4 comments/ 103355 views/ 17 favorites Out on the Farm By: furryfan All characters are of legal age. The place is the Southern Tier area of New York State. The next time you drive through one of those sleepy little rural towns so small that they barely show up on a map, consider that perhaps there is a lot more going on than meets the eye. That surely was the case back then in the town of Chapman; where the gently rolling fields of corn, the faded farmhouses, and weather-beaten barns certainly gave no indication of what was really going on under the surface. ... Chapter One: Watching the neighbor girl. A farmer's work is never done, but at my advanced age, I tended to cut corners. Since my wife had passed on four years earlier, I had pretty much lost interest in the farm, and in my mind I was playing out the string, just going through the motions because I didn't know much of anything else. I planted and sowed and harvested out of habit more than anything else. There was a lot of space between farms out my way, so there wasn't a close circle of neighbors, or of people my age. Our kids - son Will and daughters Faye and Luann, had long since married and moved away, so I was pretty much on my own except for the occasional holiday gathering. The Tillis family to my west was one I had a waving relationship with. You drive past, and you wave. You're out plowing and see them in their field and you wave. They paid their respects when Bernice passed on, and brought over some food, but that was about it. That's the way we all lived - keep to yourself for the most part and mind your own business. I knew that Bob and Peg Tillis had a son who had grown up and moved out on his own, which was what kids did if they had half a brain. Beating your brains out trying to make a living on a farm was a sure way to stay pretty poor, and the smart one figured that out early. Their younger kid was still on the farm, and I had noticed her growing up over the years. Judging by the looks of her, she would probably be moving on herself. Not a ravishing beauty by contemporary stands I suppose, but she seemed cute enough, and by last summer had developed into a nice looking gal. The reason I knew that was that I kept an eye on her last summer. A very close eye, courtesy of my late wife's binoculars. She used them to watch birds, but I was never much into that sort of thing. Looking at Tammy Tillis; now that was something I became very interested in. Last summer she had a boyfriend who would stop by every evening after dinner. They would wander out back of their house, way back where the field ended with a long slope that led to the Six Mile Creek and the railroad tracks beyond that. It was a nice place to have a picnic, back in the good old days for us. Now I assumed that it was a place where a boy and a girl could make out. As for me, left having nothing to do but watch TV, I was curious as to what they were up to, so one evening I made a point of wandering back in my own field a little earlier than they usually went to there spot. I know it sounds perverted, but I was a bored and lonely man, and the prospects of this 60 year old man kissing anything but his own ass goodbye at this point, were slim indeed. So as I hunkered down behind a swell of ground and trained my eyes on the two of them, I wasn't prepared for what I was about to see. The boy - looked like one of the Bartlett's kids to me - took Tammy down the side of the hill, and had dropped his jeans down to his ankles. Tammy was taking off her clothes as well, and after she stripped down naked, went down on her knees in front of the boy and began sucking on his pecker. I had trouble keeping the binoculars steady as I watched from over Tammy's shoulders while she gobbled that boy's dick like it was a Popsicle. He was running his hands through her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair while she sucked on him, helping to move her head up and down his tool. I wanted to get a look at Tammy, but with her back to me I had to settle for a look at her backside. She had a nice big butt - maybe a little too big for the rest of her body but fine by me - and plump but shapely legs. My binoculars were so good that I could see all the freckles she had on her back, shoulders and arms. Suddenly, he pulled his pecker out of her mouth and was on top of her almost instantly. He began humping that poor girl like an animal, and she had her legs wrapped around his butt and held on for dear life. Within a couple of minutes, he pulled up off of Tammy, and I saw her reach up and grab his pecker and jerk on him a bunch of times. He shot his spunk all over her belly while she tugged on him until he was dry. After they rested for a minute, they got up and he helped Tammy clean the seed off her. This gave me a look at the front of Tammy; cute titties that were plumper than I had imagined, and further down, a little thick but solid around the middle, and a big bush between her legs. A little darker than the hair on her head, but it looked really thick and full. I love a nice bush between a gal's legs, like my dear Bernice had, and Tammy sure looked like she had one. They got dressed and headed back toward the Tillis farmhouse, while I got back on my feet with a erection. That was an unusual occurrence for me, and after looking around, I took my cock out and wrapped my hand around it and milked myself until I left my seed on the ground, imagining that my fist was that sweet girl's pussy. After I did that, I felt embarrassed, and vowed I would never do that again. It was nice to know that the thing still worked, but that was not something that a man my age should be doing. Imagine if someone had seen me jerking off after watching a couple fucking. They would lock me up for sure. Never again. ... Chapter Two: Back For More. Needless to say, I was out there virtually every night for the rest of the summer, and so were Tammy and her boyfriend. Sometimes the lead up was different, but in the end, the would be screwing and I would be watching, and from time to time pleasuring myself as well. Tammy and her young stud were usually missionary people, but occasionally they would do it doggy-style. Either way, it was entertainment that wasn't on CBS, and since Green Acres and Petticoat Junction were all repeats, I was happy to watch a new show out there every night. Summer passed and with the coming of cooler weather they stopped going back there so much, and after a while it became a memory. Good while it lasted, but now for me it was back to television and watching the clock turn and the snow fall. Eventually winter did end and spring found me back on the tractor trying to figure out a way to stay alive for another year. Another year of work and loneliness, and another year without Bernice. You don't know what you've got until it's gone, and I was a true believer in that saying. After I got my planting done, summer came and when it did, it came with a vengeance. It was a scorcher from the start, and evenings found me out on my back porch, trying to escape the oppressive humidity inside the house. One of those nights, I happened to look over across the field and who did I happen to see walking toward the tracks but Tammy, the object of my voyeuristic attention last year. She was alone this time, and after she headed out of sight I scrambled inside the house to get my binoculars. It took me a bit of time to find them, but I made up for it by stepping lively out to my old viewing spot. I suspected that they had a new scheme to avoid detection by Tammy's folks, and that they would meet out by the tree on the side of the hill. When I got out there, Tammy was alone, and just sitting with her back to the tree and looking out over the creek. The freight train made its usual 7:00 run by, and soon after that Tammy got up and trudged toward her house. Probably got stood up, or so I figured. The next night I kept an eye out for Tammy and she went back at the usual time. I went back moments later and saw her sitting there again, just staring out over the creek. The freight train came and went, and so did Tammy. I missed watching the lovebirds doing their mating thing, as sick as that sounds, but I also felt bad about the way that Tammy looked as she walked. Moping and downtrodden, she looked exactly the way I felt. The next night, after she went out there and sat at the tree, and no one came for a few minutes to join her, I hung up my binoculars on the branch of a tree and walked over her way. What possessed me to do this, I have no idea. I'm usually a quiet person who keeps to myself and I don't think I said more than a dozen words to this girl in my life. Hell, I wasn't 100% sure her name was Tammy. Making enough noise to scare away the wildlife, I still managed to catch the girl by surprise when I came up alongside the tree, and as I spoke she jumped. "Hello," I said. "Tammy isn't it? I'm John Collier. I live across the way." "Oh sure," Tammy said, scrambling to her feet and knocking the dirt off her shorts. "Hi, Mr. Collier." "Didn't mean to scare you, Tammy," I said awkwardly. "Happened to see you sitting over her and thought I would say hello." "Guess I was wool gathering," Tammy said. "Uh - this isn't your property, is it? I'm never sure about where the line is." "I don't think it's my land, and it don't much matter anyway," I told her. "Land's sure not worth enough to go fencing off, and I'm sure your Dad feels the same way. Nice out here though." "Beats sitting in the house," Tammy said glumly. "Mind if I pull up some earth and join you?" I asked hopefully. "Sure," Tammy said, and the way she said it with some enthusiasm made me feel less like the intruder that I feared being. "The train will be coming by in about a half hour. That's the highlight of the night for me." "Gee, a young person like you should be out painting the town or something," I said. "Around this town?" Tammy said with a chuckle. "There's plenty of nothing to do. That's why I'm out here waiting for a lousy old train, and imagining jumping on it and letting me take it wherever it goes." "Cleveland or maybe Albany," I guessed without knowing. "Got to be better than here," Tammy said with sadness. "Don't be so sure," I advised her. "I've been to Albany - me and Bernice spent a month there one weekend a long time ago." This got Tammy to laugh a little - a delightfully lilting chuckle that showed a smile chock full of big teeth. Freckles dotted her nose and forehead, and if her strawberry blonde hair was in pigtails, she would look like the girl on the Vermont Maid syrup bottle. Not a classic beauty, but in my eyes she surely was cute in her own way. After that, we got more comfortable in talking about things, and when the train went by we hardly noticed it. The sun began to set soon after that, and Tammy and I stood up and dusted ourselves off before heading to our respective homes. "I had fun talking with you," I told Tammy as we turned and began walking. "Been so long since I've really had a conversation with somebody that I wasn't sure I could do it." "I had fun too, Tammy said, and then shyly added, "I go out here just about every night, except when it rains." "I know," I said, and then kicked myself for my big mouth, but if Tammy noticed she didn't let on. "If you ever want to talk or anything..." "It's a deal," I told her, and she smiled and gave a little wave before she headed off. The loose fitting denim shirt didn't reveal much, but the denim shorts showcased a plump butt and nice legs, chubby but curvy. She caught me staring when she turned around after about 100 yards, but she just smiled and waved again. Not as erotic an experience as being a peeping Tom had been, but much more enjoyable, no matter what dirty thoughts were in the back of my mind. ... Chapter Three: Under the tree. Tammy headed out towards the back of the field a few minutes earlier that usual the next night, but since I was washing the dishes and staring out that way anyway, I saw her and finished up quickly. I had put on a fresh T-shirt and clean slacks, hoping to make the best impression possible, for whatever reason, and made sure she didn't have time to change her mind by hustling out a few moments after her. It was hot and humid, but it felt like thunderstorms might be a possibility, and while we needed the rain, I hoped that it would hold off until dark. "This space taken?" I asked Tammy motioning to the root I had sat on the night before. "Reserved for you Mr. Collier," Tammy said, patting the spot with her hand. Tammy was wearing a red and white checked blouse that she had tied up under her chest, revealing her pale tummy. The sleeves of her blouse were torn off, with a few tell-tale threads giving that fact away. The absence of sleeves exposed Tammy's arms, the outsides of which were dotted with freckles from wrist to shoulder. "Wow! You've got your Mom's freckles!" I exclaimed, remembering that Mrs. Tillis was richly freckled as well when last I saw her. "Yeah, lucky me," Tammy said self-consciously, rubbing her hands up and down her arms as if to erase them. "Nothing cuter than a pretty girl with freckles," I informed Tammy, who made a face as she blushed. I was also tempted to say how much I enjoyed the sight of the wisps of golden hair that were sprouting out from under her arms, but I didn't want to scare her off or anything. Seeing that cute little spray of hairs was a thing from the past, and it was something that I had always found erotic looking on a woman, and brought back sweet memories of Bernice as well. "Warren used to say that I looked like a mutant leopard with all my spots," Tammy reflected. "Warren - he one of the Bartlett boys?" I asked, and Tammy nodded. "He your boyfriend?" "Was last summer," Tammy said with a shrug of her shoulders. "He dumped me." "Oh, I'm sorry," I said. "We broke up last winter, so no big deal," Tammy said. "He had dropped out of school and got a job with the county, and all of a sudden I didn't look so good to him once he started looking around." "Too bad for him. You can do better, and you will," I assured her, and she shrugged and gave a little smile. The sun was still blazing and the heat was still turned on, which might have been a reason for my sweating right through my shirt, but certainly not the only reason. My eyes kept going to all of Tammy's cute bits, which were plentiful. The V opening at the top of her shirt, exposing a little bit of cleavage and an ocean of freckles, sure got my attention. The points in the front of her shirt, which meant that she wasn't wearing a bra, also were fascinating. Her denim shorts, a much briefer pair than the night before, and the twinkling of the down on her lightly freckled thighs as the evening sun shone on them, all combined to make me feel a little - shall we say uncomfortable? "You're really sweating," Tammy noted just then, almost as if she was psychic. "You okay?" "Not used to being around a pretty girl," I suggested, and Tammy made a face. "Want to know something?" Tammy asked. "I would love to know anything," I told her. "I used to be scared of you." "Me?" I said. "What did I do?" "Nothing really," Tammy explained. "It's just that you're such a big and strong looking man, and with your bald head you always reminded me of than Mr. Clean guy. You know the guy on the commercials?" "I suppose that's not too bad, although it would have better to have you say I remind you of Paul Newman or somebody like that." "No, I think Mr. Clean was a pretty cool guy," Tammy said, leaning toward me on her elbow. "When I was a little kid I used to see you running around the field playing with your girls, and even though you were kidding it still used to frighten me a little for some reason. Yesterday, when you came over, I was scared again, but you're really nice." "I used to watch you too," I said, out of the blue. "Me?" Tammy asked. "Last summer," I confessed. "When you and the Bartlett boy would come out here." "Oh god," Tammy mumbled, her face turning red. "Every night when you two would head back here, I would wander over there and watch you two," I said. motioning to my hiding place across the field. "When I saw you come back here again this summer I followed you back again, figuring you would be meeting him." "Could you see... I mean?" "I could see," I said, leaving it at that without going into the binoculars. "I'm so embarrassed," Tammy said, unable to look me in the eye. "You must think I'm a pig." "Not at all, Tammy," I said. "I thought you two looked beautiful together. It reminded me of my youth, and you two looked so wonderful doing what lovers are supposed to do." "Thank you for not telling my folks," Tammy said with a pained expression. "They would have killed us both." "Why would I tell them?" I asked. "It was a perfectly natural things for you to be doing. Besides, you're not a kid anymore. Not with the body you have on you." Impulsively, I leaned over to Tammy and kissed her. The shock on her face was obvious, and while she didn't really stop me, she didn't jump all over me in response. Instead she just let me kiss her. Her lips were soft and warm, and as I squinted to look at her I sensed that she didn't know what to do. Having this sweaty 6'2" 200 pound hulk of a man suddenly climbing over you had to be a bit of a shock, but I had gone too far to stop now. While I kissed Tammy, my hand came up and grabbed her breast through the blouse, kneading the grapefruit-sized globe roughly while Tammy's hand came up and tried to fend me off a little. "Mr. Collier, I can't," Tammy mumbled when my mouth came off hers briefly, but she wasn't really struggling against me, and in a few seconds was returning my affection. My crude and forward manner surprised Tammy, but it surprised me even more. Who was this person coming on so strong to this poor thing? This wasn't me - but it was as if I had little control over my actions. I was so aroused by Tammy that I was doing things I had never in my life considered doing before. I let go of her breast long enough to reach down and unzip my pants. It took a while, because I was rock hard and it was tough to pull my cock out of my boxers and the fly of my pants in this aroused state, but I finally did, and as my cock was exposed, I guided Tammy's hand down to it. "You're such a pretty thing," I mumbled. "So natural and sexy looking. See how sexy I think you are? Here - touch me too." Kissing Tammy while bringing her reluctant hand down, I watched as her eyes bulged when her fingers made contact with it. I don't know what she was expecting, but that wasn't it. Tammy pushed away from me, looking briefly down at what she had been holding the second before her hand recoiled, the rest of her following as she bolted to her feet. "OH! Uh - have to go - sorry," Tammy said, just before running toward her house, holding her blouse together with one hand as she ran. I called out to Tammy - telling her I was sorry - but if she actually heard me she didn't let on. Struggling to my feet, I put my now flaccid member back in my pants where it belonged from the start, and headed back to my place and waited. For the police, or for Tammy's father, or whatever else I had coming to me. .... Chapter Four: A visitor. There was no visit from the police that night, or from Tammy's father, and for that I was relieved. Imagine getting arrested for molesting a girl young enough to be my granddaughter! I slept with one eye open most of the night though, and it wasn't until the next morning I finally suspected that nothing would happen. I knew that there was no way in hell that I would go back there that night, or ever again. I didn't care for the way I lost control of myself, and I had developed an unhealthy lust of the poor girl. What she must think of me, I mused as I washed off my dinner plate that evening and looked out to the field. Out on the Farm A girl has a neighbor she barely knows and this guy comes over to her and engages her in conversation for a couple of nights. The next thing she knows, he's grabbing at her boobies and has his pecker out. That look of horror on her face when she looked down and saw my cock pointing at her assured me that she would be keeping her distance from now on. I was a little surprised when Tammy headed out to her usual spot in the way-back, and she cast a couple of glances toward my place as she walked. That cute pear-shaped body got some twitching going on in my pants despite last evening, proving that I must be a pervert or something. When I lost sight of Tammy, I put away my dishes and prepared myself for another night of nothing. Tonight, Arnold Ziffel was going to Washington with Oliver Wendell Douglas, so that would keep my mind occupied at least. For some reason, before going to the living room, I took one last glance out back, and was stunned to see her. Tammy. Walking a long loop around the back of the property, she had emerged at the side of my barn, over near the rusting remnants of the swing set the kids used to play on. She was walking very nervously - like she was approaching a nest of rattlesnakes or something equally dangerous - and I hid behind the curtain and watched her approach. I don't know what I expected - maybe her picking up a rock and throwing it through my window - but I really didn't expect her to keep approaching. Finally, when she had reached the steps that led to the back porch, and lifted her leg so methodically that it almost wasn't moving, I finally went over to the door and opened it. "Oh!" Tammy exclaimed, frozen at the second of the three steps, about ten feet away from me. "Hi, Mr. Collier." "Hello Tammy," I answered, opening the screen door wide and standing in the doorway. Just wanted to - umm - apologize for last night," Tammy said, looking over toward her house, which wasn't visible from my back porch because of the trees. "I walked the long way around so my folks wouldn't see me coming." "You? Apologize? Uh... would you like to come in?" I suggested, standing to the side of the doorway so she could if she wanted to. "I won't do anything to you - I swear." Tammy nodded and walked up to the door and entered, filling the kitchen with the sweet aroma of some perfume, something that she had not worn the previous nights. She was wearing the same brief denim shorts but a different blouse - pink, also tied at the waist and with the sleeves also removed and worn off. Whether that was fashion or an indication that the Tillis family was struggling as much as I was, I could not know. "I'm very sorry about the way I behaved last night," I admitted, standing a few feet away from her so she didn't have to be scared. "I'm very ashamed of what I did to you." "That was my fault," Tammy said, shuffling her feet and looking toward me but not at me. "I was trying to get you to notice me, but I guess I wasn't ready for it." "What do you mean?" I asked. "You know - dressing like I did," Tammy said, and the fact that she was dressed almost the same way now confused me. "Acting like I did - you know - trying to be sexy." "Well, if you were trying, you succeeded," I assured her. "That doesn't excuse what I did though. Look, would you like a drink or something? Don't know what I have, except maybe some ice water?" "Yeah, that would be okay," Tammy said, and her eyes followed me as I pulled the pitcher out of the refrigerator and got a couple of glasses from the cupboard. "Uh, Mr. Collier, could I have some of that instead?" Tammy said nervously, and pointed to the counter, where a bottle of Old Crow sat. "You drink liquor?" I said, looking at her like she was putting me on. "I'm eighteen. Really. I drink my Dad's stuff sometimes," Tammy said. "Me and Warren got a bottle every once in a while too." "Okay," I said, pouring us about a shot in each of the large glasses. "Cheers." We clinked the glasses together and I watched Tammy tip her glass while I did the same. I was expecting her to choke or at least show some reaction, but she downed it with no more of a grimace than I did, and held her glass over toward me for more. "One more," I said, and Tammy nodded. ... Chapter Five: Tammy's confession. "Last night," Tammy said. "You said I was pretty." "At least once," I agreed, smiling at Tammy who was looking downward as I spoke. "Were you just saying that?" Tammy asked, biting her lower lip. "No, Tammy," I assured her. "I'm way too old for lying." "I mean, I know I ain't pretty," Tammy said in a shaky voice, her body twitching nervously. "Not really, but I sure liked it when you said it." "I meant it then and I mean it now," I said, feeling myself getting aroused despite my misgivings. "I find you very attractive. You remind me a little of my Bernice, when she was your age." "I'm not really what you think I am," Tammy said. "That was probably why you tried to - you know - after you saw me and him doing stuff last summer. You probably think I'm a real P-I-G," she said, spelling it out. "I didn't think anything of the sort," I told her. "I thought you were a lovely couple doing what young people should be doing with ones they love." "Fact is that Warren was the only boy I've ever been with," Tammy confessed. "I swear. I never did it with any other boys. Never put my mouth on their - you know - either." "I believe you, honey," I said. "When you kissed me last night," Tammy said, still shuffling her feet and looking downward. "I liked that. A lot." "I did too," I agreed, and for the first time realized that Tammy wasn't looking down at the floor, she was looking in the general direction of my crotch. "I figured that." Tammy said, her breath getting ragged and loud. "I like it when you played with my boobies too." "You have beautiful breasts." "The left one's a little bigger than the right one," Tammy admitted with a shrug. "Anyway, I liked it a lotwhen you played with them. That was when I got scared. Shows how dumb and ignorant I am." "How so?" "I didn't know - I mean, there's a lot of difference between boys and men, isn't there?" Tammy mumbled. "You ain't built like Warren." I was tempted to say something along the lines of, "Oh, you mean that I'm not circumcised?" but I knew what she meant. ... Chapter Six: Not all it's cracked up to be. I figured out that I wasn't like most of the other kids back when us boys used to swim in this little pond in the woods. We would strip naked and jump in the water, and as we grew up, it became obvious that I was more developed than the other kids. We were all different of course, but part of me was a lot bigger than the other guys, and as we got older the difference became more apparent. If this was supposed to make me feel proud, it didn't. I felt like a freak when they would kid me, even though I knew it was in jest, and they would always say that they wished they were me. I didn't - I wanted what they had. They told me that the girls would love it. That wasn't exactly true either. A few of them were willing to look and even touch, but as far as anything else, forgot it. I was a curiosity at best, and the word got around our school, which made it even worse for me. The pinnacle of my embarrassment was when we boys were all herded into the gym for physical exams our first year in high school. The educational system was a lot different then - not nearly as considerate as they seem to be these days to the feelings of the kids. So, after we got weighed and measured and had our hearts listened to, we had to walk behind a screen, where this old doctor was sitting in a chair. The school nurse, a drab middle-aged woman in her usual grouchy mood, was standing there with a clipboard watching. "Drop your shorts and cough," was the command the doctor delivered in a monotone, and I was ready for it, having heard him tell the other guys that as they went behind the old green screen on wheels. I pulled my boxers down with great reluctance, feeling especially humiliated because the nurse was standing there watching as well, and now I would have to pass this woman in the hall everyday for the rest of my school days. Down the boxer shorts go, and the doctor clears his throat. This makes the nurse look, breaking her out of her bored trance, and now the two of them are staring at my penis. The doctor grabs my balls and has me cough, and he's asking me all sorts of questions about my health history. Finally, he tells me to go to the nurse's office and wait. I'm stuck walking over to my clothes that were in the locker room, feeling like an idiot. One kid asked me if I failed the test and and everybody laughed, except me. Another kid said that he knew something was wrong with me. I went to the nurse's office and waited for them to get done with the rest of the class, and they finally joined me after what seemed like forever. More stupid questions, and then they are having me drop my shorts again. The doctor is probing and pulling while looking at my dick. "When was the last time you went to your family doctor?" he asks, and the nurse is watching and scribbling furiously What family doctor? We were poor as dirt, and you didn't go to see a doctor unless you were really sick, and I wasn't, but I simply said we didn't have one. He tells the nurse something I didn't hear, and she comes back with this old worn wooden ruler, I kid you not. Two things I've always wondered were, was this guy really a doctor and secondly, what happened to that ruler? Did it end up with some kid using it in school, unaware that some quack with rubber gloves had stuck it under my dick, or was this the ruler they only used for that purpose? Either way, I wanted to die. He tells the nurse that my penis is nine and one-half inches long flaccid, and she writes this down. Doctor Weirdo is retracting my foreskin and squeezing the tip of my cock to peek inside. He asks me if I am able to "achieve an erection". Of course I can, and do everyday, usually taking care of it myself if it happens at home. I say yes, and he tells me to get myself erect. Like a fool, I stand there and try to get a boner while these two watch me. The thought that this might not be standard medical procedure didn't come to me then, but back in the 30's Dr. Kildare wasn't even born yet. The nurse asks what they should do when I get an erection, since it's likely to be longer than the ruler, and he tells her that unless she has another ruler he will have to make an estimate. I was going to tell them the ruler would do fine, because it didn't get that much bigger hard than it was soft, but I was too scared to speak. I'm pulling and yanking and getting frantic and frustrated because I can't get hard, although in retrospect that's not surprising. You have no idea how impossible it is to do that in front of people when you're scared. After becoming a sweaty and nearly insane wreck, he tells the nurse that she should take note of my "inability to achieve erection", that I "may be impotent due to abnormality" and directs her to write a note for me to take home to my parents, saying I should be immediately examined by a doctor for a pattern of abnormal growth. Somewhere in my personal history, the school district has a file with my extraordinary dick measurement along with my thoroughly mediocre grades, I suspect. To wrap this story up, my old man was pissed off that he had to take me to a doctor that he couldn't afford, and after the examination, the doctor wrote a report that said he agreed with the findings that said I had a big dick and there was nothing wrong with it or me. Not in those words, but I suspect that was what it said. I go back to school and give the nurse the papers, which she looked at and put in my file. She then goes over to the door and locks it, putting the closed sign on it before she brings me over to a cot. "Did you talk to the doctor about your problem of getting erections?" she asks. "No, because I don't," I insisted. "You've had sex with girls then?" she asked - Nurse Witherbee was her name, now that I think of it. "No," I admitted, and she had me drop my pants and shorts again. "The doctor being there probably made you nervous," she says, and now my dick is getting pulled and yanked on again. "You probably will feel more comfortable with just me here." Not my hand this time. Hers. All of a sudden this middle-aged plain Jane doesn't look so old and plain and she's holding a throbbing erection in less than a minute. "Are you going to measure it?" I actually asked, proving my naivete back in the day, but as she pulled off her starched white uniform and little cap, by then even I knew better, and five minutes later I was a virgin no more. It wasn't the best sex I would ever have, and it probably wasn't all that great for the nurse either, but that's how I lost my innocence. It was more of the same while growing up, and even more so in the military. My crotch got more attention than it really wanted in the shower, with the tired old jokes and the like, and not nearly enough affection from the ladies, until I met Bernice. I was the returning serviceman and she was the young girl with the incredibly strict parents. She was a spitfire of a girl with a personality that matched her flaming red hair. Bernice showed her rebellious side by agreeing to date me, even though I was older than her by seven years, and as our relationship grew, we ended up doing pretty much what Tammy and Warren did, and we did it a lot. Bernice loved sex, and never mentioned a word about the size of my cock, which I appreciated. As I was to find out later, that was because mine was the first she had ever dealt with in any way, shape or form. In the beginning it was a bit of a struggle to fit it in, but we practiced enough so that there was really no problem. Bernice had a body that was built for sex, and that was a good thing too, because we loved doing it. After we got married and she had our first child, the nurse who took care of her commented at the ease of her delivery. Having since become aware of the oddity of my genitalia through conversations with firends, Bernice was more than happy to explain to the woman why. "If you saw the size of the tool he's been using on me all these years," she told the startled nurse in her usual blunt and direct manner while I sat there and cringed, "You wouldn't have to ask that question." ... Chapter Seven : Getting Comfortable. "I don't know much about other guys," I said, in an effort to help Tammy relax. "Can't say I ever spent too much time thinking about guys, because I really love looking at women." "Your thing looked really big," Tammy said. "Way bigger than Warren's, and his hurt when he first started putting it in me." "But you got used to it though," I said hopefully, reaching up to brush a stray hair off of her cheek. "At least that was how to looked to me." "Yeah," Tammy said. "Look, would you like to go in the living room and sit down," I suggested. "I mean, if you have other things to do..." "No," Tammy said, and followed me as I led her to the couch. "You got a nice place here. Way nicer than ours." "Haven't done a thing to it since Bernice passed - except clean it every once in a while," I told Tammy, who sat turned toward me a little bit, either hoping, or bracing herself for another assault. "Our stuff is more worn out." "Kids do that to stuff," I reminded Tammy. "My kids are long gone." "I'm not a kid," Tammy said nervously. "Even if I acted that way last night." "No, you're definitely not a kid," I agreed, my eyes glancing down at the thick pegs that pushed against the pink blouse, and almost as if I had no self control, my hand went where my eyes were focused. My index finger touched Tammy's nipple through the fabric, and as I made contact, I could see the point lunge out even further. Tammy's breath caught in her throat as my finger made a soft, circular motion, the sound resembling a choking noise as she looked down at what I was doing to her. "Does this feel good to you?" I asked, and Tammy's mouth was open as she nodded. My hand moved over to the knot under her bosom which held the blouse together, and worked one of my long bony fingers into the bow. Luckily, the knot came loose with the flick of my finger, and as the sides of the blouse parted I was treated to the sight of Tammy's meaty orbs, which were larger than I had imagined from my groping. Pale and round, her breasts stood out from the surrounding freckles and tanned skin. My hand cupped her left breast, and I kneaded it much less roughly than I had the night before. Tammy responded by leaning herself into my hand, her breathing becoming more rapid and hoarse. "You're so well developed for a girl your age," I told her while I massaged the fleshy globe, before correcting myself. "Woman, I mean." "Let's just get this out of the way," I whispered, and slid the blouse off of her shoulders, leaving her nude to the waist. She had a little belly on her, but that was probably the result of being scrunched up as she sat. Her creamy white breasts were perfect - I certainly couldn't tell that one was larger than the other - they both looked beautiful to me - and as I cupped them and squeezed them gently, Tammy's hands came up on top of mine. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked, and Tammy shook her head no, and just ran her hands up and down my forearms, her fingers running through the thick grey hair that covered them. "Here," I said, taking her hands and bringing them up to the top button of my work shirt. "Why don't you help me get my shirt off so you don't feel so self-conscious?" After bringing Tammy's hands up to the top button, I looked down at her fingers, which were shaking so badly she was having trouble getting a hold of it, much less unbuttoning it. Her face had an intense look, as if she was trying to get herself to stop shaking, and after she managed to get the first one undone, the rest went easier. "There," I said after pulling my shirt off and setting it aside. "Not nearly as interesting as you, I'm afraid." "Hairy," Tammy said, her eyes staring at the grey mat of hair that covered my upper torso, and when her hands came slowly up towards my chest, I took hold of her wrists and pulled them to me. When Tammy began raking her fingers through the coarse rug, a shiver when through my entire body - the result of the touch of a woman for the first time in so very long. "Too bad none stayed on my head," I said with a smile as Tammy's fingers ran over my taut nipples. "Do you like it?" "Yeah," Tammy replied as she watched her fingers travel through my thick pelt. "You're as hairy as a bear. Feels nice." "You're a little furry yourself," I whispered, moving my own hands along the insides of Tammy's slightly raised arms until my fingers reached the moist tufts of her armpit hair. "Don't... please," I protested when Tammy, now blushing, started to lower her arms. "I wasn't making fun of you. Matter-of-fact, I really love it. I find it really sexy looking." Tammy complied, even raising her arms higher to allow me to stroke the wisps of strawberry blonde hair, and she almost seemed to purr at my touch. "Warren - used to do that too," Tammy said, her body slowly undulating ever so slightly. "And you liked it?" I asked, and after Tammy nodded, I leaned closer, easing Tammy back onto the couch. "Did he ever do this?" I asked, bowing my head and kissing her armpit before letting my tongue slide up and down her underarm, and from her surprised reaction I guessed that the answer to that was no. Tammy's reaction was to groan and gasp as I licked and nibbled, finding the slightly salty scent and taste of her underarm not unpleasant to me in the least - perhaps just the opposite - and while my mouth worked excitedly, my hand continued to massage her lush breasts. Out on the Farm As we began necking furiously, my hand slid down to her denim shorts, rubbing the valley between her legs as Tammy's body rose up and down, grinding herself into my hand. Tammy's arms were around me, her hands running up and down my furry back as our tongues danced. We were both sweating profusely, more from the activity than the humidity, and I was so excited that I couldn't help myself. My fingers found the clasp of her shorts, and after I flicked it open, I worked them down a bit, with Tammy's cooperation. "Oh," Tammy moaned, her body shivering as she reacted to my hand on the outside of her panties. The cotton undies were not damp - they were wet, and my hand pressing into the soggy panties seemed to release the pungent aroma of her sex. The musky scent made my cock surge, and I slid myself off of the couch and onto my knees on the floor, grabbing her shorts and pulling them off of her as I went. The panties were worn, with a little rip along the top elastic, and while I let my hands slide up Tammy's chubby thighs, I noticed the golden brown hair that peeked out of the sides of her undies. I pulled the panties down, with Tammy lifting her backside up to let me get them off of her. Her bush was surprisingly dense and even spilled out onto the insides of her thighs, which surprised and excited me. The hair was wet, especially around her opening, which was hidden beneath the thick mat of dirty blonde hair. Parting her thighs, I moved myself between them and buried my face in the dense jungle, lapping my way into her musky pussy. Even with my ears pressed against the insides of Tammy's thighs, I could hear her moaning as she writhed around, and her fingers clutched tightly at the couch cushions while I licked her like a starving man. Tammy came very quickly; and her loud screams resonated so loudly I feared she would be heard by her parents down the road. After she was done thrashing around, I kept my face buried between her legs, inhaling the pungent aroma of her sex as deeply as I could, as if it were to be the last time. .... Chapter Eight: More comfort. Finally, I managed to get myself up off of the floor and onto the couch next to Tammy. Tammy looked groggy, her formerly pale skin ruddy and flushed looking as her breathing gradually slowed down. Kissing her cheek, I let my hand slide down between her legs, reveling in the feel of the thick and damp pelt. My fingers toyed with the wisps of hair that spilled over onto her inner thighs, which brought a smile to Tammy. "Not very feminine, am I?" Tammy said in an embarrassed voice. "Always seemed to be a whole lot more hairy than my friends and the other girls in gym class." "You look very feminine to me. I like a woman that looks like a woman, and not a little girl," I corrected her, while continuing to rake my hand through the dense bush, and while my hands moved along the lips of her sex, Tammy began to writhe and squirm. "You want to cum again, don't you honey?" I whispered into Tammy's ear, giving it a little nibble before kissing the side of her neck. "You like me playing with your hairy pussy, don't you?" "Yes," Tammy whimpered, my mouth now around her plump nipple, sucking and licking. "Please..." "What do you want inside of your hairy pussy this time?" I asked, sliding my finger inside of her moist cavity. "My finger?" "Oooh!" Tammy whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head as her body contorted wildly backwards. My other hand was busy, first unbuckling my pants and working them down off of my legs, and then yanking my boxer shorts down. I kicked off the clothing as I knelt on the floor between Tammy legs again. This time, instead of putting my face into that golden brown pussy, I was swinging my engorged cock between her fur-covered labia. Pulling the foreskin down off of the mushroom-shaped crown, I rubbed the exposed head up and down the lips of her sex. Tammy was saying no, but I was beyond listening. Holding the shaft of my cock in my clenched fist, I pushed forward into Tammy. "OWWW!" Tammy cried out as I forced the head of my cock into what felt like the eye of a needle, while my fingers stroked her clitoris vigorously. "You want me to stop?" I grunted, having managed to get a little more than the crown into what felt like a vice. "No - hurts," Tammy said, spreading her legs wide open. Glancing down and seeing my cock inside of that furry delta, with my right fist still wrapped around much of the staff, was an erotic sight, and I wanted to just ram the rest of me into her, but held back. Instead, I just worked what was already inside of her in and out. The result was Tammy thrusting herself toward me, wanting more. I responded by pulling my cock out of her and rubbing her clit with the tip of my dick. "Arrgh!" Tammy screamed, making all kinds of weird sounds while I wiggled my dick against her most sensitive area. I happened to glance down just at the exact time Tammy's pussy erupted, belching fluid all over my cock while she held her thighs up and open. Her body lurched as another spray exploded out of her, and the combination of her screams and the sight of what was happening, was too much for me. My cock spat wads of cum all over her bush and tummy, and as my orgasm continued, I slid my dick back inside of Tammy, letting the rest of my load grease the way down deep inside of her. .... Chapter Nine: More? For a minute, I was scared. Tammy looked like she had died, or maybe passed out. When I put my hand on her shoulder, she gave me a weak smile as her eyes opened a little bit. "Wow," Tammy said quietly before closing her eyes again. I agreed, and stayed between her legs for as long as my knees permitted, before finally pulling my limp cock out of her. When it slid out, Tammy let out a little sigh. "That was amazing," Tammy said, putting her arms around my neck. I agreed and stood up, my aching knees no longer able to stand the punishment of the floor. Tammy sat up straight and reached up and grabbed my flaccid hose, pulling on it a few times. She moved the foreskin back and forth as well, seemingly fascinated by that too. "Can we go to bed. Mr. Collier?" "Uh, don't you think we're past the Mr. Collier stage?" I asked. "John will do fine." "Okay John, can we go to bed?" Tammy was smiling as she impishly looked up at me, and then skinned my cock back and planted a kiss of the head. "Tammy, I'm not a young man any more," I protested. "As much as I'd like to." "What if I did this?" Tammy asked, leaning forward and taking the tip of my limp tool into her mouth. "I know how to do this some." I sighed as I felt her lips slide down past the glans, managing to get another inch or two down the shaft, and the earnest way her eyes squinted while she tried to force more of me into her mouth made me smile. "I know," I said, brushing the strawberry blonde locks from her shoulder. "I used to watch and be jealous." "I won't be able to do to you what I did to Warren," Tammy said. "With Warren, my mouth would go right down so that his balls were against my chin. No way I could do that with you, but I could do better if I practice." "I guess we should go to bed then," I said. "Just don't take it wrong if nothing happens." "Something will happen," Tammy said. "Wait and see." Tammy was right on both counts; she could and did do better, and she managed to get me hard again. This time, Tammy relaxed and was able to accommodate me much easier, and my sac was slapping her crotch by the time we came, allowing me to drill my seed deep inside of her. .... Chapter Ten: Time passes. After that, we screwed like rabbits at every opportunity. I was like a kid again, with my cock responding like it did in the old days. Tammy was like an insatiable wildcat, and the more she demanded, the more I found myself able to give her. By the fall, their wasn't much of anything that we hadn't done, and no position we hadn't tried. Tammy was even more adventurous than Bernice had been, and together we widened both of our horizons. Came the winter, and one day Tammy had a different look on her face when she appeared at my door. The front door this time, instead of the back. "I'm pregnant," Tammy said with a scared look on her face. "What do you want to do?" I said after the shock wore off. I had figured that an old coot like me was shooting blanks by now, and the thought had never crossed my mind. "What do you want me to do?" Tammy asked. "I think we should do whatever you want to do," I said. "Whatever that is and whatever that means, I'm behind you. For what it's worth, I love you." "Worth a lot to me," Tammy said. "I love you too, you know. Guess we're going to have a baby." "Guess we'll have to have a talk with your folks," I suggested. "Let me," Tammy said, and after some wrangling, I let Tammy have it her way. .... Chapter Eleven: Family matters. The knock on the back door the next day was no surprise, although the fact that it wasn't Tammy but her father doing the knocking, was. Tammy's father was younger than me by at least a decade, but I was bigger and most likely stronger, so I figured I had a chance to hold my own if it came to that. Bob Tillis had a stern look on his face, but was surprisingly calm after I let him in and we began to talk. "I hear we've got a situation here," Bob said as we sat at my kitchen table. "We do, and let me say that I know how you feel." "You do?" Bob said, and he gave me a quizzical look before continuing. "Oh, wasn't sure about what you meant for a second. Anyway, Tammy tells me that she's going to have a baby." "That's true." "She's says that you're the father." "Also true." "She says that she plans on moving in with you here and getting married." "I suggested it, not expecting Tammy to take me up on it," I explained to her father. "She did - says she loves me and doesn't care about the age part. I love her too." "Said she was asking our permission, although I suspect it don't much matter to her what we thought," Bob reckconed. "True again, although she would really like your blessing - yours and Peg's" "Hell, you two didn't need my blessing to start humping or make the child, so what the hell?" Bob said, but his little chuckle at the end made me relax. "Appreciate you taking this the way you are," I said. "If the situation was reversed, I don't know how I would feel." "Things happen out here in the country," Bob said, rising from his chair. "I could tell you some things about people around here." "That right?" I replied. "Matter of fact, I could admit something to you right now, so long as you don't tell my wife," Bob said. "My lips are sealed," I said, relishing the thought of hearing neighborhood gossip not involving myself. "Long time ago - about ten years or so, this girl from the neighborhood caught me eye," Bob confided. "Oh? Anybody I know?" I asked excitedly. "I'm sure you do," Bob replied before continuing. "Anyway, this girl - she was just about as old as Tammy is now - she starts coming on to me." "Oh man," I said, smiling the smile of the knowing, enjoying hearing this tale unwind. "She was cute too. Not nearly as rounded as Tammy, but she had a nice willowy body with perky little titties." "Sounds nice." "She was, and she was horny too," Bob said. "She practically attacked me in my barn one day. She had my overalls down and was sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. I popped a load down her throat and she still wouldn't stop sucking until I came again. You heard enough yet, John." "Heck no. I'm loving this story. You say that she did it to you just like that?" "Yep! I have to admit that I didn't put up much of a fight either, because she really looked fine," Bob said. "I wanted to screw her too, but in the beginning she was afraid of getting pregnant, so she says that she wants me to stick it up her ass. Eventually, she's so horny that she starts letting me into her pussy too. What a piece of tail she was! Ever fuck a pussy with red hair on it, John?" "Sure did! My late wife was a redhead," I said proudly. "As a matter of fact, both of my daughters ..." "Well then you know what I'm talking about," Bob said, a twinkle in his eye that had appeared when I finally began to understand what he was saying. "I could have knocked that gal up just as easy as you did Tammy, so I guess I would be a bit of a hypocrite to put up much of a stink about this now. Do you know what I mean, John?" Bob moved toward the back door, pausing for a moment before letting himself out, because I would have had a tough time walking with my lower jaw on the floor. "Glad to hear that you're doing the right thing in taking care of this, John," Bob said before stepping outside into the bitter cold, adding a cryptic, "Son." I watched him leave, my blood boiling as he crunched his way through the thin layer of snow, and you couldn't miss the irony of him taking the same route as Tammy had so many times before him. As for the other trips that had been made years ago, I was left to wonder whether it was Faye or Luann that had blazed that very trail in the beginning. .... Chapter Twelve: All in the family. "Bob took Tammy into town to do some shopping," Peg Tillis explained as I let her into the kitchen. "Thought I'd stop by and see if you needed help with anything." "I think everything is under control," I told Peg, but I was happy to see her stop by anyway. Although relations between Bob and I had been a bit strained after his visit last winter, Peg had been very nice about everything, and we had become friends despite it all. We were going to have a small wedding ceremony in my yard the next day, and the tables had already been set up under the tent in my yard. It was becoming touch and go as to whether the baby would wait until Tammy and I tied the knot, but the day was almost at hand. "Bet you never thought you'd be a father again at your age," Peg said, leaning back against the kitchen counter. Peg was an attractive woman, sharing some of the facial features she had handed down to her daughter. Her hair was a darker blonde - nearly brown, and she was not a full-figured as Tammy, but she looked good for a woman in her mid-40's. "It'll be a change, alright," I admitted, and brushed against Peg when she didn't move as I went to the sink. "Too bad you didn't get a bachelor party," Peg said with a laugh. "Too old for that sort of stuff," I chuckled. "From what Tammy tells me, you don't act your age in many ways," Peg replied. "Oh gee, hope Tammy hasn't been telling you things." "Just girl talk," Peg said. "We're very close, even for a mother and daughter. She's told me a lot about you." "Is that so?" I replied, standing next to the petite woman and and getting a strange feeling. "Like what, for instance?" "She's told me you like freckles," Peg said. "I do, and you're very nicely endowed in that area too," I noted, admiring the galazy of freckles on her trim and smooth arms. "What else?" I could feel the warmth of her body as I glanced down at her nonchalantly, surveying the modest swells of her breasts as they jutted out from her tiny frame. The horizontal stripes of her white and red sleeveless blouse made them appear larger than they probably were, but I still figured that they filled Bob's hand just right. "Oh, you know," Peg said in a coy and coquettish way. "Some other things you like, for instance." As Peg said that, she casually rubbed the back of her neck with her right hand. Peg left her arm up for just a brief period of time - long enough for me notice the small tuft of brown hair that sprouted out of the deep hollow of her armpit. "A second ago I was going to mention that you had so many freckles on your arms, and was going to ask whether you had freckles under your arms too?" I said, my heart skipping a bit. "Disappointed?" Peg asked, blushing a little, and I grinned as I shook my head no. "She's told me other things about you too," Peg continued, swiveling her body to face me. "Of course, she's so young and inexperienced that she may have been exaggerating a bit." Peg's eyes never left mine as her hand went down to my zipper, and the only sounds in the room were our breathing and the chattering of the teeth of my zipper. When Peg had it all the way down, she reached inside the fly of my boxers shorts. I grunted when her hand made contact with the base of my cock, and as her hand snaked down the length of the semi-turgid cock that snaked down the inside of my pants, it was Peg who broke the silence. "Omigod!" Peg moaned as she reached further down until she found the end of my tool, and with a firmer grip she ran her hand back down to the root of it. "I thought Tammy was kidding. You're hung like a damn horse! That little girl of mine must be a hell of a woman to take this on." "You're a married woman, and I'm almost a married man," I reminded Peg as she stroked my now erect cock. "If you keep pulling on that thing, looking as good as you do, I'm liable to forget that." "Bob fucks around on me all the time," Peg correctly noted. "Hell, you wouldn't believe some of the places that I suspect his thing has been in, and he thinks I'm so dumb I don't know. I've fucked around a bit too, but I won't ever play around with my daughter's husband. If you want it, today is your first and last chance, bachelor." Peg looked at me with an expression that was downright feral looking, while continuing to pump me. "Damn! Never had a man anywhere near this big before - Bob's pretty ordinary if you know what I mean. I really want you, John." My hands went up and massaged Peg's small globes, feeling the nipples burrow into my palms as I kneaded the spongy flesh, while Peg undid my pants and let them fall to my ankles. "Reach under my shorts," Peg said. "Tell me if Tammy was right about something else she said you like." My hand went under the elastic of her shorts, and when I immediately found my fingers raking through a thick, dense jungle of hair that seemed even more abundant than her daughter's, I smiled, finding the opening of her womanhood moist and ready. "I can see which side of the family she got that big bush of hers from," I said with a smile. "A man could get lost in this jungle of yours, or not even want to try to get out." "Tammy ever tell you anything about me?" Peg asked, and when I shook my head no, she smiled. "I'm not much for foreplay," Peg groaned as her body responded to my digital probing. "Don't waste your time trying to dazzle me with technique. Fuck me like an animal. Don't hold back." Seconds later, I had lifted her up onto the kitchen counter and ran the tip of my dick up and down the length of her moist labia a couple of times before sliding my cock inside of her pussy. She groaned every inch of the way, and when I lifted her up - my hands cupping her buttocks, she wrapped her legs around my hips and held on tight while clutching my smooth skull in her hands. "So fucking huge!" Peg spat into my ear, almost screaming as my cock tore deeply into her. "Fuck me, John! Don't baby me like you do Tammy. Fuck me hard!" After I had carried her into the living room - Peg still impaled on my cock - I proceeded to do just that, slamming the two of us onto the couch. Peg was positively feral - screaming and clawing at me with I humped her as savagely as I could. She was saying the most filthy and vulgar things to me, as it was incredibly erotic to hear such things from a woman who looked just like your average middle-aged housewife. Peg was acting like a woman who loved sex, and hadn't gotten any in quite a while, and combined with everything else, this inspired me to act like the animal she wanted me to be, and the animal that I truly was. Out on the Farm It was a good thing that Bob wasn't home, because the screams his wife let out - the first when I plunged deep into her as we landed on the couch, and the second time a minute later when she came while writhing under me with face strained and eyes bulging, would have surely gotten his attention. "That was damn good," Peg informed me as we put ourselves together in the kitchen, adding, "Son." "I can see where Tammy gets her enthusiasm from," I noted with a chuckle. "What brought that on, Peg?" "I've thought about it from time to time over the years," Peg admitted. "Damn! I wish I had beat feet over here long before Tammy snagged you. Hearing her talk about you all those times made me hot, and curious. At least now, I can shave my pits for the wedding. Bob was beginning to wonder what was going on there." "That was for me?" "Tammy told me how much you like it," Pam cooed, raising her arms again to give me another look. "I figured I needed extra bait, since I don't have nearly as much up top as Tammy. Things went a little faster than I had imagined, because I was planning on giving that cock of yours a good sucking. That's something I'm real good at." "Well, there's still time," I suggested, feeling the effect of Tammy advanced state of pregnancy, which has limited us somewhat over the last couple of weeks. "You can reload that quick?" Peg said, and when she looked down and saw that my cock was out and already showing signs of recovery, she glanced out the window. "Guess that's a result of your bait." "What if they come back?" Peg said, blushing. "I can see them from here when they get back in the driveway. Now you were saying something about being good at something?" I reminded her, putting my hands on her shoulders and applying gentle pressure. Peg sank to her knees in front of me, grabbing my cock and skinning it back as her lips slid down the crown. Her eyes looking up at me for approval, and I smiled and nodded as she inhaled almost half of my tool. "Oh, that is so good," I groaned, while Peg began really getting into her work. Peg's hands churned my balls and jerked my shaft while her mouth went as far down my cock as I had ever experienced. My hands reached down and softly stroked the modest sprays of her armpit hair, helping my cock to stiffen. This excited me greatly, more because of the reason Peg hadn't shaved than from the touch of the damp hairs against my fingers. The fact that Peg had gone to such lengths in order to seduce me was a turn on in itself, and now I was beginning to regret her not coming over long ago, because she was a wild and uninhibited woman. Bob pulled into their driveway as I felt my orgasm build, and I implored her to suck harder. What a great cocksucker she was, I thought to myself, as I felt myself spurt seed down her throat, causing me to brace myself against the countertop while my orgasm shook me. Maybe I could have her give Tammy some pointers. "Bob and Tammy will be at the door in about a minute and a half," I said calmly, while Peg milked the last drops out of my limp hose, officially putting an end to my incredible bachelor party. "They're moving kinda slow because of Tammy." I helped Peg to her feet and got my pants up while she got herself presentable. "How do I look?" Peg said, and outside of a little discoloration in her face she was fine. "Like the best cocksucker in the world." "Smells like cum in here," Peg said, spraying some Glade around just before they came into the house. "Hey, glad you're back," Peg said, scurrying through the kitchen and moving bowls and plates around as she looked at Tammy and Bob enter. "I can use the help." "Boy, this is one happy family," Tammy said as she waddled over and kissed me. "We sure are," I agreed. "Your Mom is really a dynamo." "You're telling me!" Bob said. "It's a chore trying to keep up with Peg." "I'm beginning to find that out," I agreed, doing my best to not show any outward effects of just having shot a load down his wife's throat, but reveling in the notion that revenge is indeed a dish best served cold. "All of you youngsters have so much energy, that I'm exhausted just watching you." "If you want to take a nap," Tammy giggled into my ear, "I'll tuck you in." "Maybe later," I said. "Right now I think I'm too tired to sleep." ....... Thanks for reading.