4 comments/ 27003 views/ 4 favorites Strawberries, Marianne Picks John By: Libertine After graduation I had a couple of months before I had to join the army to do my military service. I needed a short time job. I found a job at a farm to pick strawberries. The season is short and requires a lot of people although this farm wasn´t especially big. But they employed around 20 persons in the season, mostly girls but also some males. The pay was fair and could be improved by working hard which most of us did. We worked three hours in the morning and then had a long lunch break during the hot hours before working five hours or more in the afternoon. The farm was run by a man and his wife, Peter and Barbro. He supervised the picking and delivered the berries. She cooked for all of us and delivered a hot meal twice a day. Breakfast and evening meal we had to fix ourselves from supplies provided. We stayed on the farm as it was rather remote without suitable public transport. The farmer had a long time ago bought two military barracks which gave a minimum of comfort. In one end was a kitchen/day room with a large table. In the opposite end a bathroom with shower and a toilet. In between were two rows of cubicles, each with a bed, a chair and a small closet. Thin walls divided the cubicles but there weren´t any doors. It gave just a minimum of privacy but it was OK as boys and girls had one barrack each. The daily meals were served in the barracks by Barbro. We soon found that she was very jealous of the girls and scolded at them for wearing too skimpy clothes. She also scolded at her husband Peter for looking the girls over. But he never tried anything which some of the girls jokingly complained about. I am a rather shy person mostly keeping to myself and wasn´t much to look at body wise. I worked as well as anybody but was ignored by the girls, some of which I would have liked to get to know better. I enjoyed watching them though and caught many glimpses down loose linen when the crept on all fours in the rows of strawberry plants. And asses were always on display for the same reasons. There were a couple of girls who wore tight fitting stretch shorts showing nice camel toes. I noticed that Peter were very interested in them too. And then a few who didn´t wear bras but let their nice jugs swing freely. All in all I was horny and secretly jacked off in the nights. I heard others do the same in the barrack. I got chocked when I understood that there was another way for the guys to get their tension relieved. Two of the girls were offering reliefs for money. I learnt that it had started just by chance. One of the first evenings the two girls sat outside and were soon joined by four or five of the guys. How the topic came up I don´t know but suddenly one of the guys said that he was horny enough to pay fifty crowns for a good hand job. "All right," one of the girls had said. "All right what?" he had asked. "All right meaning Yes, I accept your offer," she had said calmly. She rose and pulled him with her. Her friend asked if somebody else was interested. Another guy quickly grabbed her and off they went too. That was the beginning. Soon a price list was settled. The basis was the plain hand job. Double that and you got the hand job delivered by the girl in the nude. Double again for a blow job or between their big boobs. A real fuck, in the nude of course, cost the double once more. A simple, straightforward rate. Marianne, one of the other girls, later told me that it was cheap, very cheap. Much less than a real professional woman would charge. They can´t be professionals, she said. They are horny bitches but clever. If they had started to fuck for free the demand might have become overwhelming with eight horny guys around. So why not using the price to reduce the demand and earn a few bucks while enjoying themselves, she said giggling heavily. It was very clever of them to offer the hand job performed in the nude. It was very likely that the guys would get carried away and ask for an upgrade of the service, she added laughingly. As I said the strawberry season was short and after four weeks most of the work force was laid off. There were more to pick but in far less amount and the berries ripened more slowly. I got happy when Peter, the farmer, asked if I wanted to stay on. I needed the money and finding a new job for just a couple of weeks was hard. It turned out that five girls and I stayed. It was fine with me although the camel toe girls and the swingers as I called the girls with the swinging boobs in my mind weren´t going to stay. Nor did the business girls, there obviously was no extra money to earn with just me around. The only catch was that Peter told me that I had to move into the girls barrack because he had to repair the other one. There were some growls from the girls but they had to accept or leave Peter told them laughingly. I moved in and was put in a cubicle at the end towards the wash room. I obviously disturbed the routines the girls had got used too. I understood that they didn´t wear much inside the barrack especially when going to the shower. And the lack of doors meant that changing clothes wasn´t a very private thing. They jokingly complained about that looking at me. But soon the tension eased and the girls went back to their habits. They got more and more careless in the mornings and evenings. They seldom locked the door to the shower and it happened that I bumped into them although I tried to keep track of when it was free. The first times they shrieked in faked modesty but later on they just laughed at me and my blushing face. The same with covering up when moving around. At first they wrapped a towel around them when leaving the shower or wore night dresses when they went to the bath room. But sometimes the towels slipped or were too short giving me short glimpses of naked boobs or asses. And they started taking their chances wearing only knickers going to and fro. After a while the towel sometimes wasn´t wrapped around but just kept loose in front of them giving me lots of views of great backsides. And as time went on it happened that the towel just was slung over the shoulder or simply kept in the hand. I felt that they regarded me as a non-person, just a boy they had no interest in. It didn´t bother me much although it felt a bit lonely. But on the other hand I got to see plentiful of lovely naked girlie flesh. Of course I got turned on and I was very afraid that they would see that I got erect all the time. At first I didn´t dare to jack off in the night for fear of being discovered but very soon the need became too pressing. The night after the first slip of a towel I felt I had to do it. I waited until I thought that everybody was asleep and then got a much needed relief. That became a nightly habit and helped keeping my erection down during day time. Another habit of the girls was to have breakfast and evening meal dressed skimpily. The first couple of days they wore shorts and T-shirts or a blouse. But then one evening Marianne, the informal leader, came dressed only in bra and knickers. Not very exciting being white, big and of thick material but it made me hard in an instant. The following morning another girl followed her example and soon most of them did it now and then. Then one evening Marianne really shocked me by wearing a much smaller bra than her usual model. It was not only smaller but it pushed her boobs up forming two mighty cupolas. And there were knickers to match the bra. She looked great and real sexy in my eyes. "Like what you see, don´t you," she said mockingly having caught me staring at her boobs. She cupped her hefty pair and lifted it up even more. She laughed at me but not unfriendly. As she was the informal leader the other girls followed her example and put on not only smaller bras but also flimsier ones and panties to match that. I suddenly saw pink nipples and darker areolas as well as dark patches under the thin material of the knickers. It was like the girls wanted to tease me feeling safe to do so. One evening Linda really chocked me. She came into the kitchen wearing a small green thong panty. She behaved as if she didn´t notice the stunned silence but moved around casually. The girls started to giggle and they all stared at me. Now, Linda has a big round ass that bounces nicely when she walks and now she moved with exaggerated movements and made sure that I got a good view. She teased me and enjoyed herself doing it. She suddenly stood before me. "What are you looking at, Johnnie boy? See something you like? Do I turn you on? Hey girls, look at him, I turn him on," she exclaimed and then I understood that she was a little tipsy. I knew that most of the girls had bottles tucked away in their drawers. "Yes of course you turn him on. That´s the only reason to wear such a ridiculous garment," Beth yelled. "What do you mean by that? I bet you have never worn a thong so you don´t know what you are talking about," Linda shouted back. She wasn´t joking anymore. "Haven´t I? I´ll show you," Beth yelled and ran away. But she was soon back waving a thong in the air. "I´ll show you that you are not the only one who knows what turns men on." She ripped her modest panties off in front of us all and I got to see a full grown dark bush. She soon had the thong on and she looked ravishing in it. "Hey, Johnnie boy, does it turn you on? Yes, it does. Want to touch? Yes, I know you want to, go ahead, I won´t bite or scream. Let me help you." She grabbed my hand and put it on her naked buttock and made me squeeze it. It felt both soft and firm at the same time. It was lovely. But the moment lasted only a few seconds before the girls started to giggle and then broke into heavy laughter one by one. Beth moved away but smiled nicely at me. I realized that Linda wasn´t the only one to have taken a swig. After that the girls put more attention to me and were aware that I watched them. But they didn´t get more careful which I was happy for. In fact it seemed to be more of showing off to get my attention. One afternoon it started to rain heavily and the farmer told us we had to take the rest of the afternoon off. The strawberries got too wet. One of the girls charmed him into lending them the farm van. The girls wanted to go to town, do some shopping and watch a movie. I decided not to join with the excuse that the film was a romantic piece meant for girls. I had a plan. I was going to have a great time jacking off in full light reading a girlie magazine I had hidden in my suit case. I waited impatiently for the girls to get ready and drive away. As always it seemed to take ages for them to get ready but suddenly they stormed out of the barrack. As soon as I heard the car drive off I got rid of my shirt and shorts and was suddenly naked having the entire barrack on my own. My cock swelled of anticipation. The first thing I did was to search the girls´ cubicles for underwear. Bras and knickers turned me on but I had never had a chance to look at them closely. It wasn´t hard to find what I was looking for. The girls had been in a hurry and had left plenty of their undergarments on the beds or in half open drawers. I studied several bras and panties mostly white but also red and black. Some were very flimsy and see through and then there were the thongs I had seen. I was in heaven and my cock got fully erect without my touching it. Then I went to my cubicle and took out my magazine. I lay down and started to read an illustrated story nicely stroking my cock. The story was good and the pictures lovely and I felt great being rock hard. "Well well, now what have we got here? Oh my goodness, what an impressive piece! I never thought you would have such a lovely thing. Big, yes, but not that big. Very impressive indeed!" I suddenly heard. I startled to say the least and looking up saw Marianne standing in my door way. I hadn´t heard a thing being so sure of being alone and having a good time. I tried to cover myself in fear but there was little I could do. I was lying on top of the blanket and there was nothing I could use for cover. "Relax. No need to be afraid. I won´t bite. You look great. What a lovely, big cock. And you are so smallish. Let me see." Without further ado she moved forward and pushed my hands away. My cock rapidly shrunk. "Oh no, what a pity. Sorry, I didn´t mean to interrupt when you had such a good time. Maybe I can help. Let me give you a hand." She laughed throatily. "No pun intended, well perhaps it was." She took my cock in her hand and started to jack me. It got fully erect in no time and it took her even shorter to make me come. I spurted several times covering her hand and my stomach with hot sticky semen. Marianne kept stroking my cock very gently some time after she had milked the last drop out smiling sweetly at me. Then she let go of my cock and rose. "I will make coffee. Join me when you are ready," she said softly looking down at me. I stayed on my bed for some time trying to understand what had happened. I hadn´t heard her coming. I had been so sure that they were all gone that I hadn´t listen. Only now did I realize that she had been barefoot. Why was that, I wondered. Finally I rose and freshened up in the wash room. Shyly I went to the kitchen. Marianne sat at the table with two cups ready. "There you are. Get the coffee will you," she said casually as if nothing special had happened. I did as she had asked and sat down and my tension melted away when Marianne said nothing but just smiled sweetly at me. "I want to tell you something," she said softly. "I have been looking for an opportunity like this for some time." She smiled again collecting her thoughts. "We, I mean all the girls, have teased you since you moved in. There have been a lot of flashing, naked boobs and asses and skimpy dressing. The other evening I decided to move it on by wearing that bra. And it worked fine. Linda and Beth put on very good show don´t you think? You liked it, didn´t you?" "Oh, well . . . maybe I did," I said having no idea where this conversation was heading. "Yes you did and got turned on like you have been turned on every night since you moved in here. I have heard you jacking off several times. Believe me, I know the sounds when a boy jacks off. I have three younger brothers and we grew up in a small house." She grinned broadly. "Well, I got curious and one night went to see how you were doing. You didn´t notice, did you? No, I know you didn´t. I watched you jacking off and you looked so pleased. And I got the chock of my life. Although the darkness made it hard to see properly I saw that you had a very impressive tool. You are not fully grown, but your cock is already bigger than most grown men have. That made me curious and I wanted to see more of it. That´s when I decided to move it on with that bra which worked out so well." Marianne smiled at me again looking me in the eye. "So when I heard that you would stay behind this afternoon I decided I wanted to see what you were going to do. I told the girls that I had changed my mind and left the car as soon as it was out of sight from here. I sneaked through the windows and saw you get fully erect while playing with our garments. To let that thong dangle from your cock was nice." She smiled at me again. "When you went into your cubicle I went to look through your window and saw you on your bed with that magazine stroking your cock. I thought that it would be safe to come inside, that you wouldn´t notice and it worked . . . The rest you know. Are you angry that I disturbed you?" She looked inquiringly at me and I felt that I had to answer. "No, well . . . no not at all. But why did you do it, why did you came back?" There was only silence but a smile trickled in the corner of her mouth. I didn´t know what else to say or do. "Oh, excuse me, I have to pee. Back in a moment," Marianne suddenly said and rose. I heard her go to the toilet and a little later heard it flush. Her bare feet made a special sound when she headed back. But she didn´t come to the kitchen as soon as I had expected. "John. Come here please. I want to show you something," she suddenly called. I rose and went towards her cubicle. "What do you want to show me?" I asked before turning through her doorway. I stopped dead in my track when I did. "Me," she said and smiled sweetly. She lay on her bed with her legs slightly spread and her arms crossed loosely over her belly. Her boobs were pushed up and together by her arms. It took me some time to realize that she was completely naked. I just stood there, too shocked to be able to move. "Come. Come in. Have a good look. You like to look at me, don´t you? . . . Take your time and don´t be afraid. . . . Come closer, I want you to touch me. You can touch me everywhere you want. I want you to caress my entire body. That´s the answer why I came back." I couldn´t move but my eyes darted all over her naked body. She saw it and smiled at me. After a while Marianne sat up on the bed and reached out and pulled me forward. She swiftly pulled my shorts down and pulled me down over her. "Touch me. Caress me. Everything is permitted," she whispered hoarsely and put my hands on her breasts. Slowly I came to my senses and started to explore her body. She helped me by directing my hands and whispering advice and comments. I have no idea how long I kept touching and exploring her luscious body but finally she turned over to get her backside caressed as well. "Look at my ass. Cup the cheeks and squeeze them," she whispered. "Great, aren´t they? . . . Go down in between and feel my depths," she added a little later and pushed her ass upwards slightly spreading her thighs. I put my hand in between as she had said and felt the warmth of her soft pussy. Suddenly she spun around again to lie on her back. "Look at you," she giggled. "As hard as it will ever get. Lovely I must say. What do you want to do with that? Want me to jack you off again? . . . No, I think not. I have a much better idea. Come, come and kneel between my legs. Oh yes, that´s right. But come Johnnie boy, come closer, much closer. Don´t be afraid, you will be fine. Yes, yes that´s right. Now you are in place. Push . . . push . . . push hard . . . push more . . . Oh yes . . . yes . . . yes, oh my god how nice and big it is. Keep pushing my boy, there is still some left outside. I want it all in me. Push harder . . . oh yes . . . once more. Yes, it´s all there. I am completely filled. Now keep still for a while and enjoy the feeling of being inside a pussy. My pussy. The first pussy you have ever been into since you were born. Feels nice doesn´t it. Oh my god what I have longed for this to happen." She had steered me into her with a flow of words and now when I was fully engulfed in her lovely pussy she got quiet and took my face between her hands and watched me with shining eyes. She pulled my head down and kissed me. "Now you can start moving. I think you know what to do. It comes natural to everyone I guess. Do what you feel like. . . . Yes, that´s nice, real nice. . . try it a little harder . . . yes, and again . . . and again . . yes, oh yes Johnnie boy, feels great doesn´t it . . . oh my god, here it comes . . . yes, shoot . . .and shoot . . . and shoot . . .oh goodness gracious me, how many times are you going to shoot . . . you are filling me . . . finished are you? . . . yes you are . . . well done Johnnie boy, very well done . . . now rest, I want you to rest on top of me, it feels so great." I lay comfortable on top of her luscious body resting my head on her shoulder. I wondered what had happened. One moment I was exploring and caressing her lovely body, the next my cock was fully engulfed in her velvety pussy and before I knew what was happening I exploded inside her. And now I lay on top of her feeling great while my cock slowly shrank out of her. Strawberries, Marianne Picks John I moved a little and raised my head to look at her. She met my gaze with a big smile and beaming eyes. "What´s the matter, Johnnie boy? Aren´t you comfortable? Let´s adjust a little then. Pity that you can´t stay inside me but that the way it is." She wriggled around a little raising her knees. She got hold of my ass and squeezed with both hands pulling me closer to her. She rocked us slightly back and forth with closed eyes and a happy expression on her face. We lay like that for quite some time but finally she gently asked me to rise. She rose too and went to the bathroom. After I had done the same I found her in the kitchen. She had put on an oversized T-shirt and as far as I could understand nothing more. She handed me a glass of wine smilingly. "Well, Johnnie boy how did that feel? Oh sorry, I can´t call you a boy anymore, you are a man now and oh my goodness what a man´s tool you have. Incredibly. Tell me, how was it?" "It was . . . it was . . . I mean . . . I felt . . ." my voice trailed off, I couldn´t find the right words to express my overwhelming feelings. "It´s hard to find the right words, I know. Maybe you wanted to say that it was just as good as wanking the Willie? Or that it felt heavenly coming into me, that my pussy is smooth as silk and that you would like to do it again sometime? Which one do you choose?" She giggled happily broadly smiling. "I am just kidding. I know how hard it is to express these feelings when experienced for the first time. It´s like nothing you have experienced before, is it? I see on your face that you liked it though and that is enough for me." She leant forward patting my cheek. "Come to think of it, you resemble my father very much. You are both smallish, smaller than your first woman. Yes, my mother was his first woman, she has told me that, and she is as tall as I am. We look very similar. And both of you have huge cocks which are so nicely sculptured. Yes, you look very similar. Maybe that´s why I wanted this to happen." "But . . . but how do you know what your father´s cock look like in the hard state?" I asked suddenly concerned of something I had heard about. "Has he had a go at you?" "Oh no, nothing of that kind. On the contrary. He has been the best of fathers. No, my mother has told me about him in great detail. She is so proud of him and his great tool that she brags about it with the women in our small village. She has always talked freely about sex with me." Marianne got quiet for a little while with an inward smile on her face. "She has also let me see it without him knowing about it. I guess that was her way to teach me about sex. You see they have sex almost every day. They work hard on our farm with early mornings and withdraw early in the evenings. But they always have sex before going to sleep. How I know? Well, the house is small with thin walls and my mother isn´t exactly the silent type, just like me by the way. So from early childhood we have got used to the happy sounds from their bedchamber." She got quiet, again smiling for herself. "Well, when I grew up I found out that they liked doing it outdoors in warm summer evenings. One evening I followed them and was lucky that they stopped at a place where there were thick bushes where I could hide and see what happened. That was the first time I saw my father not only in the nude but also in full battle condition. My mother was nude too but her I had seen many times before. Well, she leaned against a fallen tree trunk and my father approached her from behind with his tool juggling in front of him. Mother didn´t allow him to enter her right away though but made him caress her slit with the head and probe her opening just letting the tip in several times before she suddenly rocked backwards taking him in to the hilt. She cried out of happiness doing it, a cry I probably never will forget." She smiled broadly. "I got plenty of time to study it all and how they enjoyed fucking each other. It was fantastic to see them being so happy after so many years." "Well, the day after mother blushingly told me that she had seen me sneaking up behind the bushes and that she had decided to let me watch thinking it would do me good. She also admitted, blushing even more, that she had liked being watched. The rest of that summer she let me understand when she planned to have sex outdoors and where she planned to go. She didn´t tell me straight on but gave me hints seemingly talking about other things. That gave me time to sneak away in advance to find a good hiding place which wasn´t hard because my mother chose the places carefully. Then I could watch everything, foreplay, undressing, caressing, fucking, the lot. Mother was very inventive showing me a lot. And the day after we talked about it, making me to understand everything. She always knew when I was around and many times told me what a turn on it was being watched. Well, now you know why I can compare you with my father. The only thing I can´t compare is the feeling of your cocks in my pussy because it´s only yours that has been there. Convinced?" She stopped talking and looked at me with a big smile. She rose and hugged me from behind. "I asked you something a while ago that you haven´t answered." She hesitated for a moment. "I asked if you would want to do it again sometime. With me I meant." She watched me inquiringly. "Uh, uh . . . yes of course I want to do that. As you said it was so utterly lovely. Really great. Much, much better than jacking off." "Oh, thank you, it makes me real happy to hear that. I have an offer for you then that I hope you can´t refuse. I will teach you, making you a superb lover. But not the way my mother taught me, by watching, no, we will practice . . . together of course. What do you say, you can´t refuse such an offer, can you" She giggled heavily and was suddenly very vivid. Her hands were all over my upper body and face. "Oh . . . oh . . . I . . . I don´t know what to say," I stammered shyly not knowing how to express my delight but she broke in. "Say yes, it´s all that´s needed. But I need to hear it loud and clear," she said mockingly. "In that case, yes, yes indeed, yes I will love to be taught by you," I said loud and clear as she had asked for. "Lovely, just lovely," she exclaimed laughingly hugging me again. She sat down on a chair deep in thoughts. After a while she looked up with shining eyes. "I was thinking about how we should do this," she said. "What about if we start right away? You have a lot to learn about the female body." "Well yes, but what if the other girls come home?" I asked a bit concerned. "Yes, what about that? Would you be embarrassed being together with me?" She asked sternly but the she broke into laughter. "Yes of course you would be. At least now. But that´s one reason why you need to learn. You need to be more confident with women. But don´t worry. There is plenty of time. So let´s get going." Marianne rose and took the lead to her cubicle. She stopped in the doorway in thoughts for a little while. "Know what. There is very little space in here. Enough for a plain fuck but not enough for what I have in mind. Help me." She ripped the bedcover and duvet away. "Take the mattress and the sheet," she ordered. I did as I was told and followed her back to the kitchen where she quickly cleared the table. "Put the mattress on top," she said. "On top of the table?" I asked being puzzled. "Rule number one: Do as you are told," she said sternly but a big smile softened the rebuke. I did as I was told. Marianne hesitated for moment. Then, with a swift movement, she pulled the T-shirt over her head. As I had thought she had nothing on underneath. Although I had fucked her I hadn´t really seen her in all her glory. She was tall for a woman, taller than me and strongly built. But her female attributes were big and she had curves on all the right places making her look very womanly indeed. "We need one more thing," she said and went out. I followed her looking at her moving backside. She came out from her cubicle with a pillow. She took a few paces against me until she noticed my stares. She laughed out, threw the pillow to me and then turned round and walked the full length down the barrack with exaggerated movements making her ass roll and swing. When she walked back her hips rolled and her boobs swung. She smiled looking at me. "Like it, I can see," she giggled. "Come let´s begin." She went into the kitchen and put the pillow on the mattress before climbing up on the table. She stretched out looking very tempting indeed. "Come over here," she called in a low voice. "Oh, take those shorts off. Much better to be on equal terms, isn´t it?" Without giving me a chance she pulled my shorts down and stroked my cock and balls slightly. I was not yet ready to get erect but the cock had swelled. "Now, lesson number one," she said pompously. "I will teach you about the female body and how to caress it with hands and mouth. I want you to explore my body. You can touch me everywhere, in fact I want you to do just that. I will guide you." I hesitated for a moment but she would have nothing of that. She pulled my hands to her boobs and with her hands over mine guided my caresses. After a while she pulled my head down and made me kiss the impressive globes and the protruding nipples. For the next half hour or so she talked me through a thorough investigation of her body including a lot of caressing, kissing and licking from her ears and face to her feet and toes. She turned around and made me caress her backside and especially the rising half moons. "Only the best left," she said in a husky voice and turned over again to lie on her back. She moved to place her butt at the end of the table. "Take a chair and sit in front of me . . . no, not there, the other end of course, you silly boy." She had me sit at the end of the table close to her butt. She raised her knees and spread the thighs putting her feet on the corners of the table. Suddenly her female heaven was in full view topped by a rich dark bush that stretched down at the sides. I just stared at it trying to take it all in with its folds and wrinkles and the colors in different shades of pink. "Come on, explore me, I want you to," Marianne said huskily. "Feel my pussy bush, well trimmed and silky to touch isn´t? Go down, let a finger trail . . . press gently . . . see how the lips part . . . Do you see the opening further down? You were there before, well your cock was . . . had a good time in there, hadn´t he? . . . Do you see my ass hole, dark brown and very puckered, like it? . . . Go back up again . . . oh yes . . . that´s the way to do it . . . good boy, oh my goodness that feels good . . . see that knob on top of the slit . . . caress it, but gently . . oh yes . . . yes . . . you get it just right . . . oh my goodness." Her advice how to caress her suddenly changed from cool teaching into excitement. Her pussy slit was moist and my fingers slid easily around. "Now use your mouth and tongue. Start with kisses . . . oh yes . . . yes, all over the place . . . and again . . . once more please, kiss all of it . . . oh yes, goodness gracious me, you already know how to do it, lovely, just lovely . . . Now use your tongue . . . start at top and lick your way down . . . yes that´s right . . . go on further down . . . yes, the asshole too if you don´t mind . . . lovely that you don´t . . . I love that, some girls don´t but I really do . . oh yes, just like that . . . now lick upwards but slowly . . . yes, you can stick your tongue into my hole . . . my god, it´s lovely . . . and now the knob, it´s the clit by the way, a woman´s most sensitive spot, always remember that . . . oh my goodness . . . yes, yes . . . oh my god . . yes, yes more please more . . . oh my god . . . a little harder . . .put a finger in my hole . . .oh my ... no, don´t stop, you are doing fine, exactly as you should do, go on, go on for heaven´s sake." Marianne got very excited when giving me the full tour of her pussy area. Somewhere in the middle of it her ass started to bounce and she writhed on the table top. Suddenly she moaned heavily and then she cried out. I stopped my doings thinking I had hurt her or something. But she yelled at me not to stop but to go on. Which I did. There were no more teaching, just series of moans and full cries. I suddenly understood the full meaning of what she had said that her mother wasn´t exactly the silent type. I understood that thin walls in a small house couldn´t stop cries like that from being overheard. Her ass bounced wildly until she put her legs over my shoulders and lifted her pussy up against my mouth. Then there was a long cry and her thighs clasped hard around my head. The only thing I could move was my tongue and it happened to be placed just over her knob so I kept lapping at it. The cry trailed off into moans and then she slumped back on the table top. Her thighs slackened but she kept the legs on my shoulders for a while. "Very well done, Johnny boy. Now you know what a female orgasm is like. And on your first try. Always remember what you have learnt tonight. You can never pay too much attention kissing and licking the pussy and clit. It´s the safest way of making your woman happy. Very, very happy, as I now am. And a woman will do everything for the man who makes her so happy. Come, kiss me on my other mouth." She sat up and I stood and hugged her and then we kissed for a long time. She showed me how to use the tongue while kissing until we got breathless. Marianne fell back on the table top. "Come over here. I am a happy girl, very happy indeed. Let my show you what a happy woman might do to reward you," she called softly. I moved up to the other end of the table. She moved too so the back of her head was outside the table. She told me to stand behind her head and pulled me forward until my cock was above her head. Without a word she took my cock in her mouth and started sucking. It felt heavenly when she slowly and deliberately sucked me to full hardness while playing with my balls. "Now that was a pleasant surprise. Very pleasant indeed," she said. "I was afraid that you wouldn´t be able to become hard again a third time. But that what´s so good with young men. Always able and willing so I was hoping. Want to fuck me properly now? Yes, of course you want to. Well then, go back to the other end." While I did as I was told she slid down again so that her ass was at the end of the table. I stood there not knowing what to do. "Come closer, you might be big but not that long," she giggled and with a foot behind my back pulled me close to her. My jutting cock nudged her pussy. She reached down and grabbed my cock and used it to caress her slit from clit to asshole. She moaned when the cock head massaged her clit. "Feel ready to enter?" She suddenly asked and slid a little further down. Her ass was now halfway outside the table top. "Well, if you feel like it why don´t you move in? All is in order, ready and waiting," she giggled. Again her foot was behind me pulling me closer. I might have been inexperienced but not dumb. I got her message and my body reacted on instinct. No advice was needed to understand that she wanted to be entered and how to do it. After some probing I found the entrance and pushed on to get inside. She laughed throatily when I slid into her and made sure that I got all the way inside. When I was in to the hilt she crossed her legs behind my back and pulled me hard against her. She kept the pressure up for a while. "I bet you want to bang now, don´t you. Please do, there is nothing I want more," she said now being very serious and grabbed the sides of the table. Her legs went up in the air and her pussy changed angle. Her ass bounced slightly. She showed very clearly what she wanted and that she was ready. My body started to move without advice from my brain. It was a primal thing knowing what to do. I banged her with long strokes and caressed her boobs and nipples while doing it. The wooden table stood solidly on sturdy legs. Its height was perfect. I was in heaven fucking this gorgeous woman. She started to moan and soon there were loud cries mixing in. She again proved being her mother´s daughter and there was no doubt that she enjoyed herself. It could be heard all over the place. I became a bit worried that the farmer could hear if he happened to be outside but she just laughed it away. Suddenly I felt a tingle in my loins. And then I started to deliver in several spurts which made her to cry out and laugh contentedly. When my spurts died away her legs were back around my back keeping me close to her. She wriggled her ass a few times to rub her clit against me. There was a long, loud single cry and then she slumped back on the table. My cock got limp and slid out of her lovely pussy. I sat down on the chair looking at the gorgeous woman who so suddenly had changed my world. My eyes darted all over her body until suddenly I saw that she watched me too. She smiled broadly and sat up. "Come, give me a hug and kiss. I think I am worth it," she called softly. I rose and she embraced me and we kissed for a long time. "Well, maybe we should call it a night," she finally sighed. "The girls will be back soon. Not that I mind but I think you would. You are not yet ready for that. But remember, even if it might feel embarrassing to be caught in the act it´s good for your reputation, well for a man anyway. Now help me with the mattress." We got the place in order and then went to clean up. I was at first embarrassed when Marianne followed me into the wash room telling that she wanted to clean my cock. But she made it to a very pleasant intimate moment. Her hands were so soft and her smile so sweet while doing it. Afterwards we cuddled until we heard the car. But Marianne still was in no hurry. She kissed me once more. "See you in the morning," she said pushing me away. She had let me go in the last moment. I had just got into my bunk when the girls came in chatting vividly. Suddenly Marianne came out from the wash room and stopped to chat with one f the girls just outside my cubicle. She was nude with the towel flung over her shoulder. "Where is John?" the girl asked after a while. "I don´t know. In his bunk I guess," Marianne answered casually. "Yes he is and snoring," she added with a laugh after looking into my cubicle. "Bad for him. He would have got an eyeful otherwise," the girl said giggling. "Are you sure he is asleep?" She added. "No, but does it matter?" Marianne asked casually and then both girls broke into heavy laughter. "Well, perhaps I have better move out of sight in case he wakes up," Marianne finally said giggling heavily. * To be continued Next chapter will follow very soon