, this here is Ellie, she's Daisy's cousin and I'm Lucy, Lucy McAllester. Daisy's my kid. What's your name?"

"Brad Madison, he replied, I'm just passing thru on my way to upstate New York. I'm going to open up another massage parlor up there. It'll be my third. But I'm running late because of this rain."

She nodded and moved nearer to the fire place. Almost as if no one else were in the room, she pulled the open blouse out from her jeans and slowly turned. Modesty wasn't something that seemed to care about. 

The manner in which she took it off was deliberately suggestive. Almost like a strip tease might be performed. She stood between Brad and the fire place with her back to the fire. And with her body outlined by the flickering flames, she put her hands beneath her breasts and held them up, sort of thrusting her breasts forward. 

He stared. Two of the most firm, supple breasts he had seen in a long time were suddenly within reaching distance. Her nipples were already erect, probably from the chill of the rain. The dark pink points proudly protruded, almost as if inviting his touch or for that matter, his mouth.

Small darker areoles surrounding them, were peppered with a profuse pattern of small bumps. His mouth flooded with saliva as one might do when anticipating a delicious meal.

She saw him staring and placing her hands under them she sort of bounced them in her palms. "Like em," she asked. "Pretty perky for a thirty seven year old mom, don't you think?"

All he could do was nod and muster a low, "yeah, oh yeah, beautiful." Then raising the glass to his mouth he took a large gulp. The clear liquid left him breathless as well as speechless. 

She went on. "Daisy got a pair just like mine. Probably got um from me. But I guess they ain't gonna get quite up to where mine are. She's already twenty one and probably all developed. but just as perky and sensitive as mine. And what you see is all mine." 

Brad looked and concluded that from what he could judge, that would make her, Daisy, about a small C. This woman was obviously a large C, and yes, they were real all right.

On impulse he asked about Ellie and Daisy. How old are they? Both of age, twenty one, but I only know about Daisy. Ellie says she's experienced around men but I don't really know.

She paused for a moment as if thinking before again bragging. "Daisy's still sort of a virgin ya know. I mean she ain't never been ridden, but.... Well she and Ellie are kissin cousins, if you get my drift. Round here men are scarce. And we all kinda take care of each other."

He was having a difficult time trying to grasp what he was being told, and lifting the glass, slowly took another swig. Here was a woman, nude from the waist up, telling him about her lesbian or possibly bi daughter and her cousin and god knows what else.

Feeling a bit daring he asked: "And where is your husband? How does he feel about this?"

She chuckled and smiling at him, before going on. "He took off a couple of years back. Ain't no jobs around here, so almost all of the men left for the cities. I make out keeping the still working but ya know, we girls need lovin just as much as men. Maybe even more. I been promising Daisy and Ellie that when a good man showed up we'd sort of share and maybe, well...... you know."

She left it at that. Brad suspected what she was hinting at and was beginning to have mixed feelings about staying for supper. 

Perhaps if he headed back the way he had come, he could bypass the flooded area and get back onto a main road.

Pausing for a moment she went on. "Anyhow, the way the two of um are ogling you, maybe you'd like to.......ya know, be their first, though Ellie had a beau last year and claims for her twenty first birthday she got laid."

Combine that with the strong drink, he was definitely finding it difficult to catch his breath. Backing up a bit, he sat down on the couch. Slowly turning his head he surveyed the three of them. 

Daisy was sitting on an over stuffed chair, her knees drawn up and her hand nestled between her thighs. She was wearing a cheap sort of flowery blouse that was open half way down to her navel. Obviously a size too small, it was outlining her breasts, leaving nothing to the imagination. It was tucked into a pair of very tight denim shorts.

She was slowly moving her fingers up and down the seam at her crotch, letting her nails scratch at the taunt material. Although a faded blue, a spreading dark wet spot was becoming more visible as she continued to rake her nails across the fold in the fabric.

Daisy's hair was true blond and woven into two pigtails that hung forward over her shoulders. She hadn't said a word since coming back with the towels, but was staring intently at him, almost as if looking thru him. 

Brad never really was into exercising, but at six feet one he held his weight at 190 pounds and he was rather proud of the way his abs had that flat washboard appearance. His glutes were firm and his waist narrow. He could still brag wearing a 34inch belt. Couple that with blue eyes and sandy hair he was really quite a handsome young man.

Daisy's head slowly turned from Brad to her mother as if asking a question with her eyes.

Brad avoided eye contact with the mother and daughter and watched her cousin, Ellie, approach with the jug and refilled the glasses. 

Ellie was equally as attractive as Lucy and her daughter, lithe and supple; her auburn hair was fastened into two ponytails that just managed to reach her shoulders. Returning to her chair in the corner, she was watching the three of us, almost as if watching some rehearsed drama play out.

Daisy's hand left her crotch and move up, enough to open the top of her shorts allowing enough room for her hand snaked inside, He watched as her tiny hand moved down over her abdomen, finally coming to rest over her pussy. 

Brad couldn't avoid staring as she began to move her hand more vigorously up and down, sometimes pausing for a moment before beginning again. Her face had flushed and she was taking shallow quick gasps when Lucy broke the silence.

"Gawd girl, finish it in the barn. Take Ellie with you and play with your "rabbit" out there. Brad and I have something to talk about in private, and I don't want to see you two, until supper time. 

With pouted lips, Daisy swung her legs down and stood. Ellie slowly got up and followed her cousin first to her bedroom, than out to the barn.

Smiling at Brad, Lucy came over and sat next to him. Still nude from the waist up she twisted her body so her breast rubbed against his arm and whispered in a low voice, "So your one of those Masseuse guys. You give massages or just own the places? I mean I never had anything like that, you know a professional massage. I've had this kink in my back just tad above my butt for days. You think you could do anything for it? One of them massages might help. Wanna give me one?"

Ever since she had moved over to sit next to him, Brad had been having a bit of a problem trying to ignore the soft warm breast that she kept rubbing against his bare arm.

Then in a low husky voice she asked: "How do we do it. I mean this massage thing. I mean you massaging me and all. In my bedroom?"

"I can do it right here on the dining room table if you want. It's about the right height. You can just cover it with a blanket and lay on your tummy, he suggested."

"Naw," she began, "kids may come back and I don't want to be bothered with them right now."

She took the jug of moonshine and led him into her bedroom. She began to get undressed before Brad could stop her. 

"No need to do that Lucy, It's just your lower back and shoulders we need to work on. Your fine just the way you are." 

Ignoring him, she continued to wiggle out of her jeans and took her panties off. Brad stared. For a country girl she sure kept herself in good shape. Her pussy was well trimmed and almost appeared to have been shorn. A brief glance had revealed soft mounds of pink divided by a fine cleft which gave the appearance of a much younger woman, possibly a girl just past puberty. Her waist was tiny which accented her hips and buttocks.

As she crawled up on the bed, Brad took a sip from his glass. It seemed a bit more palatable and he came to the slow realization that he was getting a bit drunk. He gasped and with watery eyes watched as she twisted around questioningly. 

"Like that?" She asked. 

He wasn't sure what she was asking about, the drink or her body. 

"Wow. Oh my god that's potent," he managed to gasp.

"Take a good swig," she urged. 

Another gulp and Brad began to feel a warm flush. With his third gulp, finished it and set the glass down. By now Lucy was positioned on the bed. But on her back. Not exactly what he had in mind. 

"Roll over onto your tummy," he directed. 

"Oh, she smiled, "you don't want me on my back?"

Feeling a bit loopy by now he nodded and went on. "Just lie on your stomach and put a towel over your back side."

Fortunately she had a bottle of baby oil on the night stand and he reached for it. Not wanting to get oil on his shirt he took it off and hung it on a chair before pouring a small puddle of the slippery oil on the center of her back. He began.

He worked his fingers across the nape of her neck, and across her shoulders. Slowly working his way down. She began to breath with short shallow gasps and moan.

As he moved his slippery hands lower he began to massage the hollow of her back just above her butt. She began rocking her hips back and forth. 

He had intended to stop at that point. Anyway the towel was placed so he couldn't move lower without exposing the soft mounds of her buttocks. The decision wasn't his. She twisted her head and gasped.

"Go on. That's fantastic. Do lower, Brad."

Inhibitions had vanished with the last swallow of moonshine, and he slid the towel down until it lay bunched and resting just over her knees. 

His warm hands moved on downward. The cheeks of her ass were firm, well rounded, and as smooth as a baby's skin. He began kneading each cheek, rubbing the oil firmly across the pale globes. She continued to rock her hips but now seemed to be grinding her groin into the beddings. 

Her legs spread almost imperceptivity apart. Seeming to invite him to be more daring. Perhaps it was accidental, or perhaps the drink was getting to him, but he let his index finger follow the cleft of her ass down deeply until the tip of his finger was gliding back and forth over the tan puckered star, hiding within. 

She let out a gasp. "Yessss, she hissed, oh yesss that feels so good. Put it in. I'd like that. Do that for me please?"

Again a question ran thru his mind. "my finger or......?"

She began tensing the cheeks of her ass as he continued to stroke the clenched valley of her butt. He Paused, before daring to act, then slowly inserted his finger into the puckered opening, she moaned aloud.

"Yeah, oh yeah like that. Do more like that. Oh god I'm getting hot sweety, do more!"

Some things are instinctive and Brad was aroused too. He kept his oily finger just inside the tight ring gripping him and began to slowly turn it back and forth, now move it in and out, and twisting it as if searching for something. Lucy went crazy. Pressing her knees down she lifted her hips up, urging him on. He slid a second finger in along his first and she let out a long gasp as if holding her breath.

By now Blake had lost what remained of his shyness. His cock was swelling as he listened to the woman moaning. Suddenly she twisted around and lay on her back. The towel was lost on the floor, his fingers pulled out with a sucking sound, and lifting her head she gasped. 

"Don't stop! Do more! I want more!"

Wiping his hands off, he reached for the oil and drizzled another puddle between her breasts and began. Starting at her shoulders, his fingers worked around her throat, across the tops of her breasts and then lower. Soon each hand held one of her firm breasts and his fingers began kneading the pink globes.

His palms softly brushed over erect nipples and his fingers worked back and forth, arousing the already firm pink points, urging them to swell even more. She squealed.

Keeping his right hand on her left breast he continued to roll her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Then on impulse, he leaned over, opened his mouth, and placed it over her other nipple. Gingerly he sucked it.

Opening her mouth she began panting rapidly. Almost imperceptivly the shallow breaths began to form words. "Unh, unh, oooh yes, yes, unh unnnnnnnh yeah."

Her arms flailed. Sometimes beating the bed and sometimes clutching at his head. Suddenly she found his cock, and clutching it thru the fabric of his slacks, she gasped. "Gimmee it! Take them off. I want it darlin. I want to hold it!"

They both had lost what control they might have had. Lucy began frantically ripping at his belt and once released, slid the zipper down. His slacks dropped as her fingers found the waist of his shorts and tugged. 

Her warm hand clutched greedily at his hard shaft and she seemed to purr. "Yeah, oh god yeah. It's so thick and hot. Oh my god your body is beautiful, Brad. Oh my gosh, your so big and thick." 

Lucy now drew him to the head of her bed as he continued to massage her body. His hands moved methodically lower. Across her abdomen and still lower. She took a deep breath and waited. When his hands began to massage the inner surfaces of her thighs she began to slide her fingers up and down the length of his erection.

His fingers began to dance across the soft mounds of her vulva and his middle finger slid between the soft folds. She let out a gasp and holding her breath, waited.

His fingers no longer needed lubrication. Lucy was contracting and exuding a stream of slippery liquid. It began to run down the lower part of her vulva and coated the insides of her thighs. His fingers smeared the slippery fluid from well below her pussy, up to the hard pearl that now began to peek out from its sheath. 

His excitement grew as she continued to work her hand up and down his cock, and now he daringly inserted two fingers deep within her vagina. Resting his palm on one side of her pussy, he began to caress her G spot with two fingers curled deep within, while letting his thumb wobble rapidly back and forth across the surface of her swollen clit.

As the room filled with the salacious sound of his fingers plunging in and out, she suddenly let out a long gasp and sobbed aloud.

"I'm gonna..... Brad? Brad it's starting. Do more! Faster! Oh god it feels so good. Baby I wanna cum!"

He had no intention of letting that happen. Not yet at least. He drew his two fingers out of her wet opening and brought them to his lips. She stared at him as he sucked each. She seemed mesmerized by what she was watching. 

Regaining her composure, she growled. "Eat me! Suck me, not your fingers. Go down on me. Oh god I want to feel your mouth on my cunt."

Leaning across her body he moved his mouth to her pussy. Hovering just above, he puffed his hot breath on the swollen cleft. His hands crept to either side of his mouth and he parted the soft mounds as he thrust his tongue down deep. Alternating between flicking the tip of his tongue deep inside the glistening membranes, and drawing his tongue along the darker inner lips of her pussy she began to respond.

He paused momentarily. The humid fragrance of this woman wafted up, filling his nostrils and he thought, "How like the warm smell of a baby's breath she is."

Lucy was frantically jerking his cock and trying to capture it with her mouth. When he put his pursed lips around her clit, she was lost. She couldn't do anything but ride the waves of sensations. Unable to concentrate on anything else she moaned aloud. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming. Yeah, oooh yeah, I am baby. Unnnnnhhhh unnnnnnnnnhhhh. Yeah. It's close."





Hillbilly Hospitality



The muscles of her abdomen began to ripple as she convulsed. He fought to keep his mouth fastened to her clit. It had actually begun to pulsate, moving in and out of his sucking lips. 

Drawing her heels up, she heaved her hips up, arched her back and slapped her hands down hard on the top of his head and screamed. 

"Yeaaaaaa, Doin it! Cumming hard. Cumming, oh God I'm cumming hard baby."

At that instant Brad felt a warm flood of viscose fluid wash over his mouth and run down his chin. She was spent.

He lifted up and turned. She lay panting on the bed and just stared at him. Regaining her breath she lifted up and gasped. "How did you do that? Oh god that was too much. I never dreamed...... Oh god you're so fucking good."

She patted the bed next to her and almost pleaded. "Lay here and let me do you. I want that cock to explode just like I did. Come on let me have it Brad. Let me suck that cock and show you how good I can be to you."

Suddenly there was a soft rustling in the hallway. Lucy pulled her self up and sat on the edge of the bed. Brad turned towards the doorway and stared. Daisy and Ellie were leaning against the hallway wall just outside the door. Ellie had her hand inside her jeans and Daisy was just standing there staring with her mouth open.

"Ma. Oh god Ma, I never seen anything like that before. Ma? Did he cum fer ya? Did you make him cum? Oh Ma I want him too. You promised."

Lucy looked at Brad and smiled. "Know what? I think the three of us are gonna do you darlin. I can't let them suffer like this and hell, you ain't cum yet. This is the perfect time. Look at that big stiff cock there, just waitin for someone to give it some good old country lovin. 

Ellie and Daisy didn't wait. Even before they got in the room, clothes were being tossed aside. 

Brad, half looped and standing there with his cock swaying back and forth, was quickly pushed back onto the bed. Lucy had Daisy sit on one side while she had Ellie sit on his other side. 

She then moved to the bottom of the bed and bowing her head, began to slowly draw her tongue up from his balls to the top of its dusty purple head. Clutching the base of his cock she tilted it up and began bobbing her head up and down forcing it deep down her throat. 

Reluctantly she pulled off and let her daughter take her place. Daisy was quick to learn but Lucy was ever the mother, and quick to instruct. "Like this darlin, Take him deep and suck hard. Then pull yer head up and sort of try to swallow. Just try not to gag. Ellie, you next, ok?"

Within the next five minutes each of the young women took turns when finally Lucy became frustrated. "Ain't ya ever gonna shoot? Her let me jerk you off in their mouths. Stand up while I have them get down and wait for it. Just tell us when you're ready."

Each took their position. Ellie and Daisy knelt at his feet, staring at the stiff shaft wavering before them as Lucy crouched next to him and began rapidly slide her fingers up and down the length of his alabaster shaft. Perhaps two minutes later he began to tremble.

"Gonna cum Lucy. Lucy? Lucy here it comes. Take it. Gonna Shoot baby. Take it now!" 

Daisy took the first jet. It spew directly into her open mouth. Ellie was quick to yank his cock from Lucy's hand and direct it to her own lips. Pressing her face forward she took him deep, almost nestled her nose against his pelvis. 

As he continued to spurt streams of the thick fluid, the girls frantically alternated, sharing the pulsating jets of sperm, as they moved his cock from one to the others mouth. 

Lucy watched and waited. As the jets waned, she twisted her head, and thrust it into her own mouth, and running her thumb up from his balls to her lower lip, draining him completely. 

Standing now, she motioned him to the bed. Confused, he sat down on the edge. She pushed him down and motioned to Daisy to come over, and chortled, "If you wanna get fucked, keep him hard. Go ahead and keep him hot."

Then looking at Ellie, she directed, "while we get him ready, why don't you straddle his head and let him do you?"

Brad lay on his back. Ellie squatted over his face and lowered her shaven pussy to his lips. He lifted his hands and cupped her small breasts in his palms, while allowing his spread fingers to trap the girl's hard nipples between, and brought his fingers together, clamping them tightly. Ellie took a deep breath and moaned.

Just as with Lucy, he was reminded of an infant's breath. The fragrance of a woman in heat. As the young woman pressed her splayed pussy firmly against his open mouth he stabbed at her tiny clit with the tip of his tongue. Finding it, he pressed its sheath back with his tongue, forcing it out. This girl was different. She wasn't nearly as noisy as Lucy, but she responded quickly. 

As she neared her end, she began to hunch forward and backward, as if fucking his mouth. Suddenly she sobbed. "Yeah, unh, unh, unh. I am. YES, OOH YES, I AM"

Perhaps the realization that she was cumming in his mouth did it. He was never really sure, but suddenly he was harder than ever. 

With a brief squeal, Ellie finished and rolled off, dislodging her pussy with a sucking smacking sound she lay at his side panting. Looking down he watched Daisy still bobbing her head up and down as her mother continued to gently roll his balls in her palm. 

Lucy looked up at Brad, than back at Ellie. "Done baby," she asked. Ellie nodded and looking back at Brad asked the same question. You ready sweetie. Daisy's anxious. You're going to be her first so let's make it good." 

With that, the young woman looked at Lucy questionly. Lucy nodded and whispered, "On your back honey. I'll help him. Don't you fret none. It's going to feel real good."

Brad swung his legs to the side and moved to the foot of the bed. Daisy lay next to Ellie and sort of pushed her to one side. 

Ever the director, Lucy positioned her daughter and had her lay with her ass at the very edge of the bed. Brad moved to stand between her legs and the girl spread wide and lifted her feet high. 

Anxiously Daisy reached down and using the fingers of both hands parted the soft mounds of her vulva... The warm glistening envelope presented the already distended portal to her vagina.

Lucy stood by his side and taking his dick in hand, began to slide its head up and down the exposed gash. She fondled the turgid shaft, as she smeared the clear pre-cum along her glistening membranes. Pausing, she pressed down and directed its head to the flared opening. Now putting her hand on Brad's ass she pushed him forward.

Ellie had moved down to watch and now knelt at her cousin's side. Slowly Brad shifted his hips forward and began to enter the dilated opening. Daisy's hands pulled away and she rested them on her breasts, clutching at her nipples as Brad, ever so slowly moved his thick cock in and it began to vanish.

Almost tauntingly he moved in a fraction, and drew out. Again he moved in a bit further before withdrawing it. By now Daisy had begun to hold her breath. Still further in he moved and now her vulva was clinging to his cock, almost as if trying to clench it hotly and keep it from drawing out.

By now Brad was almost entirely within the tight confines of her pussy and still he continued to slowly move in and out. Now it was became clearly visible. The lining of her tiny sheath was clasping his thick cock and following it in and out. A smear of her viscose wetness coated his bloated dick and seemed to shine in the dim light. 

Lucy took the girls legs and placed them on Brad's shoulders and moved up to her daughter's side. Bowing her head she opened her mouth wide and suckled the girl. 

"Ma, Oh Ma, it's good. Make him go faster. Make him fuck me more Ma. I want to feel him deep."

Hearing this, Brad needed no further encouragement. His hips swiveled back and forth like a frenzied metronome. Moving in and out, in and out, thrusting then drawing back only to plunge back in deeper than before. 

Almost as if surprised, Daisy let out a squeal. "Ohhh my god. Oh Ma, It's starting. Ma oh it's happening. I'm gonna do it. I'm being fucked by him so good. DON'T LET HIM STOP, MA, DON'T LET HIM STOP. IT'S, IT'S,...... MA?..... MA, ....I'M CUMMING!"

She was tight and very, very, wet. She coated his balls and thighs with her slippery secretion. It was quickly being churned into a thick creamy collar that formed at the base of his shaft. 

How like her mother, he thought, so wet and tight. Daisy wasn't easy to satisfy. Not nearly so easy as Ellie, and she continued to contract hotly around his plunging shaft.

Seconds later she opened her mouth and gasped to her mother. Ma? Ma, I am, I'm a cummin again ma. I'm bein fucked and I'm really cummin more, ma. Oh god it's so good. Oh yeah I love it this way."

Ellie stared, open mouthed at the plunging piston that was driving in and out of her cousin's cunt and gasped. "Oh my god. Look at that. Look at her pussy Aunt Lucy, her clit is sticking out so far and it's all covered with wet stuff."

The muscles of Daisy's abdomen seemed to ripple as she arched her back, lifting her ass off the bed; she supported herself, spanning her ridged body between Brad's shoulders and the mattress.

Long seconds past as she gurgled deep in her throat and the room echoed with the sounds of his plunging shaft. A soft... slurp, slurp, slurp, seemed to drown out the low moaning sounds Daisy was making.

The instant she collapsed, Brad's shaft was released and sprang up as if spring loaded splattering its wet coating across Daisy's body. Ellie and her Aunt stared at the turgid rod.

Almost as if in a race, both women reached out for it. Ellie looked at her aunt almost pleadingly and whimpered questionly, "Me?"

A look of frustration flashed across Lucy's face before she nodded, yes. And as quickly, Ellie took her place next to Daisy, but this time kneeling on the edge of the bed. She small tight ass wavered invitingly as Brad moved slightly to his left.

Grasping its base, he had to force it down before trying to enter the young woman's pussy. As a male dog might try to mount a bitch in heat, he hunched his shaft back and forth. What he succeeded in doing was only to smear the remainder of Daisy's creamy cum back and forth within the channel between Ellie's puffy labia.

Frantically Ellie supported herself on one hand and reaching between her thighs grabbed his cock and directed it into the hot sheath of her cunt. He thrust deep and hard. She was almost lifted up as the long thick piston drove deep. 

She bit her lower lip and rocked back. No longer able to restrain himself, he grasped her hips and drawing her back, as he began to thrust his rigid shaft deep into her flared vaginal sheath. Again the soft pronounced sounds began. Shush- pat, shush- pat, shush-pat began, as again his cock churned in and out. His heavy balls swung back and forth adding a soft slapping noise to the cacophony of sounds they were making.

Now Brad was having difficulty holding off. This young woman was doing something he didn't expect. She was clamping down hard on his shaft, deliberately constricting her vaginal walls and increasing the sensations on the rim of his cock's head.

He held off as long as possible, trying not to concentrate on the sensations, but when she began to orgasm, she began to chant and he couldn't ignore it any longer.

"GIMMEE it Brad! I'm cumming! Give it to me deep. Yeah, oh yeah, just like that. I need to feel you cum in me. Do it Brad, shoot for me. Fill me up. Oh god please cum with me. NOW! GIMMEE IT NOW!"

He was helpless to hold back. Suddenly he thrust one last time, and holding his pulsating cock deep, he began to ejaculate, spewing his sperm deep inside her contracting vaginal cavity. It was almost as if her body were drinking him. Sucking him into her deepest recesses as if devouring him.

As it ended, Ellie let her arms fold and she slumped down. Her knees were locked and her ass was still held high as he continued to pump his cum into her young body. Finally he finished and began to withdraw. Lucy had watched. Fascinated by what had happened, she moved to his side, watching, as he slowly drew his glistening cock out.

Ellie was still contracting, forcing thick milky globules of his semen to slowly ooze out and slump down to the bedding. 

Having satisfied the two young women, Lucy suggested a break, and leaving the room for a moment, soon returned with three glasses of elderberry wine. Or what she considered to be elderberry wine. It was obviously moonshine laced with just a bit of the darker colored liquid. 

Blake still hadn't fully recovered from the two earlier drinks, and soon the warm liquid again took hold. If he had had any remnants of inhibitions, they soon vanished.

Looking at the two girls sitting on the edge of the bed she smiled and spoke. 

"Let's see what my two young ladies have learned. A little test of sorts. Let's see you get him up again. Ya don't wanna have your Lucy left out do you all?"

Hungrily the two girls dropped to their knees. Brad now was leaning against the wall next to the doorway as the girls began.

He looked down and with a bemused smile on his face, thought to himself. "It's so strange. What is it about a female needing to have a cock in her mouth? Is it some sort of pacifier or is it a need to feel it grow and swell, realizing that they have the ability to arouse a man?"

Perhaps he was being too casual or maybe it was the excessive drinking, but he supported himself against the wall and nonchalantly sipped the amber liquid as if uninterested in the attention the two girls were giving him. 

It took longer than usual for him to begin to respond, but by taking turns, the girls succeeded in bringing his waning shaft back to life.

Lucy had been sitting on the edge of the bed watching the two girls bobbing their heads up and down while listening to the occasional slurping sounds as one or the other would pull off the thickening shaft. 

When the girls finally moved to the side and held his shaft proudly up, Ellie turned and panted, "Aunt Lucy, I think he's ready for you."

She looked at what the two had accomplished then, with a crooked finger, beaconed Brad to come to her.

Rocking off the wall, he handed his glass to Daisy and slowly walked the short distance to where Lucy sat. She laid back and smiled. What she had so long waited for was going to be hers. 

Apparently the two younger girls knew exactly what to do. Years of practice by the three women gave testament to their lesbian preferences. Daisy straddled her mother, and slowly lowered her smooth labia to her mouth. Ellie leaned across her breasts and drew the two orbs together so she could suckle first one than the other.

Lucy had lifted her legs high and held them wide, causing the puffy labia to part. Glancing down Brad saw her pussy, poised and waiting. Perhaps two hours earlier he had tasted her sweet wetness but now the sapid fluid slowly seeping out would serve another purpose. Not to quench his thirst, but to give lubrication to the throbbing purse of her body.

He couldn't see her face. Her daughters body was in the way, but he knew of her excitement. The way she trembled and her body shuddered as he began to brush his cock's head up and down the invitingly exposed hot membranes of her pussy gave her away. 

Holding his dick down, he teased the flexing opening. It was moving almost as if throwing kisses to some unseen lover. And he moved to fill the pulsating opening.

Though her mouth was pressed firmly against Daisy's cunt, he heard the soft muffled moan as she took him in. Brad felt the hot slippery sheath, close tightly around his cock. Her body seemed to roll up and welcome his thick, long member as it moved deeper and deeper. 

To lend support, he moved his forearms around the outsides of her lean thighs and clasped his hands atop them, pulling her onto his cock. Looking down he marveled at how well they knew each other. 

Lucy's nipples were responding beautifully to Ellie's torment. Almost harshly Ellie was pinching and squeezing one nipple, pulling and rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. At the same time, her teeth were raking up and down the other erect point of sensation. They had become some sort of channel of erotic sensations connected them with her pulsating pussy.

As Brad moved deeper, he met resistance. The soft head of his rigid shaft was nudging her cervix and seemed to slide across its convex surface. Slowly it pulled back, drawing in, and giving him just enough space to completely fill her tight vagina.

He had hardly begun to methodically move his cock in and out when Daisy began to orgasm into her mothers mouth. Suddenly Lucy's legs shot up and wrapped around Brads neck. 

With his hands now free, he leaned forward and reaching around Daisy, caught her small breasts and squeezed hard, trapping her nipples. She bucked up and cried out.

"Ma? Ma? Suck me! Ma suck me hard! I'm cummmmmminnnnn." 

At that same instant Lucy gasped. "Baby, me too. I'm cummin to. He's fucking me so deep I can't stop it. I don't wanna stop it. Gimmeee it Brad, fill me up. I need it baby, fuck me full of cum. Yeah, give it! GIVE IT UP! SHOOT IT IN ME!"

By now Lucy was rolling her body like a serpent. First she heaved her breasts up, then her abdomen and lastly she shoved her pelvis high, forcing him in deeper. And yet Brad kept stabbing his shaft in and out creating those salacious wet sounds as he whipped her oozing fluids to a creamy froth.

She collapsed before he could completely finish and pulling free, his cock sprang up and spurt after spurt of creamy cum shot high and splattered over Ellie's face and across Lucy's tummy. Mother and daughter had been satisfied. 

The rain stopped that morning, but the road wasn't cleared for another four days. Brad had to admit that although he was anxious to get on with his trip, he certainly did enjoy hillbilly hospitality.