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Joyce & Me

By: Just Plain Bob



The other day as I was driving home from work I happened to tune in to a local radio talk station and they were carrying the Don and Mike Show from station WJFK somewhere back east. The show was in the middle of a feature they call "Things You Did That Your Mother Doesn't Know About." Listeners are encouraged to call in to the show and relate and episode from their past that their mother never found out about. Don and Mike then pick the story that they find most interesting and arrange an 'on the air' phone call between the listener and the listener's mother so the listener can confess. The listener then gets a $200 prize. Listening to the show reminded me of something that I did that my mother never knew about (thank God) even though she played a major part in it.

I was still a virgin at the tender age of sixteen - a condition that I desperately wanted to change. Just before my eighteenth birthday my nineteen-year-old brother, Buddy, asked me what I would like for a birthday gift. I jokingly told him that I wanted to lose my virginity and he laughed and said, "Sorry. I'm not a pimp so I can't help you there." The weekend following my birthday Buddy asked me if I would help him move some furniture for a friend and having nothing better to do I said I would. Just before I was supposed to leave with Buddy my mother asked me if I would go over to her best friend Joyce's house and pick up her two kids. She was going to baby-sit them for Joyce. 

I never hesitated when it came to a chance to see Joyce. Even though she was an ancient thirty-six she was still the sexiest woman that I had ever seen. When I got to Joyce's she kissed me on the cheek and wished me a Happy Birthday and then she loaded me down with diaper bags, overnight cases and toys, and I took the kids back to my house and dropped them off. Buddy and I then took off to go and move his friend's furniture. Try to imagine my surprise and confusion when we arrived back at Joyce's. We went inside and there, sitting on her couch, wearing nothing but nylons, garter-belt, high heels and a ribbon with a big bow on it around her waist, was Joyce. She got up and with a great big smile on her face she walked over to me and said, "I hope you like your birthday present. To unwrap it just pull on the bow." Buddy said he would be back in five or six hours and he left us.

For the next six hours Joyce saw to my sexual education. First, saying that as a virgin my first cum would be too quick in coming and that we should just hurry up and get it out of the way, she gave me a hand job. Then she gave me my first blow-job to get me hard again and my second cum was about as quick as the first. She did not expect it as soon as it arrived, and as I had not yet learned any sexual etiquette, I didn't warn her I was going to cum so she ended up taking my second load down her throat (not that it mattered - she loved to suck cock and swallow cum). She kept sucking my cock until it got hard for the third time and then she took me upstairs and into her bedroom where she relieved me of the odious burden of my virginity. Joyce taught me a lot that day. She taught me how to properly caress a woman's breasts and how to suck them and lick them the way most women want it done; she taught me which parts of a woman's body were most sensitive and how to make use of those places to heat a women up to a fever pitch; she taught me how to eat pussy ( and I found out that I loved it) and, most importantly, as I was to find out later in life, she taught me to go slow - go slow, and be gentle.

I came seven times before Buddy came back to pick me up, but the evening wasn't over yet. Joyce helped Buddy undress, and then while I sat there and watched, she sucked his cock and then fucked him. After several minutes Joyce called me over and had me put my cock in her mouth and she gave me head while Buddy pounded away. Buddy emptied his load into her and Joyce had me take his place. As I was fucking her Buddy moved to put his cock in her mouth, but she said no, that we had to finish so she could go pick up her kids at my mom's.

As we were driving home I naturally asked Buddy about his relationship with Joyce and how he arranged for me to lose my cherry. Buddy laughed and asked me if I'd felt like there was a presence in the bedroom when I was in there with Joyce. I shook my head no and he laughed again. Joyce had called mom one day and had asked her if she could borrow Buddy for a few hours to move some furniture. Mom had asked Buddy and he'd said ok and had gone over to Joyce's. He had helped her move two pieces of bedroom furniture and then Joyce had turned to him and said, "We need to check out the bed and see if it is in the right place" and she had stripped in front of him. She then walked over to him and started to unbuckle his belt. She had undressed him and led him to the bed and they had been fucking ever since. When they had finished that first time and Buddy was dressed and ready to leave Joyce had told him to see himself out that she was going to take a shower. Buddy was at the front door when he remembered something he wanted to ask her and he had gone back up the stairs and was just in time to see Joyce's husband come out of the closet. He rushed over to Joyce who was lying on the bed with her legs spread wide. Buddy had quietly backed away and left. 

"You mean?" I started to say. 

"You bet, Little Brother, however long you were in that bedroom you can bet you were being watched. Anyway, last weekend when Joyce and I were together I laughingly told her about your birthday wish. Joyce asked me if I thought you could keep your mouth shut if she were to grant your birthday wish. I told her I was pretty sure you would, especially if there was a chance of a return engagement."

We had been home about twenty minutes when the doorbell rang. It was Joyce, there to pick up her kids. She thanked my mother who said, "No problem honey, anytime. They were little angels."

For the next four years, until I moved to Colorado, Joyce kept me a very content young man. When I was almost nineteen her husband came out of the closet and became an active participant. Both he and Joyce were surprised to find out that Buddy and I knew all along that he had been watching. Eighty percent of the time I spent enjoying what Joyce had to offer my mother was babysitting the kids. Am I going to call Don and Mike and tell them about what my mother doesn't know? Not hardly! Not in this lifetime. 

Joyce and the Drifter



Isaac Brown heard the rustling of the brush before he saw who was responsible for invading his territory. His primitive campsite had gone unnoticed in the two days since he arrived in this rural back-country location. Even the occasional canoeists had not noticed his little pup tent set up just off the shore of Cincinnati Creek in Central New York.

Isaac grabbed the ax-handle that served as his only protection and waited as the rustling got louder and closer, but when he saw the tall and pale white girl he let go of the weapon. She was even more shocked at seeing the old black man sitting by the tent that the drifter was, and after they both got over being startled the beanpole put her hand on the backs of her hips and pawed at the ground with her toes.

"What you doing here?" the girl said after a moment of silence.

"Sitting here," Isaac said. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing. Saw some smoke down here last night and got to wondering."

"That was me," Isaac said as he squinted at the girl who was probably close to six feet tall, dressed in a baggy checkered blouse and shorts with dirty blonde hair in a shaggy cut that looked liked the character on the label of the Dutch Boy paint cans. 

"Daddy don't like people camping back here."

"That so? Is this his land?" Isaac asked, and after the girl shrugged her shoulders he added. "If it ain't it's none of his business, but if he's worried about fires he don't need to be concerned because I love the land as much as any man and always leave a place like it was before I arrived.

"Daddy don't like Negroes either," the girl said as she looked the the stranger whose skin was as black as hers was white.

"That's his problem," Isaac said. "I take people as they come. How about you?"

"I guess. Don't see many Negroes around here."

"Most of the ones you do see are probably hanging from nooses I suspect," Isaac chuckled.

"No, we ain't like that around here," the girl said.

"That so?" Isaac asked, and as he looked at the tall drink of water his eyes went to the long legs which were not very shapely and had a dusting of very light hair on the insides of the calves that was only visible because it sparkled in the sunlight. "Just curious. You a girl or a boy?"

"You trying to be funny?"

"No, like I said just curious," Isaac said even though he was doing just that. "Saw you had furry legs so that got me wondering."

"Didn't know I was in a beauty pageant."

"You aren't," Isaac replied, thinking that if there was a beauty contest back here she would have trouble winning even being the only contestant because the girl was homely. "What's your name honey?"

"Joyce," the girl said. "Joyce Ann Barker and I live back there a piece. Me and my Daddy, and I ain't a girl. I'm eighteen last month."

"Well happy birthday Joyce," Isaac said with a smile. "Sorry I missed the party. My name is Isaac."

"Weren't no party," Joyce replied as she looked over the little clearing where the drifter had settled. "What's it like? Being a bum I mean."

"What makes you think I'm a bum?" Isaac asked while smiling.

"Looks like it."

"I suppose, but while it might look it I do have a home down in the city. New York City. Heard of it?"

"Course I have."

"No fun being in the city during the long hot summer so each June I take off and travel around for the summer, and when fall comes I head back home," Isaac said.

"Sounds like fun," Joyce said.

"Beats a stick in the eye," Isaac said.

"You hungry or anything?" Joyce asked.

"Why?" Isaac asked, and although he had supplies of his own he wondered whether she was offering, which would mean another visit.

"I could go home and make you a sandwich or something," Joyce suggested.

"Wouldn't want you to get in trouble Joyce. I suspect your daddy wouldn't like his daughter feeding a Negro," Isaac added, drawing out the old term for black folks to make it sound like it had a dozen o's in it.

"Don't like being made fun of," Joyce said with a hurt expression on her face. "I get enough of that round here as it is."

"You're right. I'm sorry," Isaac said. "That was very considerate of you to offer. Guess I'm a little defensive. I won't make that mistake again."

"You like peanut butter and jelly? I think we got bologna too," Joyce said. "Nothing fancy I'm afraid. We ain't got much."

"Anything that you want to bring me would be wonderful," Isaac said. "If it brought you back here to visit me again that is. Nice to see a friendly and pretty face."

"I'm not pretty," Joyce said, blushing a little and showing some pearly white teeth.

"You are to these tired eyes. Especially when you smile," Isaac said, and when she grinned in response the drifter decided that maybe he had been wrong because Joyce wasn't as homely as he had first thought.

"Okay. I'll be back in a while," Joyce said before adding "Isaac."

"Looking forward to it Joyce," Isaac said, tipping the beret-like hat he was wearing as he watched his new acquaintance depart. "I truly am."

It was a couple of hours later when Joyce returned carrying a worn paper bag that was holding a peanut butter sandwich, some crackers and an apple along with a thermos of water.

"Sorry it took me so long," Joyce explained after handing the lunch to Isaac. "Daddy had me doing chores and I had to wait until he wasn't watching to sneak back here."

"I appreciate your kindness Joyce," Isaac said as he took a bite of the sandwich and motioned over the the other part of the fallen tree that served as furniture. "Want to sit down? I've got an extra log there."

"Have to get back soon," Joyce explained as she sat down. "Maybe I can come back again tonight though."

"I'd like that," Isaac said. "Heck, you could join me in a swim before it gets dark."

"Don't have a suit."

"Neither do I Joyce, but that don't stop me," Isaac chuckled. "Hardly anybody goes by this part of the creek and besides, who would want to look at an old black man anyway? Now a pretty young filly like you - that would be a different story. You'd have those kayakers hitting the brakes for sure."

"I could never," Joyce said while blushing.

"Well even if you just came back to talk I'd like that. Maybe you could be my lifeguard."

"If I can come back, I will," Joyce said as she rose. "Lots to do first."

"I'll be here if you can," Isaac said. "Wasn't in any hurry to leave even before I met you, and now? Heck, I might stay until the snow flies."

Isaac watched the long and lean girl depart, and as she did he wondered what was underneath that baggy blouse and shorts. Her legs and her arms from the elbows down sure were skinny and gave her the look of a preying mantis, all limbs.

"Something to think about," Isaac mused aloud before finishing off the apple, and just as he was about the crumple the bag he saw a little wrapped peppermint disc hidden in the bottom of the sack. "You sweet thing Joyce. Making me feel guilty about thinking the things I've been thinking about you."

***

The sun was setting and Isaac was getting a little campfire ready, more for visual effect than anything else because the night was going to me a stifling one much like the last few had been, when he heard the rustling once again.

Before Isaac could grab the ax-handle he heard Joyce whisper his name and announce it was her coming through the woods.

"Can't stay long," Joyce said, looking at Isaac in his boxers before averting her eyes. Have to get back before bedtime."

"You missed my swimming," Isaac said.

"Here," Joyce said as she handed him a piece of fried chicken wrapped in foil.

"Why thank you," Isaac said as he looked at the crispy thigh. "You make this?"

"Course."

"It's delicious," Isaac said as he took a bite. "You're going to make some lucky fella a great wife. Pretty girls who can cook are hard to find."

"Why do you keep telling me I'm pretty?" Joyce said. "I got mirrors."

"Well if them mirrors tell you that you aren't a cutie, you best buy some new ones," Isaac said. "Besides, you're beautiful on the most important side. The inside. You go to school Joyce?"

"No, I had to drop out after ninth grade when my sister - left," Joyce explained. "Mama had died two years before that but Sandy - she's my older sister - got tired of being the woman of the family so after she left it was my turn."

"So you're the woman of the house now?" Isaac asked, and after the girl nodded he added, "Doesn't sound like you like the position."

"Somebody has to do it."

"Well, you could always run away with me and travel, at least for a few more weeks. Then you would have to live in the Bronx until it got warm again."

"Must be fun to live in the city," Joyce mused.

"Can be but since I do this a few months a year it must not be all that great," Isaac said.

"Where will you go after this?"

"I suspect I'll start heading southeast towards the Catskills," Isaac explained. "Then hop a bus the rest of the way."

"How do you wash your clothes? In the creek?"

"No, but I have in a pinch. I'll end up stopping at a laundromat somewhere along the way like it always do. Why? Do I smell?"

"No,' Joyce said. "I mean, you smell like a man."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Well sure, but I was just going to say that if you want I could take your dirty clothes with me and bring them back in the morning," Joyce offered.

"Heck girl, you done enough for me already. Seems like you got enough work to do without taking care of me," Isaac said.

"I don't mind. I like doing stuff like that," Joyce said. "I do have to go now though."

"Well I do have some things," Isaac said as she rose and brushed the crumbs of the chicken coating which had settled on the silver cloud of hair on his chest, hair that looked starkly white against the black skin it grew on. "Let me get them."

Isaac ducked into his tent and grabbed his entire wardrobe, which consisted of two of everything; shirts, pants, socks. When he emerged from the tent he caught Joyce looking at his boxers, and after stuffing the dirty clothes in his duffel bag he hesitated for a second before handing Joyce the

satchel.

"Here," Isaac said as he calmly pulled his boxers down and off and put them in the bag. "Too hot for clothes tonight anyway."

"You okay Joyce?" Isaac asked as he fought back a smile while enjoying the girl's expression as she stared at the sizable organ that swung lazily between his slightly bowed thighs. 

"Oh, I'm sorry," Isaac said. "Forget how young you are. Figured you had seen fellas before."

"Huh. Oh. Yeah, I have," she said, shaking her head a bit while trying to look up at Isaac's eyes. "Sorry. Didn't mean to stare."

"Heck, I don't mind being looked at," Isaac replied. "Wish I was younger so you had better to look at."

"You look nice," Joyce said.

"Wish you could stay," Isaac said as he stood next to Joyce, and since they were the same height he determined his new friend was 5'11".

"Me too," Joyce responded, jumping a bit when Isaac touched her forearm, and ran his hand on the light brown hairs that immediately stood up at attention from the touch.

"Guess I'll be stuck here forever if you don't come back," Isaac declared.

"I will. I promise. Might be early,"

"Any time is a good time for me. And thank you Joyce. I really mean that,' Isaac declared. "May I kiss you?"

Joyce nodded almost imperceptively and after Isaac leaned forward and pressed his full soft lips onto Joyce's, he leaned back and saw Joyce's face leaning towards him as he did.

"Gotta go," Joyce said as she took a couple of steps backwards, glancing down between Isaac's legs once again before disappearing into the woods once more.

"Shouldn't have stopped," Isaac said to the campfire and sat down, reaching down and giving his manhood a long languid pull while exhaling. "Oh well. Tomorrow is another day."

***

Resting on his sleeping bag, which he had pulled out of the tent after the room had turned into a steam-bath, Isaac's head bolted up when he heard the crack of a branch. Instinctively grabbing the ax-handle, he scrambled to his feet and watched as what seemed like a flashlight approaching.

The fire had ebbed but the moon was out but out of sight which meant Isaac had not idea what time it was but at that moment he was more concerned about who was headed his way and pondered the possibilities.

It could be some locals who had spotted him and decided to have some fun at his expense, and then it could be Joyce's father who had seen his daughter coming home with some guy's clothes and was coming back here to whip his ass. Then again, it could be the girl herself, and it was no contest as to who he was rooting for.

"Isaac?" Joyce said as she looked into the barely illuminated little clearing, flashlight in one hand and his cleaned and folded clothes in the duffle bag.

"Joyce honey," Isaac said with relief. "What time is it?"

"Almost one."

"Could have waited until morning," Isaac said as he grabbed the bag. "You need your rest."

"Easier this way," Joyce said. "Besides, I always have to leave right away when I get back here."

"You mean you can stay?" Isaac asked, and when Joyce said that she could stay a bit the older man smiled and tossed his bag in the tent and threw a couple of pieces of wood onto the hot embers. "Fantastic. I like your pajamas." 

"They were my Mama's" Joyce explained of the white cotton PJ's with pink stripes

"Cute as the dickens," Isaac declared before adding, "Of course I would have preferred a frilly little nightie."

"Don't have anything like that," Joyce giggled.

"Fire's going good again," Isaac said as he spread out the bedding. "Care to join me?"

"Okay," Joyce said as she watched Isaac lay down on the other side, and Isaac smiled when he saw what she was looking at.

"Would you feel better if I put something on?"

"No!" Joyce said a bit more urgently than she probably meant to while joining the old black man on the spread sleeping bag. "I mean, I don't mind either way."

"Good then, and if you want to get more comfortable you can too," Isaac declared with a smile, and as he rolled over on his hip to face the young girl he saw her looking up at the stars.

"This is neat. That's the little dipper isn't it?"

"Correct," Isaac said as he reached up and brushed a spray of her light brown hair away from her face.

"Do you just lay here and look up all night?"

"Usually when it's this nice out," Isaac admitted. "Better than TV I suspect, but right now I've got a better looking view of natural beauty."

"Please don't, Isaac," Joyce said as she took Isaac's hand off of her chest where it had cupped a lot of fabric in the pajama top and the bra.

"It's okay, child," he insisted, but Joyce took his hand away again and repeated her request for him not to do that.

"Why did you come back here then, girl?" Isaac asked.

"I'm not sure," Joyce admitted as she turned away from the stars and look at Isaac like a deer caught in the headlights.

"You even been with a man before honey?"

"Once, sort of."

"How about if we just start with this then?" Isaac asked while leaning over and kissing Joyce's thin lips with his large ones, and when she didn't protest Isaac smiled as he loomed over her.

"That was nice, wasn't it?"

"Yeah - never really been kissed before," Joyce replied as her breathing quickened.

"Let's try it again then," Isaac responded. "Give me your tongue this time."

Isaac kissed Joyce again and this time when he tried to push his tongue in her mouth she did not try and stop it and let his tongue duel with hers.

"Wow," Joyce wheezed when Isaac finally broke off the kiss.

"We can touch too," he suggested, but once again when he put his hand on her breast over the fabric her skinny fingers grabbed the massive black paw right away while saying no.

Along with the words though, when Joyce took Isaac's hand away from her chest this time she brought it down her flat stomach and under the elastic of the pajama bottoms. There were no panties underneath, only a lush forest of soft pubic hair that Isaac's hand was drawn to. 

"Oh child, you've got a lot of hair down there don't you? Issac sighed as his fingers raked through the jungle of fur. "I like that, and you're wet too."

"Oh!" Joyce moaned when she felt the thick finger slide into her opening and gently probe inside a bit.

"Mmm... you liked what you saw before, didn't you Joyce?" Isaac asked as he continued to wiggle his finger just inside the teen's tight hairy pussy while taking Joyce's hand with his free one and bringing it down onto his cock which was hanging over his hip.

"That's it Joyce," Isaac said after he let go of Joyce's wrist and felt her began to help rub her hand along the side of his member. "Feels nice."

"This isn't so bad is it?" Isaac said as he watched Joyce begin to squirm. "Now I'm you want me to stop just say so."

"What are you going to do?" Joyce asked as Isaac crawled onto his knees and moved down, taking Joyce's baggy pajama bottoms down as he did, and after getting them off her ankles he parted her skinny legs and knelt between them.

"That's so nice honey. Isaac wants to eat you up," he said as he bent over and looked at the wide triangle of hair that filled the teen's delta, the dancing flames making her bush sparkle as he lowered his face into the fold.

"Mmm..." Isaac moaned as he inhaled the strong musky odor of her sex while licking the labia with broad brushes of his tongue.

Joyce's legs were churning as he began to lick her pussy, and the more the teen moaned and mumbled the more passionate his oral affections became. Soon he had to wrap his hands under and around her hips to hold them down as she writhed and squirmed.

When she came, Isaac only hoped her house was far away because even with her thighs clamping over his ears he could hear her squealing and the second orgasm wasn't much quieter as her entire body convulsed beneath him.

"No more please," Joyce was begging while clawing at his shoulders, and only then did the old man pull his face out of the teen's soggy crotch and crawl back up beside her.

"Didn't you like it honey?" Isaac asked, barely getting the words out before Joyce grabbed his face and kissed him so hard he thought his fillings rattled.

"Sorry," Joyce panted after letting his face go.

"Don't ever be sorry, child. Didn't anybody ever go down on you before?" Isaac asked and after she shook her head he smiled. "Then I guess you liked it."

"Can I do something to you now?" Joyce asked.

"Anything you want honey," Isaac said as he rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his neck. watching as Joyce sat up and put her hand on his chest, running her fingers through the silver fur and smiling shyly.

"This okay?"

"Very much so," Isaac said as she rubbed his nipples, even pinching them a bit before letting her hand slide under his arm and letting her fingernails scrape through the coarse tight curls that filled his armpit. "Nice."

Those were only side trips because her hand went down from there, over his stomach and into the curls above his cock, and then she was on both knees and reaching down between Isaac's spread legs and lifting his cock up from his crotch.

Isaac's cock was not completely limp but it was still like wrestling Jello for the girl who had one hand on the shaft and the other on the tip. Taking a deep breath, Joyce bent over and surprised Isaac by taking the head of his cock into her mouth.

"Oh honey, you done this before," Isaac was saying after Joyce began bobbing her head and sucking enthusiastically on the bulb after peeling back the foreskin like a pro. "You gonna make Isaac hard in no time."

"No time" was in less than a minute, because by then Isaac's cock was as hard as blue steel and Joyce's hands were wrapped around the shaft pumping away as her mouth took care of the rest.




Joyce and the Drifter



Isaac was stunned not only at Joyce's almost rabid assault on his cock but also because she was so good. She would only come up for a quick breath once in a while, spending those seconds jerking his cock vigorously with her fists before putting her mouth back on him.

She would retract the foreskin and lick around the ridge of the head and then let her tongue slide down the underside to his balls before going back to bobbing up and down. It was so good that despite Isaac having a lot of self control he could feel his orgasm roaring through him.

"Gonna cum girl," he gasped, but after realizing she hadn't heard him managed to get his cock out of her mouth just in time. "Aargh!"

Joyce's hands grabbed the saliva soaked cock and jerked it as the cum began to spurt out, first a little spritz and then a series of blasts that sent ropes of cum a couple of feet in the air before splattering on his chest.

Joyce kept milking as the spurts became more like lava rolling out of the gradually softening dick and then it was over.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Huh?" Isaac asked, still in a daze.

"Didn't you want to shoot in my mouth?" Joyce asked, looking a little hurt.

"Oh. I wasn't sure/"

"I don't mind it," Joyce said as she let go of Isaac's manhood and brought the back of her hand to her lips to taste the sap that was hanging off her hand. "Tastes kinda good."

"Maybe next time - if there is one that is."

"Whynot? Didn't I do it good?" Joyce asked.

"Good? It was fantastic but I didn't want to assume anything."

"I thought you liked me," Joyce said.

"I do child. You're the only person I've met that I cared about in so long that I can't remember," Isaac said. "It's just that I learned long ago not to take anything or anyone for granted."

"Say, you want to go down to the creek and take a dip?" Isaac suggested. "I'm kinda sticky."

"You cummed a whole lot," Joyce said as they got up from the sleeping bag.

"After what you did to me I think you drained me dry - and don't tell me you only did that once before too."

"One guy, but I have done it a lot," Joyce admitted. 

"You don't need the flashlight," Isaac said. "Save the batteries. The moon is so bright out that it's like Yankee Stadium out there."

"Hope nobody come by," Joyce said as they reached the water and dipped their toes in.

"At this time of night?"

"Me and my sister used to come down and skinny dip a long time ago," Joyce admitted as they went out to the knee-high water.

"Only one of us is skinny dipping right now," Isaac said. "And honey, you can take your top off."

Joyce looked around and then at Isaac before unbuttoning the pajama top and hanging it up on the branch of a bush above the creek bed. Still wearing her bra, Joyce stepped out to where Isaac was and reached down and splashed some water on herself.

"Water's cool," Joyce commented.

Isaac watched as Joyce was fiddling with the water and realized what Joyce was so modest about. It wasn't the fact that she was trying to hide the fact that she had hair under her arms, because that was no surprise given her downy legs but her shame was about what Isaac saw when Joyce bent down and the padded bra bowed open for a second.

"What about the bra honey?"

"I'd rather keep it on, please?"

"That's up to you babe. I'm never going to pressure you about anything," Isaac said before adding. "Just so you know though, when you bent over a couple of times a minute ago I saw everything you've got."

Joyce made a face and looked down but Isaac reached over and took her chin and raised.

"Nothing to be ashamed of honey," Isaac assured her. "People come in all shapes and sizes - colors too. You're beautiful, and before I leave here I'm going to have you believing it."

"Maybe you will," Joyce said. "You've made me feel better in one day than the rest of the world has since Mama passed."

"Then that will make this trip of mine the best I ever had," Isaac said, leaning over and kissing Joyce as he spoke.

"Had enough swimming?" Isaac said as Joyce started walking to shore, her tiny butt barely jiggling as she walked, and it was then he saw the faint red marks on her pale back.

"Be right back."

Isaac watched as Joyce went over to where the blouse was hanging, and after looking back over her shoulder she finally reached back and unhooked her bra, letting the straps slide off her shoulders and hanging the harness next to her top before walking back to the middle part of the creek with her hands replacing the cups of her bra.

"Glad you came back," Isaac said with a smile and he looked at the girl who was shaking, and certainly not because of the temperature of the air or the water. "I'm very proud of you pretty lady."

Isaac was being honest because it was obvious how self-conscious Joyce was about her breasts, and the old black man figured she had gotten teased a lot about her body in her 18 short years. Her breasts, still shielded behind her shaky hands, were barely swells on her scrawny chest. That fact was already clear to Isaac when she had bent over before but he didn't care a bit.

Isaac put his hands on the sharp shoulders of Joyce, his ebony hands gently rubbing the pale lean blades as he drew Joyce close to him. His arms embraced the trembling teen and as he did her hands came down from her breasts and came around his back.

"That's my girl," Isaac sighed as he felt Joyce's stiff nipples against the hair on his chest, and they hugged silently in the moonlight until Isaac let her go.

If he hadn't gotten a sneak preview earlier, the old black man probably wouldn't have been able to hide his shock upon seeing how flat-chested his new friend was. Joyce's breasts were no bigger than ping-pong balls and the aureolas her little nipples were on were about the diameter of quarters, even smaller than his own.

Isaac stepped around Joyce, ignoring the sharp rock he landed on along the way to hug her from behind. Isaac burrowed his face under Joyce's brown hair and kissed her neck while he brought his hands from around her front of her hips, up her flat stomach and up to her breasts.

Isaac felt Joyce's body shiver as his hands slid up and began to massage the tiny buds, and much to his surprise he found the feel of the girl's almost non-existent breasts very sensual. In fact, despite Joyce's body being pretty much the exact opposite of what he was usually drawn to, the androgynous teen was really arousing to him.

"You're a sexy lady, you know that?" Isaac purred as he nibbled on Joyce's shoulders and heard Joyce's breath chattering as his hands rubbed her breasts while he tried not to think of the scars below his kisses which he feared had a story of their own. "You know I'm not telling tales now either, don't you? You can feel what you do to me."

"Isaac," Joyce whispered as she became aware that the limp penis that had been against her butt crack pointing down when their creek embrace started was now becoming hard and was pointing upward as it was crushed between their bodies.

"Sexy sexy lady," he growled while nibbling all over her neck, and he felt the teen's hands on the top of his head as she reached up and back to touch him.

That stretching made her breasts disappear completely but that didn't stop Isaac from continuing to massage her chest, and judging from the girl's reaction it was clear that the diminutive size did nothing to dampen their sensitivity.

"Want to make love to you honey," Isaac sighed as he bit her neck lightly while letting his hands slide off of her nipples and slip over to let his thumbs briefly stroke the lush tufts of hair that were nestled in the deep pockets of her armpits, something that he had noticed seem to arouse the teen, before going back to her nipples.

"I can't," Joyce gasped. "I ain't that kind."

"I don't think you're any kind. You're just lonely like me and see something you want just like I do."

"Can't."

"Sure you can," Isaac purred. "Want you so bad, and I think you want me too."

"Not tonight," Joyce said - begged. "Please?"

"Tomorrow?" Isaac asked.

"Maybe, it's just that I'm scared."

"I won''t hurt you baby," Isaac said, pinching the pointy nipples lightly while continuing to make the girl shiver with his kisses. "I'll be so gentle. You want to it too. Tell Isaac you want me."

"I do - it's just that..." Joyce said before breaking away from Isaac's embrace, but only long enough to spin and go down to her knees in the creek, the cool water going up to just below her breasts.

With as much enthusiasm as she had shown back at the camp, Joyce seized the semi-turgid black pole that was swaying in front of the old black man and brought it to her lips.

"Oh Joyce," Isaac moaned as she handled the stiffening hunk of manhood like a pro, her mouth straining as wide as she could to accommodate the thick cock while trying to swallow more and more of him with each slide down the rod. "So good."

The stars above looked no different than they had the night before to Isaac, but as the old black man stood in the middle of the Cincinnati Creek and looked upward in between peeks down at his young friend, he was stunned at how much things had changed.

The skinny girl hadn't even been a stranger to him yesterday. Neither of them knew the other existed this time yesterday, and now this daughter of some back-country redneck was on her knees giving him head that was beyond incredible.

Even the thought of her father appearing on the shore, enraged at seeing his daughter on her knees before this black drifter trying to take close to a foot of his big black cock down her throat, wasn't enough to make Isaac any less excited because as he reasoned, if you gotta go...

"Oh honey!" Isaac groaned as he looked down and saw his cock looking up at him, a pearl of pre-cum visible on the tip of the purplish head which was partly exposed as the foreskin rode down.

Joyce was holding his cock upright as her head bowed under the monolith so she could lick his balls. Her tongue lapped at the wrinkled hairy pouch in between taking each nut into her mouth and sucking it, with Isaac watching the pearl of pre-cum become a trickle of seed.

"Oh darling you're going to make Isaac cum," he moaned, surprised that he had been able to keep from cumming this long because the girl had been sucking his cock for - who knows how long?

This got Joyce to get back to his cock, grabbing the vein-riddled shaft in both fists while taking him into her mouth. She seemed possessed, with her fists savagely pulling and pushing the stump of his member while her mouth sucked what her hands didn't cover.

"Cumming!" Isaac cried out as his knees buckled, but this time he didn't interfere but instead just cradled Joyce's head as he came, letting the ropes of his seed spurt into the teen's throat while she continued to jerk him hard.

Joyce was still yanking and sucking on his cock as it went limp in her hands until finally Isaac reached down and helped the girl to her feet.

"You are something else," Isaac said to the red-faced girl who seemed embarrassed now that it was over.

"Kinda chilly now," Joyce said as coming up out of the creek had left a lot of wet skin exposed to the air.

"Let's get on in then," Isaac said as he wrapped his arm around Joyce's shoulder and walked into shore with her.

Joyce grabbed her bra and pajama top from the branch and let the older black man help her up onto shore and back to his campsite.

"Got a towel here," Isaac said as he pulled a worn grey towel from the tree it was hanging from and gave it to Joyce. "I can drip dry."

Joyce was only wet from under her breasts down but before she started drying she quickly put her bra back on.

"Gonna break you of that before I'm done," Isaac said of her modesty. "You're going to be showing off those breasts of yours when I get done here."

"Itty bitty titty committee."

"Say what?'

"That's what me and a friend of mine called ourselves back when I went to school," Joyce explained. "Hers grew though. Mine never did."

"They're beautiful," Isaac declared as he watched Joyce run the towel through the wide triangle of hair that guarded her sex, hair that had felt so soft against his cheeks, and the taste of her was still in his mouth as he watched Joyce finish drying and put her bottoms back on. 

"Gotta get back now. Going to be light soon," Joyce said.

"I'll walk out part of the way with you," Isaac said, slipping on a clean pair of boxers along with his sneakers, and despite Joyce's protests he insisted.

"Don't want to say goodnight to you just yet," Isaac confessed. "This is the best night I can remember in a long time."

"Really?" Joyce asked as the narrow path began to widen.

"You kidding?"

"Me too," Joyce said. "I'm glad I barged down there and found you."

"This will give me a chance to find out where you live," Isaac said as he took Joyce's hand in his when the path became a sloping field. "You mind me holding your hand?"

"No. It feels nice. My house, it ain't much," Joyce admitted.

"Don't have to be much, as long as you're happy," Isaac said.

"Who said I'm happy?" Joyce asked.

"Why? Because you're poor? Hell, money don't mean that much."

"No, I don't know anything but poor so that don't bother me. It's just that I want to - I don't know. Maybe catch up with my sister and get away from here."

"Your Daddy - he whip you?" Isaac asked, and when he felt Joyce's hand tighten in his he explained, "I saw the marks on your back."

"Only when I deserve it," Joyce said glumly as she pointed to a little farmhouse with faded white paint. "There it is up on the other side of the corn."

"What's a girl like you do to deserve that, if you don't mind me asking? Mess around with boys?"

"Me? Gosh no. Except for a game of spin the bottle with I was real little, tonight was the first time anybody ever kissed me."

"You have to be kidding. That's crazy. So what gets you whipped?"

"I dunno. Talking back. Getting drunk."

"You drink Joyce?"

"No, I meant Daddy getting drunk. I think being ugly gets me switched sometimes."

"Oh. Being ugly?"

"I ain't as pretty as my sister. She was really cute."

"So are you."

"Really well built too, if you know what I mean," Joyce explained.

"What that got to do with him?" Isaac asked.

"Better stop here," Joyce said as the house got closer. "You want the flashlight?"

"No, I'm fine. I don't understand..."

"We'll talk tomorrow," Joyce said.

"Okay. Hope you don't get caught."

"Daddy will know I wasn't in bed, but he's used to me not being able to sleep so that won't matter."

"What does he do? Check your bedroom during the night?"

"No. Isaac? Could you kiss me again? Like you did before?"

"Of course," the old black man said as he wrapped his wiry arms around the long and lanky lady and brought his lips to hers, not letting go until Joyce did.

"For somebody who doesn't get kissed, you learn fast," Isaac said. "What do you do, climb in through your bedroom window?"

"Don't have a bedroom," Joyce said without emotion.

"Don't have one? Seems like a big house."

"It is."

"Well why don't you sleep in a bedroom?"

"I do," Joyce said. "Daddy's bedroom."

"What?" Isaac hissed. "You sleep in your father's bed?"

"Yeah. Told you I'm the woman of the house," Joyce said, and when she saw the horror on the old black man's face she quickly added, "Please don't judge him. He's not a bad man. It's just that he's lonely and ain't got nobody else."

"You mean you and him..."

"No, not really. Guess that's one of the benefits of being ugly," Joyce said, and then after averting her eyes from Isaac's she muttered, "Shouldn't have said anything. Ruined a great night and got you mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you child," Isaac said. "I'm just - confused."

"Then I can come back to see you again?"

"Of course honey."

"Good. Gotta go," Joyce said as she gave him a kiss and skipped towards the house.

"Oh man," Isaac mumbled to the darkness after Joyce disappeared. "Oh man."

***

Isaac was fishing on the bank of the creek the next morning when company arrived, and after Joyce gave him a timid wave he shook his head and got to his feet and ambled over to the lanky teen. Wrapping his arms around her, he gave her a kiss that was designed to make it clear how he still felt about the girl.

"Catch anything?" Joyce asked.

"I sure did, and she's a beauty," Isaac said before giving her a kiss that had Joyce making noises as she returned the passion plus some.

"Still hot," Joyce said about the temperature that was climbing to the uncomfortable range even though it wasn't noon yet.

"Getting hotter here," Isaac mused. "Do you know if there's some place around here where you can take a shower, like around a public campground? There's one up north at Eagle Bay but I've never been around here before."

"Don't think so," Joyce said before her eyes widened as something came to mind. "Daddy goes down to Utica and Rome tomorrow to dump off some produce - usually takes him a couple of hours because he stops someplace for a bump and a beer on the way back. If you want you could come up to the house and take a bath."

"Sounds risky," Isaac said.

"I guess but - I don't care."

"You mean he won't kill you though if he ever saw me in his house with you," Isaac noted.

"Don't think so because he would come after you first and that might give me a chance to clobber him," Joyce explained with only a little bit of humor in her voice. "I could even help you. Wash your bath and your fun things."

"That right? You ever give a guy a bath before?" Isaac asked, and right after he spoke he realized he shouldn't have from the look on Joyce's face. "I'm sorry."

"No need to be," Joyce said as she looked past the old black man and up the creek. "I guess things are different out here in the sticks than in the big city."

"No, I suspect people are the same all over," Isaac replied. "I take it when you were talking about yourself yesterday, the guy that you had been with before was your father."

"Yeah but it wasn't really - I mean he only put it in me for a few seconds and then he stopped. Said I was too ugly and he couldn't stay excited around a woman with no breasts so after that he only has me do - you know - to him."

"He wasn't like this always," Joyce said in trying to justify what her father was doing when she saw the pained expression on Isaac's face. "When Mama was alive we were all so happy and stuff was normal. Then when Mama passed Daddy changed. he turned cold and angry and that when my older sister got moved into Daddy's bedroom."

"And your sister left? Didn't like it?"

"Pretty much. Sandy wanted me to come with her but I was only 14 and was in school and being a normal kid so I stayed," Joyce said. "Figured Daddy needed help around here."

"And you got moved in to play his wife?"

"You're mad at me."

"No child, I'm mad at the world," Isaac said as he held the slender teen and squeezed her tight. "I could never be mad at you. I just wish there was something I could do."

"There is," Joyce said as she reached into her back pocket and pulled out a few square foil packets. "Daddy used to use this when he diddled my sister. I want you to make love to me."

"Child, I don't know..."

"Oh."

"No, I mean those things? I'm not sure they will work on me, but we can try."

"Why?"

"Kinda tough to get them on, and then they rip," Isaac explained. "You know, I'm an old man. Not sure if I can, you know?"

"Heck, you got hard twice last night," Joyce recalled.

"No, I mean that when a man gets older he isn't able to father, and even when I was younger my wife and me couldn't get her pregnant although I don't know which one of us was the problem," Isaac said. "But I sure would like to be the first man to make love to you."




Joyce and the Drifter



But he..."

"That time with your Daddy? That don't count," Isaac declared. "That's not love. I don't know what it is but love ain't it." 

"I want you to," Joyce said, looking around before unbuttoning her blouse and opening it up, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. "Still want to?"

"Yes Joyce. More than ever," Isaac said as he led her back to the campsite with both of them shedding clothes along the way.

"Can we at least try these?" Joyce said as she fumbled with the condom before Isaac took it from her and ripped it open.

Joyce was already down on her knees, tugging his pants and briefs down before grabbing his flaccid cock and pulling on it.

"Even scarier in the light," Joyce said as she milked the rubbery hose before licking the crown, and by the time Isaac got the rubber out of the foil he was nearly hard.

"Squeeze it tight down near the stump," Isaac said as he brought the latex up to the tip of his cock and tried to roll it down his now stiff organ but the thing split down the side when it went over the ridge of his glans.

"Sorry honey. They're probably old too and that don't help none," Isaac said after a second attempt got the sheath half way down the length of his cock when it too ruptured.

"Don't matter," Joyce said as she fell back onto the sleeping back and kicked her shorts off her feet. "Hurry - before I chicken out.'

Isaac knelt between Joyce's impossibly long legs and reached up to grab her threadbare panties which were unable to contain her bush which peeked out the sides of the underwear. Peeling them down and off, Isaac ran his hand through the dense jungle, feeling the moisture around the opening as he pushed a finger in before bringing his cock to the entrance.

Joyce was on the back with her legs in the air, gripping the backs of her thighs as she felt the knob of the black man's huge cock push into her fold, her neck muscles and veins bulging while she bit her lower lip.

"Relax honey," Isaac was saying as he pulled the tip out and spit in his palm, wiping his saliva on the head of his tool before bringing it back between the lips of the girl's sex.

It wasn't lack of moisture that was keeping him out but the incredible tightness of her pussy, along with her nerves combining to make entry a challenge despite the rubbery nature of the purplish glans.

"It's okay child," Isaac said. "Just relax. You and me gonna make sweet love together."

"I know," Joyce grunted. "Trying."

"Don't try," Isaac explained as he pressed forward. "Let it happen. There we go. See?" 

"Omigod!"

Joyce's scream was more a garbled groan as the head of the black man's cock popped inside of her nearly virginal sex, and Isaac tried to ignore the tears trickling down the sides of Joyce's beet-red face while he tried to ease a little more of his thick manhood inside.

"Nice," Isaac sighed as he just made tiny pushes in and out of the vice-like opening. "We did it baby. How's that feel? You okay?"

"Don't stop," Joyce pleaded as a little more of the ebony flesh eased into her.

Isaac looked down at the erotic sight of the end of his cock, wet with the juices of the teen's pussy, dipping in and out of the dense bush while above it most of the vein-riddled shaft was throbbing.

"Isaac," Joyce was saying, her hands no longer on the backs of her thighs but gripping his biceps as her eyes rolled back a bit in her head.

"That's it baby - cum for me," Isaac grinned as she arched her head backward and her mouth opened in a silent scream while the already tight orifice contracted around his tool.

"Ooh!" Joyce moaned as her body shuddered while the old black man began moving a little faster, thrusting a more and more of himself into her.

Faster and deeper Isaac went while his dangling sac slapped into her crotch, his sweat raining down on the pale torso below him. He was going to cum soon but thought Joyce might be on the verge any second as well so he held back as long as he could until he felt Joyce's fingers dig into his arms again.

After he felt her pussy contract and then relax around him he gave a couple of deep thrusts before pulling his cock out of the girl and wrapping his fist around his throbbing cock to stroke it slow but hard.

"Aw!" Isaac cried out as he looked down and watched the ropes of milky seed spurt out onto Joyce's stomach and chest, even reaching up to her collarbone before he finally stopped cumming.

It wasn't much of a birth control method but even though there was little chance of him shooting live rounds at his age, he felt a little better about it and Joyce seemed to enjoy being sprayed by his hot seed.

"Maybe it will make them grow," Joyce suggested after looking up at Isaac who was suspending himself over the teen with his wiry arms as her hands rubbed his semen over her flat chest.

"That was so good honey," Isaac said as he finally began to catch his breath, his limp cock now fully drained. "I hope it was for you too."

"It hurt - at lot at first," Joyce admitted after Isaac rolled off to her side, and as he did Joyce moved onto her hip and cuddled up next to him, her pale hand running over Isaac's sweaty ebony skin. "Stopped hurting though. Betcha it won't hurt as much next time."

"Next time?" Isaac chuckled as he watched Joyce's fingers sliding down his body. "I'm all for a next time but remember I'm an old man."

"Maybe tonight?" Joyce asked hopefully as she lifted the weighty snake from between Isaac's legs and examined it, the flesh and blood more like Jello now as it wobbled in her grasp.

"Are we making a date?" Isaac asked as Joyce blushed.

"Guess so," Joyce admitted while pulling on the limp hose still moist with her fluids, and after stretching it out and getting one last pearl of seed to appear in the tip let it rest on his stomach. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure child."

"This is probably stupid but I've only seen two of these," Joyce admitted as she let her hand lightly stroke the underside of Isaac's manhood from the stringy roots at the base all the way up to the crinkled edge of his foreskin, and as he gripped the crown and pulled the rubbery hose or as far as it would stretch she asked, "Is your thing big or normal sized?"

"I don't know child. I suspect it's on the larger side but I never spent a lot of time looking at other guys. Why?"

"Just curious."

"Not a stupid question honey, and I don't think that not seeing a bunch of them before is anything to be ashamed of," Isaac said. "I think it's sweet."

"I'm going to have to get back home before Daddy misses me," Joyce said as she slowly rose and stretched her androgynous frame.

"Better go splash off down at the creek," Isaac said as he rose to join her. "You smell like you just made love."

"I like the smell," Joyce said as she hugged the old black man. "Thank you."

"Thank me? For what?"

"For making me a woman. I was afraid I was going to die without ever making love."

"Well child, you were a woman before that but the pleasure was all mine," Isaac said before grabbing Joyce just before they emerged from the woods. "Hold it. Company."

"Omigod," Joyce giggled as a couple of people in canoes were paddling slowly by, and as they huddled in the brush she added. "That was close."

"Bet we're having more fun then they are," Isaac opined as he wrapped his arms around Joyce from behind, his weathered bony hands cupping and softly caressing Joyce's tiny breasts while nibbling on her neck.

"Making me tingly," she giggled as her pointy little nipples popped out, and after they watched the boaters disappear around the bend Joyce stepped out and splashed some water on the front of her body.

"Missed some," Isaac said as he pointed to a string of semen hanging on her bush, and after Joyce got rid of that evidence she hopped back onto land to quickly dry and dress.

"I'll try to make it back with a little lunch or dinner," Joyce said before leaving. "Not sure when though."

"I'll be around," Isaac said. "I'm in heaven back here so why would I leave?"

"I love you," Joyce said before turning to leave. "Sounds stupid but I do."

"I like the sound of it. I love you too child," Isaac said. "Nothing wrong with loving someone. Enough hate in the world as it is. Be careful you don't get caught."

***

"Didn't hurt hardly at all that time," Joyce declared as the flames from the fire danced over their sweaty naked bodies while they basked in the afterglow. "Kinda lost my head there for a time."

"Too busy doing the same thing to really notice," Isaac said, although in fact he remembered every moment they were rolling around on the sleeping bag.

Joyce on top at the end, riding his cock with her arms flailing around, clutching at her titties as she bounced up and down on his rod. That was the end for Isaac, since seeing a woman squeezing her own breasts had always been one of his favorite sights, and when he came he came inside of the teen.

Now the lanky girl was on top of him, their drenched bodies intertwined. There had been talk of going down to take a dip to cool off but they were too busy enjoying the moment to get up right now, although Joyce eventually rolled off to Isaac's side.

"What was tonight like?" Isaac asked.

"It was great," Joyce declared.

"No, I mean what did you do tonight," Isaac asked. "I mean from the time late this afternoon when you brought me the sandwich until you came back after dark. What did you do?"

"The usual," Joyce mumbled.

"What's the usual?" Isaac pressed.

"You sure you want to hear it?" Joyce asked, and after Isaac nodded she added, "Not sure you want to hear it."

"Maybe not but I feel like I have to," Isaac admitted.

"Not ashamed," Joyce said before correcting herself. "That's pretty sad isn't it because I should be. Used to be."

"I don't judge - at least not you child."

"Well, I made supper. Meat loaf and mashed potatoes."

"Looking forward to it as a midnight snack," Isaac said of the little package in the aluminum foil Joyce had brought with her when she had returned.

"Didn't come out all that great and didn't have much extra," Joyce explained apologetically. "Then after dinner I did the dishes and cleaned up a little. Then me and Daddy watched Hogan's Heroes. You ever see that?"

"You got a television?"

"Little one. We get a couple of stations from Utica if the weather allows.

"Yeah, I've seen the show. Not bad. They even got a brother in it."

"Then after the show was over Daddy went to the bathroom and told me it was time for bed," Joyce said while toying with the silver curls on Isaac's chest. "You sure you want to hear this?"

"If you would rather not I understand," Isaac said. "But I think a part of you wants to."

"Never told nobody about this. I was going to tell the preacher a couple of times - every Sunday I'm tempted to but with Daddy there I always chicken out."

"You go to church with your father?"

"Every Sunday. Day after tomorrow we'll be there."

"The family that prays together..." Isaac mused. "Never mind. Go ahead."

"I get ready for bed. Brush my teeth and put on my stuff."

"What stuff? Sexy stuff?"

"Omigod no. Don't have anything like that. My bra and my pajamas. Gotta wear the bra."

"Then what?"

"Daddy's usually in bed naked. If he's on his stomach I know he wants me to massage him," Joyce explained. "He works so hard - I know what you're thinking but anyway he does really work hard to keep the place halfway afloat - so I rub his back and his shoulders and his legs."

"Then?"

"Then he rolls over and I massage the rest of him."

"That's it?"

"No. I mean, you know."

"No I don't honey."

"I - oh gee," Joyce said before shaking her head and taking a deep breath. "I suck on his thing."

"This happens every night?"

"Yes, just about," Joyce said before quickly adding. "I brushed my teeth before I came back here."

"And that's all that happens, not that it isn't enough?" Isaac muttered.

"Pretty much, except for that one time I told you about," Joyce said while watching Isaac's reaction. "And once in a while..."

"What?" Isaac said, and when Joyce hesitated he kept pressing. "What about once in a while?"

"Knew I shouldn't have said anything," Joyce mumbled. "Finally make a friend and I screw it up."

"Hey child, I told you I'm not a judge," Isaac reminded her. "I think you want to tell somebody. Somebody that you trust will not judge you and that's me."

"Every once in a while - it ain't that often - I think Daddy gets to missing Mama and maybe my sister," Joyce said slowly. "Those nights he has me take my pajamas off and he puts his thing in my bottom. That way he don't have to look at my face or my boobies."

Isaac let out a large exhale as the words hung in the stifling night air, dead still save the crackling of the fire and the sounds of the nocturnal creatures of the night.

"Isaac?"

"I'm here honey. I'm sorry."

"Still like me?"

"Still love you. I just feel bad for you."

"Don't hurt when he does it. Daddy ain't built like you," Joyce explained. "Part of me not wanting to tell you that was I was afraid you would want to do it that way too."

"No honey, that's not me," Isaac said. "Can I get a hug before you go?" 

"Sure," Joyce said happily, and as they embraced they kissed, a long kiss that didn't seem to have an end, and then they were getting up and Joyce was putting on her pajamas and Isaac his boxers.

"You going to let me give you a bath tomorrow, aren't you?" Joyce asked as they made their way through the woods.

"You make it sound like you're doing me a favor," Isaac chuckled. "I'm the one that's getting the treat."

"Both of us are. Now Daddy leaves for the city around 10 or so. When I see the pick-up truck go then I'll be coming get you."

"I'll be watching for him to leave. I'll be at your door by the time he's down the road," Isaac said. 

"This is going to be fun," Joyce said as she gave Isaac a kiss good night.

"Sleep tight child," Isaac said as Joyce went into the farmhouse, or hell-hole he mused while turning to go back to his tent.

***

"You like bubbles?" Joyce said as she held up a box of Mr. Bubble. "Got this for Christmas last year."

"Ought to save it for yourself," Isaac said as he looked at the sad gift.

"This is for me," Joyce said as she watched Isaac undress while sprinkling some flakes under the water faucet.

"Don't look too close Joyce," Isaac said as he stood naked in the bathroom, which was as utilitarian as the rest of the place, neat and clean but not fancy in the least. "Not very pretty in the light of day."

"You are to me," Joyce said as she knelt on the worn rug in front of the tub and reached out and grabbed Isaac by the dick and pulled him to the tub. "Your thing is so neat. I remember when I first saw it and I was thinking, these things double in size when they get stiff I think so what in the world is this gonna look like then?"

"Not mine. What you see is what you get," he sighed as Joyce brought the cock to his lips and licked the tip hidden inside the shroud. "What you doing now?"

Joyce giggled while she peeled back the foreskin and sucked on the plum before letting her lips slide about halfway down the shaft.

"This is a nice bath," Isaac said as he ran his hand though Joyce's hair.

"I'll finish after you get all scrubbed up."

"And I need this too," Isaac said as he stepped gingerly into the warm water. "I keep as clean as I can but even so I wondered how you could take it."

"Made me tingly. You smell like a man," Joyce said. "I ain't much for perfumes anyway. Going to take this off so I can do your bath right." 

"I remember a couple of days ago when you used to be ashamed of your body," Isaac noted as he watched the teen take off her blouse. "No bra any more either I see."

"Don't need one, except for when - well - I don't need one," Joyce said as she looked down at the diminutive swells on her chest. "You seem to like me okay in spite of everything."

"Because of everything, and I like you a lot more than okay," Isaac said as he eased back in the tub. "This is nice."

"I'll start at this end," Joyce said as she started to scrub Isaac's feet. "Want me to trim your nails after?"

"Child, you can do whatever you want to me," he declared as the girl washed between his toes before moving up.

"Your dick is hard," Joyce said as she worked her way up the old man's body, her hands and a washcloth scrubbing his nuts under the bubbles.

"Not if you keep playing down there," Isaac chuckled as the tip of his manhood appeared above the water line.

"I'll be careful," Joyce said as she scrubbed up Isaac's stomach and chest, and when he lifted his arms she lathered up his armpits before getting him to lean forward so she could wash his back until finally telling Isaac to stand up.

"Bend over a little," Joyce instructed, and when he did her soapy hands scrubbed the crack of the ass.

"Ohh!" Isaac moaned as Joyce got very intimate with her cleaning. "Get it good."

"Like this?" Joyce giggled as Isaac jumped when her finger dipped inside of him briefly before

announcing it was time to rinse him off.

Joyce attached a rubber hose with a sprayer on the end and after unplugging the tub turned on the water to get the soap off of him.

"Never got service like this before," Isaac declared as Joyce got the soap off of him before helping him out of the tub. "Want me to give you a bath now?"

"No time," Joyce said glumly while making a face. "Got to dry you off."

Joyce started at Isaac's feet and worked her way up, using the threadbare towel to dry his slender legs before drying his balls and cock for a very long time.

"Got to make sure you're all dry," Joyce declared as she dried under the long foreskin of his cock which was standing almost straight out from his lean body, the vein-riddled monster seeming to throb visibly under Joyce's touch. "It's almost as big as my arm. See?"

Joyce had put her elbow in his pubic hair and made a fist, chortling at the way her knuckles were barely past the end of Isaac's cock in that pose, before resuming her drying.

"Upsy-daisy," Joyce exclaimed, and after Isaac raised his arms she worked the towel briskly through the coarse hair that filled his armpit, even leaning forward to give the fur a kiss. "I like the way your hair feels."

"I like yours better," Isaac declared as he reached over and stroked the hair under Joyce's arm, which caused her to make a face.

"Want to shave mine?" Joyce asked as she raised her arm higher. "Daddy's got a safety razor in the cabinet. I never shaved my armpits before."

"I haven't either," Isaac said. "It don't bother me none either way, and it's so soft I kind of like the feel of it. Plus it makes you look older."

"Guess I better leave it," Joyce decided. "If Daddy ever noticed I was shaved he would wonder what was up. Sometimes late at night he does what you did before, you know? Unbuttons my top and reaches under my arms to stroke it and kiss the hairs. He thinks I'm asleep but I'm a light sleeper. I like it when you do it though."

"Do we have time for - you know?" Isaac asked, and with that Joyce led him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, where a neatly made bed made Isaac shiver.

"Not much time," Joyce said when she looked over at the clock.

"Don't need much," Isaac said as he put Joyce on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed.

"Please don't," Joyce said at first, but Isaac's hand went past the tiny fur-ringed orifice to the one underneath, and after finding her very wet brought his cock up to the entrance.

"Oh!" Joyce moaned as Isaac slide his throbbing member into her pussy, and soon he was rocking in and out while standing at the end of the bed with Joyce's bony hips in his hands. 

Beyond the slender girl on all fours in front of him, Isaac looked at the past on top of a dresser; pictures of a man and a woman long ago, and then a picture of three and then all four of them.