0 comments/ 227270 views/ 24 favorites The Tomboy By: jaybee The year - 1835. The place - the Wild Wild West. John McNaughtin was the typical Wild Western family man - he lived on the outskirts of a sleepy town whose only trouble came from the wild hogs that sometimes ran their way. No gun slinger had ever set foot in this town, and the sheriff was a quite cheerful seventy-year old man who hoped that he he still had the star when his age became three figures. The houses were wide-spaced, and had sizeable grounds of their own. The neighborhood was cheerful and pleasant, and on Sundays, the local vicar had a full house. John McNaughtin and his wife Martha were quite happy with their lives. John had been fifteen when he had knocked up his eighteen-year old friend, Martha, but their families had been quite happy to let them tie the knot. His father gave him a small plot outside Sleepville (as the town was popularly known, its original name being buried under tons of dirt near the praire roads), and as time progressed, John was able to expand it into a sprawling farm. In spite of the vastness, though, John could manage the farm almost single-handedly, his right-hand being his beloved daughter, Georgia. The two went about almost everything together, whether it was roping calves, riding horses or mending the hedges. Martha, on the other hand, was quite content to play the housewife, waiting on her husband and daughter as they returned from a hard day's labour. Her husband's closeness with his daughter never threatened her - this fact made her proud, since she knew of other housewives who viewed their husbands' trips with their daughters' with suspicion. A part of it was justifiable, but in that sleepy town, nobody bothered even if you fucked your own daughter on the altar. As she watched John and George - as she preferred to be called - ride off into the sunset, she sighed. Her daughter, at nineteen, was a lovely vision - but at a time when she should have fallen in love with one of the local boys, George was following in her rugged father's footsteps. She was the typical tomboy, mused her mother, always wearing jeans and sweaty shirts with the top two buttons undone. This did show a lot of her ample cleavage, but Martha was sure her daughter barely recognised the fact. The girl had sharp features, inheriting them more from his side of the family than hers, and perhaps that accounted for the testosterone as well. Her face was beautiful, her blonde hair even more so, but George rarely took the effort to keep herself free from dirt, and the result was that at first glance, only her figure seemed striking. Finishing her work, Martha sat down in their living room, and turned to her journal. Halfway through the first page, her thoughts about George interrupted her, and she set the book down. As a mother, she had to admit that George's tomboyish attitude was starting to be worrying her a bit. The ultimate dream of any mother is to see her daughter accepted as a very responsible lady - and Martha was starting to fear she had failed. And then a plan occurred to her. A very interesting plan, indeed. When John and George returned home that evening, Martha had prepared a wonderful meal, but unlike other days, she insisted they wash up before they started. George was the first to have her bath, and as she came out of the toilet, her father had just a small glimpse of her naked butt as she went into her room. This was not the first instance - once, a couple of months back, John had been bathing when George rushed into the toilet to relieve herself. She had stood just a foot away from her father, babbling something about their wild-hog hunt the next day. He had caught a glimpse of her blonde tuft. As John returned from his wash, Martha led him into their bedroom. John smiled inwardly, knowing from previous experience that dinner would be cold by the time they got around to it - but he was disappointed. As soon as the door was closed, Martha turned to face her husband, a hand automatically keeping him at arm's length. "Not now, John, we need to talk - about Georgia, that is!" "Aw, honey, you know she hates that name. But somehow, I don't think that was the point you were trying to make." "You are right, that is beside the point - come to think of it, it is in fact a part of what I have to tell you. Tell me, John, have we got a daughter or a son?" "Of course, a daughter. What sort of a fool do - wait a minute, I think I see your point." John scratched his stubble thoughtfully. "What you mean is that George - I mean Georgia - needs to be more... feminine, right?" "Yup," replied Martha, "I mean, even at Church she shows up in that cowboy dress of hers - I am not embarassed by her or anything John, but don't you think she is beautiful? I don't want her to spoil her good looks on the soil - no offense, John, the rugged look suits you, but is that what we want her pretty face to become? Some muscular scowl?" John looked at his wife. The two women in his life were poles apart even in looks, but equally beautiful. Martha, as always, had a point. But the question was how to make his daughter change. After all, you don't ask her to become a woman overnight - she needs to be taught proper manners, the proper walk, how to respond to a man's touches - the last thought bothered him though. "I can see what you are thinking, Johnny, my boy. If you want to listen, I have a plan - it's not a plan as such, but under the circumstances, it's one nonetheless. Wanna hear it?" "Sure." "We get her to fall in love - and before you object, let me name him. Don't worry, it's someone who ought to meet your standards in everything. Then again, I guess he should. You see, the guy I have in mind for our daughter is YOU!" The last sentence hung in the air, until John found his voice and cut throught it. "Martha, honey, did you have too much wine?" She laughed. "That was expected. But look at it this way - we can't make her give up a way of living she so obviously loves - therefore, we have to make her love something even more. Do you remember how I had been, John - the wild carefree bird. Then I met you, fell in love... the rest, as someone in the future might say, is history. Now I am the quiet housewife who goes to Church every other day, sits at home by the hearth and knits and reads books. Oh, look what you've done to me, John!" John smiled. "Well, at least it leaves you more fresh in bed - you are still the tigress I met." Martha smiled back. "Well, it's high time you took the tiger cub for a lesson or two in these matters. Besides, I doubt if she has ever thoght of any other male than you - with the exception of Rex and Chester, but I figured I'ld rather have a human humping her. If you ask her to drop her pants, she would. So... your mission, John, should you choose to accept it, is to turn your daughter into a fine woman. The ends will justify the means, so if it means that I've to share you with her, then I guess I will start seeing more as a son." John was already shaking her head. Martha held his face inher hands and looked into the inner depths of his eyes. "Look, I am not saying you grab her right now and have sex with her - just take her out during the nights, get her to wear something more feminine, like a skirt and blouse, seduce her. Make love to her. Or if you can't do it, get someone else - although I doubt she will even give him a second glance. You are her love, John, but it's upto you how you want to receive it." For a second John deliberated his actions. Incest wasn't so taboo, and he wouldn't have to cover it up or anything - hell, it was a well-known secret that the Sheriff's third wife was his eldest daughter. The nagging doubt was about his daughter's feelings. Would she accept him - or if he failed, would she turn away from them? "Okay," he replied. A vision of a naked Georgia had made the decision for him. "I will do it." The dinner went off well, and at its end, John told George to dress up and go on a walk with him. Acting mildly surprised at the invitation, George asked her mother whether she would be accompanying them - Martha replied in the negative, saying that she didn't want to intrude on their private moments. With that enigmatic remark, she motioned her daughter to follow her into her wardrobe. She then handed over a blue dress, a thin skirt and a fluffy blouse. "take these, and wear them tonight. Surprise your dad!" After half an hour, John and Georgia were off. They were walking to the boundary of their farm, then would stop briefly at the cabin nearby, and hoped to be back in two hours' time. As they walked, father and daughter held hands - the gesture had been John's, and to his relief, she had not pulled hers away. As the darkness enveloped them, John drew her closer to him. Fresh and clean, she was definitely the vision of loveliness. Her scent teased his nostrils and her hair seemed aglow with life. She was dressed to kill, he thought. As they approached, the flash storm that was a resident of the area broke out. Both father and daughter were caught unawares, and by the time they had reached the shelter of the roof, both were drenched to the skin. The thin blouse now clung to her breasts, highlighting them for her father, and much to his dismay, the dark spot that a lightning had made visible only made it harder for him. Hurriedly, he unlocked the key, and rushed inside. In the darkness, he tripped over the rug and fell on the cot he had placed there earlier this season. He turned around just in time to see the dark image of his daughter falling on his. She was falling higher - and he felt the blouse cover his mouth as she fell over him. Instinctively, he hugged her and at the same instant, his mouth closed - on her breast! George let out a loud moan as she felt her right breast being kneaded by his lips. The hitherto unknown feeling was causing incredible sensations in her, and she felt herself get wet for the first time in her life. She made no move to get up, choosing instead to enjoy the moment for as long as she could. For a minute, nothing happened, then her father's lips started moving. Even though he was trying to tell her to get up, it had the effect of sucking her breast - and Georgia started to moan even louder. After a couple of seconds, John felt himself lose control, and he let himself go. In earnest, he started to kiss her nipple through the thin fabric. Then suddenly, she stood up. "Aren't you going to kiss me first?" She asked in a husky tone. John paused only to light a small lantern, and then moved over to his beloved lover - his daughter. The small room was sufficiently brightened by the light from the lamp, and he pulled his daughter into a loving embrace. Their lips moved closer together until contact, then as if guided by an invisible force, their tongues entered each other. They danced with each other, an exquisite kiss that, John felt guiltily, surpassed anything he and his wife had ever shared. His hands moved down to her ass and gave it a squeeze. John felt his daughter's lips press harder into his as he started massaging her bottom. Without breaking the kiss, John and Georgia moved towards the cot and laid down on it. His hands slid the blouse off her shoulders, and as she felt her breasts jump free, she felt a trembling down her spine. John moved his hands to her breast and gently started kneading them, teasing her nipples with his fingers. They were already hard and hot, and a couple of centuries later, he could have compared them to popcorn. Her hands worked deftly at his buttons - most of her shirts had been his, after all - and within seconds, she was running her hands down his hairy chest. She had seen him shirtless before, but at the moment, in their intimacy, there was a thrill in running her fingers through them. And then her fingers found his nipples. John broke off the kiss and placed Georgia on the bed, below him. He moved his head down to her breasts to pay homage to them, kissing them. The touch of his lips on her nipple was even more exciting than she had fantasised when he had first made contact through the blouse. And for the first time in her lives, she came. Her cunt was on fire, his making love making her burn from within. Automatically, a hand reached over his head and pulled him closer towards her pears, and John obliged. To him, the breasts were like sponge cakes topped with nuts - and he wanted to swallow the whole piece. After sometime, he moved over to the other breast, giving it the same treatment he had given the first one. His hands were trailing all over her flat stomach to her pussy hairs, which he started to tease by ruffling and tugging. Finally, his hands made contact with her lower lips - and Georgia came so hard that she was jerking off the bed. John started to toy with her pussy, drenching his hands with her come. As he felt his cock ready to explode, he moved his mouth upwards. His tongue, though, could not resist the expanse of her skin from her breasts to her face, and he kissed every single part of them. Even then, he remebered that it was her first time, and instead of just sticking it up inside her, he gently probed her until he reached the hymen. He pulled back just a bit, and then rammed her as fast and as hard as he could. There was a single moan of pain as she felt the tear, and then, as John started to move his stick, she began to move her hips in rhythm with his. Together, they both came, the massive orgasm being enough to knock them senseless for the time being. They fell asleep in each other's arms, his cock still inside her, their relationship heading in a new direction. John had always made it a habit to rise with the sun, but now he felt too lazy, or too intoxicated, to move. His daughter still lay on top of him, her blode hair falling about him as a sort of a veil. He had no regrets, only a slight worry that she might get pregnant - the thought of her carrying his baby made his cock twitch. Being still buried in her pussy, it had the effect of an alarm clock - it woke Georgia up. Her eyes opened briefly, then closed. After a couple of seconds, she opened them again and smiled at him. Slowly, unhurriedly, their lips met - the kiss of the perfect lovers who had all the time in the world. Their kiss was a long time in breaking up, and when they did, they just stared into each other's eyes and saw the love in them - the deepest promises. And then, he whispered, "Shouldn't we get going, honey, George? Your mamma might be waiting for us..." And she replied, in an equally conspiratorial tone, "I don't think so - perhaps, the later we are, the happier she will be." He looked surprised, so she explained, "I overheard you talking." "Naughty girl," John chided, though both of them knew he didn't mean it. "I think I like being your girl, Daddy. Maybe, one day, your wife... or at least, the mother of your child... Being a tomboy doesn't seem so ... appropriate anymore, for a mistress, does it Daddy?" she asked him sweetly. He hugged her again. "Perhaps we could convince the vicar, you know. The Sheriff will look the other way, I am sure. But as far as the farm is concerned, I still think you are the best assistant I've ever had, so you'd better accompany me everyday. Shall we leave, George?" "It's Georgia, Daddy. George is so - ugh - rough." Both of them laughed. A scurrying noise caught their attention, and they looked towards the source. Rex was standing there, towering over his six small children - puppies - and he looked quite powerless as they grabbed the pieces of cloth on the floor and dragged them away. Even before the two lovers could get up, the seven naughty dogs had squeezed through thr dog-hole in the door. "Well," John said, "It's a long way home, so we'd better start walking." "Naked???" Georgia sked incredulously, but John could see she quite liked the idea. "Sure. After all, we have to convince your mother I am the only one with the dick." And hand in hand, they walked back to their house. John carried her over the porch. And in front of a beaming Martha, they kissed, in full view of anyone who wanted to see. The Tomboy and Randy I had been riding for about two and a half hours and my stop was about three or so miles ahead. Since there was no major highway or paved road up to the lake, I'd have to walk the mile or so in. I didn't really mind, I enjoy the woods that surround the lake and it was early enough in the morning so it wouldn't be too hot. I had packed light. A sort of backpack held everything I had brought and it really wasn't too heavy. Finally I yanked the cord and the driver pulled over to the cut off. I nodded "Yes" when he asked if this was my stop, and then stepped off the bus. Actually this was a surprise visit. I mean I hadn't seen Randy in about two years and he had no idea I was coming up to the cabin. Well it wasn't exactly a cabin, it was an "A frame," and Randy was up fixing the roof for aunt Bertha. When I received the email saying that Randy was working on the place, I thought it would be a great surprise. Sort of a reunion if that's the right word for it. Randy and I had been inseparable right up to graduation. I mean I was a tomboy and he always treated me as his best friend. We always had contests going on between us, or we had some sort of dare between us. If he won, he would strut around like a rooster. That's why his nickname was "Rooster." If he lost, he was a chicken. And I suppose that was sort of appropriate in a childish sort of way. Two years ago, my mother remarried and we moved away, but the best parts of my life were when I was with Randy. We were inseparable. He was maybe a year younger than I was, but age never figured into our closeness. As children we used to make little forts together, or make a tent in the woods behind the house and camp out and share thoughts or scary stories with each other. Then as we grew older we promised that we would always stay in touch. He had been awarded a scholarship at a University and I was off to college. Actually I had a crush on him ever since grade school, but I could never let on. I guess girls mature earlier than boys because he never seemed to be really interested in me as a girl but rather as his buddy. Well I finally broke down when mom told me that we were moving away and I was frantic to stay. I even begged her to let me stay in town until I had to leave for college, but that wasn't practical. I even asked if I could stay at Randy's house but she sort of frowned on that. I was getting too well developed as a woman for that sort of thing. Randy and I had always been daring. I mean we would challenge each other to do things and that's probably how I learned a lot about guys. I would listen to the stories the girls would tell each other at parties and sort of envy them in a way. Oh most of their supposed experiences were probably fantasies but still I was curious. You know to be getting ready to leave home and go to college and have no experiences of my own is sort of a downer. Well to be honest the only times I got intimate with Randy was when we would wrestle. We did that quite a bit. I mean if he had something I wanted I'd wrestle him for it and he did the same with me. I guess as young adults that was acceptable and we would do that right up until we were separated. There were so many times that I would have him pinned down and his lips were close to mine and my small breasts were pressed against him, that I wanted to kiss him. Then I would hesitate for fear that our relationship would change. So the most I would do would be to grab his crotch and squeeze. He would always give in and laugh or something. It was rare that he would do anything like that to me though. Hell I'm not sensitive down there, not in that way. It was probably just a few days before we moved away that we were arguing over the last bottle of beer and he had me pinned under him. I grabbed for his crotch and he grabbed back. I wiggled around as he held his hand tightly clamped to my jeans, squeezing my pussy, while I tried to get away, when suddenly I got this tremendous thrill. Oh I had been masturbating occasionally for almost three or four years and I knew what it felt like to have an orgasm, but never anything like this. It was so intense that I let out a squeal and began to moan. He thought he had hurt me and quickly let go. Naturally I kept up the pretense that he had hurt me and I got the beer, but I never told him what had really happened. I went home that afternoon with the most intense need for him that I spent the next hour in the shower with my little lotion bottle. It was empty. It had been for probably a year, but it was plastic and the bottle was rather ornately decorated with swirls all around the outside. I would fill it with warm water and after screwing on the cap, I'd put the domed lid over it. It made the perfect dildo to use in the shower and no one ever suspected. I must have cum three or four times, but never as intensely as when he had grabbed me down there. I wanted desperately to have him do that to me again but I never had the chance. We left two days later. To this day I don't think Randy knows that he gave me my first real orgasm or that from that time on I began to masturbate every day while looking at his picture. I even gave a name to my little lotion bottle, my Randy bottle. I had discovered that simply by pumping it in and out while I played with my clit, my climaxes were a hundred times more intense, and I even began gasping his name out aloud each time I would cum. By now I had finally reached the lake and the house. Looking across the opening I saw him carrying a bundle of shingles around to the shed in back, and quietly came up behind him. "Hay. You a Rooster or a chicken today?" He dropped the stack of shingles and turned. I gasped. My Randy was something dreams are made of. Good looking, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. I was speechless. And I just stood there staring at his bare chest. "Elli? Oh my god have you ever changed. What happened to my little tom girl? You really filled out. I mean you have curves where there were none before. What are you doing up here?" I explained about the email and how I wanted to surprise him and decided to come up for a few days. He took my bag and holding my hand walked me into the house. Now an "A frame house" is generally one large room with a sort of loft up above. Everything is open except for the bathroom which is sort of partitioned off in one corner. He set my bag down and swung me into his arms. A bear hug sort of thing that took my breath away. I couldn't think of anything to say so I just blurted out. "Still think you can beat me in a wrestling contest?" He seemed a little bashful and sort of gasped. "Nope Elli, you win hands down. So how long will you stay? What have you been doing, married or a boyfriend? Tell me everything that's happened since they took you away from me." This wasn't my Rooster. This was a young man I had always adored and I got that old feeling again. I was having flash backs of that day at Wills river where we had skinny dipped and touched each other, and my pussy began to do that crazy twitchy dance it does when I'm excited. I wanted to relive that day again. I wanted to get him in the water again and this time let him see how well I had filled out. So I began to scheme. He took my bag up to the loft and put it on to the only bed in the place. Then returning he sort of apologized for being so unprepared and sweaty. I just looked at him demurely and made a suggestion. "You remember what we used to do at the cove in Wills River? Well, I'm pretty sticky too, so let's go skinny dipping in the lake. You gonna be a rooster or a chicken today, Randy?" He looked at me as if amazed. "Are you still into making dares Elli? You're not the same girl I knew back then. You're a young lady now. I think I'm going to be a chicken today." Awww don't let me down. I'm the same tom girl you knew back then. Just a few more curves and what the hell Randy, I don't want things to change between us, so loosen up and come on. Be my Rooster again." I guess that got to him because he nodded and took off his shoes and sox. Then stripped out of his shirt and took my hand and walked us down to the dock. We stood there each waiting for the other to go first. Finally we both began to wiggle out of our clothes. I still had my blouse and bra on so I shrugged out of them first. Then we both took off our jeans. He wore no shorts so he stood with his back to me as I stripped my jeans and panties off. He wasn't going to turn around and I sensed it. He just made a mad dash for the end of the dock and dove in. I had wanted him to at least look at me. I guess I wanted to be admired. After all, I had just taken off a bra with a C cup and my nipples were now atop breasts that were perky and full. Now, making the best of it, I dove in after him. Normally I would never feel shy around him, but now he wasn't just my pal, he was someone I wanted to make love to and I didn't know how he felt about me. I surfaced next to him and my breasts rose to the surface of the water. "Great," I thought, now my nipples were firm and quite sensitive as I deliberately brushed them against his chest. He seemed uncomfortable and began to swim away. I followed. Were we having a race, I wondered. Twenty minutes in the water and I was beginning to get numb. It was cold as hell and I wanted to get out. I swam back to the dock and heaved myself up. Now I sat there, my feet dangling in the water and my legs invitingly apart so he couldn't help but see my pussy. He didn't miss my little show but pretended not to notice, but when he heaved out of the water and sat next to me, he had already started to get a hard on. I sneaked peeks at it and so help me god it was massive. I smiled to myself and wondered, "How is he going to hide that?" I sat there staring out at the lake and started a conversation. "Remember that time when you thought you had hurt me and I made you give me that last beer?" He nodded. "Well you didn't know it but that day you made me cum right there on the living room floor. I wanted you to do it again but I wanted you to think that you had hurt me so I couldn't admit it. Actually I wanted to cum again so bad that I went home and did it to myself again in the shower. It wasn't as good as when you did it, but it was something I wanted and needed." "I still dream about that a lot when I'm alone and need to finish. I guess the first time for anything is sort of the best. You know I'm still a virgin. I haven't found anyone I want to touch me like that again. Except you, I guess. Do you ever think about those times Randy? I mean the times we spent together?" He turned and looked down at me and answered. "Sometimes I guess. I've sort of shied away from girls after you left, Mostly because all the girls I meet are sort of worldly. I mean it's a guy thing to want sex all the time, but now days, by the second date; they want to suck you off or something to show you how good they are and expect a guy to do something in return. And I don't know exactly how to please a girl and I don't want to act inexperienced. " My heart nearly beat out of my chest. If I could bring our intimacy back to where it had been, I could teach him. But I would have to handle this carefully; I didn't want to be one of those girls that he was afraid of. "Have you ever had a girl suck you off? I mean even if you never went all the way you must have let someone try it once." "No, not yet. I thought about it, but what if I couldn't stop my self and something happened? I guess I'm a chicken. And then they would probably expect me to do things to them and I don't know what to do. No I'll have to learn more before I try something like that," he mumbled. At that moment, he sort of rolled away from me and stood up. Keeping his back towards me, he struggled to get back in his jeans but nothing could hide that hard-on he had, so he walked in front of me back up to the house. I made sandwiches for a late lunch and we sat around drinking some dandelion wine that we found stashed in the shed. Someone must have laced it with some local white lightening because it was much too potent to be just wine. So that led to some more reminiscing and I kept the subject of sex in the conversation so he wouldn't balk at what I had in mind. So what do you think of me now, Rooster? Still think of me as a tom boy? Nice boobs and titties, my pussy isn't a little cunnie any longer but a full fledged cunt and my little boyish tush is a well rounded butt. Like what you see?" He nodded before I went on. "And I even keep my pussy shaved so it still looks the way it did when you first saw it." I watched him and tried to read his body language. I guess he was either getting comfortable with me, or the wine was beginning to affect him. Maybe both, but I was getting bolder and I needed to take it further, so I actually offered to teach him a few things about making love to a girl, which actually would be like the blind leading the blind. I didn't know a damn thing about things, except what I had read or tried on myself. By now it was raining out and the sun had gone down. He got up and lit the kerosene lamps and turned on the gas to the water heater. At least we'd have hot water later. He started a fire in the fire place and returned to the couch. I guess it was at that point that he realized that we might have a problem with our sleeping arrangements so he went and got his sleeping bag and put it next to the couch. "Oh no you don't Randy. Unh unh, we share. Just like in the tent. You on the right, me on the left. No arguments now, understand?" He wanted to argue, but when I started chanting, chicken, chicken, he gave in and just sat back as I poured another wine for him. A half hour later I had him in bed with me. He had insisted on wearing his shorts but he said nothing when I crawled in bed totally nude. For the better part of an hour we chatted about things we'd done together, about our pets and other cherished memories before he turned away and whispered, "good night, Elli." I had no time to waste. I was horny as hell and he was in bed next to me. I wanted him so fucking bad that my pussy was getting creamy just thinking about him. And to make matters worse, he was so damn innocent. Just like he had been so many years ago. I began to wonder. Had I avoided having affairs so far because I wanted him to be the first? Sure we had bonded and really there wasn't anything we wouldn't do for each other back then, but had anything changed? I was going to find out. I broke the pattern. I rolled over towards him and reached out and grabbed his shoulder. Tugging slightly so he rolled onto his back. "Randy? Take your shorts off for me. Please? I want to teach you something. Do it for me, please? Be my Rooster tonight, do it for me." I guess the wine had worked, or perhaps it was our closeness, but I sat up and pulled the blanket off us and had him lift up enough so I could helped him wiggle out of his shorts. Surprise... He was already semi-erect and my god he was big. I actually had to fight the urge to put my mouth over that beautiful cock. That would have been a first too. I had sort of sucked on my lotion bottle sometimes, imagining what it would be like to go down on him, but never actually done it with anyone yet. You hear all sorts of storied that girls tell about how great it is to make some guy explode in your mouth and the feeling of power it gives you when he begs to fuck you, but sometimes it's just talk and nothing more. But at that moment, it was my dream. I wanted my Randy to need me as much as I needed him. And I wanted him to go down on me and learn what needed to be done to satisfy me. I whispered. "Just hold still. I want to try something with you. Let me do it my way and you tell me how you like it. Then I want to teach you what I want, OK?" He took a deep breath, and answered, "Deal." Hell I was probably more inexperienced than he was. I watched the lantern flicker patterns of shadows across his tight abs as I held his shaft up and began to stroke it slowly. As he grew larger and larger I lost control and lowered my lips to his cock. I heard him draw a quick breath as he slid into my mouth. My first taste of a man and it was my childhood buddy. He tasted good. Well, really not much of anything in the beginning, but then my mouth began to fill with my own saliva and I began to bob my head up and down. I had one hand wrapped at the base of his cock while my other hand cupped and gently rolled his balls in my palm. He began to sort of push up. He wanted more and I began to get more excited knowing that. Now he began to ooze slippery precum in my mouth and he grew even larger and more rigid. I couldn't take him too deep without gagging but I began to take deep breaths just before I would try to get him down my throat. Three or four tries and I had learned to resist gagging and I began to alternate quick thrusts in and out of my mouth with occasional deep swallows. He was beautiful. He began to moan but tried to hold still. I was losing it quicker than he was. My jaw began to ache from holding him in my mouth so I began to take his cock out and lick it from its base to its head. Sometimes gently sucking on his balls before wiggling my tongue up along the bottom of his long cock, then slipping it back into my mouth. When he began to groan and shake I knew I had him. Quickly I let him slide from my lips and I whispered, "don't stop me Randy. I want it!" Then I returned his cock to my mouth and began to move as quickly as I could, bobbing my head up and down while swirling my tongue around the rim of its head. His voice went up an octave as he gasped. "Elli? Elli, I'm gonna shoot. Oooh god here it comes." My heart pounded, my nipples seemed to tingle and my cunt began to seep. Just knowing that he was going to cum in my mouth, was erotic beyond belief. I hadn't even thought about what I would do when he began, but instinct took over. The first jet was weak. Mostly thin and tasteless, but after that my mouth began to fill with thick ropy jets of cum. I held my tongue against the tiny slit and could actually feel each burst of the thick fluid as it continued to fill my mouth. I didn't give it a thought, I began to swallow and as my throat worked to gulp the thick mass down, I came as close to an autoerotic orgasm as anyone can. I sucked and swallowed, I bobbed my head trying to keep him cumming but it finally ended. Because he stayed firm and rigid, I began to bob my head again, hoping I could make it happen a second time, but now my jaws ached so much that I had to let him go. He reached out to me and I put my mouth to his. His tongue slid between my lips and I know he could taste what I had just tasted, his cum. For perhaps minutes we clung to each other and I ground my erect nipples into his chest. Then we separated, gasping for air. "Now you," he began. "Teach me what you want, Elli. Tell me what to do and I'll do it, I promise. I'll be good for you." I was floating. I had made him cum for me and now he needed me. Or perhaps I needed him more. I just didn't care, I wanted to cum and I needed him to make it happen. "OK, I began, just do what ever you think I would like. Surprise me. My breasts are a good place to start. Suck on my nipples, but don't bite them too hard until I tell you to, OK?" I rolled off him and lay on my back. Then the world began to dance. He began by kissing my forehead, and then he moved to my eyelids and down to my lips. I was floating. As he nibbled at my lips his hand moved to my breasts and his palm slid back and forth across my nipples, bringing them to hard, hot points of sensation that seemed to be connected somehow to my pussy. The Tomboy and Randy I was going insane. Erotic signals seemed to connect my nipples to my cunt. Now he moved to my ear, and although I'm not fond of having my ears kissed or a wet tongue dancing in them, he did everything right, and began to nibble at my earlobes. I was beginning to gasp for breath and moan. He moved his mouth down my jaw line to the hollow of my throat. Warm moist kisses were moving closer and closer to my heaving breasts. I felt his warm breath just before I felt his lips close on my nipple. I let out a low sigh and heard myself moan. His hand left my breast and slowly floated down across my tummy and hover over my puffy cunt as he continued to swirl his tongue around the pattern of small bumps that rose in my aureoles. My thighs inched further apart and he began to slowly stroke up and down the outside of my pussy. I was already getting close and found myself holding my breath before letting it out in short gasps. He was beautiful. He was playing with my body as if he could read the music in my mind. For perhaps five minutes he suckled my nipples, often dragging his teeth along their sensitive surface as he massaged my puffy cunt. I was getting creamier by the second and he began spreading its wetness until it coated his fingers and my thighs. By now my clit was actually quite swollen and I could feel it pulsating each time his fingers glanced over it. I took one last deep breath, arched my back and cried out. "YES! OH GOD YESSS, I'M CUMMING, Randy, I'm cumming for you honey. Pinch my nipples for me. Make it good for me baby!" He didn't seem too surprised, but I was. He wasn't finished with me yet. I suppose there are instances when people act on impulse, or perhaps he read my mind. It's not important, but what he did to me next couldn't have been done with more caring tenderness or erotic hunger. He moved down and placed his mouth over my pussy. As if orchestrated, he did everything a girl ever dreams of. His warm breath gave notice that his mouth was moments away from tasting me. I held my breath again and waited. His face moved closer and suddenly I felt his fingers gently press against the soft mounds of my outer lips before he spread them apart, exposing the hot pink opening hidden within. Again that warm breath just before his tongue began to flutter from the bottom of my vagina, and slowly moved upwards across my gaping pussy, continuing up and over my tiny urethra and finally over my clit. My head swam. I clutched the bedding and began to weave my hips back and forth while my ass began to clench in anticipation. Again and again he moved his face down and slowly drew his tongue up, ending by slowly kissing my clit. I was going to scream if he kept it up. He paused and pursed his lips. By pushing down he forced its sheath back so my clit was trapped between his lips. He began to sweep his tongue back and forth across its slippery nub before releasing it. When he paused, I collapsed. I was so fucking hot that my whole body was aching from the tension. That's when his imagination took a right turn. He put his index finger in his mouth and wet it. Then slowly inserted it in my pussy. Now he added a second finger and lastly a third. His fingers curled up as his thumb rested on my clit and he seemed to draw all his fingers together as if trying to bring his thumb to meet those buried deep inside me. Suddenly his wrist began to vibrate, shaking his thumb across my clit and causing his fingers to caress my G spot. I went crazy. "Yeah, oh god yeah! That way, yesss, that way Randy. Do it! OH Shit here I cum again. I'm gonna do it again Randeeeeeeeee, I'm, Ooooooooh god I'm gonna pass out." I don't know where he learned to do that, of if it was just instinct but it was fantastic and as I gasped for breath he looked at me with that questioning stare as if asking, "did I do it right?" All I could do was mumble. "Oh god boy, Oh my god Randy, put it in now. Give me your cock before you kill me. Holy shit that was fantastic. Now just fuck the hell out of me and let's finish what we should have done so many years ago. Screw me Randy. Fill me with that hard cock and pump it in and out until I feel you shoot me full of your cum. I want to finish with you and mix it all together." He was big. He was more than big, he was huge, and he stretched me wide open as he moved his cock in and out. I felt as if he were turning me inside out. It was as if some serpent were alive deep inside me and he moved in an out, in and out, over and over again until I couldn't stop my self and I screeched out to him. "Again, Cumming again. Oh shit I need it Randy. Fucking cum in me now. Do it deeper, oh yeah, like that, for god's sake baby cum with me babeee, do it now with me. Faster baby faster, I'm going fucking crazy for you!" I was amazed that he didn't finish. I never suspected a man could hold back like he did. I was spent and yet he hadn't cum a second time yet. Then he asked: Want to try kneeling for me? Or maybe you can get on top." I was too exhausted to play cowgirl with him but I crawled onto my knees and hugged the pillow in my arms as he knelt behind me. When he slid his cock up and down, searching for my cunt, I began to drool on the pillow. And when he took his first lunge forward, my breasts rocked forward dragging my erect nipples across the bedding. Oh my god he was so deep inside me by now that I could feel his thighs smacking against my butt. He worked it in and out, pausing for a second he would slap my ass with his open palm as if he were spanking a wayward child, then he would begin to drive it in and out of me again. His hands were sometimes holding my hips pulling me back on his rod, and at other times he would lean over and squeeze my breasts and nipples. I really thought I could never cum again but slowly I began to respond again and crazy things raced thru my mind. A mare being mounted by a stallion, a bull taking a heifer, a satyr ravishing a maiden in some wooded glen. All this and more. I wanted it all. I wanted to be hurt, to be ravished, to be seduced in every way possible and I wanted to be his little slut. I lifted up, straightening my arms out holding my body up for him. I swung my head back and forth as my hair was tossed from side to side. I wanted it all and I needed everything I had ever imagined. Suddenly I was lost and I heard my own voice growling commands. "In my ass! Fuck my ass! Do it Baby! I want it there too. Fuck your little slut in her ass! Fill me up with it there, Gimmeee cock Randy, I want it there too." Maybe I frightened him, or maybe he just wanted it as much as I did, I don't know but he suddenly paused, pulled out of my cunt and I felt him pressing his cock against the tiny opening. Moments later, there seemed to be a sort of, pop, more a sensation than an actual sound, and I felt him enter. It wasn't painful or anything like that, it was just different. He was already so slippery that when he began to drive in and out, the only sensation I had was the soft slapping sound of his thighs patting the cheeks of my ass. If wanton is a word for a slut who needs to be ravished, I was definitely wanton. And I was taking erotic delight in rocking back and forth, helping him thrust in deep, when I suddenly realized that I was getting that familiar feeling that I was going to cum. I moved my left hand to the center, supporting my body, as my right hand moved to my clit. It happened so suddenly and with such intensity that I thought my heart would stop beating. When Randy grabbed my hips and began to take fast short thrusts into my bowel I knew it was near the end and I was right there with him. I looked over my shoulder at him and just as he cried out, "Elli? Elli, I'm gonna shoot. Take it!" I cried back... "Yeah baby, me too! Cumming with you honey. Give me your cum now! I need it now!" I don't know how many people can say they've had it all in the matter of one evening, but I never, in my wildest dreams, felt so exhausted and satisfied as I did at that moment. I had been fucked by him, eaten until I came in his mouth, sucked his cock and swallowed his manhood and been fed. I had taken him intimately up my ass and I had heard him cry out to me. I had satisfied him as I never imagined possible and there was still tomorrow and if it were rainy again, more days of unfettered love making ahead. Sure I'm oversexed but so is Randy and he has been hand trained and knows exactly what I need. Each moment with him is another adventure and my pussy actually quivers and my body shakes when he smiles at me or touches my arm. My nipples may become tender from his loving attention and my pussy pulses from his stroking cock but it's never enough. I need him so much.