3 comments/ 86122 views/ 7 favorites Timber Mountain Delights By: Plautus69 Incest on Timber Mountain has several rules. Restraint isn't one of them. Suzie, like her siblings before her, became a woman the night of her 18th birthday. What followed was more and more sex. Free and easy are the words she uses to describe the sexual activities of her family. * Prolog My name is Malcolm Hargrove. My vocation is that of a writer. Portions of some of my works are a bit of an erotic nature. I don't fully understand what it is about me and my vocation that encourages people to share their most intimate experiences for me to include in my next novel but it seems to happen with some degree of frequency. This instance occurred because of my willingness to probe further into the meanings surrounding a comment. It was quite by accident that I met Suzie in Richmond, Virginia where I was gathering some research for a novel that I had in progress. The city had given me more than I had anticipated and I was at Rudy's Bar and Grill trying to glean the usable from the rest. I had been studying my notes and not paying much attention of my surroundings. I noticed that my coffee cup was nearly empty and what was left was cold. I raised my hand to signal my waitress, a cute redhead in her early twenties. My hand struck Suzie in the right breast. Needless to say we both were surprised. I was quite embarrassed as well. I rose from my chair and apologized profusely. Suzie smiled and told me not to worry about it. It was an accident. I was immediately struck with her beauty and asked her to join me and allow me to make up for my clumsiness by buying her lunch. It is beyond me why she should have consented. But consent she did. I was a bit tongue tied, an unusual occurrence for me, perhaps because of her good looks and the erotic vibes that emanated from her. She thanked me for my invitation and said that she was actually here to meet someone but had arrived a bit early. She smiled a lovely smile and suggested that perhaps a ginger ale would be nice while she waited for her date. In the following few minutes she seemed intrigued about my vocation. She told me of her background of being raised in the back woods of Timber Mountain in West Virginia. I told her that she talked like she had been educated in the DC area. She looked away and responded that she had been learning proper English and etiquette at the behest of her benefactor here in Richmond. I didn't have the right to probe but I suppose my writing wouldn't be successful if I didn't take advantage of every opportunity to broaden my experiences and those of others. Her lovely appearance and that last statement aroused my curiosity. So I probed. She replied that perhaps another time. I reached into my briefcase and extracted a paperback copy of "The Anxious Victim", the most recent of my novels and asked her to read it. I gave her one of my cards with my cell phone number and asked her to call me if she would like to elaborate about her background and experiences. She called me three days later and invited me to her apartment. Over the following month we spent over 30 hours discussing her story. You be the judge about the taboo that she and her family engage in. Being with her in person has prevented me from passing judgment. Her persona and her beauty belie her background. As she told of her experiences in West Virginia she reverted to her uneducated pattern of speech. Her story began... Chapter 1 Grand-daddy's whiskers tickled when they brushed against my nipples. They was still ticklin'while he was a movin' down my belly and they tickled inside my legs when he pushed his mouth against my cunny. I forgot about the tickle when he begun to a lickin' and a suckin' on my cunny. I begun to push agin' his mouth. His tongue was lapping up and down my slit. Then he seemed to suck my clitty into his mouth and was lapping it hard and fast with his good old tongue. I got my good time feelin' just then. It was real good too. Grand-daddy lapped at my cunny for a little while longer and then raised up and said out loud, "My, my, that there is some real sweet cunny hunny! Then he put his thing against my cunny and pushed hard. It went in and tore through that thing and it hurt like hell. I hollered out just like my sisters had afore me. Grand-daddy started humping agin' me like billy-dog-gone it. The hurtin' went away pretty soon and it warn't too bad. It seemed like the longer he humped the better things got. I was startin' to feel like a good time feelin' was gonna be happenin'. As it got better and better I started humpin back and squealed out, "Oh, grand-daddy I never had felt nothin' that were this good!" I was a shaking and squealin' and my good time feelin' come on real big and I just dropped back on the bed and grand-daddy he pushed hard agin' me and bellered like a big ole mule. I could feel him a squirtin' in my cunny and it felt real hot. Grand-daddy he raised up and turned to momma and said, "This here one's real good. Best of the lot I reckon. She's gonna make a man fergit all his troubles when he gets to pokin' her." He climbed off the bed and ever'one started clapping and rushin' to the bed. They was huggin' and kissin' me and I felt real proud. Grand-daddy had a made me officially a growed-up woman. Ever'one amounted to momma, daddy and my two sisters, Sara Mae and Sally Mae, my three brothers Sammy Buck, Sheldon Buck, and Steven Buck. You see in our clan when a gal reached her eighteenth birthday Grand-daddy was to be the one to give her the first time poke. Grand-daddy takes his responsibility real serious. He always says, "No child in our clan was to get a poke until they was all growed up age wise." So all us youngins' was virgins until we reached eighteen. Sometimes it was real hard to obey grand-daddy's law. But after 18—well Katy bar the door we was a pokin' right regular. The whole bunch of us is supposed to watch grand-daddy poke one of the gals for the first time. The boys they was to get their first poke same way as the girls. Usta was grand-momma was the one that gave them their first. Now was momma's job. I had seen my all my brothers and sisters get their first poke and I seen them get it agin' with others in the family. We ain't necessarily supposed to watch the others but I never could resist to be sneakin' around and a peekin' when I heard some one of 'em goin' at it; which with the Bucks was just about any time. I even snuck and watched momma and daddy doin' it. I guess watching made me want to get old enuf so's I could get a poke too. I was always a rubbin' my cunny and it would git real wet. Sometimes I could get my good time feeling usin' my finger on that clitty thing while I watched. After Grand-daddy had his way with me I knowed that that I was gonna git poked by all three of the Bucks and daddy too. Probably not tonight but I knew that I was gonna be real busy for the next week. After that they would lose interest some but like my sisters I reckoned I was not goin' to havin' to use my finger for a good time feelin' very often. The oldest Buck, Sammy, was the first to take a turn after grand-daddy. He hopped on me that very night after grand-daddy had left me alone. He never asked nothin'. He just climbed in bed with me and pulled my legs apart and stuck his thing in me and humped like one of the dogs in the yard. He spurted in me pretty quick. I never even got close. I was surprised cuz I had watched him work on Sally Mae a couple of times and he lasted purdy long. She acted like she got her good time feelin' both times. He had got me worked up pretty good so when he pulled out and left I was wantin' a lot more. Now I was kinda sore this night bein' my first time and all but I still wanted more. I begun to finger myself and was feelin' real good when I opened my eyes and daddy was standin' there a watchin' me go at it. I stopped real quick. He grinned, "Little girl you go right ahead and finish what you started. I can wait." I was really hot so I closed my eyes and worked over my clitty real fast and hard. Purdy quick, I reckon knowin' daddy was watchin' made it special, I raised my behind off the bed and shook with a real good one. I opened my eyes and daddy was a smilin' and holdin' his thing. I could tell he was real hard and I just knew he was gonna take a turn with his youngest. Shore enuf he got on the bed and rolled me over on my belly. He got behind me and pulled my butt up in the air and pushed his thing in my cunny and began to hump like he had never had a poke before. I was amazed at how good my daddy was at this. He seemed to reach places that even grand-daddy had not touched deep in my cunny. He was movin' steady but not real fast. It was real good. After what seemed like a nice long time he begun to groan and hump faster. Then is when things got extra special good. I was a pushin' back agin' him as he pounded agin' me. My good time feelin' came over and over and over. I thought that it was gonna last forever. But it slowed down and daddy squirted in my cunny a bunch of times and pulled out. His stuff came out with his thing. Stuff was running' down my leg and onto the bed. There just was no room in me for all the stuff that was pumped in me that night. Daddy slapped my butt and said, "Grand-daddy was right you is one hell of a poke." He left me alone and I went right to sleep. Chapter 2 That was the only time that I was to get a bed alone. Our house had a kitchen where we cooked and ate too. We had a pump at the sink so we could get water in the house. We were real proud of that. Sleeping situation was—girls in one room, boys in 'nother room. We each had our own pallet on the floor. Momma and daddy had a room with the onliest bed we owned. Grand-daddy had a place of his own in one part of the barn. We never had any animals so that was all the barn was used for. Grandma had passed some time back. So grand-daddy he slept alone most nights. He had a straw bed that he and grand-mama had shared. Sometimes he would take one the Maes to spend the night. Momma took a turn ever so ofun too. So he was never short on getting' his fill of pokes. Daddy had built a room on the back of the house that we used for takin' baths. When nature called we had to go out back to the outhouse. I reckon we lived like most folks on Timber Mountain. Once a month we'd go to town down in the valley. Town amounted to a gas station and a store that we could buy some supplies. There was a old barn outside a piece. Dances was held there right regular. We was able to go there ever so ofun. The town called Timber Ridge was a good hour drive in our old rusty pickup. Daddy and the Bucks worked the land as best they could what with the crappy soil. Nothin' grew good on Timber Mountain. We tried growin' some cotton and beans was tried some. Mostly the men folks would hunt for meat and the Bucks were real good at bringin' back a good bit of it. Momma growed some corn and stuff out front. We gals had to help with that as well as the cookin and takin' care of the men folks. She managed to put up a bit for winter eatin' so we never was hungry. Money bein' hard to come by my clothes amounted to two flour sack dresses that I had out growed a long time ago. The Bucks they wore cotton shirts and bib overalls with patches on the knees. They had one change each. Momma had couple of dresses that daddy had bought last year. They didn't fit real good but clothes never seemed too important to the gals in our clan. Daddy and Grand-daddy wore bib overalls and such like the Bucks. My sisters were pretty much dressed like me. I don't know for sure but it seemed to me that momma made our dresses a lot shorter and a lot tighter than she should've. Occasion when we would go down to a valley dance them valley boys seemed to be always a reachin' under our dresses and trying to grab a feel. Some of the other girls wore store bought dresses that were down to their knees or lower and had lots of material. Our dresses showed our figures and the boys noticed. More than once at a valley dance I seen a bunch of boys talkin' to one of the Maes and some of them had their thing a pointin' agin' their britches. My sister, Sally Mae, is not real tall but not short either. She has a really big set of titties and her butt is real round and tight. Sara Mae, the oldest, has by far the purdiest body. Her titties is a lot smaller than Sally Mae's but are bigger than mine. They stand out real proud like and her nipples seem to be always pointy. They show right through her tight dress. Not neither one of them is what you call pretty. They would best be called plain but with good bodies. Sally Mae's titties bounce when she walks and the way her butt moves causes ever'body to watch her as she struts away from them. I mean the girls watch as much as the boys. Me, I am small. I call myself real pretty. I been tole that by boys too. My titties are all growed up just fine. They ain't as big as Sally Mae's but I suspect they is real fine. I'm tiny all over where my sisters are bigger. Like I said most of our clan is real plain. Now I don't mean ugly but not real good looking in the face. I'm not sure why. Sally Mae claims that the onliest ones what looks kinda like I do is the sheriff and his brood. I don't know why that would be. My face and hair are special. My reddish hair is different from the others. My nose is perky and my lips are full. My skin is soft and milky. Like I said the boys in the valley are noticin' me real special like. I kinda like that cuz they was always paying special attention to Sally Mae and Sara Mae. Chapter 3 Come the next summer we was swimmin' in the crick that we had dammed up to make a pool of water that had growed to be 6 or 8 feet deep in places. We was to swing out over the pool on a rope that Sheldon Buck had tied to a limb of the big oak tree that hung out over the crick. We dropped into the water and swum to the bank and went over agin'. I said afore bout our clothes. Other than coats that we wore in the winter that amounted to all our clothes. We did have some shoes to wear to town and such. Nothin' fancy just plain. Mostly we liked to go barefoot. None of us had any underwear. So we always swum in our birthday suits. I had been on the rope and in the water a bunch of times and now was laying back on the grass above the bank next to the pool. I was watchin' the Bucks swing out and drop into the water. I had been poked by all three of the Bucks a bunch of times by then and knew exactly how big their thing was. Both soft and hard. When they came out of the water their things would be pulled up tight and looked so tiny. I watched and wondered how they was to grow so much when they wanted a poke. I had come to really look forward to when one of the Bucks was a takin' me out back and doin' it to me. If they was to ignore me for very long I'd take one of them by the hand and make them go out back and do me. My favorite was Sheldon Buck but they all was able to get the job done. This was one of those days when I was a wantin' to get a real good poke. I layed on the grass and was a rubbin' my clitty when Sara Mae came and layed down beside me. She reached over and moved my hand away and started putting her finger in me and moving it in and out. I shut my eyes and just let her do it. I then felt another finger rubbing my clitty and then someone was sucking on my left tittie. Then someone was sucking on my right tittie. Pretty soon I just had to open my eyes. Standin' up over me was Sammy Buck a holdin' and a rubbin' his thing. Sheldon Buck was suckin' on my right tittie and Steven Buck was suckin' on my left tittie. Sara Mae and Sally Mae were a working on my cunny. I was getting' real hot and was a whinin' like a baby goat looking for his momma's teats. Sammy Buck moved the Maes away and got down and put his thing in me and started humpin'. The other Bucks continued to nibble and suck on my titties. The Maes were sitting next to me a watching Sammy Buck humpin' me. Sally Mae made her move and pulled Sheldon Buck away and grabbed his hard thing and pulled him to her. She didn't stop until he was inside her all the way. Sara Mae did the same thing to Steven Buck. There we was all a humpin' and a grindin' when momma and daddy came to see what was a goin' on. They laughed and daddy spoke out, "Swimmin' looks a lot more fun this way" Daddy pushed momma down and pulled up her dress. He bent down and started a lickin' and a slurping on mamma's cunny. Momma hollered, "Grand-daddy, git your ugly self over here and join in on some family fun." Grand-daddy got right to it. He pulled daddy off of momma's cunny and dropped his overalls and put his thing in momma and made her squeal with delight. Daddy just sat there a watchin' all the goin's on and was a hand pumpin' on his thing. I was just then a gittin' my good time feelin'. I think Sally Mae and Sara Mae had already got theirs. Sammy Buck pushed real hard into me and hollered, "Here goes; I'm shootin' my stuff in little Suzie Mae." Next thing ever'one is a headin' to the pool to cool off. It don't take much to set off a family poke. Chapter 4 Family wasn't the onliest times I had a boy a rubbin' and a lickin' my cunny though. Wilber Wayne Higginbottom, that's his name, comes upon me whilst I was pickin' berries one day a couple a months ago. I was bent over plucking blackberries oft the low branches. I reckon my behind was a up in the air and kinda showin' stuff'. That there Wilber Wayne Higginbottom snuck up behind me and put his hand betwinst my legs an scared the pee out of me. I mean I done wet all over his hand. Course he pulled back real quick and all but I dropped my basket and turned round and slugged him real hard. Made his nose bleed a bit. I had pee runnin' down my legs and he had blood runnin' down his face. Wilber Wayne Higginbottom was about 2 years older than I was. He was kinda cute sorta. Tall and lean like. Nice shoulders and curly hair. I had wondered bout him some. I felt sorry for him for the perdicamunt he was in. I mean he was only bein' extra friendly like and all he got for his trouble was pee on his hand and blood on his face. I felt sorry for him and tole him to come with me to the crick and git cleaned up. He follered me like a lil puppy. When I got to the bank I pulled my dress over my head and walked into the water. I splashed water on my legs and on my cunny and bottom. I looked over at the bank and Wilber Wayne Higginbottom was a watchin' me with his mouth open. I reckon he hadn't seen many girls with no clothes on afore. I hollered for him to git out of his overalls and git in here with me. He proceeded to do just that. I splashed water on his face and rubbed the blood off. I noticed that he was a havin' another problem. His thing was a get'n hard and stickin' out right proud like. His thing warnt as big as my brothers but it was right proud lookin'. He reached over and put his hand between my legs agin' He was actin' like he knowed what he was a doin'. I waited for him to put his finger inside but he didn't. I figured out that he must have watched some but never done anythin'. I figgered that it was up to me to teach him some lessons on takin' care of a gal's needs. I grabbed his hand and pushed his middle finger in my cunny and made him move it in and out. He caught on real quick. I was glad. I figgered that while he was a fingerin' me I should be a doin' some for him as well. I begun pumpin' on his thing. I had seen the Maes and momma doin that for the men folks. After a bit he began to squirt some strings of his stuff. He had a bunch to squirt too. I warnt getting off yet but he quit a fingerin' me after he finished squirtin'. Timber Mountain Delights We walked up to the bank and I tole Wilber Wayne Higginbottom that I was spectin' more than he was givin'. I layed down and spread my legs. I tole him that I wanted him to lick my cunny until I got my good time feelin' like he had. He swallered big and said that he would if I would suck on his thing. Well I hadn' ever done that but I figgered it would be okay. So he crawled over me with his face between my legs and his thing hangin' down over my face. I grabbed his thing and pulled it down to where I could get it in my mouth. I began to suck and lick and it begun to get hard agin' Wilber Wayne Higginbottom he plowed right in and began to lick and suck on my cunny real fierce like. He was doin' a real good job of it too. I had never done this before but I had snuck a peek whilst momma and daddy was doin it. It had looked real pleasurable and shore enuf it was. My good time feelin' came on real soon and I bounced up and down and squealed with my mouth full of Wilbur Wayne Higginbottom's thing. He kept up his lickin' and soon enuf he pushed his thing down in my mouth all the way. I choked and gagged but he just kept a humpin' in my mouth until he squirted. I pulled off his thing and some of his stuff squirted on my face. I swallered what went in my mouth. It tasted okay but nothin' special one way or 'nother. We both got what we needed that afternoon. I never tole nobody bout it. Wilbur Wayne Higginbottom came around right regular for a while. We messed around some. He was always tryin' to git his thing in my cunny but I knowed that I ought to keep that in the family. I guess he found another gal to mess with cause he just quit comin' round. I kinda missed our fun though. I'm thinkin' he must a tole some of the other valley boys bout him a doin stuff with me. Chapter 5 A couple of days later we was eatin' supper and Daddy tells us Cousin Horace is comin' to go huntin' with the Bucks. Cousin Horace had not been to visit for as long as I can remember. Grand-daddy figured that we needed to be reminded bot our hospitality rules. "When a visitor comes to stay with us, he has the privilege of picking out the gal he wants to be with while he is in our place. We always make sure that he gits anything he wants. That understood?" We all, momma included, answered, "Yes sir." I heard tell of Cousin Horace. Momma had been chose long time ago. She claims that Cousin Horace has the biggest thing she ever saw. Now that could mean just about anything cause the only things any of us had ever seen was bout like what was right here at the table. Course I knew the size of Wilber Wayne Higginbottom's thing. I don't have a ruler to make a official description but all of the things that had been in my cunny had been about 2 fingers across and as long as both my hands put together. None of them were much different from the other. Septin' Grand-daddy was a little bigger in that his thing was a little fatter. A few days later cousin Horace arrived. He had brung his rifle and the Bucks went with him to the woods. Later that afternoon they came back with some squirrels that momma and us skinned and fixed for supper. Cousin Horace was a big eater. Cousin Horace was just a big man. He was in his thirties. He had a beard that hung down to the middle of his chest. Daddy and the Bucks shaved most ever day. Grand-daddy had trimmed his once in a while but his beard was still pretty bushy. Cousin Horace had broad shoulders and stood a head higher that any of the Bucks. He was not fat anywhere that you could see. His hunting clothes consisted of a red tee shirt and tight blue jeans. His butt was right nice; actually all of him was lookin' good enuf to eat. After supper Grand-daddy told Cousin Horace to choose his dessert. Cousin Horace looked around the table and settled his eye on momma. He said, "Flossie here was awful good to me the last time so I think I'll give her another go." Off they went to momma and daddy's room. Grand-daddy told us girls to clean up the kitchen and get off to bed. He and daddy went out to the porch to have a smoke. I think they took a jug too. It looked like daddy would be sleeping with Grand-daddy this night. While we was doing the kitchen we could hear some noises coming from momma's room. Sara Mae put her finger to her lips signin' us to be quiet. She directed us to a place in the wall next to momma's room where there was a crack. We each took a turn to look in the crack so's to see what was a goin' on. Sara Mae moved away and had a look on her face that was real peculiar. Her eyes were as big as saucers. Sally Mae bent down to see and she also came away with a like look on her face. I took my turn at the crack and the sight took my breath away. I could plainly see Cousin Horace pokin' momma but the amazin' part was the size of what he was pokin' her with. Momma was gittin' a good time feelin' over and over. She was buckin' and a grindin' as cousin Horace pushed that big old thing into her all the way. She was biting on her hand to keep from hollerin'. Finally Cousin Horace held against her and threw his head back. He opened up his mouth and roared loud. His whole body shook as he put his stuff into momma. When he pulled out he was still pretty hard. It was even bigger lookin' than when he was a pokin' momma. I mean his thing looked to be three hands long and no way could you reach around it with one hand. His thing was 'bout as big around as one of the stud horses that the neighbors down the road kept. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Momma layed there breathin' hard and rubbin' her titties. Cousin Horace pulled her up close and kissed her real hard on the mouth. Momma wrapped her arms around him and hugged like she was real glad to have been poked so good. I couldn't take my eyes off of that crack in the wall. Sally Mae took me by the shoulder and pulled me up. She whispered, "We got to git before we gits caught." We went to our room and whispered in the dark about how a gal could take anything that big in her cunny. We had always been filled up with what grand-daddy, daddy, and the Bucks had to put in us. I didn't say anything to them but I had seen what momma had looked like when Cousin Horace had finished her off. She sure took that big old thing and loved it. I wanted to try it and I begun to think how I was gonna git that big old thing before Cousin Horace left. Chapter 6 My plan was to git with the Bucks and tell that I was wanting to git Cousin Horace to poke me with that big ole thing of his. I tole Sheldon Buck and he told the others. They planned to take Cousin Horace out in the woods to shoot some squirrels or other stuff we could have for supper. Sheldon Buck told me to be at the pool in the crick at noon time and be a swimmin' in my birthday suit. They would bring Cousin Horace around for a swim and see what would happen. Shore enuf I was waitin' in the water when they got there. The Bucks got out of their clothes and jumped in. Cousin Horace stood on the bank for a bit. Steven Buck started a playin' around. He was a pullin' me under and laughin' when I come up and sputtered. Quick like I swum to the bank and got out of the water. I plopped down on the grass and just sat there a starin' at Cousin Horace. He was a starin' right back too. Sammy Buck come out of the water pretty soon and sat beside me. He grinned and put his hand on my tittie. He was a rollin' my nipple twinst his thumb and finger. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the attention. Pretty soon I felt someone a doin' the same on my other tittie. I opened my eyes and Cousin Horace was standin' there a workin' on my tittie. I could see that his jeans was gittin real tight where his legs come together. I mean real tight. I reached up to git a feel of that big ole thing that was a growin' in his britches. That there thing was runnin' down his leg, way down his leg. I rubbed it through his jeans and he right away went to his belt and started climbin' out of them jeans. The Bucks had stopped doin' what they was doin' and was watching Cousin Horace as he let his big ole thing jump out free as could be. That thing was right in front of my face. I reached out and kissed it right on the end. Bot this time Sammy Buck was fingerin' my cunny and I was real wet. I had that big ole thing in my hand and that there is what I was a cravin'. So I tugged on it and moved Sammy Buck out of the way. Cousin Horace knew exactly what I was a wantin' and started makin' the necessary arrangements. He layed me back and lifted my legs up real high around his neck. He put that thing agin' my cunny and was rubbin' it up and down my slit. Then he put it agin' me and pushed. Only a little bit of it went in. Not even the top part on it was in me. I was a hurtin' but I warnt goin' to let on. I tried to push back to git more of it. He pushed too and a bunch of it was in me. Most was still to go though. I was a hurtin' real bad and it warnt gittin' any better. Cousin Horace pulled out total and raised up. He turned to the Bucks and said, "I guess you boys are goin' to have to work on her little poke hole. She ain't loose enuf for me to do any good." Them boys they lined up pretty fast. Sheldon was in me and a humpin' right off. He was doin' a real nice job of it and I got off and so did he. Sammy was next and he did me real nice too. We both made it. Then Steven was a goin' at it. I must have been real wet what with them first two pumpin their stuff in my cunny. Steven lasted a real long time before he got me a good time feelin' but not as good as his brothers. When he pulled out and moved away Cousin Horace got down and pushed his big thing agin' my wet cunny. Near half of it slid in. He started his humpin' and each time he was to push a little more went in. He was a movin' pretty good and it still hurt like hell. Not near all of it was in me. After a good long time he began to shoot his stuff. I was just hurtin'. He pulled out and claimed to the Bucks, "She shore is a tight one. Good though." I wondered how momma could'a liked that big thing so much. All it did for me was to hurt like hell. Chapter 7 I am told that I blossomed. My figure is full of just the right curves. My backside is what seems to attract the most attention. It would be the a gittin' of a lot of roaming hands at valley dances. Those valley boys seemed to find me even when I wasn't expecting them. Lots of times boys from the valley would make it a point of coming around our place to hunt. It wasn't squirrels they were hunting though. I recall when a bunch of boys asked daddy for permission to hunt in our woods. Of course he said yes. There was five of 'em. I'd been out picking some blackberries that momma needed for a cobbler she was fixin'. I had pretty much picked enough when I looked up and there all five of them were surrounding me. They moved in close and two of them grabbed me and held me tight. They pulled my dress over my head leavin' me in my birthday suit. I had hands on my titties and hands on my cunny and I just knowed they was all goin' to poke me. I reckon they was a choosin' turns and afor long I was on the ground a layin' on my side with one of them puttin' his thing in my cunny real hard like. He was a humping away while another of them boys got behind me and was a tryin' to put his thing in my butt hole. He warnt having much luck. I never had a thing in there so I tightened up real hard and kept him out. Before long the first one was a pullin' out and was a jerkin his thing by hand. He sprurted stuff all over my belly. Them boys started pushing the stuff in my behind and was a fingerin' me there as well. Well it was a feelin' pretty good so I relaxed some and when I did that boy was at my backdoor agin'. Next thing I knowed there was one thing in my behind and a nother in my cunny. Both was a goin' to town and it was a feeling right good. I got a good time feelin' before they was through. It was really somethin' to feel having them squirt their stuff in both places. I guess they liked it cause the next two boys pulled them away and proceeded to took their place. I got mine agin'. Them boys took another turn each and by the time they was done with me I was sore front and back. I did get a couple of real nice good time feelins' though. They warnt the last to take me to the woods. It happened right regular once word got around the valley that I was extra special to look at and to poke. I reckon I had a bunch of things in ever hole. I got real good at suckin' on a thing while another boy was a pokin' me. Some seemed to enjoy my pumpin' them off by hand. The Bucks, Daddy, and Grand-daddy was real regular at pokin' me too. Momma she was always around givin' me pointers on how I was to make them men feel real good like. She was lots of times a getting' it put to her while she was having me stand around watchin' how she was a doin' it. She's a real good teacher. Seems like she enjoys her lessons a whole bunch. Sheldon Buck, he's the best at pokin', was the one most offin was a pokin' momma when grand-daddy or daddy warnt in her cunny. Chapter 8 All of that was back awhile. I left Timber Mountain and my family more than three years ago right after my 19th birthday. I guess a lot of experiences occurred in that last year. A traveling man named Carlton Fitzpatrick had come by and Grand-daddy offered him our hospitality. He chose me. I tried very hard to be sure he was satisfied with his poke. I don't use that term much anymore. Carlton is a sales manager for a farm equipment manufacturer and oversees a large geographic area. Don't know why he would make a point of visiting with us. We had no money to spend on fancy equipment. I guess word had gotten around about grand-daddy's hospitality rules. The next time Carlton came by he chose me again and after we had sex he offered to take me back with him to Richmond, Virginia. He made it sound like the best place a girl could live and prosper. I bought into his line—hook, line and sinker. From the very beginning he made arrangements for me to be schooled in proper English and how to choose and wear nice clothes. Especially frilly lingerie. He set me up in a nice apartment in one of the better parts of Richmond. When I think about life back on Timber Mountain it makes me melancholy. It seems that every day I have to choose my current lifestyle over going back to the poverty that was life on Timber Mountain. I get to go to a salon and have my hair done every week. I get to a spa once a month. I get facials, manicures and pedicures. I shop at the finest stores. I have a closet full of beautiful clothes, shoes and purses. My clothing and jewelry are nice enough that I can be presentable at any function where Carlton chooses to display me. Yes, I am beautiful and am often told so. I know this sounds like a fairy tale come true. But not so much. Before I left home Cousin Horace had been back several times. More often than not he would select me for the night. Over time I grew accustomed to taking his oversized penis and I found that I could enjoy it about as much as momma had. Maybe more. Carlton is considerably bigger in that department than what the Bucks and daddy are. Certainly he is better equipped than those valley boys. But not near as well equipped as Cousin Horace. I enjoy sex. I achieve an orgasm with most men that I take into my bed.. After the first year Carlton was satisfied that I had learned how to present myself in his circles and he announced that I was going to have to start earning my keep. I was confused. I had thought that by being available to him at all times that I was fulfilling my obligation. I was escorted on his arm to company functions and we had regular sex. How could he want more from me? Not so he said, "You need to be available for men that I will be sending to your apartment. Obviously they will be there to fuck you." "I have some clients that come to Richmond and as part of their entertainment I take them to dinner at a fine restaurant and if they are so inclined I pay the bill for them at a strip club." I have been hiring call girls to take care of them. He explained my new role, "They continue to request a woman for the night. I think you would fill that role very nicely." He followed, "At times you will accompany me to dinner with one of my clients and you will leave with him and stay the night in his hotel room. I will expect you to provide them with your considerable talents by fucking them as often as they desire." Carlton and I both knew that my upbringing had included free and easy sex. I had been available for whenever Grand-daddy, daddy, or the Bucks wanted sex with me. There at the last, before I left with Carlton, Sally Mae and Sara Mae had married and moved on the other side of Timber Mountain. The Bucks had taken wives but had still looked to me for extra sex. Grand-daddy and daddy used me for variety as well. I guess momma has to take care of them by herself now that I am gone. Maybe their wives have been taking turns with all the men as well as taking care of their husband. I don't know. I haven't been back. I continue to elect to do as Carlton demands. The occasional man in my bed still seems preferable to returning to the same poverty that exists on Timber Mountain. Although my kin are better at fucking than any of the men that Carlton sends to me. Epilogue Suzie's story is ongoing. At our last meeting she rose and asked me to leave. She explained... So that is where I stand now. My only sex is with the men that Carlton sends to my apartment or that take me to their hotel room. I have had some of the men ask me to make them my exclusive lover. None have anything to offer that would tempt me. So for now at least I take it one day at a time. I guess I'm pretty good at what I do. I can fake an orgasm that makes the man I am fucking feel special. It was really difficult when a man that I will call "Tommy" ejaculated so quickly that I had not had a chance to even pretend. I solved that by giving him a blow job and when he had it up again he lasted long enough for me to scream out what a great lover he was and how I loved his big cock. In reality he was 6 inches but pretty thick. He bought it and tipped me 50 dollars. Most of the men that have sex with me marvel at my ability to make them seem special in my bed. I have never had a man complain that they were disappointed. Most work on Carlton to get frequent sessions in my bed. I have lots of repeat business. "Max" once told me that if I was willing he would leave his wife and arrange for me to move in with him. He raved that I was the best piece of ass that he had ever had. Now I need to get dressed or perhaps it would be better stated "undressed". Carlton called and "Charlie" is to arrive in half an hour. He plans on spending the night. I have just the right nightie to tease him with. I will be expected to see that he is entertained until morning. Just as last time he will want to see how many times he can get us both off. I will see that he does pretty well. Me? Well, he will leave believing that he got me off every time. I can do pretty well in that area. Lots of practice.