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First Time Fun

By: gothic_noir



The summer was coming to an end, which meant a new part of my life was nearing. I was accepted at a college in New Hampshire. I was a bit apprehensive of moving so far from home. I've lived in a small town in North Dakota all my life and have only gone to surrounding towns near me. 

The thought of the unfamiliar excited me but at the same time made me feel sick with worry, as well as the rigorous demands of going to college for the first time. High school wasn't an easy thing for me at all. I'm a shy, introvert to say the least. 

I have an average look, nothing special, brownish blond hair, green eyes, thin, and about 6 feet tall. People have told me I have feminine features which make me appear to be a lot younger than I really am. I turned 19 last month but I still look to be no more than 16 years old. I don't like most things about me and I suppose that's why I have never had a girlfriend or even many friends. 

The prospect of going to college had me hoping maybe things would be different for me. I knew I wasn't going to be popular or anything but to make a good friend would be a really nice change for me. I spent most of my time alone, being an only child with parents that both worked long hours, I was used to it. I learned at an early age to entertain myself. 

As I got older all those feelings of wanting to be sexual with someone grew to become that which plagued my mind most of the time and I spent countless hours entertaining the idea of how it would be to actually interact with someone in an intimate setting.

This made me feel intensely horny all the time. I would masturbate several times a day. Sometimes while in school, I'd have to go to the restroom to relieve myself. My penis would always be erect and hard to hide. I dreaded going to gym the most, getting undressed with others around me, and seeing other guys nude always made me feel flushed. 

I would feel an erection starting and would need to rush to the restrooms before anyone noticed. A few times, some of the guys would see my semi-erect penis and me rushing off, which made me want to die with embarrassment and fear that they'd think I was gay and become the joke of the school. In a small town this was the worse thing that could happen to a shy guy like me.....especially because I was never seen with a girlfriend.

Some times I'd try to get out of showering but normally I would have to and that was the worse. Seeing all those boys washing themselves, especially their dicks made me instantly aroused. I would try to think of anything to get my mind off of my own dick. For a long time I thought for sure I was gay because of the effect other guys had on me on a daily basis. 

My only course of action to prevent this when showering was to masturbate during lunch break in the restroom so that hopefully I would be OK during my showers. Sometimes this would work. If not I would quickly turn the hot water off, shocking myself to think of the ice cold water all over my body. 

The night before I was to catch the train to college, my mom and dad made a nice dinner for me. They handed me a box wrapped in blue paper and a green ribbon. They both smiled and told me to open it. It was a laptop for school. My mom said, "I think this will come in handy at school." I thanked both of them. She came over to give me a hug with tears in her eyes, she whispered, "I'm going to miss you so much". 

My dad came over to hug me too and gave me a squeeze, I suppose to take the place of words. I got a lump in my throat and didn't know what to say. A numbness came over me as I thought about not seeing them for such a long time. 

That night I laid in my bed not able to sleep for a long time. The more I told myself I needed to get some sleep the harder it was for me to fall asleep. I tossed and turned for awhile and thought maybe if I have a wank I'll be able to fall asleep but even that wasn't the same. I felt the urge but it wasn't enough. I needed to pee really badly too. 

Sometimes I'd pee on myself in the shower before I masturbated, this usually would make me cum really quickly but I knew I couldn't wash up after or my parents would hear the shower and wake-up. Then I heard my mom's voice and knew they were still awake. I thought if I did do this now, I could just say I couldn't sleep and felt sticky. Anything was better than laying here staring at my ceiling.

I put on my shorts and went to the bathroom. I got in the shower and laid down naked in the tub. My penis was stiff and I stroked it a few times, trying to concentrate on letting my piss out. I felt it start to come and held my cock as I waited to feel that warmth of my pee shooting all over me. There's nothing like this feeling, it made me feel so good and extremely hot. The first spray came out like a spurt, then it became a steady stream. It splashed on my chin and neck. I sat up a bit to let it splash on my face and hair. 

Just then my mom swung the door open and asked if everything was OK. The shocked look on her face was probably not as horrifing as the look on my face. There I was covered with my own piss, holding my erect cock as more piss was shooting all over my face and hair, in the bathtub with bright lights on, and my mother looking straight at me. 

It felt like the world stopped revolving and time stood still focusing on this moment. She backed up and shut the door but I knew she saw this dirty act I was doing. What was I thinking?! I shouldn't have done this when they were here. I could just picture her telling my dad. 

I sat there for a second, with pee still dribbling out of my flaccid dick. I don't know how I will ever be able to look them straight in the eyes again. I showered off and returned to my room. 

A few minutes later, my mom knocked on my bedroom door and asked if she could come in. My first reaction was to pretend I was sleeping but I knew she would know I was lying. I said OK.

She came in and sat on my bed. She grabbed my hand and held it, looking me, she said, "Hey look, it's nothing to be ashamed of, we all have our fetishes. I have a few too, it's natural. I'm sorry I came in, I saw the light under the door and was thinking someone left it on." I didn't know what to say.

Then I cleared my throat and said, "Did you tell dad?" 

She said, "Why should I, he doesn't need to know. It'll be our little secret. I will never tell anyone or bring this up unless you want to talk about it." 

I then said, "I feel so dirty mom, and so embarrassed you saw me like that." 

She said, "Like I said, we all have our fetishes...you're not the only one who likes to feel pee on you son." 

My eyes widened as I looked up at her. She just smiled and said, "Now try to get some sleep, you'll be needing it for tomorrow." She got up and left my room, closing the door behind her.

As I laid there in bed, I thought to myself, what an idiot I was for thinking to do that when they were at home but a part of me thought it brought me that much closer to my mom, more than I had ever felt before. 

The next day was a blur, even the train ride. I kept replaying what happened the night before and beating myself up for being so stupid. Then I took my eyes off watching the scenery change, looking out of the window on the train. There was a young woman sitting directly across from me. She was reading a book, her hand was blocking the title so I don't know which book she was reading but she looked so beautiful reading. She had dark brown hair and eyes. She wore a white buttoned up shirt and a black short skirt. She was thin but with a very pretty face. 

There was a older woman sitting next to her, nodding off to sleep. Eventually she gathered her things up and left, I assumed to find a seat that was empty so she could stretch out more. The woman across from me took advantage of this and brought her legs up where the older woman was sitting. She used her bag as a cushion behind her back and the window to rest her head. 

She held the book at her waist still reading. I then noticed her shirt shifted and I could see her areola. At first I had to double take to see if my eyes were playing tricks on me but indeed it was an areola!! Her breast were small, but her areola was quite large it seemed, covering a lot of her breast. They were pink and puffy, with a distinct colouration from her skin. 

I never saw a woman's breast before this, in real life. I've seen pictures of course but that's not the same as seeing it right in front of you. Instantly my penis grew and I quickly covered it with my coat. In past experiences of my uncontrolled erections, I've learned to always have something handy to cover my embarrassment. 

My mother bought me a special set of clothes for my long journey. She told me I should be comfortable riding the train for such a long period of time but to still look presentable arriving at college. She got me a pair of trousers that was made with very thin grey fabric. They were very loose fitting and comfortable to sit in. I wore a loose fitting boxer shorts which didn't help my erection problem at all. My cock isn't the largest I've seen, when hard it's about 8 and a half inches but the width is quite substantial. When soft I'm about 5 inches. 

The fabric of the woman's shirt cupped her breast nicely. Almost caressing it. I couldn't see her nipple but my imagination ran overtime and I could picture it. It was just beneath the fold of her shirt, if she moved slightly it would indeed pop out, my mind fantasized. I wished it to do just that but after several minutes of staring it did not. 

My penis pressed hard against my trousers and I slid my hand under my coat and started to touch it. Then I stopped because I felt that if I continued, I would surely cum. The intensity of the moment was unbearable. Even with me not touching myself, I felt my orgasm peaking. I was faced with the hardest dilemma, to leave the first encounter of viewing a woman's beautiful breast before I stained my trousers and would have to arrive at the train station with a huge wet spot. 

I asked her if she would save my seat, got up holding my coat close to me, and dashed to the restroom. As I entered, my cum was nearly shooting out, I barely had a second to remove my throbbing cock out. I got my trousers undone but it was too late and I came in my boxers. 

Fortunately, it didn't get on my pants. I didn't have a choice, I had to remove my boxers or it'll seep through. I rolled up my boxers, putting the wet spot inside and tucked it in my coat pocket. As I put my trousers back on I realized how clear you could make out the shape of my soft cock. I couldn't do anything about this, I just hoped I didn't get hard but going back to sit across this woman would be a definite challenge. 

When I got back to my seat she was dozing off. She acknowledge my return with a slight grin and I thanked her. I watched her sleep for awhile and she moved around a little to get in a comfortable position. She had her coat covering her legs but by moving, her coat shifted and slid down a bit. At one point her knees separated a little and I knew that if I stood at the end of her seat I could see between her legs. 

This brought on another stiffening of my penis. My better judgment left me and I stood up pretending to stretch. I leaned over and looked down her skirt. I was shocked to see she wasn't wearing any underwear. I saw her pink vagina instead. I couldn't breathe. I was overwhelmed with lust. It took everything within me to stop looking at it but the image was forever etched into my memory for future masturbation fantasies.

A few men passed by our seating and saw this woman's pussy. They gave me a grin that made it known that they saw this. I was just about to get one last look but then the hostess passed by and noticed her exposure. She woke her up and whispered in her ear. The woman then sat up and straighten out her skirt and coat. She didn't go back to sleep the rest of the ride. I was disappointed but thought it was for the best. 

My poor cock didn't go down for a long time and it was beginning to hurt. I went back into the restroom and sat on the toilet to have a tug at it. It didn't take too much before I was spurting out wads of hot cum in some tissue. There was a wet spot after all on my pants so I took some water and tried to wash it off, hoping it would dry before I arrived. 

When I left the train the sun was still out. I felt the cold breeze on my penis as if I wasn't wearing clothes. The sensation made my cock respond. I looked down to see if it was noticeable. I was shocked to see the shape of my penis so clearly through the material. It kind of turned me on to be in public with it so clearly seen. As I walked I looked down to see it swinging and moving with every step. I felt so aroused that I didn't even try to cover it but then it started to really get stiff so I had to.  

I went to the restroom and pulled it out to play once again with it. I imagined another man watching me in that stall pleasing myself. This brought me over the edge and I shot streams of cum on the wall of the stall. I didn't bother to clean it up. I was thinking to find a pair of boxers in my bag so I wouldn't have to travel on the bus without any but the restroom wasn't the cleanest place to dig through my things so I had to do without. 

I caught a bus to the college dorms. I was relieved that the bus driver allowed me to bring my suitcase on the bus. I had to ask a few people how to get to my dorm but I found it with not too much trouble. I double checked the papers sent to me and found my room. There wasn't anyone in the room but I know I was going to have a roommate. His things were placed there but I supposed he must have gone out. 

The room was very small. As soon as you entered to the right there was a shower stall but not enclosed in a bathroom. I thought it to be very odd and dreaded the idea of coming out of the shower with someone being there to see me nude and possibly with a hardon. 

Opposite the shower was two separate closets. Next to the shower was a small sink. I guessed the toilets were community ones. On either side of the room were two single beds up on stilts and under it there was a desk and chair with a table lamp. At the end of the room was a glass door leading out to a very small balcony with two plastic chairs and a plastic table. He already had this things on the side of the room that the closets were. So I guess I had the other bed. I started to unpack and make my bed. I put my laptop in my desk drawer along with my school supplies. 

I was nearly done with unpacking when the door opened and my roommate entered in. He held out his hand and introduced himself. I held out my hand and said my name is Ken with an unsure smile. He seemed friendly and I had a feeling we'd become friends...well I was hopeful. He wasn't that much bigger than I was. He had dark brown shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, with a similar build...slim. I could tell he was so different from me from the start. He seemed so much more carefree and relaxed about himself, and perhaps more outgoing than I was.

He spent the rest of the evening with me in the room. He said he was really hungry and asked if I was too. I said yes, that I hadn't eaten all day. He offered to order a pizza to celebrate our first night at college. I offered to pay for half but he insisted to get it. He said he'd go phone in the order down the hall at the payphones. I said I'd go with him because I needed to phone my parents to let them know I arrived safely. We went together to the phones and I felt so much better about being there.

My parents were relieved at my safe arrival and asked if I had eaten yet. I said my roommate was ordering a pizza to celebrate our first night and my mom seemed really pleased that I made a friend. I guess she worries about me and my social life. As we waited for the pizza to be delivered, we chatted about back home, just normal stuff getting to know each other more. He was from a bigger town than I was but not that much bigger. He came from a large family though and had lots of stories about his brothers and sisters. 

The pizza came and we devoured it. I thanked him a few times and he brushed it off like it was no big deal. He asked if I wanted to take a shower first or should he. I said no he could go first and with that he got up to get this things for his shower. The whole time he was in there I wondered what it would be like to undress in front of him which made my penis respond and I was hard again. I didn't know how I was going to survive having a roommate in such a small room. 

He got out of the shower and stood there nude and wet. I tried not to look by gathering my things for my shower. I faced my back to him so he wouldn't see my stiff cock as I took my clothes off. I pulled on my cock once in the shower to relieve myself and came with force. I had hoped to come out of the shower flaccid and to my surprise my dick cooperated with it me. 

He suggested we get to sleep soon because tomorrow was going to be a long day getting used to being at college and I agreed. My head barely touched the pillow and I was fast asleep. I guess the long journey and the events of the day had me very tired. I awoke with a stiffy as usual but notice that my roommate wasn't there...thankfully. I jumped out of bed, washed up, and got ready for my first day of classes. 

As time passed and I got to know Shawn more and more, I envied his ways. He was so at ease with who he was and it showed. He was instantly popular and always had people around him while walking around the campus. When he saw me around he would always call out to me, waving for me to come and meet whoever he was with. I'd tag along but I would always feel uncomfortable being in a group of people. I was grateful to be included though and would try to make the best of it. He'd always ask if I wanted to join him when he had plans to go out but I usually declined saying I had tons of homework. 

Sometimes we'd just hang out in the dorm room talking, usually during the week when we had to get up early the next morning. Shawn would wear these loose fitting shorts often and a few times I saw his balls or cock from the legs of these shorts. It started to get to me, I would always get aroused. I'd usually wear jogging pants and they would not hide my erection at all. I caught him staring at my semi-erect dick a few times but I didn't think anything of it. 

Shawn offered to pay for half the cost of the internet connection if he could use my laptop once in awhile when I didn't need to use it. I agreed. This opened up a whole new world for me. I started to look at porn and couldn't believe how much I could see for free. I found a lot of sites with people pissing on each other or just peeing outdoors. I'd sit at the computer for hours, stroking my penis looking through the pictures. 

One night Shawn came home unexpectedly earlier than he had planned and caught me looking at porn. I couldn't shut it down in time. He stood behind me with one hand on my chair and the other on my desk looking at the pics. I tried desperately to hide my erection from him. His eyes were transfixed on the screen. He said, "Oh man you're into pee play eh!!" I nearly curled up and died on the spot. I couldn't get any words out, just nothing came to mind. I was so embarrassed, I felt my face getting flushed.

He said, "I've always wanted to try that, I've seen my older brother's magazines of girls peeing outside and stuff. It gets me so horny to see shit like that.....fuck this is great, click on the next one!"

I couldn't believe it, we were looking at porn together. The next pic was of two young guys pissing on each other at the same time. I felt myself turning beat red...what was he going to think of me now. He must know I clicked on the section with guys. Then to my surprise he said, "oh man that's hot!!" I looked up at him and he was inches away from my face. I guess he caught himself and said, "nah man I'm not gay, I just think peeing is something really hot, ya know." in a nervous voice. 


First Time Fun



I said, "yeah me too". Then I found myself asking him if he ever tried it, I'm not sure where the bravery came from. 

He said, "em, uh, yeah I have done it to myself....is that weird?" I said, "I don't know, actually I've done it many times to myself too." I then noticed the tent in his pants. 

He said, "oh shit, I guess this is having an affect on me." blushing. 

I said, "yeah it's affecting me too." 

He then shocked me by saying, "Do you want to jerk off together". I didn't know what to say at first, I mean I wanted to more than anything but the words seemed stuck in my throat. I just nodded. We both stood up at the same time and he then looked down at my crotch. My hardon made a huge tent in my jogging pants. 

We climbed up on our beds, sitting directly across from each other. We then pulled our pants down, revealing our erections. I noticed that Shawn had a smaller cock but it was so nice to look at. His eyes widened as he looked at mine. He said, "wow that thing is huge." I could barely breath at this point, in this situation, my first with someone. He held his index finger and thumb around the rim of his dick and pulled on it away from him, seeing this I nearly came right then and there. 

He then shocked me again. He said in a low whisper, "wanna pee on each other like in that picture?" Again all I could do was nod. We both got undressed completely and went into the shower. He held my shoulder and pulled me closer, and slid his other hand around my waist and held me close. Face to face, our lips not even an inch away from each other's. He looked into my eyes and kissed me gently, bringing his hand on my cheek, holding my face. I drew his hand up to my hair, he ran his fingers through it. Our dicks pressed against each other stomachs. The heat from it was very evident and I felt him moving his to stroke my stomach and my cock at the same time. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I sighed in his mouth. I wanted to cry it felt so good. Then I felt hot liquid against my body, he was peeing on me while being pressed against me. 

His piss ran down our legs and up on our chest. I let mine out then too and the amount of liquid soaked us both. It felt so good, so erotic, more than I could ever hope for. His hand went down to my ass cheek and he pulled me tight against him. I slid my penis in between our wet bodies and when the piss stopped I orgasmed. He pulled apart slightly just then and some of it shot on his chin. He smiled and kissed me more. 

He turned on the water and got the soap and started to wash me with his soapy hand. He seemed fascinated with my uncircumcised penis, pulling the skin back and watching it slide back over my cock head. He turned me around and used the bar of soap to wash the inside of my ass crack. The hardness of the soap felt so good as it rubbed on my hole. I took the soap from him and washed his whole body using my hand. I knew he didn't cum yet and his erection showed this too. I told him, "I want you to cum too." 

He said, "yes but in bed OK?" I nodded. We dried off and went to his bed.

We laid there caressing each other for a long time. Both of us with hardons. We looked in each other's eyes as we pleasured each other. I slid down to take his cock into my mouth. I wasn't sure how to do this but I saw it done and tried the best I could. I sucked on his head first and he moaned so I knew I was doing something right. He pushed his penis in my mouth further and I sucked it in all the way down to the base. He went on his back and I started to stroke his cock with my mouth. I played with his balls gently as I sucked him. 

He moaned louder and I felt his dick throbbing in my mouth. I knew he was getting close to cumming. He groaned, "Ken, Ken I'm going to cum!" I kept going, wrapping my tongue around his shaft and under the rim of his head. 

Then I felt the beginning of hot sperm filling my mouth like a flood. I kept swallowing faster to keep up. He cried out my name one more time and pushed his seed deeper into my throat. I nearly choked but kept on. I felt his cock getting soft in my mouth and I let go of it. I laid there next to him face to face again and I saw tears in his eyes. I asked him what was wrong, if I hurt him. 

He looked at me and said, "No, this was my first time with someone and it was unbelievable." 

I said, "this is my first time too". We held each other and fell asleep. 

The next day was Saturday so we got up late. We spent most of the day in his bed playing. We got up a few times to piss but we did that together too in the shower....on each other. Late afternoon he suggested we go out for a walk in the woods to get some fresh air and talk. He asked me not to wear underwear and said he wouldn't either. We stopped off at the vending machines and bought some snacks and bottled water. 

We ended up walking for awhile, maybe a few miles into the woods. When it was clear and no one was around, we felt more comfortable to be ourselves. He suggested to stop and rest for a bit. We ate and talked. He said he was feeling feelings he had never felt before and I expressed the same. He said we would need to keep it under raps though because if word got back to his family, it would be the end of his reputation back home. I said the same and being from a small town. So we both agreed we'd be careful and not express our feelings out of our room or when we knew we were alone. 

I told him I needed to go back because I really needed to use the toilet and it wasn't to piss. He laughed and said to just do it behind some bush. 

I said, "what will I wipe with." He said, "well, there's a brook just over there, wash in the brook." 

I said, "ah no way that would be gross." 

He looked really disappointed and said, "aw come on...I don't want to go back just yet....please." At this point I must admit I felt like I'd do anything for him so I agreed. 

He said, "here I'll dig a hole for you by these bushes." I followed him and watched as he dug with his hands a tiny hole for me to shit in. 

I pulled my pants down to my knees and squatted over the hole. He didn't go away, I looked at him with a perplexed look but he didn't get it and stood there in front of me. He then shocked me by squatting in front of me, and putting his arms around me. 

I nudge him away and asked, "em what are you doing?" 

He said, "I want to feel your body tighten as you do your thing". 

I said, "NO way!" 

He said, "Aw come on please" I couldn't resist him.

I said, "OK I'll try." 

I couldn't believe this was happening, apart of me felt so embarrassed to do this in front of him especially to have him so near and holding me too was insane. At first it wouldn't happen and I said, "it's not going to happen." Then to my surprise he started to rub my back. It relaxed me and put to at ease I guess, I started to do it. I was so ashamed but loved all the attention.

When I was done he said, "OK don't pull your pants up yet, walk over to the brook holding it." I did. The brook was about 3 feet wide a foot and a half deep at certain parts and wider and deeper in other parts. He instructed me to squat over the brook, which I did. Then he took some wet leaves and started to wash my ass with it, carefully splashing water to rinse off. It was cold but it felt good. 

I asked him, "Why are you doing this?" 

He smiled and said, "I don't know, I love taking care of you." My penis was again stiffer than ever. He took it in his hand and pulled on it. I almost lost my balance but he grabbed me in time. He touched my hole with a cold wet finger. It sent a jolt through me. 

He whispered in my ear, "just checking to see if I did a good job in cleaning you." I moaned softly.

He continued to play with my asshole and stroke my cock at the same time. It didn't take long and I was shooting in the brook. The sound of it splashing on the water in the silence of the woods made me smile. After a short time we stood up and I pulled my pants up. We headed back to the dorms, it was starting to get dark. 

At school we didn't show signs of any kind what we had together but when we were alone in our room we explored each other thoroughly. We decided we wouldn't have full sex with each other which was perfect for me because I wasn't really ready to go all the way. We had many wonderful experiences throughout the school year. 

The following year Shawn transferred to a college closer to his hometown. We kept in touch though and even made plans to see each other. He really helped me come out of my shell. I think if not for him that first year at college I would have been completely alone. I was thankful for his friendship.



First Time Fun For The Girls



The girls had been out into town for a few drinks and had come back to Charlie's house, opening a bottle of wine on their return and chatting till the early hours. They knew each other through a friend and had been on many nights out together over the past 8 years. They were both in their 20's with curvaceous bodies. Charlotte, Charlie to her friends, was tall and blonde, whilst Jane was small and had an exotic look about her. But however different their appearances were they had similar minds when it came to sex. 

They were watching a raunchy lesbian scene on the tv and the conversation turned towards their sex lives, a topic they often discussed. They both loved knowing all the details about each other! 

"Have you ever been with a woman?" Jane asked Charlie.

"I've kissed an old friend and played with her tits. To be honest I was fascinated by her nipples!" Charlie giggled. 

"Did it turn you on?!" Jane was dying to know! 

"Yes!! I was really turned on, my pussy was VERY wet, but we didn't take it any further... It was sort of strange but nice. She had soft skin and she smelt good," Charlie smiled to herself remembering that night. 

Jane moved a bit closer to Charlie on the sofa, "Would you kiss me?" she asked with a hint of longing in her voice. 

"Do you want me to?" Charlie said as she looked at her, a naughty grin on her face. 

Jane licked her lips and then nodded. She tried to relax as Charlie moved closer to her, their lips touched and Jane closed her eyes pushing her tongue into Charlie's mouth. Jane was shocked how good Charlie's mouth felt on hers, it was a much softer and delicate kiss than she had ever shared with a man but it was turning her on just as much. 

Charlie moved her hands to Jane's chest and pulled her top down to reveal her black bra. Jane's tits were huge and Charlie fondled them in her hands, Jane found herself enjoying Charlie's touch and was eager to see where things were going to lead. She had always been curious about women and the way Charlie's kisses felt she knew she wanted more.

Charlie pulled away from Jane and stood up to take her dress off, she pulled it over her head and stood there in nothing but a pair of tiny pink knickers. Jane couldn't take her eyes of Charlie's breasts, they were smaller than her own but still large and they were pert, her nipples were dark and erect. Charlie pulled Jane to her feet and undressed her down to her black bra and knickers, she ran her hands over Jane's shoulders and down her back to the fastening of her bra which she unclipped and slipped the straps over Jane's arms. 

Jane put her hands on Charlie's tits and cupped them in her hands, she'd never felt another woman's breasts before and she was surprised at the urge she had to tease her nipples. Charlie sat back down on the sofa leaning forward and pulled Jane on to her knees before her, Jane took a nipple in her mouth and sucked it gently at first then sucking harder as she grew used to the feel of it on her lips. She heard Charlie moan as she teased her with her teeth and it made her want more, her pussy was getting wet now and she wondered if Charlie's was, she had to find out. 

She pushed Charlie back on the sofa and moved her head towards Charlie's crotch, she gripped the elastic at each side of her pink knickers and pulled them down over her legs. Charlie opened her legs wide now, her heart was beating in her ears, she was about to have her cunt teased by another woman! 

Jane looked at Charlie's bald pussy and spread her lips with her fingers, she felt the wetness on her hands and saw it glistening on Charlie's inner lips and her clit, she ran a finger inside and felt the soft warm texture that she was used to from playing with her own pussy. She licked it and tasted the sweet salty juices, she looked up at Charlie's face and saw that her eyes were fixed what she was doing. Charlie's fingers were teasing her own nipples. Jane pushed her tongue back inside and started to tease Charlie's swelling clit the way she liked hers to be teased, maybe there were advantages to pleasing a woman! 

Her cunt tasted so good and Charlie was moaning a lot, Jane was finding pleasing Charlie very satisfying, her tongue working on the ripe clit in front of her and her own cunt getting wetter while she was doing it. Charlie was breathing hard now and couldn't believe how good Jane's mouth was on her pussy, she really knew what she was doing, she tickled it with her tongue and then every so often moved it up and down her lips then back to it, building her up towards orgasm each time. Charlie threw her head back and rocked her hips as she felt the tension build inside her, Jane was hitting all the right spots with her tongue, it was so hot having a woman do that for her, she couldn't hold back much longer, she put her hands in Jane's hair. Charlie screamed as her body shivered with delight, Jane kept her tongue moving inside her, making the most of it until Charlie couldn't take it any more. 

Jane pulled her face away from Charlie's dripping wet pussy and sat back in shock at what she'd just done, she couldn't believe she had just given her friend an orgasm! 

Charlie sat forward, "Its your turn now!" 

She pushed Jane on to the floor and kissed her mouth tasting her own sweet pussy, she moved her kisses down over Jane's neck to those huge titty's that were waiting for her, she caressed them in her hands and ran her tongue around each nipple. Jane was biting her lip now and her hands were pushing her dark hair back from her flushed face, Charlie's mouth on her was making her feel so hot, she'd never expected it to be this good with a woman. Charlie made her way down to the black knickers, she ran her fingers over the gusset and felt it was hot and wet, Jane raised her hips up to make it easier for the knickers to come off as Charlie removed them. 

Jane had a tiny strip of black pubic hair either side of her lips which Charlie slid a finger down and then pushed it into the warm wetness, she eased the lips apart and came face to face with a Jane's pink swollen clit. Charlie flicked her tongue against it and heard Jane moan, she licked all around her pussy lapping up the juices before gently clamping her clit between her teeth. Jane was screaming now and gasping for breath. Charlie slid 2 fingers inside the dripping wet hole and felt her fingers surrounded by pussy, she fucked Jane with them while flicking her tongue against her clit. 

Jane had never had oral so good, Charlie knew exactly what to do and with so little effort, Jane had her eyes closed and was enjoying feeling the sensation of Charlie's mouth and fingers, she felt the waves of pleasure begin to come over her. Charlie felt Jane's pussy tensing and knew she would cum soon, she buried her face in Jane's pussy and teased her clit with her tongue and teeth until she heard Jane gasp and felt her body trembling. As she gently finished with her tongue Charlie heard the front door open behind them. 

Jane was oblivious in her moment of ecstasy, Charlie turned to look and her eyes met his, she grinned. 

He couldn't believe what he was seeing, Jane and Charlotte, both girls he desired, were naked on the floor Charlotte had her face and fingers in Jane's cunt and by the looks of it she'd just given Jane a damn good orgasm. He felt his cock stirring in his jeans as his eyes moved over the girls noticing Charlie's arse facing towards him. 

"Shit!" Charlie said. "Thank god its only you, will you lock the door please? And what the hell are you doing coming in here in the middle of the night?!!" 

Mike was gorgeous, tall and fair, a friend of Charlie's for a few years now and she couldn't believe her luck at him turning up tonight! There was a sexual chemistry between them and she had been hoping for a long time that she would one day get her hands on him. This was the perfect opportunity.

"You left your jacket and I was walking past when I saw the lights on. You said you were going home for a few more drinks so I thought I'd join you," he said moving towards them feeling his cock growing stiffer every second.

"You could join in with this if you'd prefer?" Charlie purred. 

Jane had now come to her senses and was staring at the bulge in Mike's pants, Charlie's eyes were also fixed on the bulge. 

"I guess we're cock lovers after all. What do you think, Jane?!" 

"Yes big hard cock lovers," Jane giggled. 

Mike couldn't believe his ears, he was in heaven!!! He walked to the living room and the girls stood up, immediately starting to undress him. Jane took his t-shirt off and his hands wandered over her body straight to those huge breasts he'd been longing to touch, Charlie was on her knees removing all clothing from his lower body, her hands going straight to his huge shaft. She gripped it with her hand and moved up it slowly, she pushed her hand down to the base and then took him deep into her mouth. 

Mike groaned as he felt Charlie's hot mouth on his length, she knew how to tease him, her tongue lingering at the head before sliding down him. His mouth was now working on Jane's tits, his tongue and teeth teasing her gorgeous nipples while his hands caressed her, those large breasts spilling out of his hands as he tried to cup them. Jane was biting her lip, he knew how to make her wet just with his tongue on her tits! 

"Lie down on the floor next to each other," Mike panted.

He needed a break before he got too excited! The girls lay with their legs open in front of him and he got to work on their pussies, dipping down between their legs, his tongue in one while his fingers were fucking the other, the girls were loving every minute and were teasing each others clits to add to the pleasure Mike was giving them.

Both the girls cunts tasted good and Mike's cock was twitching as he made them both very juicy and wet, the girls hands were all over each other now roaming from their breasts, to their pussies and then to each others mouths to taste each others pussy juice. Charlie pushed Mike away from her using her foot on his shoulder and moved towards Jane, she whispered something in Jane's ear. 

"We think you should get rid of all that pent up excitement and then you can last longer on round 2," she said. 

"Really?" Mike said in a playful manner, "Your gonna have to give me something to watch to make me cum!"

The girls moved into a 69 position and started to lick each others dripping wet pussies while Mike sat and watched. He started wanking himself, his hand gripping his thick shaft. There was going to be a round 2?!!!! 

It wasn't going to take him long to cum watching this, the girls were moaning and gasping, each ones face covered in the others juice, Jane started to scream and her head moved away from Charlie's cunt. Her eyes closed and her hands gripping onto her tits as her body shook with pleasure. With Charlie's ass in the air in front of him Mike moved forward and wanked against her arse hole just in time for him to shoot his load all over her. He groaned as the hot whilte milky cum spurted against her arse cheeks and dripped down her crack.

"Shower time I think!!" Jane shouted and all 3 of them made their way upstairs. 

The bathroom was hot and steamy and the girls stood together in the shower as Mike soaped their gorgeous curves, their heavy breasts slipping out of his hands. They both bent over legs spread for him to wash them and he made sure he did a thorough job while feeling their swollen pussies with his fingers and teasing their asses. 

They left him in the shower to wash himself and went to the bedroom, Charlie got her vibrators out, a pink one for Jane and her favourite purple one for herself! She straddled Jane's face so that Jane could get to work on her pussy while she pleasured Jane with a long pink vibrator. 

Mike stood watching them from the door way, his dick stood to attention, Charlie gave him a slutty look as she half closed her eyes and moaned, Jane face buried in her pussy. He got on to the bed and moved towards them, he removed the pink shaft from Jane's cunt and replaced it with his own very stiff cock, his hands moved to Charlie's pert breasts and his mouth to hers. This was heaven! 

Charlie was struggling to stay in control of her orgasm as Mike's mouth moved down her neck and she felt his tongue on her nipple. Jane was driving her crazy flicking her tongue and biting her clit. Jane was amazed at the size of Mike's cock, it was huge and it felt so good in her, filling her pussy as he fucked her, she was licking Charlie's cunt and from the moans she was going to be tasting a lot more pussy juice very soon! Mike was glad he'd cum downstairs already, he wouldn't have lasted long taking part in this and they'd only just got started!

Charlie's screams became uncontrollable as she came, she gripped hold of Mike's shoulders for support as the hot feeling of orgasm shot through her, god that girl could lick pussy! She climbed off Jane and took a moment to relax, watching as Mike lent forward to Jane's mouth and tasted Charlie's cunt on her tongue, she felt like she was watching a real live porn movie! It was so surreal how the night had turned out she had to pinch herself. 

Mike was fucking Jane hard now, pounding her, his balls slapping against her ass as she screamed with delight! Charlie got her vibrator and put it up her own cunt, she moved over to Jane's tits with her arse in the air and her legs open so Mike could see the buzzing toy inside her. Charlie started to gently bit Jane's nipples and run her fingers round the outline of her tits, Jane was screaming uncontrollably now and her hands moved to Charlie's hair. Charlie got the pink toy Jane had used earlier and put it against Jane's clit so she could feel the buzzing on her as Mike's cock rammed her pussy. Jane came almost instantly, her legs tensing around Mike's body as her pussy tightened around him. 

Mike pulled out of Jane, letting her rest after her second orgasm of the night. He moved his hand to Charlie's white ass, the only part of her that wasn't tanned and rubbed his finger around her ass hole using her wetness as a lubricant, she raised her ass higher to make it easier for him to play with. His cock was throbbing now, he pushed his finger up Charlie's anus and fucked it. 

She moaned, "Ooooh yeah. Your finger feels so good in my ass," said said in a slutty voice. 

He's always known she was a dirty bitch but never did he expect to find her giving her friend an orgasm and then inviting him for a threesome! 

Mike wanted Charlie's ass so much. He watched Charlie slid her tongue down Jane's body to her pussy. Not taking her eyes of Jane's face, Charlie pushed the other pink vibrator up Jane's awaiting pussy and then set to work on her clit with her tongue. Mike stood on the floor behind Charlie and slid the purple toy out of her cunt, he thrust his cock up her, she was incredibly wet and her she felt tight against him, she gasped as he started to fuck her and his finger entering her ass again. 

Mike slipped 2 fingers in Charlie's tight arse hole and started stretching it that little bit more, getting it ready for his shaft. Charlie was so turned on and taking out all her pleasure on Jane's cunt, fucking her hard with the vibrator and circling her tongue around her clit driving Jane wild. Mike's cock felt amazing inside her, he was so big and she loved it, she was struggling to concentrate on Jane's pussy, keeping her mind on her own pussy and trying not to cum. 

Jane moved away from Charlie towards Mike with the vibrator still inside her buzzing and caressing her pussy. As Mike withdrew himself from Charlie's cunt Jane pushed Charlie's purple vibrator up Charlie's cunt and started to fuck her with it. Mike slowly pushed his solid shaft into Charlie's tight pink ass hole and groaned, she felt amazing!

"Oooohhh!" Charlie threw her head back. 

She had never felt pleasure like it, her first night with a girl had turned into her first night of double penetration aswell! Jane was moaning, the vibrator in her and watching Charlie and Mike was driving her wild. Jane was fucking Charlie's pussy with her vibrator and she had her thumb rubbing her clit. 

"Oh god!" screamed Charlie. Mike's cock felt so big in her ass, she definately felt like a porn star now! 

"Fuck me hard... both of you," she panted as the two of them worked hard at her. 

She was breathing hard now, she couldn't hold back any longer she felt the muscles in her ass and cunt start to tighten as Jane rubbed her clit faster. Charlie's hands reached out and her fingers grabbed the sheet on the bed, she let out a loud scream and her legs trembled. 

"Don't pull out either of you!" Charlie cried. 

Charlie wanted to carry on through her orgasm, she didn't want to stop now she was loving it, the slut in her coming out. Mike was finding it hard to stay in control knew he couldn't last much longer. 

"I'm gonna cum you dirty bitch" he said. 

Charlie put her sluttiest voice on for him, "I want you to fill my ass with cum!" 

He started to groan, he had never met anyone like her. She wasn't afraid to say what she wanted and she was going to get it, he felt the pressure in his balls reach boiling point as her ass tensed around his length, she was squeezing her muscles on purpose to bring him closer to his climax! He gripped her arse cheeks as he thrust into her hard, squirting his cum inside of her, he thrust for as long as he could manage, his cum still spurting inside her, it had to be a record amount especially for his second time of the night! Eventually his knees gave way and he lay on the bed. Charlie felt his hot sticky cum dripping down her legs.

The three of them were hot and sticky with each others juices and their bodies entwined on the bed. Jane headed for the bathroom first for a well deserved shower. 

Charlie turned to Mike and grinned, "I'd say it was well worth you calling by with my jacket, wouldn't you?" 



First Time Fun on the Farm Pt. 01



This is a seven chapter saga divided into three stories, due to the overall length.

Chapter 1: Brother Butch's Boner

Growing up on a farm a kid learns all about procreation naturally. Learning about sensuality is a whole other lesson. A farm girl pretty much gets a good look at how things work, after observing several cows and horses pairing off. However, it wasn't until I reached the tender age of eighteen that I observed first hand what arousal was. In my case it was a strong visual combined with a heavy dose of emerging hormones that made it so exciting.

Having three older brothers, it was only a matter of time before I was exposed to the inevitable. I had other siblings – a grand total of seven, but this particular recollection involved Butch. He was four years my senior and in every way a typical farm boy. When he wasn't going to school or working the fields, he was generally nowhere to be found. It seemed as though Mom was always tracking him down in some unexpected hideaway. After so many years of searching, Mom had a fair idea of his favorite haunts.

"Barb, be a sweetie and find your brother. We've got to be at church in a half hour," she asked.

"Sure, but where should I start?"

"Try the quonset or the barn; he's probably in one or t'other," she suggested, as I headed out.

As kids, it was a delightful pastime to sneak up on each other, so I opted to consider it a stealth mission and silently peaked inside the quonset building, but no Butch. Avoiding a few fresh cow pies along the dusty path, I peered into the hay barn. There was still no one to be seen. Letting go a sigh of frustration, I scanned the entire barnyard. That's when I heard the faint sound of grunts and slaps breaking through the light summer breeze. It seemed to be coming from the barn, maybe from the back. I tip toed around the side and the sound grew loader. Turning the corner, I could plainly hear it was Butch's voice coming from inside a corner of the barn. There was just enough of a crease in the old planks to peak through. He had carved out a spot in the bales of hay to make a secret hideaway, big enough for him and his magazine.

"That's it Bitch, suck that hard cock. Yeah, take it all, you slut!" He groaned and barked, as he roughly jacked his fully erect pecker back and forth.

"Holy crap, he's jacking off!" I thought, instantly aware of why it was so defined. I should have been embarrassed by the language, for intruding or felt guilty and turned away at that point. I should have. I didn't.

The initial surprise of witnessing a private moment melted into an appreciation of his technique, then into a fascination. This was the farthest thing from personal abuse; he was in seventh heaven. I couldn't pass up this singular opportunity to observe the entire process. 

"Let's see, ‘being late for church' and enduring my mother's wrath or ‘watching my brother climax?'" Weighing the options, I fixated on his rock-hard cock. Being it was Sunday, it really felt like I was committing a delicious sin.

"Oh Baby, you want it so bad," Butch mumbled, as a thin clear film of goop coated the head of his young pole.

Unexpected desires in me started to flow, as I watched and listened to his forceful strokes turn from dry to lubricated. My infatuation was not for him, but clearly focused on his now throbbing dick.

"Show me those big tits, yeah!" He begged, as his strokes slowed to a strong, deliberate pace.

"Who was he looking at in that magazine?" I thought, as my hand found its way inside my cotton blouse to massage my young breast. I was so aroused. I dare not move my legs, for fear I might spring a leak. "Whoever this bimbo is must have huge tits," I guessed and fondled my boob.

My brother grunted, tightened his cock grip and slowly shot two long streams of white jism. I caught my breath, as he jacked out more thick cream from his red hot poker. Silently I fixed my blouse and sneaked back around to the front of the barn. 

"BUTCH! Where are you? It's time for church!" I yelled, trying to disguise any anxiety in my voice. "Mom's gonna tan your ass!" I added.

"I… I'm coming Barbie!" I heard from beyond the bales.

"Yeah, I'll bet you are," I whispered to myself, as he emerged from behind the hay bales. I took off back down toward the house, with him following at his normal, safe distance. Of course Mom was livid by then. I shrugged my shoulders, slipped past her and jumped in the car, as Butch got his expected ass-chewing.

The following week I spent planning another secret mission. I had to find my brother's magazine. "What or who could ever bring a guy such pleasure?" I'd glanced at a girlie magazine once, so I had an idea of what to expect. It wasn't until Wednesday of that week that I knew Butch would be working the fields. I dug around in the hay bales until I found his hideout. Prying up several bales, I found his stash of Playboys. I assumed the 1963 edition on top was probably his favorite. Thumbing through the pages, I found a centerfold that was worn and frayed. 

"Donna Michelle, Playmate of the Year" – there she was. She was blonde and beautiful and naked from head to toe. So, this was the object of his desire – his dream girl. Of course she was cute, sultry and sexy all rolled into one tidy package. According to her profile, she had to be about my age. I couldn't help but do a comparison, from the top on down. 

Her clear radiant face was in direct contrast to my pot-marked ruddy complexion. There was no discounting that. Shoulders, arms and chest were next. I unbuttoned my top and bra to compare boobs. Donna had a nice set, perhaps 34", similar to me. However, cupping my hefty round melons, I plainly had her beat. "Butch thinks this slut has big jugs?" I laughed, as I completed a full inventory. My hips were maybe a smidgen wider than hers, but that only served to give my torso a more pronounced curve. Our thighs and legs were virtually identical.

"So, except for my face, I'd beat this chick hands down. Damn, I could be in this stupid magazine," I calculated and mimicked several of her pseudo-sexy poses. "Guys would jack off and shoot their stuff fanaticizing about screwing me! Hmmm, now that would be simply delicious," I dreamed and proudly shoved my chest out. "Right…and my family would disown me. My girl friends would hate me and guys would label me a slut," I rolled my eyes and returned the book to its hidden spot. 

My own secret visions of seducing and having sex with a man were formed that week. The fire was lit and I was eager to feed it with every pleasant kind of kindling. I never looked at newcomer, Tom Jones' hip action the same way again. Celebrating my first solo trip to the gynecologist, I talked the doctor into writing my first script for the pill. On my next big shopping spree in the big city I made a point in buying a real mini skirt, not some just-above-the-knee substitute. My days as a virgin were numbered. The only question then was, "Who would be the lucky guy to pop my cherry?"

Chapter 2: Dating & Premature Evacuations

I was an early blooming teen in every respect. By age fourteen my figure had blossomed along with a bad case of acne - kind of a mixed blessing. My bubbly blonde personality and striking figure kept me and my pot marked face from having to check into "Wallflowerville." I had my fair share of boys ask me out, but not many would give me full eye contact and the goodnight kiss was often a haphazard chore.

Dating venues for girls my age meant going to either the local drive-in or to the Lower Creek Grove. The Sycamore Drive-In was a relatively safe spot for necking and petting. The Lower Creek Grove (the "Grove", as everyone called it) bordered on our farm's lower forty (acres) and simply was "not a place where good girls went after dark," Dad warned us. Its proximity to our home place made it an alluring, yet taboo rendezvous. As a young teen, I would take an occasional daylight horse ride and stop in the hidden grove of trees to give Shadow a drink from the creek. It was on one of those rides I noticed a wadded up pair of used panties. Contemplating the sordid story behind them and fearing contamination, I quickly got the hell out of there, never to return. 

Going to the movies was more than just "something to do" in a small town. It was a kind of pre-school for young adults. We picked up on and mimicked every nuance of the cultural and sexual revolution, as it was happening. I assumed all the cool girls smoked, dressed in skimpy bikinis, occasionally had a drink and got laid by the likes of Sean Connery, Paul Newman, Steve McQueen or Omar Shariff. 

In 1965, teenage boys didn't take a girl to see The Sound of Music. The makeout macho movie that year was Thunderball and I must have sat through most of it four or five times. I say most of it. There were several scenes I missed due to my dates' feeble attempts at copping a feel. Just because a sexy scene with a girl turns the guy on doesn't automatically mean it has the same effect on the girl (in this case, me). By summer's end I had whittled down my number of potential suitors to two, by simply telling most of them, "No thanks, I've already seen Thunderball." This left me with two steady dates. 

Tommy and Jimmy were normal farm boys; high on hormones, low in experience. They were more boy-friends than candidates I would ever consider for making a woman out of me. Within the last year, my dates with the "boys" escalated from necking and French kissing to fondling private parts. Inevitably, our makeout sessions would end with dry humping or feature me rubbing the bulges in their pants. The sad part was neither of them could last long enough for me to get them out of their clothes, before they made a mess. I suppose I should have considered that a compliment to my physical attributes or my talents of seduction, or both. However, after the third or fourth messy episode, the whole exercise became less than stimulating for me. I mean fun is fun, but I wanted a real man to take me the first time. 

Chapter 3: Uncle Stud & The Double Date

Paul was my Dad's youngest brother, but it was always hard to think of him as my uncle. Eight years separated us and he spent most of his younger years hanging with my older brothers. It's not like I ever considered him as one of my stupid brothers, but I had a real hard time with the "uncle" thing. At 26, he was a total hunk and extremely charming. Every girl in my senior high class would have gladly given it up for Paul, even to the point of hounding me to set them up with him.

My deep affection for Paul went beyond his tall, dark and striking good looks. Throughout my eighteen (almost nineteen) years, he was the only guy that saw the real me. While other guys shied away from dating "crater face," Paul didn't see my facial flaws as an issue. Since it never came up in our conversations, I was totally at ease confiding with him about all sorts of things. Any degree of persuasive flirting or sexual teasing I have now I owe to trying it out on him first.

My frustrating dates with the boys only served to point me in Uncle Paul's direction. Of course, any impropriety on our parts would have been grounds for family banishment, so I was left to secretly fanaticize how great it would be for him to take me. It was in the dead of most every night, under the covers, I learned to finger myself to multiple orgasms. That was my bittersweet burden for months, until later that spring. 

It was at our regular Saturday family bar-b-que that I saw Paul arrive with a date, Mary Ellen Schmitt, a pretty girl in my class. I'd seen Paul with older girlfriends before, but this was the first time he was dating someone my age. And, of all people, Mary Ellen! Mary Ellen was one of those skinny model types, whose perfect facial features had matured before the rest of her. There was no denying that from the neck up she was every schoolboy's dream. From the neck down she was thin as a rail and flat as a griddle. 

Mary Ellen was from (what people commonly referred to as) the wrong side of the tracks. Besides her ideal complexion, her family and others on the south side of town were less than well-to-do. Not quite white trash, they lived in older homes and worked menial jobs. Though I never thought any less of them for their lot, they did exhibit a baser perception of life; one I was certainly unfamiliar with.

"Hi Mary, hi Paul, glad you guys could come by," I said with an inviting tone to hide my envy.

"Hi Barbie, you're looking swell," said Paul with a smile.

"Yeah Barb, is that a new outfit?" Mary Ellen casually added, as she snuggled close to Paul.

"Thanks, no I've had it for a couple of weeks," I replied, wishing I had worn my more revealing white halter top, instead of the boring coulottes I had on.

The meaningless conversation between the three of us regressed, as she continued to pamper Paul like he was some prize puppy. Paul finally excused himself to have a beer with my brothers. Mary's pseudo-sweet condescending remarks eased as Paul walked away.

"God Barb, your Uncle is such a stud," she started and nodded at how neatly packaged his ass looked in those tight jeans. "And, what a lover! He just can't seem to get enough of me," she winked.

"I believe that. What's there to get?" I smirked to myself. "Yeah, he's quite a catch. I'm happy for you two," I lied.

"That's so sweet. Say, are you still dating Timmy and Jamie? God, they must spoil you rotten," Mary said.

"Tommy and Jimmy actually. Yeah, just can't make up my mind, I guess," I quipped.

"Hey, isn't your birthday coming up soon; planning anything special?" Mary asked.

"Yeah – next Friday and I'll be an old woman like you," I laughed, knowing her nineteenth was only two months ago. "No, don't have any big plans yet," I added.

"Well gosh, maybe you should pick one of those guys of yours and double date with Paul and I. That would be fun," she beamed.

Instantly my mind was filled with a warped vision of Paul dumping her along the road somewhere and taking my virginity in his powder blue '62 Impala. "Yeah, that might be fun," I nodded.

When Paul made his way back to us, Mary could hardly wait to ask him. Seeing the grin on my face, Paul could hardly refuse. "Sure, sounds good to me. We could take in a movie or something," Paul offered.

"Well you know Thunderball is still playing at the Sycamore, what do you say Barb?" Mary Ellen asked.

"I don't know Mary. Barbie might not be," Paul interrupted her.

"Thunderball? That would be great. I've heard it's really good!" I broke in and giggled with delight.

"Thunderball it is then. We'll pick you up around eight next Friday," my uncle smiled.

The following week seemed extra long, with my anticipation of Friday. Everyday after chores I snuck off to find a vacant field to get in some nude sunbathing (Coppertone, not that icky Q-T crap) to smooth out my farmers' tan. My older sister, Jean took pride in prepping me for my first double date.

"My God Sis, you look like Raquel Welch in that top!" Jean exclaimed, swabbing another coat of Max Factor on my dented face.

"So… is that such a sin?" I asked, batting my blue eyes, thick with Maybelline mascara at my reflection in the mirror.

"Mom will kill you, with your boobs sticking out like that," she reckoned.

"You're probably right. I'll wear my zipper jacket, at least until I get to the car," I giggled.

"Well you just better watch yourself," she warned, like an old mother hen.

Applying a fresh coat of pink glossy lipstick to match my mini skirt, I combed out my long blonde hair and wiggled my panty hosed hips into the short, short skirt. I sprayed another shot of Shalimar down my cleavage and threw on the jacket, when I heard Paul's car honking. Stepping into a pair of black flats, I grabbed up my purse and flew downstairs.

"I still think those skirts are way too short," said Mom giving the twice-over.

"Oh Mom, it's the style. I might be a little late. It's a double feature, OK?" I blurted out and kissed her cheek.

"Well, you're nineteen now. I suppose you can take care of yourself," she sighed.

"Yeah, I'll take care of myself for sure," I thought, eyeing up Uncle Paul holding the front door open for me.

"Wow, don't you look like a million bucks," he said, eyeing my skirt.

"Thanks Paul," I replied and got it.

As he made his way around to the driver's side, I unzipped and slipped out of the jacket. Jumping in his side, he keyed the engine and started to put the car in gear, when he glanced back at me.

"DAMN Barbie, make that two million bucks!" He exclaimed at seeing my tight white halter top showing plenty of cleavage.

I spread my arm to rest on the back of the split seats and inched myself closer to him, while he stared at me. "Is there something wrong?" I asked raising my right knee just enough to show the crest of my pantyhose.

"N-No," he said, as I let my fingers slide inside of back of his shirt collar.

"Then how about a birthday kiss for your favorite niece?" I demanded and pulled his neck.

"Sure, you bet. I almost forg.." he started, when I leaned and opened my mouth to his. Supporting himself on the seat with his right hand, his left smoothed my face, while I held a grip on the back of his head. My tongue edged its way through his lips, as his mouth finally opened on mine. That was the sign I'd waited months for. He wanted me. On some level, he wanted me!

The masculine smell of English Leather filled my senses, as his tongue filled my mouth. Sucking more of his tongue inside, I began moaning. Taking his hand from my cheek, I slowly lowered it to rest on my breast. When he gently started feeling me up, I broke for air and threw my head back. He lightly kissed his way down my bare neck.

"Happy Birthday Barbie," he whispered between licking and kissing my shoulders.

Taking a few licks on my cleavage, he moved his hand from my tit back to my head. "Is that the kind of birthday kiss you want from your uncle?" He asked, pulling my head to meet his eyes.

I nodded, licked my lips and smiled.

"I know one thing," he sighed, pushing me away from him.

"What's that?" I asked, rubbing my right hand up his thigh.

"Ole Jimmy is in for a treat tonite!" He stated, while I stroked the outline of his erection. "I certainly do envy him," he added and put the car in gear.

Heading down our gravel road, I unzipped his pants and leaned in close to tongue his ear. "And I really envy Mary Ellen," I echoed and reached to pull his hard shaft out.

"Hey, that probably isn't such a good idea, Baby," he winced, as I tugged hard on his manhood.

"Am I doing it wrong?" I asked, jacking it harder and faster.

"NO, I mean… No, you're doing it just right! It's just that I'll make a mess," he said, catching his breath.

"What if I promise to clean it up?" I asked, moving my knees under me, while I stroked him harder. "I'll make sure there's no mess at all, how would that be?" I said and leaned down to take his nine inch long cock in my mouth.

"OH GOD Barbie! No Baby. We can't be doing this!" He exhorted me to stop, as I felt the car turn on to the smooth road.

I was in no mood to stop sucking him. This was the first cock I'd tasted and I was savoring every inch of it. Bobbing and twisting my head to take more and more of it, I finally got my first taste of his sweet precum. I raised up to circle the head of his ready cock with my tongue, when he jerked my head back.

"Stop it now Barb!" He barked. "We're pulling into town," he said and fixed his pants. "Let's just imagine this never happened, okay?" He said with frustration filling his voice.

"Okay, if you think you can," I challenged and proudly smiled to myself.

At Mary Ellen's house I crawled over the front seat to sit in the back, as Paul went to get her. Dressed in a blue shift dress, with her bouffant brunette tresses, she looked like a matchstick. We made pleasant conversation, as she eyed my revealing outfit. Paul nervously drove on the Jimmy's house, not far from where Mary lived.




First Time Fun on the Farm Pt. 01



The locker room scent of Right Guard permeated the car, as Jimmy jumped in the back seat next to me. By the time we got to the drive-in, I had to roll down the window for some fresh air.

"Say Baby, you really look hot in that," young Jimmy's eyes widened and ogled. I gave him a look-but-don't-touch smile and made my way directly to the crowded concession stand. A nice round of hoots and whistles trailed behind me, as I found my way back to the car.

The typical James Bond movie action packed prologue played, as I munched on my popcorn. My date must have been the only male in town over the age of 18 that hadn't seen Thunderball, so I knew he would most likely actually watch the movie. I watched Paul and Mary Ellen.

"Shouldn't you give Barb her birthday present, Paul?" Mary Ellen said, turning back toward me.

"Sure, here ya go Barbie; Happy Birthday," said Paul handing me a flask full of who-knows-what.

I quickly unscrewed the top and took a swig of Jack Daniels. "Thanks guys," I coughed, as the high octane Tennessee Whiskey burned its way down my throat. From there, the flask made it round the four of us several times, before Jimmy ended up nursing it. In reality, I've never been a big whisky fan, so I faked taking several shots. However, it didn't take long before Mary Ellen and Jimmy started slurring words and getting frisky.

Mary and Paul started making out, as Jimmy tried his best to focus on the movie. I made a point to sit directly behind Paul, to catch his eyes in the rearview mirror. This meant I couldn't watch the movie, but that's not why couples go to movies anyway. Mary poured out her available charms between giggling whispers and French kisses, as Paul placated her advances. The two of us played eye tag in the mirror when Jimmy finally took a hint from the front seat action. 

Foreplay, for Jimmy, was a work-in-progress – kind of like learning how to build a model plane without the instructions. He had a fair idea of how it would turn out, but absolutely no concept of what it took to get there. Usually, having to deal with his crude, inept attempts at stimulation ended up frustrating us both. I was bound to make sure that tonight would be different, as he moved in to kiss my bare shoulder. Leaning my head back and scooting down a little, I could clearly still see Paul's reflected eyes.

Mary Ellen had Paul's shirt unbuttoned and was peppering his chest with baby kisses, as Jimmy worked up the courage to kiss my cleavage. Mary raised her head from Paul's chest long enough to whisper something in his ear. As she returned to his chest, he obediently unzipped the back of her dress. "My God, she had to TELL him," I chuckled to myself and winked in the mirror.

True to form, my date was predictably weighing each of my melons, without a clue of what to do next. Letting go of a typical moan to hopefully urge him on, he was content with testing the elasticity of each boob. "OK Buddy, its time to up the ante and maybe give Paul a show," I thought and reached behind my back to untie my halter top. Pulling the undone halter over my head, I revealed my boobs to Jimmy. This was uncharted territory for both of us and I wondered how he would react.

"God Baby, you're beautiful!" Jimmy said loud enough for our friends in the front seat to hear.

Paul's eyes flashed in the mirror, while I lowered Jimmy's head to kiss my tits. Mary Ellen must have got a positive reaction from Paul, as I distinctly heard the familiar sound of his zipper. She was obviously stroking his tool, while Paul secretly adjusted the mirror down to catch a glimpse of my exposed chest. So as not to draw attention to his cheating eyes, he unzipped the rest of her dress and fiddled with her bra. Leaning close to my uncle's ear again, I could barely make out their conversation.

"So you guys wanna split? We were thinking about going to the Grove," she turned back to suggest.

I covered my boobs as much as possible with one hand and arm, as the sight of my ample assets took her by complete surprise. "Sure, let's go," I blushed and dug in the seat to find my jacket. Paul unhooked the speaker, turned over the ignition and helped Mary zip up her dress. Soon we were on our way to the sanctuary of unspeakable sins – The Grove. I couldn't have been more excited.

As Paul speed-shifted from one county road to the next, I could see Jimmy was holding on for dear life. By the time we reached the Lower Creek Road the poor kid was white as a sheet. Jack Daniels had taken its toll on his young brain and it was all he could do to sit up straight.

"You gonna be alright, Jimmy?" I asked, as Paul doused the lights. "Oh yeah, just need a short nap and I'll be good to go," he slurred and slumped next to his door, while the car silently found a secluded spot among the tall willow trees.

Mary Ellen drained the rest of the flask, as Paul shut off the car. I opened my rear window to take in the night air. A slow gentle breeze tossed the willows and mixed with the soothing sound of the creek below. Gazing up at the full moon and stars, I felt at peace. This wasn't such a bad place. Actually, except for the occasional moans of the two front seat lovers breaking the silence, it was quite relaxing. Listening to their tedious love play, I could tell this wasn't a match made in heaven.

"N-nnnnno Paul, that's disgusting," Mary Ellen scolded with my uncle's hand on her head.

My eyes flashed once more to the rearview mirror and Paul's frustrated expression. I instantly felt like an intruder. Quietly, I opened the door and got out. Zipping the light windbreaker up to my neck, I folded my arms and shuddered in the cool breeze. I strolled to the creek, as a Beatles song softly echoed from one of the few parked cars. Picking out a nice boulder to sit on, I couldn't help but crack a smile. "Mary Ellen Stickgirl – like she's a chance in hell with a man like Paul," I snickered to myself.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. "PAUL, I nearly jumped out of my skin!"

"Sorry Barbie, didn't mean to scare ya," he smiled. "Not much of a birthday party is it?" He added and sat next to me.

"Oh, I can't say I'm having a bad time," I smiled and silently unzipped my jacket half-way down. "Don't tell me Mary Ellen passed out like Jimmy?"

"'Fraid so; guess it's just us Lone Rangers left," Paul chuckled.

"That's OK. It only takes two to party," I mentioned and nonchalantly leaned back to afford him a better view of my chest.

"I thought it was Two-to-Tango?" He laughed, then focused on my cleavage.

"Yeah, suppose we could do that too," I said, running my hand over his thigh. "So, you come here often Paul?"

"Yes, well no… I," he stopped and started.

"Well, which is it?" Still rubbing his leg.

"Promise not to tell, but I generally eat my lunch here, when your Dad has us working the lower forty. Besides that, I've probably been here three or four times. It's kinda peaceful here," he sighed.

"So, how many girls have you deflowered here?" I asked, in passing.

"Well now that's a strange question. What makes you ask that?" He replied, holding my hand still on his leg.

"Do you ever have trouble thinking of me as your niece?"

"I must admit, I am having trouble tonight! Man, you're all full of questions," he added.

"I'm hardly a man, you know," I purred and pulled my hand from his to rest it in his crotch.

"I think it's time to get you guys home, don't you think?" He nervously changed the subject.

"Sure, but can't we drop them off first?" I asked, knowing I only lived down the road a bit.

"Oh, I suppose," he cautiously agreed, as I followed him back to his car.

With our dates crashed out, I secretly undid my skirt and pulled off my pantyhose in the backseat. I was still determined as hell to have him fuck me and figured this was my best chance. Back in town, we deposited each of our half-awake dates back at their respective homes. I climbed back into the front seat, but kept my distance from Paul.

"That Mary Ellen sure is a knockout, don't you think?" I asked.

"A knockout? I don't know. I don't really think of her that way," he said, shooting me the occasional glance.

"I mean she's got the looks. She could be a model," I urged.

"I guess – maybe for Good Housekeeping or something," he laughed. I jerked my zipper down further.

"Do you think I could be a model, Paul?"

"Sure, you could. You've got the bod to be in any of those mags – like Esquire, ya know," he smiled.

After a nice long silence I leaned back against the car door and raised my left leg and arm to the seat. With the moonlight and dash lights illuminating me, I unzipped my jacket and opened it.

"I was thinking more like Playboy. What do you think?" I said and bent my leg to show off my panties.

"BARBIE, what's gotten into you tonight?" He said, giving my pose a triple take.

"Nothing yet," I mumbled. "You didn't answer me Paul," I said, spreading legs wider.

"What was the question?" He nervously shifted in his seat, as I pealed off my jacket.

"Sounds like you need to pay attention, when a person's talking to you," I said and leaned back to pull my mini skirt down. 

Losing my shoes, I wiggled my panties over my hips. "Playboy! Right? It was whether you could pose for Playboy, right?" He blurted out.

"And?" I begged and pulled my panties all the way off.

"Yes, YES. You could be in Playboy. Is that what you wanted to hear?" He shouted and turned to observe my radical behavior, with longer stares.

"I think I lost an earring back at the Grove. Would you be a dear and see if we can find it, huh?" I purred and ran my hand over my bush.

"Shit… SHIT! Only if you promise to put your clothes back on," he demanded, as I fingered my wet pussy.

"I can't promise anything. How ‘bout I finish up what I started?" I whispered and edged close to him.

"It's hard to drive like this," he said, as I pressed my naked jugs on either side of his strong arm.

"It is? Let's see how hard," I said, trying to undo his pants. "Paul, I want to suck it Baby. I need to taste you, please?" I asked, as we pulled back into the Grove.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He warned.

I nodded, "Isn't it something YOU want too?" Exasperated, he gave up and lay his head back against the seat.

Quick as a wink, I unbuckled his pants and unzipped them. "Doesn't Mary Ellen like to kiss your dick?" I wondered and whipped his thick boner out.

"No; she says it's disgusting – and, by the way, its called a cock," he corrected me, while I jacked the entire length of his smooth, circumcised cock.

Feeling his fingers running through my long blonde locks, I took his sturdy tool in my mouth. This time I didn't rush things. "God, your cock tastes so good," I said and licked the full length of it, from all sides.

"Baby, where did you ever… I thought you were a virgin, Barbie," he added excitedly, as I took more and more of it in my mouth.

"That's a situation I hope to remedy soon," I whispered between breaths.

"Oh God, that's it Baby! GOD, that feels good!" He announced, as he slowly forced my head down to take more into my throat. I felt a tickle, as if I would gag. Spreading my jaws wide, I fought the urge to gag and took another inch or two. "Holy shit! Yeah Baby, take it all!" He prodded, as his cock filled my throat. Feeling his hand on my ass, then his fingers teasing my pussy, I was compelled to swallow him totally. I felt his pubic hairs on my lips and reached to fondle his balls.

My lips pulled my mouth close to the very base of his cock, as his expert fingers found their way into my virgin hole. My throat finally relaxed around the full girth of his manhood and I sensed it begin to throb. I hadn't figured I was ready to take his load this way, but those talented fingers were sufficiently distracting. My other so-called boyfriends had yet to take me to a complete orgasm, but this man was having no problems. Pulling my hair, Paul's deep moans were now primal grunts. It was all I could do to breathe through my nose, as his cock expanded and erupted deep in my throat.

"OH GOD! CHRIST! I… I NEVER! Holy Shit!" He exclaimed, as his body tightened and shook. Blasts of his hot juices filled my gullet, like drinking liquid lead, without actually tasting it. Grabbing the base of his blaster, I eased my head back and got my first taste of his cum. God it is so yummy; not sweet like precum, starchy but not at all disgusting (as Mary Ellen imagined). I liked it. I liked the smell and slimy texture of it. Most of all, I loved Paul's reaction. If this was any indication of what sexual fulfillment was like, than I wanted more. 

I couldn't have craved his cock more at that moment. Whether it was adrenaline or pure lust, I lost myself in wanting him. Jacking the reduced length of his drenched semi-erect man meat with one hand, I took it back into my mouth. My free hand slid between my tight athletic thighs, to attend to my totally lubricated pussy. To say I was ready for him to take me would be a gross understatement.

"Paul, I want you so bad! Please Baby," I pleaded between sucks.

Gently pulling my head up to meet his, I kept a tight pumping grip on his cock. "I know Barbie. I want you too. However, I do believe some turn-about is only fair," he winked. I was either so far gone or just plain too dumb to comprehend what he meant, as he laid me out on the rolled and pleated split seats. Spreading and raising my legs to rest on his shoulders, it finally dawned on me what he might be up to. For months my fantasies had focused entirely on sexually pleasing him. It had never occurred to me what a man could offer, beside the obvious.

"God Baby, you are so damn beautiful," he charmed me. Watching him effortlessly raise my pelvis, I gasped as he kissed and licked my inner thighs. "He surely wouldn't…" Then, as natural as taking a breath, his mouth disappeared under my trim tummy, while his tongue slid just inside my labia. His experienced tongue wove its way slowly inside and up my slit. My mouth and eyes opened in awe. His unexpected exploration of my vulva proved to be impossible for me to relate to. As his tongue circled my clit, I felt his fingers gently pry apart my tender lips. Absolutely nothing in my life to that point had prepared me for the sheer delight of his touch.

Paul's lips, tongue, fingers all worked together in a divine harmony to create a singular sensation of indescribable pleasure. My mind and body writhed with emotion, trying to deal with such undeserved feelings. As my first orgasm flooded through me like a twenty-foot wave, I glimpsed the true meaning and expression of every love poem or sonnet I'd ever misinterpreted. The art and music appreciation classes I had up-to-now simply tolerated were instantly transformed into little keys into my heart. Tears welled up in my eyes as part of me realized how beautiful yet brief, fragile and futile the whole human experience is. Was this Nirvana or just your average, everyday rapture? Every crass or cornball reference to the sex act dissipated like sand seeping though my hands. What a tremendous gift sensuality is, and to receive it from my uncle. 

All these complex feelings and desires, and he had yet to fuck me. My gift giver wasn't pleased with giving me just one orgasm. With all my weight concentrated on my sore neck, I grasped his head. Pulling my boobs and smothering his face in my bush, he quick-licked my clit to another explosion. Taking a series of short breaths, I braced myself for a third round, when he ceased and lowered my legs on either side of him.

"God Paul, put it in me now! I need to feel your hard cock inside," I urged, knowing I wouldn't feel complete without it. 

Fondling my tits and pussy as he shed his shirt, I marveled at his perfect physique. I breathed a long, appreciative sigh, as he dropped his pants and shorts. His face reflected the same degree of desire and anticipation I felt. My hand joined his to stroke his long cock, just inches from my pussy. With my chest heaving, I drew him closer with each rhythmic breath. Laying my head back, I arched my torso and felt the thick head of his revived erection parting my lower lips. Closing my eyes, I left any conscious thoughts of propriety and morality behind. I sensed glimmers of light flashing across my closed eyes. For a few seconds I wondered if the moon was bright enough to play such tricks. When Paul's penetration came to a screeching halt, I knew it was no natural phenomena. 

"And, what do we have here?" Came a stranger's voice, then a full burst of light blinding me.

"Shit, damn," Paul cursed, backed away and reached for something to cover up with. Laying naked in the front seat, I used an arm to cover my chest, while the other hand went to shield my eyes from the patrolman's obnoxious flashlight.

Paul finally threw me my jacket, as I scrambled to sit up. The officer's voice was uncomfortably familiar; Officer Daley. It had to be tall, blond, Redford-hunky Daley. Paul and I sat like a pair of trapped rats, while the 30-year-old cop silently scanned the rest of the car for booze. Satisfied that we were only guilty of over-exposed heavy necking, the officer opted to give us the token lecture.

"You know I could take you both in?" He asked rhetorically.

"Yes Sir," my uncle respectfully replied, as I heard the embarrassment in his voice. I knew from hearing the word "could," the cop was going to let us off and felt an instant relief.

I found my panties and, holding the jacket close to my bosom, I wiggled back into them. Daley continued to admonish Paul with references to our parents and what a scandal it would be. I pulled my jacket on and pulled my mini skirt back up over my hips, while Paul got dressed. After giving Paul a healthy dose of guilt, Daley strode around to my side to address his remarks to me.

"Is that yours?" Daley asked, shining his light on my halter top in the back seat. I nodded and squeezed out a blushing half-smile. "Well, you best put it on," he advised. I reached back and grabbed it, wondering how I could put it on over my jacket. Obviously, I couldn't.

"Do you mind?" I asked, figuring he would turn away. He didn't and seemed quite content in watching me figure out how to deal with the predicament. 

So, it was a free show he wanted. If he wasn't so damn attractive I would have balked. "Okay, I guess there's only one way to do this," I smiled up at him and unzipped my jacket. Slowly pulling my arms out, I made sure to shake my bare tits at him. Taking my sweet, seductive time, I raised the halter over my head and tied it from behind. Reaching inside to adjust each of my melons, I let out a few tiny moans, before sticking my chest out for his approval. Shaking my long blonde hair, I watched him adjust his package.

"Happy?" I said, with a devilish smile.

The cop shook his head with a smile and warned us, "Now don't let me catch you two back here."

Uncle Paul turned over the ignition, as Daley made his way back to his cruiser up on the main road. "God, I wonder how long he watched us?" I remarked. 

"Damn pervert; he probably saw the whole thing," replied Paul, as we pulled out of the Grove. A few miles down the Lower Creek Road, Paul pulled onto my folks' gravel road. "Actually, it's probably good that he caught us – before, you know…" he admitted, with a sense of relief.

"You think so?" I said, rubbing my hand over his crotch.

"Hey now, cut it out!" He yelled and yanked my hand away.

Pulling up to our farm house, it was plain to see my uncle was eager to count his blessings and get me out of the car. I was still horny as hell and pissed that Paul wasn't as daring as I expected. Pulling myself upstairs, Officer Daley's handsome features flashed through my head. I would have to find a way to repay him for his confidence – some day, somehow. However, first things first; I still had to have Paul fuck me. That, I believe I had figured out.




First Time Fun on the Farm Pt. 01



Continued in Part 2 of 3 



First Time Fun on the Farm Pt. 02



Chapter 4: Let's Do Lunch

Whoever could have thought that a pair of old overalls could ever be sexy in 1965? Probably nobody, unless they saw me in them. Every farmer (male and most females), at every age wore Osh Kosh B'Gosh overalls. Like a pig in a poke, turkey in the straw or Howdy-do – some things are a given. I was particularly given to wear Osh Kosh, the shorter and tighter the better.

That's what I had on the following Wednesday, as I headed out for a horse ride around noon. The bright, early September day was particularly warm. Pulling the horse to a walk, I unbuckled the built-in Osh-Gosh suspenders and took my top off. Bouncing on Shadow with my bared boobs next to the jeans, my nipples hardened. That was just a small part of my devious plan, as I caught sight of a secluded path to the Grove up ahead. The sun was directly overhead, as I spied Uncle Paul underneath a large oak tree having lunch.

"Well, isn't this a surprise! How did you know I…" he started, as I dismounted Shadow and pulled a blanket from behind the saddle.

"You should have never mentioned where you had your lunch, if you didn't want company," I smiled, spreading out the long blanket roll next to him. "Or, maybe you'd rather be left alone?" I asked coyly.

"No, I'm ALWAYS glad to see you Barbie!" He emphasized, but was hesitant to join me on the blanket. "You're looking particularly scrumptious. Working on your tan?" he added, noticing my partially exposed boobs and long legs.

Ignoring his triviality, I sat down and leaned back to take in the diffused sunlight blocked by the huge limbs overhead. "No, actually I was hoping we could finish what we started last Friday," I nervously blurted out and undid both suspenders. Paul cleared his throat, while I wasted little time in stripping out of my overalls.

"I – I don't think… you know what Daley said, if he ever caught us? Besides, I just think its wrong!" He lamely offered, watching my every seductive move.

Seeing my naked form in the light of day, he was clearly at odds with himself. "So, this doesn't interest you in the slightest?" I asked, feeling up my boobs and spreading my legs.

"I didn't say that. God, you're driving me crazy!" He fidgeted to adjust his boner, while I turned over on all fours to show him my wet pussy. A few strong gusts of wind flew through the secluded grove, partially covering the sound of Shadow's snorts and the creek bed from beyond. Turning my head back to gauge his interest, I was pleasantly delighted to see he had unzipped. Watching him casually stroking the formidable object of my desire really got my juices going. I fingered and teased my pussy, all the time keeping a safe distance from him to heighten the drama.

"Don't ya just want to fuck me, huh?" I challenged and leaned closer, licking my lips at the sight of his full erection.

"Well, if you don't, I know who can!" Cried a voice from beyond the tall oaks.

"Shit! I can't believe this!" I uttered, pulling the blanket up around me. "Who the fuck is THAT?" I yelled at Paul.

My uncle was just as startled by the foreigner's voice, as he quickly zipped and stood up to confront the stranger. Paul instantly recognized José Martinez, slowly stepping from behind the old tree. "You bastard José. What the hell are you doing here?" Paul shouted.

"See, I think your brother would like to know what you two are doing here, don't you?" The smiling Mexican asked, as he ambled closer to us. 

"He's a part-timer working for your dad this summer. Don't worry, I'll take care of him," Paul whispered to me.

"I think I'd rather have your brother's daughter make that choice, hmm?" He said, moving uncomfortably close to me. Paul immediately shoved the shorter, but well-built man back a few feet. He lost his balance and fell down. Still smiling, he brushed himself off and got to his feet. "Why do you treat me that way? Aren't you afraid of what your Pappa will think about this?" He asked. I shamefully lowered my head, knowing we were about to be blackmailed.

"What are you talking about, you crazy asshole? I suppose you think he would ever believe you," Paul reacted to the implication.

"Shhh Paul. José wants something, don't you José – something to keep you quiet, right?" I surmised, tilting my head to see the Mexican's expression.

"She's a smart girl! She is a very beautiful woman, but smart too," acknowledged José, taking a few steps closer to me. "See Paul, I think she likes me too," he added, reaching down to run his weathered hands through my hair.

Paul was expectedly pissed and tried to stand between us. Knowing that any confrontation was futile, I held him back and let José continue to stroke my hair. The dark tanned Mexican, probably in his early thirties, sported a thick mustache and was not unattractive. Though his intentions were less than honorable, I leaned my head into his hand.

"You know Paul, if I had a good looking woman like this; if she was nice to me, I would keep all kinds of secrets," he said, pulling my blanket away. My uncle gritted his teeth and fumed, as my eyes indicated for him to back off. Shaking his head in silent rage, he backed off and plopped down on a nearby stump. 

Wrapping his fingers around my locks, José forced me up to my feet. Silently standing naked in front of the stranger, I began unbuttoning his shirt, as he lifted and fondled my boobs. I undid his belt and pants, letting them fall. Reaching inside his shorts, I took hold of his rigid cock while he tried to kiss me. "Oooh, that feels good, Baby," he whispered, holding my head still to kiss him.

Taking his tongue in my mouth and knowing Uncle Paul was watching us surprisingly turned me on. I tugged and yanked his sturdy dick harder, as our kiss deepened. "You know what would feel even better, don't you Baby?" He asked. I nodded, pulled his shirt off, shook my hair back and lowered myself down his torso. Ripping his shorts down, I took hold of his cock and stole a quick look at Paul. Embarrassed at first, he glanced away, then slowly brought his eyes back to focus on mine. I guessed José's thinner tool to be about seven inches, as my mouth opened to suck it.

"Yeah Baby, suck that fucking cock," José commanded. I hummed and moaned, while taking the entire length of his hardness into my mouth and down my throat. Having already sucked Uncle Paul's thick nine-inch monster, this was considerably an easier chore. After only a few minutes, I was comfortable with the hot Mexican force-fucking his full cock in and out of my mouth. So comfortable in fact, I looked forward to tasting his sperm.

"No, no, you bitch. Don't you dare!" He yelled, grabbing my head, as my throat muscles flexed around his throbbing prick. "No way I passing up a chance to fuck that sweet little pussy," he announced and pulled my head off his cock.

"But I, I can't…"

"You can't what, Baby?" He said, dropping to his knees. Sitting back on my ankles, he pulled my legs out from under me. I slowly laid back on the blanket, while he spread my legs.

"Paul?" I begged, turning my face to plead for help. José was on top of me in a heartbeat and edging his erection into my pussy. Paul's face filled with lust and seemed content to offer me no more than a shrug, as the stranger raised my legs. This was happening way too fast.

"Damn girl, you got one tight pussy," he mumbled, forcing more of his meat into my virgin hole.

"Ouchhhh!" I yelled, while tears welled up and tumbled from my eyelids.

"What is it? What's wrong…," the Mexican stopped. "Hey Baby, you still a virgin," he realized.

I closed my wet eyes and nodded, knowing the deed was already done. My cherry was popped. Taking a deep reconciling breath, I counted my blessings. At least I was on the pill. José must have had a pang of guilt and started to withdraw.

"Hey Poncho, you're not planning on pulling out now!" I claimed, wrapping my legs tight around him.

"But…"

"But nothing! The hard part is over. The damage is done. Time to finish me, Baby," I demanded.

"Maybe tomorrow. Got to get back to work. Don't want your Daddy to fire my ass. You come back tomorrow and maybe you be ready for me," he laughed and pulled his limp tool out.

I sat up and felt my juices flowing. Looking down, I realized the blanket was stained with my blood. I couldn't decide whether I was pissed more at the intruder for taking advantage of me, my uncle for whimping out, or for not getting properly laid – either which way, I was pissed. 

"Now what do we do?" Asked Paul, handing me my clothes.

"I don't know about you, but it seems I don't have a choice. I guess I'll be back tomorrow, unless we want José to squeal on us," I shrugged and pulled up my overalls.

"There must be SOMETHING we can do. This is ridiculous. I'll be back too. No need for you to go this alone," Paul tried to sympathize.

"Well that makes me feel a little better," I pouted, as he gave me a tender hug.

That night seemed longer than most, as I tried to figure a way out of this mess. It was hopeless. I resigned myself to being this crazy Mexican's sex slave, until Paul and I came up with a solution.

Chapter 5: No Way Jose

Dressed more conservatively in jeans and cotton blouse, I dejectedly headed out the next day. The closer I got to the Grove, the more nervous I got. Letting go of the reins I took a chance that somehow Shadow would lead us another way. Slowing to a slow walk, he stayed on yesterday's path. "God Shadow, you were my last hope out of this; you're fucking worthless," I sighed.

Paul and I traded subdued salutations, as he helped me down from the saddle. For some reason, Paul was all smiles, as I took a seat on the hood of the Impala. "What are you so happy about?" I asked, as he sat next to me.

"Oh nothing in particular. It's just a nice day, don't ya think?" He smiled and reached over to unbutton my blouse.

"Sure, I suppose," I replied, watching his fingers continue their task. "So, where's our little friend?"

"Don't know. I haven't seen him. Maybe he won't show," said Paul, going for my jeans, as he leaned in for a kiss.

God, he was a good kisser. I quickly lost myself in his charms all over again. Our tongues played tag, as he pulled my blouse and bra off. After grappling with his shirt, I undid his jeans and completely lost whatever worries I had about the Mexican. Paul was hot for me and I certainly wasn't going to deny him. Without a word or hesitation we stripped each other. I broke away from our sloppy kissing to go for the blanket. He came up from behind, before I even got to Shadow. Wrapping his arms around me, his hard cock slid down my ass crack and between my legs.

"Oh God Paul," I got out, as he bent me over at my waist.

"I've waited long enough for this," he demanded, holding me over. Reaching for his rock-hard cock, he edged it between my tender lips. Without considering whether I was adequately lubricated, he forced his dick into my pussy. Grabbing hold of my hips, without an ounce of foreplay, he thrust his rigid cock deeper inside me.

"OH GOD!" I yelled, trying my best to withstand the pain.

"Yeah Baby, take it all! You love it don't you?" Paul commanded and filled my vagina with his long, dry pole.

"Yes, yes Paul. I love it," I lied and cringed, as he began pumping back and forth.

Finally, after about eight or ten of his long thrusts, my juices started flowing. What had started as nothing more than exquisite pain soon turned into pure pleasure. Feeling my warm wetness coating his tool, his hips went into overdrive. Like a perfectly oiled piston, his mature cock raced in and out of my young hole. "Now this is what fucking is all about!" I thought and countered his deep groans and penetrations with my own moans and gyrations. "Wow, I could get used to this real easy," I imagined about the time his hands gripped my hips.

"FUCK – FUCK!" He screamed and came to a screeching halt. With his cock firmly imbedded deep in my pussy, I felt the first warmth of his ejaculate. As his meat throbbed and filled me with cum, I sensed his pelvis quivering against my ass. "Yeah Baby; take it all," he implored and released another short load.

In the timing of events, I was still maybe a few minutes away from my orgasm and prayed he would take me there. Sorry to say, it was not to be. Once he was spent, he pulled it out, cleaned himself and started to dress. I turned around and went to him for a kiss or something. Instead I was greeted with less than open arms. Any other time, my uncle was so tender and caring. Now it was like I was just another conquest or worse. Considering my inexperience in love-making, I rationalized it must be some macho guy thing. Oh well.

"So, what do you suppose happened to José?" I asked, pulling my clothes back on. 

"How should I know?" Paul answered defensively. "I guess you were looking forward to fucking him too?"

"NO! Nothing like that. I just wondered," I stated.

"I don't know. Maybe his green card ran out or some shit," my uncle shrugged.

"Hmm, maybe so," I said, somehow suspecting Paul had something to do with the situation.

We finished dressing and I stole a quick kiss from Uncle Paul before he hopped in the Impala. As he drove off, I couldn't help but think, "Wham-bam, thanks asshole!"

Continued in Part 3 of 3



First Time Fun on the Farm Pt. 03



This is a seven chapter saga divided into three stories, due to the overall length.

Chapter 6: Mary Ellen's Coming Out Party

"Damn, I hate taffeta!" I remarked, squeezing myself into the hand-me-down prom dress.

"Oh shut up Barb and let me fix these," bitched my older sister, straightening the broad straps over my shoulders. "The way you fill out this old thing, people will never guess I ever wore it," she grimaced. 

"I still don't know why I can't get a new gown. I mean, it's the last dance of my senior year!" I pouted, glaring at the floor-length blue gown in the mirror.

"Don't ask me; ask Mom" Jean mumbled.

"Hey Babs, you look great – kinda like Jean, except with a figure!" Chided Butch, poking his chest out in the doorway to our room.

"Get out of here you shit!" The older, flat-chested Jean yelled back at my brother. "What time is Tommy coming?"

"He should be here any minute," I replied, wishing it was anybody but Tommy taking me the last dance.

It had been three months since Uncle Paul fucked me and the way he acted that day I decided to stay away from the Grove. Since I hadn't heard from him, I assumed I must have done something wrong. Considering he was a relative, I figured not seeing him was a mixed blessing. I knew a relationship with him would never work out, but I sure missed that glorious cock in my pussy.

Always punctual, Tommy arrived exactly at 8:00 pm and we were soon off to the dance. Tommy and I were no longer really an item. It was more a matter of convenience that he escorted me as his date. Almost as soon as we arrived Tommy was off with his buddies, most likely spiking the punch or up to some sort of immature activity. I loved to dance and soon had enough partners to pick from. 

I was generally having a good time, but kept glancing over my shoulder, in hopes of seeing my Uncle Paul show up. He never did. As time wore on, my dance partners paired off with other girls, leaving me on my lonesome. That's when I caught sight of Mary Ellen standing guard by the punch bowl. Walking toward her, I immediately saw how tipsy she was, as she teetered from one side to the other.

"Hi Barbie; see you finally ran out of guys," she laughed.

"Hi Mary, yeah it seems so. Where's your date?" I asked.

"Didn't bring one. Actually, I was hoping Paul would bring me, but he was busy," she claimed.

"I see, that's too bad," I commiserated and poured myself some spiked punch.

"I see Tommy's on the loose," she commented, pulling her strapless gown up.

"Yep, I'm afraid he's a lost cause," I smiled, as Bobby Hatfield started singing Unchained Melody.

"Looks like it's just you and me then," she manufactured a smile and put her hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah well, I think I need to find another way home," I said ignoring her foggy state.

"Hey, I've got my car, if you need a lift?" She offered.

Scanning the room, Tommy was no where to be found and I was ready to go. I agreed to go with Mary Ellen, under the condition that I drive. She eagerly agreed and we slipped out of the school auditorium unnoticed.

"The first thing we need to do is sober you up, don't you think?" I suggested, as Mary's taffeta gown slid across the car seat uncomfortably next to me.

"Whatever you say Honey; you're in charge. You don't mind if I call you Honey do you?" She cooed, running her hand through my blond locks.

"Jesus, you ARE fucked up," I said, pulling her hand away and starting the car. Pulling out the parking lot, I wondered if I shouldn't just drop her off and line up another ride. As I contemplated that idea, I saw her reach into the glove box. Pulling out a silver flask, she threw off the chained cap and took a healthy swig.

"Yeah I'm gonna get all fucked up tonight and so are you!" She shot back and shoved the flask at my face.

"That's it; I'm taking you home!" I stated and looked to turn the car around. 

Suddenly I heard a snap and turned to see she was holding a knife in her left hand inches from my face. Lowering the 4-inch switchblade to my neck, she had my frozen attention immediately.

"No such thing Honeychild. You're taking us to the Grove, so I can get fucked!" She demanded and held the blade point next to my throat.

"Okay, Okay Mary – just take it easy. Whatever you say," I whispered.

"That's more like it. Now here, have a drink," she said tipping the flask next to my lips. I opened my mouth and took a mouthful of Bourbon. Suppressing a cough, I drove on, as the whiskey burned its way down my throat.

"This is all your Uncle's fault you know?" She slurred. "Yeah, I was all ready to have him take me – to FUCK me… and instead he fucks YOU!"

"B-but…" I started.

"But NOTHING! I know all about Paul and you. You and your big t-tits," she stammered. "You should let everybody see those fucking things, shouldn't you?"

Gripping the steering wheel, all I could manage was a slight nod, as my eyes tried to focus on the road ahead. "Yeah, let everybody see what a big-titted whore you are," she added and brought the blade down my throat to whack off the straps of my gown and under slip. "Ah, see how your boobs hold up that gown so nicely? You really should go strapless," she purred and took hold of my crescent neck collar and sawed straight down through my dress and slip, between my cleavage to my stomach. Ripping the ruined fabric aside, she exposed me.

"Oh God, they are magnificent!" Mary ogled and played with each one like they were slinky toys. I let out a desperate sigh, as we passed under the last overhead lights at the edge of town. She apparently thought I was enjoying her fondling and leaned down to kiss my nipples. "You like that don't you Honey?" She asked and kissed my other boob as well. I had no reply. 

"Please Mary, I…"

"What, that's not how Paul does it? Is that it? You probably like it a little rougher don't you? I'm sorry," she added, gripped my tit hard and sucked my nipple as deep as she could. My foot bore down on the accelerator, as I shifted in my noisy gown. I desperately tried to refocus on the road, but felt my juices start to flow.

The unnatural act she forced on me extinguished the fear. Now, more than anything else, I was pissed. I was even more pissed off that my own body was betraying me. What she was doing felt fucking great – damn it! Making believe I had her scrawny neck in my hands, I tightened my grip on the wheel, as my chest heaved in rhythm with her sucking. 

I glanced down to see the knife still in her left hand pointing toward my face. There was no way of taking the blade, without her knowing it. Licking my lips to satisfy my dry mouth, Mary's eyes caught me. She ceased her sucking, sat up and brought the knife next to my throat again. "Did that make you wet Honey? It sure made me wet," she said, running her tongue in my ear. "Why don't you show me? Show me how wet you are," she commanded and poked the knife point ever-so-slightly against my throat.

Taking a short swallow, I reached down to gather up my long gown from my right leg. Once I had it hiked up above my knee I did the same with my left hand. That's about the time I cursed my sister Jean for talking me into wearing hose and a garter belt, instead of pantyhose. Squirming as little as possible, I hiked up the dress high enough to expose my bare thighs and white silk panties. I sucked in a gust of air, as Mary's right hand disappeared under my dress.

"Let's just see what… well, isn't that interesting?" She said, roughly reaching inside my panties. "You don't suppose that could be perspiration?" She asked, running her hand over my wet mound. 

Thank goodness I turned her car onto the Grove road at that point, or I would have surely hit a tree. Since the prom was still going on the Grove was completely vacant. I stopped the car and turned off the ignition, as her boney fingers started probing my pussy.

Only inches from my face, her eyes tried to focus and take in my expressions. After she'd penetrated me with two fingers, it was obvious beyond any doubt, she was lesbian. To say this was foreign territory to me would be another huge understatement. Considering the sharp blade still at my throat, I opted to appease her with an approving moan.

"Yeah Baby, see how good that feels. You don't need that nasty fucking cock do you?" She simmered and licked her lips. I shook my head ever so slightly. "Unzip me Baby. God you're so hot!" She purred, as my hand went up her back and undid her zipper. As I slowly pulled it down, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over my tightened lips. Swallowing every bit of repulsion, I closed my eyes and ran my hand inside the back of her dress. My other hand left my death grip on the wheel to meet hers at my pussy. I spread my legs further apart and prodded her to insert another finger, when I felt the knife leave my throat.

I hoped that I had adequately distracted her, but feeling the switchblade on my lower lip told me otherwise. At least it was no longer on my jugular vein. As she ran the flat blade across the length of my lips, I couldn't imagine just what this drunken bitch would do next.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to taste these lips," she whispered and gently forced my lips to open. I opened my eyes briefly as her open mouth closed on mine. Digging her fingers deeper into my pussy, I felt her tongue on mine. Having no idea where the knife was, I opened my mouth wide to accept her disgusting kiss. My dry mouth was soon coated with the mixture of whisky and saliva.

"God, just make believe it's a man… it's a man and I can get through this," I repeated in my brain.

No such luck. Her too-sweet perfume, those full tender lips and even her touch were overwhelming. When her fingers found my clit it was like she lit a candle. Woman, man, whatever, I was on fire. Without regard for the weapon, my head flew back against the seat breaking our sloppy kiss.

"OH GOD, OH GOD!" I screamed with my eyes squinted to somehow make believe this wasn't happening. 

"Yeah Baby; let it happen. Come for me Baby," I heard a voice say, then she covered my mouth with hers again. My left hand left my lap to soothe her face, while my right hand pulled her dress off her shoulder.

"Please, PLEASE I'll do anything you want, but PLEASE don't stop," I begged between breaths.

"Anything?" Mary Ellen asked, lightly taunting my clit with her fingers.

"YES GOD, ANYTHING; just make me come!" I yelled and pulled her mouth back to mine.

"Okay then. Let's get you out of that dress," she instructed and leaned me forward to unzip my gown. She had my zipper half the way down when it stuck.

"Damn it! Here, I'll do it," I said with the shaky voice of frustrated anticipation. 

She backed away to strip off her clothes as I quickly wiggled out of my dress. By the time I threw my tattered taffeta gown in the backseat, she was down to her panties, garter and hose. Watching her kneel up to pull her panties down, I reached under my slip and inside my panties to keep the fire burning.

"You said anything, right?" She asked again, while she pulled my slip up and off. I nodded shyly. "Good, I just wanna make sure," she said and yanked my panties down. "We won't need these silly things will we?" She stated. Throwing my wet panties behind her, she casually threw my slip out the window and giggled. I tossed my long hair back, cautiously returned her laugh and ran my hands down her skinny arms.

As we knelt facing each other, she made a quick tour of my torso with her hands. She must have sensed my pulse pounding a mile-a-minute, as she brought her right hand once again between my legs. Slightly spreading my legs, I was soon rewarded with the same three fingers worming their way inside my wet pussy. Never being exposed to another girl like this, I had no idea what the expected protocol might be. Should I return her gestures or just let her do her thing? I opted to wait things out. Which was just as well, as her fingers soon had me on the brink of orgasm.

"Oh yeah, that's IT; right there," I whimpered, grinding my pelvis against her tiny hand. My hands shot out to grab her arms, as those boney fingers trapped my clit.

"I want you to fuck me Barbie?" She whispered in my ear, while long fingers raced up and down against my exposed nub.

Opening my eyes to hers, my open mouth couldn't speak. Gripping her shoulders all I could manage was a few nods. Knowing I was mere seconds away from coming, I somehow focused on moving my hands down her arms and over her bare hips. I tried to catch my breath as my right hand found her hairy patch. Working up the courage to return her favor, I felt my juices seeping from me. 

"No Baby," she said, pulling my hand away. "Fuck me with your tongue," she purred and ran her tongue over my lips.

I returned her comment with a facial expression she must have read as lust. Actually I was lost. Without a second to spare, she withdrew her drenched fingers from me and had me lie down. Before I had even the slightest chance to contemplate what was to come, she had crawled on top of me, with her bare, boney ass in my face. Within another few seconds, she forced my legs apart. Now she parted my tender lips with four fingers and began fucking me. My sudden initiation into the art of lesbian lovemaking was nearly complete. 

I stared up at the task before me. A task I surely had never ever considered, but was none the less obliged to perform. Letting my right leg drop to the floorboard, I brought my hands up and around her boney butt. Once she felt my hands on her ass, she sat up and reached around to part her outer lips. The musky scent of her pussy filled my nostrils, as I ran my tongue inside her slit. When my tongue probed her hole her hand thrust hard inside me. I started to come, finally. It became obvious that a give-and-take procedure was in order. The deeper I plunged my tongue into her pussy, the more action I received from her hand. 

"Fuck my pussy – FUCK IT!" Mary Ellen yelled, while my tongue flew in and out of her tight hole.

I was close to another climax and sensed she was ready for her first. Pulling her hand aside, I opened my mouth wide and sucked in her clit. Biting and tonguing it, I recalled how great it felt when Paul had done the same to me. She let out a sustained wail and froze, as I continued to suck her clit. I felt her whole body shudder, while she savored the orgasm. I thought it only fair that she return the favor and expected her to lean down and give my hot twat a nice tongue lashing. Instead, she raised up and moved her legs further down my torso to line up her ass above me.

Getting passed my revulsion of eating out another woman was one thing, but there was no way I'd have anything to do with her stinky butt. That was beyond gross! I turned my head every which way to avoid her asshole grinding into my face.

"Go on Bitch; fuck my ass! GO ON!" She exclaimed and slapped my mound.

"Ouch! No way! Stop it – STOP IT!" I commanded and shoved her smaller frame off me.

I quickly sat up behind the wheel, caught my breath and turned to catch a glimpse of her fumbling with that damn switchblade. A flash of light swept through the windows. I grabbed hold of the door handle and bolted from the car, slamming the heavy door behind me. My heart was racing a mile-a-minute, as I watched the headlights turn on to the bottom road. Hiding my all but naked self behind a clump of bushes, I heard Mary Ellen's car fire up. She had obviously seen the approaching lights and was intent on making an escape. Within seconds her lights came on and her car backed up to the main road in a cloud of dust.

When I tried to gauge the distance between her car and the other vehicle, I caught sight of my discarded slip on the ground. She wasn't about to stick around, so I ran to get my dirty, mangled white slip and pulled it on. Taking stock of my disheveled appearance, I was somewhat relieved to see at least one strap was still in tack. However, she had so surgically altered the front that I had to hold it close to cover my chest, as I made my way up to the road.

Chapter 7: Officer Daley to the Rescue

Adrenalin still surging through my veins, I got to the hardtop just as the mystery car sped by me. Tripping over my white pumps, I fell to the pavement. The black and white squad car screeched to a halt, as my pent up emotions gave way. Bawling and shivering like a baby, I sat and watched the officer approach me.

"Barbara, is that YOU?" I heard Officer Daley ask, as he shined his flashlight on me.

I never saw such a more welcome sight in my life and lunged forward to embrace his legs. Sobbing and slobbering I rubbed my hands up and down the sides his neatly creased pants.

"Hey, here now. You're Okay," he said warmly. "Come here now," he continued and reached down to raise me to my feet.

Unable to get a word out, I threw my arms around his neck and pressed my body close to his tall, muscular frame. "Oh Dan, I'm so happy it's y-you!" I wept and peppered his neck with kisses, as he held me from falling.

"Hey, you're freezing. Let's get you to the car, Okay?" He advised and slowly pried me off.

I stifled a few sobs, smiled and nodded, as he walked me back to his car. Gently shoveling me into the front seat rider's side, he shut the door and walked back to open the trunk. I heard him open his door and saw him slide in with a wool blanket. He leaned over toward me, unfolding the blanket. Still holding my slip tight to my chest, I leaned forward to let him wrap it around me. 

Our cheeks lightly touched, as he secured the scratchy fabric over my bare shoulders. Letting go of my tattered slip, my hands brought his face to mine and I kissed him full on the lips. I think it took him by surprise, but he didn't immediately pull away. After all it was nothing more than a way to say, "Thank you." That was what I had initially intended, until his tight lips relaxed into mine. He tried his best to keep working the blanket around me, but let it fall when my tongue parted his lips. His mouth opened slightly to accept my tongue, while his hand rested on my bare shoulder.

I moaned and shoved more of my tongue into his mouth and moved his hand down to my exposed boob. As our kiss deepened I urged his large warm hand to fondle me. That's when old devil propriety reared its ugly head. He backed off immediately and gathered the blanket up to cover me.

"What you need is some nice, hot coffee," he stated, breaking out of my spell. "Then you can tell me what the hell happened here," he added, reaching for his thermos.

"I'm sorry Dan. I didn't mean to embarrass you," I winked and took the warm thermos mug in both hands.

"That's okay; just tell me what happened," he said I sipped.

I started from the beginning at the dance and told him all the sordid details regarding Mary Ellen. The more I focused on exactly what she had put me through, I noticed him nervously shifting in his seat. He suggested I could press charges and he would arrest her.

"Now, tell me how she happened to cut your dress," he said.

"Oh she didn't just cut it. She ripped it open and my slip too… see," I said, shrugged off the blanket and opened my arms to show Mary Ellen's handiwork and expose my chest. "Then she made me take it off, like this," I continued. I handed Daley my half-mug of hot coffee and lowered the strap to let my slip fall. My bared chest heaved as I showed him how hard she sucked my tits. 

Handsome Dan sat mesmerized with his sexy blue eyes glued to my melons, as I pealed my slip from under me.

"You want more details?" I asked, tossing my long hair back and licking my lips.

His only non-verbal response was a nod. I turned to lean my back against the door, kicked off my pumps and raised my legs to the seat. Stretching my left foot across the seat, I nuzzled it comfortably between his ass and the seat. Spreading my hose-covered legs wide open, I dipped my fingers in my pussy. I felt something long and hard under my butt and moved to find his night stick. Pulling it from under me, I slowly ran it up and down the length of my wet slit. Dan was finding it hard to balance both mugs of coffee and keep his eyes on my seduction.




First Time Fun on the Farm Pt. 03



"Isn't there somewhere we can go, some place I can go into… more detail?" I asked and parted my pussy to insert the long thin pole.

"Yyyeah, I suppose… we could," he started, then suddenly stopped, at the sight of more headlights up ahead. Reaching down to start the cruiser, he must have forgot about the mugs and spilt the warm contents into his lap.

"Uh oh; now I've done it – damn it!" He yelled. "I'll have to go back to the station to change.

"That'll work," I muttered under my breath, while he started the steamy police car.

"You better put something on," he said with a nervous authority, as we burned rubber pealing away.

"Why? Don't you like me this way?" I curled up next to him and tongued his ear. 

"I, I'm married," he belted out, as I ran my hand down his broad chest.

"I know… so? You still didn't answer my question," I purred and felt the bulge in his pant.

"Yes," he admitted.

"Yes, what?" I asked, fiddling with his zipper.

"I think you're quite attractive, Okay? Now, don't do THAT!" He commanded and jerked my hand away.

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" I pouted and snuggled my tits into his arm.

"No, it didn't hurt."

"Then, if you find me attractive and it didn't hurt, I don't see what's wrong. I know you like my boobs. See, I remember when you saw me and Paul."

Daley sat tense as a board, focusing on the road, while I swayed my big hooters back and forth against his arm.

"You don't like my… my pussy; that's it!" I exclaimed and ran my fingers in my slick hole.

He laughed and shook his head. I brought two drenched fingers to his lips. Sliding them back and forth, I finally parted his lips. He let my fingers inside his mouth, split them with his tongue and sucked my juices.

"Oh Baby, you DO like the taste of me," I whispered, as he sucked my fingers completely into his mouth and moaned. "God, I bet you taste just as good, don't you?" I begged and felt the car slowing down.

Still sucking every taste of my pussy, he quickly unbuckled his pants and unzipped. I tore my fingers from his mouth, leaned in and opened my mouth fully on his. We came to an abrupt stop, as my tongue explored his mouth. Shifting the tranny into park, his hand went to work on his cock. I lowered my hand to feel the meaty head of it covered in precum, while our kiss shifted into overdrive.

"Taste me now Darlin'! Oh God Barb!" He yelled, breaking away from our kiss.

Quick as a bunny, I went down on him. Opening my mouth, I grabbed his thick ready cock, just as it shot a long stream of cum into my mouth. Pumping and sucking his sturdy swollen dick, I was rewarded with another full burst. Swallowing every ounce I could, I felt his hand on my head.

"Oh FUCK! OH GOD, you're so fucking good. Take it all Darlin', yeah!" He pleaded in the sweetest of voices.

"No problem there," I thought, extended my tongue and forced more of his hardness down my throat. "God damn, he tasted delicious!" His starchy load was much creamier and thicker than my Uncle's. Trying to sustain his powerful erection, I gripped the base and milked out a few remaining drops. "Mmmm, I like that!" I said, turning my face up to make eye contact.

He lifted my head and guided my face to his, as I continued to hard stroke his coated hardon. "That was simply incredible! You're incredible!" He said, brushing back my long hair.

I gave him my best sultry stare and ran my tongue slowly over my opened lips. Jerking my face to his, he opened his mouth and gave me the deepest sloppiest kiss ever. We continued mouth-swapping each other's juices. I felt his strong fingers expertly part my equally drenched pussy.

"God Dan, isn't there somewhere we can…" I stopped and felt myself starting to come.

"No time for that now," he said, while I thrashed wildly up and down on his hand.

He maneuvered us from behind the steering wheel, as we masturbated each other at a feverish pace. "GOD, I need you in me now!" I yelled, as reports blurted from his radio. Grabbing hold of the wheel, I quickly threw my right leg over his lap. 

I raised myself up on my knees, took hold of his head and smothered his face between my boobs. Feeling the large, rounded head of his pole at my pussy, I instantly impaled myself with it. The thickness of his mature cock filled me so perfectly I had to start riding him immediately. Our mutual moans and groans drowned out the police radio, as I rode him harder and faster. 

He yanked my head back by the hair, grabbed hold of one of my flying boobs and dug his teeth in, while I gripped his shoulders. "OH GAWD YES! FUCK ME DAMIT! FUCK ME!" I screamed and felt a wave of utter delight pour through me. Shuffling my finely toned legs, under me, I got to my feet to squat-fuck him. Dan took the hint and reached around my thighs to pull my fiery lips apart.

That extra penetration was all I needed for his 8-inch tool to take me to another screaming orgasm. That's when I felt his meat start to throb inside me. I was fully ready and willing to let it happen and ground my pussy into his groin.

"Come on Honey, I want you. I want to take all of you," I whispered and held his face. "Come on and fill my pussy with that hot cum, hmmm?" I whined, tightened my vaginal muscles and teased his lips with my tongue. 

"Are you sure? I mean…" he asked politely.

"Two things I've never missed Dan – my little morning pill and my period. Now fill me up, Stud!"

"Okay you hot little bitch. You've teased me with those huge tits and tight pussy long enough! Time you were fucked… by a real… man!" He growled with each deep thrust. "Take it! Take it ALL!" He yelled, as his fat cock spewed forth a fresh warm load of cum deep in my pussy.

"OH GOD YES! Oh it feels so fucking good!" My body tightened at the peak of another orgasm, before I started quickly hard riding him again. "More Honey; give me more!" I demanded, wanting to sustain my orgasm and his.

"That's it Darlin'. There's nothing left Baby," he sighed, as I felt his erection start to fall.

"Wanna bet?" I winked at him, climbed off and slithered between his legs, with my knees on the floorboard.

Throwing my hair behind me, I leaned down and took his waning hardon into my mouth. Running my hands up and down his upper legs, while my mouth sucked his super slick cock further into my throat. The delicious mixture of our cum trickled down my throat, while my lips opened and tightened around the base of it.

"Jesus Christ Girl, do you ever know how to suck cock!" He stated and soothed my head.

Coming up for an occasion breath of fresh air, I eyed his opened mouth look of appreciation, before swallowing his cock once again. After five or six more rounds of the same, I felt his heavy meat start to harden.

"Well look who's back among the living," I smiled and moved forward to bury his dick between my tits.

"Barb, you're simply remarkable," he chuckled.

"You like fucking my tits, don't you Dan?" I asked, sliding my knockers up and down his pole.

"What's not to like; they're so big and beautiful. I could come just looking at them."

"Really? I think I'd like to see that!"

"Seriously?" He smirked, slowly stroking his revived meat, as I leaned back.

"Yeah, show me how you stroke it. Ooh yeah Dan; I love it!" I urged him, shaking and fondling my boobs the whole time. Tugging and grabbing my tits roughly, I proudly reveled in my new sense of control. He pumped, squeezed and twisted his cock harder and faster than I would have ever considered doing. I felt my own juices starting to boil and dropped my hand to my pussy to join in mutual masturbation.

His guttural groans mixed with my moans, as he slowly but deliberately jacked his raging cock from base to tip. Cradling my boobs, I leaned in close to tease it with my hard nipples. "Oh GOD YES!" He yelled, as he drained a short load of creamy cum and painted my tits. I let him languish in the moment before taking his receding dick back into my mouth for one final sucking.

I breathed a long, reluctant sigh, as he stuffed his tempting tool back in his trousers. He asked me again if I wanted to press charges against Mary Ellen, while I gathered my torn slip and blanket around me. Considering I had just seduced and fucked the only married patrolman in two counties, I opted to forget the whole episode, if he could get my clothes back.

We headed back into town and found Mary Ellen's unlocked car parked on the street. Dan retrieved my sorry gown and panties from her back seat and drove us back out of town. I jumped in the back seat and squeezed myself back into the gown.

"Sure you don't want to slide that hot cock in my wet pussy, before I put these on?" I teased and shoved my panties in his face.

"As good as that sounds, I…no, we better get that sweet ass of yours home," Dan laughed.

"Here, you keep ‘em as a memento," I said, dropping my soiled panties in his lap.

Officer Daley dropped me off at home. I quickly concocted a story about getting crazy with a bunch of kids from the dance and ripping my dress on some barbwire. I never knew if Jean and my Mom believed my story, but I never saw that dress again. 

I taunted Daley the rest of that summer, until he fucked me twice again before I went off to college. I didn't have anything more to do with Uncle Paul, after I found out he scared the Mexican off, by threatening something about an expired green card. Mary Ellen went away to an all-girls college out East. When I saw her years later at our 25th reunion, it was obvious she had become a full-fledged lesbian. Eyeing her up and down for any sharp objects, I smiled and walked away. 

My older brother, Butch settled down and married a beautiful girl named Peggy. It wasn't until several years passed that Butch and I got to know each other "better." But THAT, as they say, is a whole other story.