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Barbi Takes A Trip
by Obmuj (address withheld)

***

Barbi was the ward of her uncle, and he gave her 
everything she wanted but one thing. Then after Uncle 
John passes away, and Barbi became wealthy, she took a 
trip. During this trip Barbi got to do the one thing 
always denied her, she got to do it over and over again 
to her heart's content. (ff-teens/M+, bi, ped, inc, bi, 
ws, orgy)

***

After all, she thought, I deserve to enjoy myself after 
allowing Uncle John to do everything but have 
penetrating sex with me for the past fifteen years. 
Yes, Barbi Sampson determined, I'm twenty-three, single 
and now have enough money to do as I please. That the 
money came from practically being a whore on her part, 
for Uncle John she understood. Her recently departed 
Uncle John being fondling her at the age of eight, and 
now Barbi was reaping the benefits.

Uncle John had died of a heart attack as they were 
making hay. Barbi had been driving the tractor, and 
Uncle John was on the wagon grabbing the bales as they 
came down the shoot from the bailer. "BARBI, UGH," she 
had heard him scream above the noise from the tractor 
and bailer, and turning to look behind her, saw her 
uncle fall down over the first level of bails on the 
wagon. Stopping the tractor, she jumped from the seat, 
ran back and climbed up onto the wagon, where she found 
Uncle John would not move. How she knew she didn't 
know, but realized her uncle was dead.

Getting back on the tractor, Barbi drove to the house 
and shutting off the tractor, ran inside and called the 
sheriff and related what had occurred. The doctor and 
an ambulance arrived shortly after Sheriff Pat Bowen 
pulled in the drive and stopped next to the tractor. 
Doctor William Case examined Uncle John, and announced 
that he had passed away from a heart attack. Unknown to 
Barbi, her uncle had been to see the doctor the past 
Saturday, and had been instructed by the doctor to stop 
working so hard as his heart was in serious shape, with 
a very irregular beat.

After the funeral, and several men offering to help 
Barbi with the farm, she declined each offer in a 
polite way. She informed the sheriff of the small 
community that she would sell the farm and perhaps he 
knew someone who would be interested in purchasing the 
land, cattle and equipment. Her parent's attorney, C. 
Barton Hall, assisted her in disposing of the property, 
and she was surprised to find her uncle had 
considerable investments in oil wells, and a hefty bank 
account. By the time the estate was settled the 
following spring, Barbi had close to three million 
dollars.

The wind whipped across her face and her long blonde 
haired ponytail floated out from under the scarf she 
had tied over her head and under her chin to keep her 
hair from blowing in all directions. Driving the new 55 
Chevy-convertible, Barbi had been hearing car horns and 
guys shouting at her as she drove down the highway.

Thinking to herself, I should be unhappy with what 
Uncle John had done to her for the past fifteen years, 
but when it started she didn't know the real problem of 
being molested. Now she was on Route 40, and heading 
toward Indiana, after leaving Columbus, Ohio at eight 
in the morning, having begun the trip in Pittsburgh 
yesterday.

Thinking she should stop for breakfast, she waited 
until she saw a road sign, advertising a truck-stop, a 
couple miles ahead. It was nearly ten, and she hadn't 
taken time to eat after leaving the small motel with 14 
rooms, just West of Columbus. As she eased off the 
highway, she saw that the truck stop diner was busy. 
Uncle John had taught her to always look for a truck 
stop when they traveled, as they would have the best 
food. That wasn't all Uncle John taught her, but she 
always found a diner with the parking area full of 
trucks, had the best food.

After eating, and having two truckers hit on her, she 
was glad to be back on the road. The sky started to 
darken by four in the afternoon, and Barbi decided to 
pull into the next decent looking motel. She passed 
three motels before she spotted one that was painted 
white with light blue trim and reading the name, she 
smiled. , "Sleep Tight" the neon sign said, vacancy, 
was lit under the motel name. Entering the office, the 
clerk appeared to be nearly seventy, and she smiled as 
Barbi walked up to the counter with tiny blue bears in 
sleeping poses on the counter top.

"Hi honey, traveling alone," the matronly lady asked, 
still smiling?

"Yes, just I, and I would like a room next to the 
office if possible."

"One-O-One, and that is next door, and you can have the 
room for fifteen dollars, and tax of eight cents."

Barbi liked the lady immediately, and asked, "Is there 
was a restaurant nearby?"

"Sure is, about a quarter mile that way," And the lady 
pointed toward the direction Barbi was traveling.

Parking her car in front of her room, Barbi removed 
only the over night case, and was about to enter her 
room. Then decided she would take one suit case from 
the trunk, as she didn't want to get later if it 
started to rain. In the room, Barbi saw a radio next to 
the bed, and a black and white TV on a stand at the 
foot of her bed. Turning on the TV, she saw the picture 
was fuzzy, and was likely because the motel was in the 
middle of nowhere.

Unpacking a skirt and blouse from the suit case, she 
hung them up and decided to take a bath. She removed 
some bath powder from her over night case, and started 
the water running in the tub. Bubbles start to form as 
she poured the bath powder in the water under the 
faucet. Removing her clothes, Barbi looked at herself 
in the mirror and smiled, thinking of the last time 
that Uncle John had looked at her nude form.

Laying back in the tub, Barbi let her mind go back to 
when she first went to live with Uncle John, who was 
her father's brother. Her parents and Aunt Mabel, Uncle 
John's wife, had driven to see her grandpa and grandma, 
her father's parents. 

Returning home they were in an accident and all three 
were killed as her dad had driven off the road into a 
river, and all three drowned. Barbi remembered she was 
only eight, and cried for several nights at the loss of 
her parents. After the funeral, the court determined 
that she should live with Uncle John, and she took her 
clothing and personal things and moved in with her 
Uncle.

Uncle John gave her the large front room where he and 
Aunt Mabel had slept, and he moved into the smaller 
back bedroom, on the second floor of the big farm 
house. The room was sunny and had three windows 
overlooking the front of the farm driveway. She could 
set in the window seat of the middle window, which was 
a bay window with a bench. A few days after the 
funeral, she had moved in her things, Uncle John took 
her to town and purchased her a new bedroom set. It was 
ivory colored, with flowers on the head board of the 
bed, dresser and chest of drawers.

For the first month, she was treated like a princess. 
One night as she was getting ready for bed, a storm 
being and the wind blowing the trees outside her window 
very hard. The rain was heavy and the wind drove it 
against the window pains and she became frightened and 
started to cry. Uncle John heard her and came into her 
room to see why she was crying. When she told him she 
was afraid, he told her to jump under the covers and he 
would lay next to her and protect her.

Uncle John moved his arm so it hugged her, and she 
moved until she was plastered against him. For a brief 
time they lay and talked and Barbi could not remember 
falling asleep. During the night she woke briefly, and 
thought something was inside her panties, touching her 
between her legs, which she wore under her long night 
gown. Then she went back to sleep.

After that night she and Uncle John slept together in 
her bed. "Barbi, you mustn't tell anyone we sleep 
together, or you will be placed in a foster home," She 
remembered his telling her.

Different nights she would wake and think something was 
touching her between her legs. Barbi was young and 
would always fell right back to sleep. One Saturday 
afternoon, after she and Uncle John feed the beef 
cattle, and gathered the eggs from the couple of hens 
he keep, she was surprised when he told her, "What say 
we take a little vacation before school starts?"

"Where would we go," She remember asking?

"How about we take the train and go see the Grand 
Canyon, would you like that little lady?"

"Do you mean it, Uncle John, really and truly, we can 
go to see the Grand Canyon?"

"Sure, and I've already got the tickets," And handed 
her the train tickets and a couple of brochures that 
told about the train, and one that showed the Grand 
Canyon. Uncle John then said they'd drive into town for 
dinner after they cleaned up from farming all day and 
getting dirty.

"Go into the bathroom, fill that big old tub, get 
undressed, and wash really well."

Barbi remembered she had turned on the water to fill 
the tub, and then undressed. While standing with no 
clothes on, Uncle John walked into the bathroom and he 
was naked. Thinking back, Barbi remembered seeing Uncle 
John's thing hanging down between his legs. She knew 
what it was, but it was the first one Barbi had ever 
seen.

"What say we bathe together, Barbi, and that way we can 
get ready to go eat in town quicker?"

Climbing into the big old bath tub, she recollected how 
she watched Uncle John's think get bigger around and 
longer, and then stuck almost straight out from his 
body. "Uncle John, mom told me it wasn't nice for a man 
to see me without clothes on, and I must never ever 
look at a naked man."

"Barbi, this is just for you and me to know about, and 
I want you to promise you will never speak to anyone 
about this, or our sleeping together, promise?" She 
seemed to remember that Uncle John told her something 
about his seeing her nude, and she him, as he was 
taking the place of her mom. The details on that were 
hazy, but at times she had teased him and would call 
him mom, but other than that, him memory didn't give 
her strong images or thoughts.

"Okay, but do you touch me when we are in bed, like you 
know?"

"How do you mean, touch you, and where?"

"Like, you know, maybe in my panties, you know there," 
Barbi said and pointed between her small rounded 
thighs.

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Cause sometimes, I wake up and think you have your 
hand inside my panties and touching me where mom said 
no one should touch me until my husband did when I get 
married."

"Yes, I caressed you, so you would sleep well." "Do you 
like my touching you like this," Uncle John asked and 
then put his hand between my legs? I wasn't certain 
what to do, and it was only a minute or so and I 
remember how his fingers were playing with my thing, 
and I got excited. Then she remembered how it felt good 
and jiggled and Uncle John had made crazy noises and 
said it was a game. But he had told her that she must 
never mention this to anyone else, as this was a 
private thing between her and him.

Her mind replayed that occurrence and for several 
minutes, Uncle John moved his fingers on me, and then 
took my hand and placed it on his thing that was really 
hard. He showed me how to move my hand on it and before 
long he cried out, "Barbi, your making me cum!" I 
watched in fascination as stuff shot out from the end 
of his hard thing. Some of it splashed on my chest and 
arm, and all over my hand. Some had landed on Uncle 
John, but he ignored the slick feeling stuff, and as I 
started too removed my hand, he grabbed it in his and 
asked me to hold onto him a little while longer.

"Uncle John, what is that stuff," I remember asking in 
my innocence? This happened around 1945, and in those 
days' children didn't have the knowledge of sex as they 
did in later generations. After a while Uncle John 
moved me, and I sat on his lap facing him. He explained 
in his crude way, and not vulgar, but crude as Uncle 
John had only completed seven grades of school. His 
father needed him to help on the farm, so that ended 
his formal education.

His finger continued to play between my legs and it 
felt good. Uncle John explained about what he was doing 
and that later when we went to bed, he would show me 
more things to make me feel good. Then Uncle John 
pulled the plug and let the water run from the tub, and 
we rose from the tub, and got out. He dried me off, and 
as he did, told me how pretty I was, and made me laugh 
as he ticked me.

Going to my room, I put on fresh clothes and brushed my 
hair. I walked to Uncle John's room where he was 
dressing. Although he slept with me, he had not moved 
his clothes from his room, in case someone should 
inquire about our living conditions.

We went to town and ate in the small restaurant where 
all of the farmer friends of Uncle John ate with their 
families. Several of his friends stopped by the table, 
and I found children my own age to speak to, and they 
asked me to come visit and play. I was surprised when 
Uncle John told a couple of the kids he would drop me 
off on Sunday, if that was all right with their 
parents.

After we ordered our food, one man said that he should 
join him and his wife at their table, and their two 
kids my age could set with me, while they visited. This 
was great, and Uncle John and the man discussed about 
our trip and the man said he would take care of the 
farm, as my uncle had done the same for him two years 
previously.

That evening as Uncle John drove us home, and I spoke 
about my never telling about him touching me, or our 
sleeping together. I promised him I'd never tell 
anyone, and knew we weren't supposed to be doing things 
together. Being alone, with my parents both dead, I 
recall telling Uncle John, "I enjoy knowing you like me 
Uncle John, and you try to make me happy, so maybe we 
can pretend that we are husband and life like mom and 
did."

"What do you mean, what did your parents do?"

"Uncle John, one morning I walked into my parent's 
bedroom, and they were naked, and daddy was on top of 
mommy, and she had her legs wrapped around dad." Then I 
explained how I watched and it seemed that his thing 
was going in and out of my mom, but I got scarred and 
ran back to my room.

When we got home, it was around eight at night, and my 
uncle said we should go to bed early, and then he told 
me, "Don't wear anything to bed tonight, not even your 
panties."

The summer heat was humid, and I had been sleeping on 
top of the covers because of it being hot in the house. 
My room did get a nice breeze and that helped make it 
comfortable, and an oscillating fan kept the air 
circulating. Climbing onto the bed, I was apprehensive 
as to what would happen, but I knew it had to do with 
sex, as mom had explained some things to me shortly 
before she passed away. Besides I had been watching the 
cows and saw them when the bull mounted them, and Uncle 
John had told me that it was the same as humans did 
when they wanted to feel good.

Laying in bed, and snuggled next to Uncle John, I 
listened as he explained that he would never have 
actual intercourse with me, but would make me feel 
good. Then he explained in his own way what sex was 
about, and told me to call his thing, "Cock." My thing, 
he explained would be referred to as. "Pussy." The 
stuff that came out of him in the tub was called "Cum." 
When I moved my hand up and down on his cock, it was 
called "Jack-off." He told me all about masturbation, 
and that both girls and boys did it, sometimes with 
each other. By the time he was done, and telling me all 
he could about sex, I knew he was going to "Eat my 
pussy."

Uncle John had explained when people touched each other 
and it felt good, they would moan and say how wonderful 
it was for them. I recall his telling me that it was 
okay to do "It" for the other. Uncle John explained 
about a man putting his thing inside a girl, in the 
opening between her legs, and it was called "Fucking, 
or simply Fuck." He asked me to never let anyone do 
that to me as I would likely become pregnant and be 
taken from me.

"Was that what mom and dad were doing," I remember 
asking?

While he was talking to me, my hand had reached out and 
found his cock, and he hadn't asked me to do it for 
him. When I first got it in my hand, he was kind of 
limp like, and I felt it get hard and my small hand 
could not reach around his cock. Asking Uncle John why 
it got hard, and long, he explained as best he could be 
what happened when a wife or pretty girl like me, 
touched a man, he became excited. Then he explained 
about how it would be hard so it could push into a 
girl's pussy, and make her feel good when it moved back 
and forth inside her.

Uncle John then explained about a girl having a 
"Cherry." I could not understand exactly how that 
worked out, so he got a hand mirror from my dresser, 
held it and showed me my pussy, and pointed out my 
cherry. This was something new to me, and I wondered 
why I had never taken a mirror and looked at my pussy 
before?

We must have talked for an hour, I remember, and as I 
sat in the tub reminiscing, I had been in the tub so 
long the water was getting cool. I let some out and 
then turned on the hot and refilled the tub. I was 
surprised how hot the water in the motel was. The water 
heater on the farm was small and didn't produce a lot 
of hot water, so this was nice.

Remembering back to hearing about sex for the first 
time when I was eight, I was surprised when Uncle John 
kissed me. He had never kissed me before, and when his 
lips were on mine, I was shocked somewhat. Feeling his 
tongue push into my mouth, was a real shock! After a 
while I found it fun and for some reason it being to 
make me excited.

After kissing for a while, Uncle John started kissing 
my neck and ear, then moved down and kissed my tiny 
little nip, as my mom had called them. My mom had 
explained they were nipples and even showed me her 
breast and nipples so I would understand. The feelings 
of his tongue licking on my small pink nips, made me 
giggle, and my hips rolled like on the bed. However, at 
the time I didn't collate the two as sex of some sort.

Then Uncle John was kissing my tummy, and kissed his 
way down my right leg, and back up, then did the same 
on my left leg. When he kissed his way back up my left 
leg, his mouth moved and kissed my pussy. My butt 
bumped up from the bed, as the feeling was so 
unexpected. I could feel his mouth kind of pull my 
little thing inside, and his tongue was licking all 
over my pussy, and in between the lips that he called 
labia.

Never would I have thought someone would lick and kiss 
the thing I peed from, but my young age of eight, did 
not stop me from telling my uncle that he was making me 
feel great, "Oh Uncle John, that is nice, but feels so 
funny like, and even in my tummy." Without knowing it 
was possible, I climaxed after a few minutes of his 
licking what he said was my clit.

"Let it cum, let it cum Barbi Girl, get off for me," 
Uncle John told me in a muffled voice as he never 
stopped licking as he spoke. Then I cum, "Oh, my OH," I 
said in a very high, and pitched voice, that didn't 
sound like me.

I lay in Uncle John's large and hairy arms after my 
virgin climax. I moved so my pussy straddled Uncle 
John's left leg. From that moment, I knew that I would 
never reveal what Uncle John and I did together. And I 
considered, in my young mind, that I was his wife. 
Romantic thoughts passed through my mind, and I had 
fantasy thoughts of being a princess like those my 
story books.

Not exactly certain as to what had happened, I asked 
Uncle John and he explained it was like when his stuff 
squirted out of his cock, except mine didn't squirt. 
Later on, maybe when I was eleven, he had put it 
between my legs and moved it back and forth, and when 
it squirted, Uncle John became really excited. After we 
lay with his thing between my legs, he told me I could 
have the pony I had been wanting.

I seem to recall that Uncle John would have me hold his 
thing between my legs and he moved it until his stuff 
shot out and got all over me. In my memory I still 
remember how I liked it when he was ready to cum, he 
would jack it off, so the stuff landed on my sex

A few weeks later, we left on the train for our 
vacation. I traveled as Uncle John's daughter, so 
people wouldn't ask questions. Sometimes I almost 
called him Uncle, but always caught myself. I started 
calling him daddy, and did so until he died during some 
of private moments together. We shared a compartment on 
the train and as we had since he first performed oral 
sex on me, we continued it during our vacation.

The first night on the train, Uncle John taught me how 
to give him a blow-job, or to suck him off. This was 
pleasant, but I found it necessary to think his cock 
wasn't used to pee within order to take it in my mouth. 
One of my favorite things was a popsicle, and when I 
told my uncle that I would call it a popsicle, he loved 
my name for his cock, and said, "Yea, it's a popsicle 
all right, and if you were older and I shot cum up your 
pussy, it would be a popsicle, and I would be the pop." 
Even I thought that was funny, as I had an 
understanding of what he meant.

Taking Uncle John's popsicle into my mouth, I held it 
between my lips, and then just the large part on the 
end, that he said was the "Head" of his cock. He told 
me to move my mouth up and down on it and to move my 
tongue around on the end, especially to lick the slit 
on the end. He was so thick, but I could not get him 
all the way in my mouth to suck him well.

After a minute of so sucking Uncle John's cock, someone 
knocked on the compartment door. "Damn," Uncle John 
said as he rose from the bunk and put on his house 
coat.

Whispering to me, get under the covers, Uncle John 
opened the door and the porter was there and asked, 
"Sir, would you like some coffee, and perhaps milk for 
your daughter?" Then the porter added, "We have sweet 
rolls as well."


 "Yes, we'll have some, please," my uncle told the 
porter, and took them and then took his billfold from 
the small shelf, and paid him.

After drinking our refreshments, and eating a roll 
each, we got back on the bed, and I took my uncle's 
cock into my mouth again. This time he instructed me on 
how to move my head up and down while using my tongue 
and lips to get him off. For whatever, I had not 
thought about him shooting his stuff out of his cock, 
and when it splashed into my mouth I gagged and choked 
and had to pull my mouth from his cock.

I commenced crying from knowing that I hadn't kept it 
in my mouth, but my uncle hugged me and said I had done 
really well. "Honey, my cock is nearly eight inches 
long, and almost four inches around when it gets hard." 
Then he told me, "Barbi, your Aunt Mabel couldn't take 
me in her mouth as you did in your small mouth. And 
your aunt would always gag, when I shot cum in her 
mouth."

Hearing my uncle describe about my aunt not being able 
to do it as well as what I had done, made me decide to 
swallow his stuff when it shot out the next time. Which 
was the next night, I remembered that occurred? I 
didn't really start swallowing his stuff completely 
until the last night on the train returning home from 
the Grand Canyon.

We rented a motel room in the town of Williams during 
our five days at the canyon, and would ride the 
excursion train from town to the canyon. We rode the 
mules down into the canyon and the mules would bump and 
bounce me around, but Uncle John and the mule 
attendants had fastened me onto the saddle with some 
belts. Looking over the edge of the trail and down into 
the canyon, made me afraid practicably the total ride. 
But thinking back, I decided to head for the Grand 
Canyon once I reached Nevada.

Each night in the motel, my uncle and I would take a 
bath together, and I loved playing with what he taught 
me to handle very gently, his "Nuts." The second night 
in the motel, he had me sucking and chewing his bag and 
nuts, and I enjoyed feeling the round balls moving 
around on my tongue.

By now, I remember my living with my uncle two months, 
and he had made me a sex partner. The experiences 
weren't unpleasant I recollect, but as I got older, and 
I believe it was when I turned thirteen, and my periods 
started, that I wanted to stop the sexual play with my 
uncle.

Then I remembered the time when I was around eleven, 
and Uncle John had been licking me for a long time. 
Each time I was ready to get off, he would stop licking 
me, and told me he wanted to really build me up once so 
I would cum really hard.

The memories aren't exact, I'm certain, but I think he 
must have built me up for over an hour or more. My hips 
were bumping against his mouth extremely hard to keep 
the contact with his tongue. My voice begged him to let 
me cum, and that it was almost hurting I wanted to cum 
so bad, just building up and letting it peak, only to 
stop. Then he pushed his tongue hard against my 
developing clit, and when I felt myself ready to cum, 
my hands grabbed onto his head for the first time ever 
when he was eating me out. I pulled him hard against my 
face, and a steam of pee escape from my urethra as I 
climaxed so hard it hurt. I continued peeing for at 
least a half minute, perhaps longer.

"Pee Baby, pee for me, let if flow, Barbi," Uncle John 
kept saying. After that time, he would sometimes have 
me pee on him while we took a bath together or when he 
was eating me out.

God, I can't believe that Uncle John had me pee on him 
the night before he died. He had me stand over him in 
the tub and let it hit his face, and he would drink it 
as it splashed against his face. Uncle John had asked 
me several times to let him pee on me, but I always 
declined.

One night in bed, I remember we spoke a long time about 
my not giving blow-jobs again, and he not eating me 
out, or our sleeping together any longer. Uncle John 
listened to what I had to say and told me, "If you want 
to stop, I understand." Then he told me, "Barbi, if you 
continue sex with me, I will get you a new car when you 
turn sixteen, and the farm and all my things will be 
yours when I die." Somehow I believe Uncle John was 
around forty-three at the time, but I can't remember 
for certain of my exact age at the time.

Uncle John was convincing, and to prove his point, two 
days later the two of us went to his attorney and his 
will and other documents were drawn up leaving me his 
estate. At that age I did not realize what my 
inheritance would be, just that someday the farm would 
be mine. That, I guess, must have been ten years ago, 
so I would have been thirteen, and Uncle John would 
have been forty-three, as he was fifty-three when he 
passed away.

Around the time I was twelve, my breast started to rise 
up on my chest. They were like pink candy kisses, 
similar to those wrapped in tinfoil at the candy 
counter in the 5 & 10 cent store. They became very 
sensitive and I found it enticing to make him beg to 
let him nurse on the bumps growing on my breast. It was 
another six months, if I remember correctly, that Uncle 
John told me one night as he started to eat me out, 
that he said, "My Barbi girl, has little fine blonde 
hair coming out on her pussy."

The night of my nineteenth birthday, is one I will 
always cherish in the relationship between Uncle John 
and myself. I remember it being the only time his cock 
ever touched inside my pussy. For some reason Uncle 
John wanted to rub his thing on the sparse hairs over 
my pussy. That was the only time he ever pushed the end 
of his thing inside me. I seem to remember that it took 
a long time to get it inside, and just inside, but I 
wanted him to do me. He kept saying, "No, I can't take 
your cherry, but the man who does, is going to be one 
lucky son-of-a-bitch." Jacking his cock at the same 
time as he moved just his cock head inside my pussy, 
Uncle John kept telling me how hot and tight my little 
cunt was.

"Take me Uncle John, push in me, I want you to fuck me, 
and you'll be the only man I will ever want, if you 
fuck me," I still remember saying those exact words 
since that time. I felt he was about to shoot his cum 
inside my still virgin pussy. My voice cried out as his 
thickness had rubbed my clit until I climaxed. Uncle 
John let his cum filled balls empty into the entrance 
of my cervix, the ultimate opening to my uterus. 
Thinking, perhaps I would conceive a child for us in my 
womb. Those memories came back to me out of sequence 
with my thoughts of my uncle and me. I knew that I 
missed his tenderness.

Some would say he took advantage of me, when he first 
touched me at the age of eight, was undoubtedly true. 
When I became sixteen, and after that age, I found him 
to be a wonderful man, and he loved me is certainly 
true. I reached over and took some notes and cards out 
of my over night bag. They were soft and gentle words 
of thanks for being his partner during the time after 
his wife's untimely death, along with my parents. The 
one card that I had kept was the one he gave me on my 
nineteenth birthday, and the only time I ever felt his 
cum inside my sex.

The card read, "No person, not one, could make such a 
feeling of togetherness, for me, as you have done my 
precious woman, and Happy Birthday wishes to you." 
Uncle John had signed the card, "The man who has gained 
a life time of feelings from a little girl who has 
became a woman, during my time on Earth, Love, Uncle 
John." Then he added a PS, "Tonight may end up being 
special, if not, it will still be special."

As I read the card, and remembered that night from four 
years ago, tear formed in my eyes. Uncle John never 
said he wouldn't have sex with me, and that is one 
thing I wish had learned. 

The night that I received his fluid inside my pussy was 
beyond belief as I felt his cum running from my sex 
down across my anus. When I stood up, I felt his cum 
running down the inside my thighs. I had started to 
walk into the bathroom to wash off his sperm, but I 
stopped and looked at my uncle. "Uncle John, I feel 
your cum seeping from my pussy, and I wish you had 
deposited it so deep in me, that a child would be 
growing this very instance in my womb." Never will I 
forget the warm feeling in my sex, only to feel Uncle 
John's cum turn cool as it dripped from my cunt and 
down my legs.

Uncle John moved from the bed and hugged me in his 
large arms. I remember that it seemed I would pass out 
from the excitement I had received. Then he moved with 
me to the bed, and I lay on my back, with my legs 
hanging over the edge. Uncle John kneeled down between 
my spread open thighs and began to kiss my pussy. There 
was no doubt, the cum, covering my sex, and on my 
thighs, was transferred to Uncle John's face.

"My god, Barbi, I'm eating my own cum, from your pussy 
when I lick inside your sex." I remember him telling me 
my labia, he called them, my "Pussy Lips" was so small. 
Uncle John said my labia minora, the inner lips, was 
almost nonexistent they were so small. His description 
of my pussy was as tight as was when I was eight and he 
first had eaten me. This memory from the past now made 
me cry, and I realized I had loved my uncle more than I 
had ever considered.

After making me cum from "eating my pussy" and telling 
me to cum on his tongue, Uncle John stood up between my 
legs as they over the edge of the bed. Again I felt 
Uncle John move the head of his cock inside my pussy 
lips, but again only the head parted my sex. This time 
he moved his cock in and out of my opening, and each 
time the head slipped inside me, I would ask him to go 
deeper. Finally I could feel him tense up, and I knew 
he was again going to deposit his thick sperm filled 
cum inside my aching pussy.

Then I knew he was cumming and he cried out, "Barbi, 
I'm cumming in you, OH I want you but can't, AWGH!" 
Then I knew he was giving me his male juices, and I 
begged him, "Take me, please Uncle John, oh daddy, fuck 
me - fuck me, I want you to do it all the way inside 
me, please fuck me?" Yet his willpower stopped him from 
shoving all the way up into my tender body.

Then I attempted to bring my memories back into focus 
and keep them in order of our sexual and personal 
relationship. Unless someone had experienced the 
feelings that passed between us, they could not 
understand that it wasn't incest between us. There was 
a feeling that went back to when I was around six, and 
I was playing in the hay mow, and how I lay on the 
bales, listening to the rain on the barn's tin roof. 
Uncle John had found me in the mow and I explained how 
the rain sounded so nice, and that it made me sleepy. 
Then he held me in his big arms and told me to listen 
to the rain until I fell asleep. 

During high school, and after I graduated, until my 
uncle passed away, I was allowed to date. Out of the 
relationship with my uncle, or because I did not want 
my dates to touch me intimately, I stayed a virgin. I 
became known as a virgin to conquer, or marry so they 
could be the first with me. My girl friends said my 
class mates and guys I dated all said they wanted to do 
me, at least once. Everyone knew that someday I would 
own my uncle's farm, and I would be wealthy.

I used to think that it was all a game, having the 
intimate and sexual knowledge between my uncle and me, 
while restricting my dates to a quick feel, if they 
could before I stopped them.

That made me think about the time I was with Ralph 
Wilson, and how he had slowly worked his hand under my 
skirt. I felt him moving his hand on the top of my 
thigh, then on the outer side of my left leg. Ralph had 
taken at least ten minutes before I felt the light 
touch of his fingers softly caressing the insides of 
both my thighs. It felt good, and I enjoyed the 
sensations he was causing in my body. His touch was 
tender, I still remember, I as I felt him wishing to 
reach the goal of his exploring, the moist slit between 
my legs.

Ralph had been the first boy I had dated that didn't 
grab of being rough in his attempt feel me up. He 
exerted little force as he attained the desired results 
he wanted, and his fingers felt the few maiden hairs 
that were outside the legs of my panties. For whatever 
the reason, I wanted Ralph to touch me, and his slow 
and the soothing contact of his finger tips, against 
the inside skin of my thighs was deft, and pleasant. At 
the time I thought that even Uncle John did not have 
this touching ability.

For several minutes Ralph fingers moved so lightly 
across the smooth skin of legs that it was almost like 
the feeling I got when I laid nude on top of the bed 
covers, and felt the cool air brush across my skin. 
Then it was like a bolt of lightning struck my body, 
and Ralph had moved his fingers behind my knee, and 
lightly stroked his finger tips in some type of a 
circle. My passions were never more stirred up than 
they were at the time, and I guess I must have been 
around seventeen.

Using his other hand, I felt Ralph unbutton my blouse, 
then unsnap the clasp at the waist of my skirt, and 
pull down the zipper. I didn't assist him nor resist 
Ralph in his actions. My body told me to let him do as 
he desired, and the experience would be one I found 
enjoyable.

When he reached to remove my blouse, I eased away from 
the back seat of his car, and then he removed my skirt. 
I was setting in front of Ralph in only my bra, half 
slip and panties. These were some removed and a boy was 
viewing me nude, which until now only Uncle John had 
done.

I remember the feeling of peace as Ralph laid me back 
onto the car seat, and then he removed his clothes. 
While I lay on my back, I looked out the rear car door 
window and saw the darkness of the sky, with the 
twinkling stars, and I could not see the moon, but the 
trees in the field on his dad's farm where we were 
parked, cast an eerie pattern as the moon shone through 
the leaves. Ralph's lips nursed at my nipples, and his 
fingers were still lingering across the skin on the 
inside of my thighs.

That night, I remember, was one I can never forget, as 
my body craved the touch of someone other than Uncle 
John. I wondered if I was cheating on my uncle by 
enjoying another male's touch? As hard as I try to 
remember, the feeling of Ralph's fingers stroking my 
thighs I cannot describe, but was very appeasing.

Ralph moved his lips down and kissed my stomach, and I 
felt a strange tenderness from his lips as they moved 
over my abdomen. With a slow tantalizing brush of his 
lips, he kissed the smooth skin of my inner thighs. His 
actions, I remember now, were almost tormenting and 
teasing promise of something exceptional would produce 
in me a fantastic and the ultimate sexual 
gratification.

During this time, Ralph had been kneeling on the floor 
of the car, and I remember how he raised my left leg in 
the air, and moved his body so he was between my spread 
open legs, and his lips were kissing the back of my 
thighs. When I felt his tongue, move from between his 
lips and lick the smooth skin at the back of my knee, 
my body seemed to jerk. Slowly Ralph had licked down my 
leg, every so often he would tape a moment to kiss 
around the spots he had just licked. When he got to my 
feet, he kissed them on top, then his lips moved and 
kissed the souls of my feet. Nothing could have led me 
to believe that a person could have erogenous zones on 
their feet, but I found out from Ralph, they exist on 
the whole foot.

Then for the first, and even to this day, I thought as 
I lay thinking of my sexual experiences, my toes were 
sexually stimulated. Ralph took my toes, starting with 
the large one, into his mouth until he finally held my 
little toe inside his mouth. Ralph's tongue was gently 
exploring between and all around each toe. He did this 
for sometime, and then he took all my toes, and as much 
of my foot into his mouth as he was able to accomplish.

Then I remember, as he sucked my toes and foot, a 
tremor flashed through me, and my body jerked up from 
the back seat of Ralph's 48 Plymouth 4-door sedan. If I 
remember correctly, I cried out, "What was that, my god 
Ralph, you're making me feel so good!"

As I lay on the seat, I realized that I had just 
climaxed without any contact with my clitoris or 
fondling of my sex. Then Ralph begins to make love to 
my other leg, and this time, he repeated his action on 
my right leg. Again he was sucking my toes, and when he 
licked between them, I was thinking, why hasn't Uncle 
John done that for me?

Then I felt Ralph moving up and he kissed my small 
thatch of maiden hair, and then he licked it 
completely, from across my moms, from one side to the 
other, then down along my labia. Never once had he 
licked my pussy, and I wanted him to suck my clit, and 
had he desired to do so, he could have bitten it until 
it bled, and I wouldn't have made him stop.

What must have been two hours of having him tantalizing 
me with his lips, he moved up over my body? I knew he 
was going to make love to me, and by now that was what 
I desired more than I had ever wanted with Uncle John, 
Oh how I remember feeling Ralph move between my legs, 
and then he was resting his body on mine. I could feel 
his hand reach down and grasp his erection, and guide 
it toward my pussy.

When it brushed my pussy, I could tell I was gaping 
open, and just as he touches the head at the part of my 
labia, Ralph shot a load of cum, larger than any I have 
ever felt since. He keeps going off, and when he 
stopped ejaculating, he lay on my body and begin to 
sob.

I moved my arms up and hugged him to me, and I remember 
telling him, "Its okay, Ralph, you will get hard again 
and you will be the first and only boy for me, I've 
never let any date do what you just did to me, so 
you're the first boy to get so far with me."

After several minutes, Ralph stopped crying, and then 
he told me, "Barbi, don't tell anyone what I did, and 
that I went off all over you before I could put it in 
you, please?"

"Ralph, I will never tell anyone about this, and you 
made me cum, just making love to my feet, and you will 
get hard in a minute." Then I remember asking him, 
"Ralph, I've never done it to a boy, but if you want, I 
will try to kiss and suck your thing to get you hard."

"No, that's okay, but you're beautiful, and am I really 
the first guy to undress you and do things with you?"

Now I think back about that night with Ralph, I wonder 
why I continued remaining a virgin? After high school, 
and a group of us were in the local hang out, when one 
of the guys asked if we heard about Ralph Wilson? I 
believe it was Joan Beckman, who said, "Yeah I did, and 
they say he had turned queer and is doing guys, how 
disgusting."

That was when I found out why Ralph never kissed my 
sex, and didn't want my mouth on his cock. Yet to this 
day, he was the best lover I ever had, from making 
gentle love with me.

The only time I really had a penetrating relationship 
with my uncle was on my sixteenth birthday. We had 
taken a trip to Chicago, and we had connecting-rooms at 
the hotel, for appearance sakes. That night I tasted 
alcohol for the first time, as my uncle bought a bottle 
of champagne at dinner in the Palmer House Hotel 
restaurant. I had two glasses of the white sparkling 
wine, and it went to my head and I became giddy, and 
laughed at nothing. The waiter knew I was celebrating 
my sixteenth birthday, and thought it was wonderful 
that my father brought me to Chicago to celebrate.

After we arrived in Chicago, and reached the hotel, I 
unpacked my clothes, and Uncle John told me, we're 
going shopping for me some clothes for school, and a 
dress to wear tonight at dinner. I cannot remember all 
I got that day, but it seems that my uncle must have 
spent a considerable amount of money.

By now the water in the tub was cool again, and I was 
started to winkle, so I got out of the tub and dried 
off. Walking to the bed I lay back and tried to 
remember all that had led up to my becoming wealthy 
after the death of my uncle. But I continued to 
remember the deal I had worked out with my uncle, and 
his being allowed to enjoy me in a sexual way. To my 
mind came a weird thought, why did he not want to ever 
have intercourse with me?

After dinner, we walked around Chicago, then returned 
to the hotel and to our rooms. My uncle had been so 
nice to me. The trip and clothing Uncle John purchased 
for me, and the alcoholic, made me in a frolicking 
mood. Standing on my tiptoes, I stood in front of my 
uncle and raised my lips for him to kiss. Uncle John 
stood about six-six, and I was like five-two at age 
sixteen, and I'm only five-four now.

Uncle John wrapped me in his large arms and when he 
kissed me, I wanted more that night I remember 
thinking. Never will I forget the feeling as I rubbed 
my lower body against my uncle's hard cock. That night 
I wanted to be a complete woman, and have sex all the 
way.

I stepped back from my uncle and turned away from him, 
and slowly started to undress. When I unsnapped my 
stockings and rolled them down my legs, I had my back 
toward my uncle. Stepping from my heels, and removing 
the stockings from my feet, I was only wearing my 
panties and bra. Soon I had them off and as I reached 
to place them on the dresser, they fell from my hand. I 
remember I was still standing with my back to my uncle, 
and evidently when I bent to remove my panties, he 
enjoyed the view of my hips. That, I'm certain, was the 
first time he ever saw me bent over, and nude, at least 
as a teenager.

While I was bent over, he walked up behind me and to my 
surprise he had undressed very quickly and his erection 
was pressed between the spread open hips that I was 
displaying, as I was bent over. Yes, I remember 
thinking, tonight he is going to fuck me and get my 
cherry.

For several minutes I felt like I was on fire, and I 
again wanted to have sex for the very first time in my 
life. I will never forget the heat that seemed to pass 
from between my legs and feel it entering my entire 
body. Uncle John moved me to the bed and told me to 
rest my hands on the bed and stay bent over. I will 
always remember feeling how wet I was between the lips 
of my pussy, and feeling Uncle John's cock rubbing me 
in the most intimate manner. Then I thought that I will 
now have sex. That didn't happen exactly as I wanted, I 
remember.

Uncle John moved the thick cock of his against my tiny 
butt hole. I felt him trying to push inside my rear 
hole, and it was beginning to hurt. Never can I forget 
as I asked him, "Uncle John, not there, I want you to 
fuck me, take my cherry tonight."

Then I recall the most painful feeling I had ever 
known, and the large head of Uncle John's thick cock 
was splitting my anus open. The pain and burning 
sensations were terrible I recall, and yet he being to 
move slowly deeper and deeper up my butt.

"STOP UNCLE JOHN, PLEASE NOT IN MY BUTT, DO MY PUSSY, I 
WANT YOU TO TAKE MY CHERRY PUSSY, GOD NO," I cried out 
as I remember he was finally buried all the way up my 
butt with his eight-inch long cock.

I never forget trying to escape the pain and 
derogation, I felt from being butt-fucked as Uncle John 
called what he was doing. It must have lasted at least 
fifteen minutes I remember. I felt my butt being torn 
open by my uncle's large cock. The only feeling I 
remember being good was when he pushed forward and his 
bag of balls would swing under me and strike my pussy.

When Uncle John went off, he shoved so hard that I fell 
onto the bed, and he landed on top of my back and it 
seemed he entered me another inch. His climax seemed to 
go on forever, and when he finally pulled from my butt, 
I heard the emission of wind passing quickly in a loud 
fart. I was so embarrassed, but Uncle John told me not 
to apologize as it was natural when a woman gets it up 
her butt. After resting for a while, Uncle John said we 
should shower, and wash off.

When I stood up, I could feel his wetness starting to 
run from my anus. Uncle John must have seen it as well 
as he told me, "Bend over Barbi, I want to watch my cum 
running out of your tiny ass."

Doing as he asked, he moved up behind me and I felt him 
again entering my sore and burning butt hole. "No, not 
again, Uncle John, it still hurts, if you want to do 
it, do it in my pussy." Instead he again moved me over 
to the bed and had me bend over on it, then asked me to 
get on the bed on my hand and knees. Now I was on the 
bed and my hips were at the edge of the bed, and he was 
standing behind me and again he probed deep and hard 
inside my butt. This time it felt better, and I told 
him something, but I can't remember what I said to him. 
He rode me harder than the first time, them he cried 
out, "I'm cumming in your ass Barbi, yeah I'm cumming 
in your asshole, I got your cherry ass girl!"

Finally we became what was assuredly a married couple 
as we slept together, but I cannot recall how things 
progressed until I turned eighteen. After I graduated 
magna cum-laude from high school, Uncle John surprised 
me with a big party, and my relatives and friends all 
showed up. Uncle John had hired a local band to play, 
and after about an hour, I seem to recall, he walked up 
to the band and taking the microphone, and made and 
announcement.

"Barbi, come up here for a minute, will you please" 
Uncle John asked?

I hugged him and he looked at me, and then announced, 
"Because my niece has just graduated as the top 
student, I have a gift for her." He paused for a 
moment, the stated, "Tickets to Paris and London!"

Never could I have believed that he would purchase such 
a trip for me, but he handed me my ticket to New York, 
and then to England. He only purchased one ticket, and 
I thought at the time, this will be the only time I 
have ever traveled alone. I remember crying and I told 
everyone that I wish my parents had been with me on 
this day, but Uncle John was more than an uncle, he was 
my family.

That night in bed, I asked him why he hadn't purchased 
a ticket for himself?

"This is something you did on your own, and sometimes 
people need to be with themselves, and I hope your 
experiences in Europe will stay with you always."

I lay on top of Uncle John, and pressed my pussy 
against his cock. I remember feeling it become erect as 
I pressed my thinly haired pussy against his large 
piece of potent manhood. "Uncle John, will you make me 
a woman tonight, I want you to be my first, even if you 
never take me again, just this once?"

"Barbi, I would love to make love to you, but it isn't 
possible."

"Uncle John, you have let me experience sex in any way 
possible, except actual intercourse, why not make me 
yours, just once?"

That night he made oral love to me until around three 
in the morning, and when he was done and couldn't do me 
anymore, I still desired his tongue licking my pussy, 
and deep as he had all that time between my thighs.

One night when I was around twenty-one, I had a date 
with Jack Thompson, whose father owned a large farm 
about six miles from ours. We had ridden around for 
about an hour, picked up a couple of six packs, and 
finally ended up at the farm pond on the far side of 
his farm. The pond was surrounded by trees, and Jack 
and his father had built a small over hand picnic 
shelter, and set up four picnic tables inside the 
shelter, and four more under the trees by the water's 
edge. We sat drinking the beer and for some reason I 
felt close to Jack that night.

Memories sometimes become distorted, and this may be 
the case with Jack and what occurred that night. I had 
lain on one of the tables, in the shelter, and Jack was 
seated on the bench. With no preliminary sexual 
advances, Jack simply unfastened my blouse and exposed 
my bra to his view. When he asked me to raise up so he 
could unsnap my bra in the back, I moved up enough so 
he could accomplish his desired task.

When he pulled the sleeves of my blouse down my arms 
and let it lay under me I didn't protest or make a 
sound. Then he removed my bra and my 34 B breasts were 
on display. Jack's lips moved and captured my left 
nipple, and after a short time moved and took the right 
one in his mouth.

While his lips, tongue and mouth was occupied with my 
breast, his left hand moved down and unsnapped my 
ballerina skirt. Still I said nothing, and when I felt 
him removing my panties, I raised my hips as if it was 
Uncle John undressing me. Some modesty became evident 
and I moved my right arm over my breast, and my left 
hand reached down and covered my pussy.

I remember the feeling as only the second male ever to 
suck my breast, and Jack begins trailing his tongue 
down over my stomach and headed for the heated cavern 
between my thighs.

"Jack, stop for a minute, lets go swimming, please?"

"God Barbi, you're beautiful, and I want to kiss you 
between those beautiful thighs and your maiden hair is 
so fine, it is like silk." When he said that about my 
hair, I thought, that is how Uncle John described my 
pubic hair. One time I remembered that Uncle John had 
searched each hair on my moms until he found the 
longest one. Taking it between his thumb and finger, he 
gently pulled it, until it pulled from the follicle it 
grew in. He told me at the time, "Barbi, I'm going to 
carry that in my billfold with you photo."

I rose from the picnic table and ran to the lake and 
jumped into the cool water of the humid summer night. 
In my memory I turned and looked back at Jack as he sat 
on the table bench, studying me from the distance. 
Still I wonder what allowed me such freedom with Jack 
that night? Walking back to the table, I felt some 
strange emotional perception that I was about to 
explore a new level of sex, someone other than Uncle 
John would give me manual-genital stimulation, unlike 
any I had previously received.

My walk became slow and my heart palpitated as if it 
was a pounding drum beat calling me deeper into the 
dark jungle. When I reached the table I moved up on it 
and lay back on the spread clothes exactly as they were 
when Jack removed them from my body.

"Jack, I cannot go all the way with you, but you may 
enjoy me in any other manner you desire, is that 
something you can accept?" Without saying a word he 
pulled me so I was laying across the narrow expanse of 
the table top, and not lengthwise. I watched as another 
man was about to take my sex in his mouth, and 
evidently, brush my clit and into my cunt with his 
tongue. At the first contact of Jack's mouth on my 
sparsely hair-covered moms, I felt him rake across the 
prepuce guarding my clitoris. My hips jerked upward and 
I moaned out, "Jack, you're the first boy to ever do 
this to me."

I hadn't lied when I told him he was the first boy, 
because I remember thinking at the time, only a man had 
done this before, not a boy. "Ah, it feels so, oh JACK 
- YES, EASY LIKE THAT." My legs moved up and I could 
feel a climax starting almost immediately. "There, oh 
god Jack, you're building me and something is 
happening," then I repeated my urinating as I had with 
Uncle John once before when I was younger.

"My god Barbi, your pissing, like, you're pissing like 
crazy," Jack almost shouted, but moved his mouth back 
to capture my entire sex in his mouth. I could feel my 
urine pouring from me, and after a brief moment of 
capturing it in his mouth, Jack could not swallow it 
fast enough and found it necessary to spit it out, only 
to let his mouth become full, again and again.

My entire body begins shaking and the sounds from my 
mouth were tribal sounds with no real meaning. Still my 
pee poured from my body, and my fingers were now 
entangled in Jack's hair and I was pulling his face 
tighter to my pussy. How long I lay on the table 
urinating I cannot recall at this date, but it was at 
least two minutes I believed. From what I felt and 
experienced previously with Uncle John I was also going 
off, and my hips started moving up and down on the 
table. When my hips struck the table, they hit 
extremely hard and by the time I returned home, they 
had bruise marks on them.

Finally my body quivered and seemed to float down into 
a mass of lost nerves, that all seemed to short-circuit 
at the same time. As I settled down, and my breathing 
started to return, Jack informed me, "I've never had a 
girl do that before, Barbi, and I love you for doing 
it." Then his ego came into play and I remember his 
asking, "Was I really your first to eat you?"

His question turned me off, and I thought, why is he 
asking me if he was the first, after I told him 
previously that he was the first boy to ever eat me 
out. Jack stood up and I did not realize he had taken 
his cock out of his shorts, and he moved between my 
legs and lodged his cock at the edge of my sex. I 
became scarred and screamed out, "NO - STOP - NO TAKE 
IT AWAY FROM ME." When he didn't step back, I kicked at 
him with both feet, one which struck him in the face 
and the other in his stomach. Jumping up from the 
table, I grabbed my clothes and being to dress while he 
was attempting to get his breath back.

After I was dressed, I told Jack, "Take me home, you 
ruined something very beautiful, so just take me home."

"Fuck you, bitch, walk home!" With that Jack got in his 
car and drove off, leaving me with no way home but to 
walk. I knew that I could cut across the fields and 
save myself about five miles by not using the roads.

Jack had felt guilty, or so he claimed, and returned to 
give me a ride. When he didn't find me, he became 
scarred and thought someone had kidnapped me. After 
driving up and down the roads, he went to my house and 
woke my uncle. They both drove around hunting for me 
and when they couldn't find me, went back to my uncle's 
place. Uncle John called the sheriff, and finally Jack 
admitted he tried to attack me. Before the sheriff 
could stop him, Uncle John's large right fist struck 
Jack in the face, and his left into his stomach. Jack 
tumbled to the ground, and when he was able to stand, 
the Sheriff Bowen told Jack, he'd best leave, and if 
anything had happened to me, his ass would be in big 
trouble. Another thing, Boy, Uncle John told Jack, "I 
better not hear any rumors about his niece and you, 
Jack Thompson."

By day light I was walking in the field behind the 
barn, and a deputy sheriff spotted me and sounded his 
siren, then ran to where I was walking. By the time my 
uncle had returned to the farm, I had gone inside the 
house and started a hot bath. Uncle John came into the 
bathroom and hugged me and asked if I was ok? Then he 
asked me, "Did Jack Thompson, hurt me in any way?"

I told my uncle and the sheriff that I was fine, but I 
admitted I had walked home rather than submit to Jack's 
advances. Within some week's time, the incident was 
more or less forgotten, except for Jack Thompson, who 
the Sheriff Pat Bowen, took to the local Marine 
recruiter, and watched as he was sworn in, then drove 
him to the bus station and sent him to several weeks of 
hell.

After everyone had left the farm, Uncle John said it 
was time I took the bath I had started before he 
returned home. In the tub, I sat in water as hot as it 
could be, and not burn the meat from my bones. While I 
sat in the tub, Uncle John washed me and asked me what 
all had happened, that is if I wished to speak about 
the incident.

I told my uncle the whole story from what I can 
recollect, and remember my uncle laughing about my 
peeing all over Jack's face.

About ten weeks later, I was in the barn, feeding some 
young calves that we had decided to fatten for our use, 
and my uncle's usual Christmas gifts of beef to his 
relatives, and some of my mother's siblings. Something 
caught my attention, and as I turned a large hand came 
down over my mouth, preventing me from screaming. 
Looking up as I was wrestled to the ground, I saw it 
was Jack Thompson. He quickly tied me up and pushed a 
gag in my mouth, and then begin to tear my clothes off 
me, until I was completely nude.

Jack undressed, and tied me up, then begin ripping my 
clothes from me, told me about how I had lead him on, 
and he'd gone AWOL, to come here and pop my cherry. My 
screams were only muffled sounds behind the gag, but 
when I saw Jack take his cock into his hand and aim it 
at my pussy, I knew he intended to take my virginity. 
Then I felt his cock touch against my pussy. I knew 
fear of the worst type, the fear as a woman about to be 
raped!

I shut my eyes and felt the tip of Jack's cock part the 
lips of my pussy, as I squeezed my eyes shut tight, as 
I could not stand to see his face as he drove up into 
me.

Then I felt Jack's weight lift from me, and opening my 
eyes, I saw my uncle had pulled Jack from me, and was 
literally throwing him across the barn floor to land 
against a support post. My uncle, I remember seeing the 
anger in his eyes, moved quickly and picked Jack up and 
hit him in the face four times, just 1-2-3-4, so fast 
it was hard to believe my uncle could move his fist 
like he did. Again I watched as my uncle picked Jack up 
and slammed him onto the barn floor, then drive his 
booted foot into his stomach. Jack had fluid spit from 
his mouth as my uncle's foot struck him in his gut the 
second time.

My uncle looked over at me and said, "Barbie honey, you 
pick up what is left of your things and get in the 
house and take a hot bath." Then Uncle John added, 
"You've not seen this piece of shit today, understand?"

As I sat in the tub, I heard the tractor start and as I 
looked out the window, saw my uncle pulling the feed 
wagon back to the far side of the farm, where the old 
mine shaft was located. A few days later, the Sheriff 
Bowen stopped by and told my uncle that he should be on 
the lookout for Jack, as he had gone AWOL, and had 
bragged to some of his buddies that he was going home 
to get a cherry that got him in the fucking Marines. No 
one in our town ever saw Jack again and every once in a 
while I would hear rumors that he was seen around town.

Then my mind came to the day my uncle died, and my 
world changed completely. Now I'm laying on a bed in a 
motel, and heading for parts' unknown, looking for 
something that will replace the void in my life by the 
loss of my dear Uncle John. Why, why did he refuse to 
take me completely when we played as husband and wife?

Guess I need to get dressed and find the restaurant the 
lady in the motel office told me about. Dressing in the 
red skirt and plaid blouse I had hung up when I entered 
the motel, I slipped on my band and white saddle oxford 
shoes.

Approaching the restaurant, I found it was located in a 
small farm village, and the street was packed with cars 
and pickup trucks all around the building I was heading 
for. Walking into the small restaurant, I saw it was a 
haven for farmers who had finished their hard days' 
work. The dark sky Barbi had noticed when she stopped 
at the motel, had dumped a heavy rain over the farmland 
while she bathed and relaxed. Now it was Friday evening 
and they were unable to work in the fields from the 
rain, and they'd taken the wife and kids out to eat.

Walking across the floor of the restaurant, Barbi could 
feel the eyes of each person in the restaurant watching 
her as she moved to the counter and took the only seat 
available, on the center stool. How many times had she 
done this with Uncle John, she wondered? As she sat 
down, the waitress placed a glass of water and a cup of 
black coffee in front of her without even asking if she 
wanted coffee. "Need cream, Honey," The thirty-
something dark-haired waitress asked, and smiled at 
Barbi?

"Just ignore these two old codgers that you're setting 
between, they are both widowers, and hit on all us - 
"young girls around here," The waitress laughing told 
Barbi.

"Yeah, I know their kind, I lived on a farm with my 
Uncle John from the time I was eight, and he was always 
after some young skirt," Barbi laughed at her own 
comment. Then she thought, what would they think if 
they knew she was the young skirt and had more or less 
been caught?

The comment was all it took for Barbi to become part of 
the crowd in the restaurant, and Bill seated on her 
left, who was around sixty, and Andy on her right, who 
was likely no more than fifty she reasoned. They 
immediately started talking to her about where she was 
from and why she was traveling alone. Barbi knew that 
they were asking her a few questions just to see if she 
really had lived on a farm. They both raised Black 
Angus cattle, as Uncle John had done, and Bill and Andy 
were surprised to hear that she and her uncle raised 
almost two-hundred head of cattle.

Over a meal of beef and noodles, on top of mashed 
potatoes, and home made dinner rolls, Barbi thought she 
was back home in Pennsylvania. She and Uncle John would 
almost always eat dinner on Friday or Saturday evening 
as she had all those years living on the farm. Andy 
told her he would buy her a piece of Martha's home made 
sugar cream pie for dessert.

Bill looked at Barbi and asked, "What is your name 
girl" Then added, "I can't let that dummy next to you 
try to sweeten you up, so I'll buy your supper."

"I'm Barbi, Barbi Sampson, and you really don't need to 
spend your money on me, but it is sweet of you to be so 
kind."

For over an hour, the three of them laughed and spoke 
of farming, and Bill wanted to talk about Ike. The 
waitress, Doris, reached out and lightly tapped Bill on 
the top of his head and told him, "Now don't talk about 
Ike, she may be a democrat, not like you, an old-time 
republican, after all you usually only speak about 
sex." That brought chuckles and laughs from all of 
those around us who heard Doris' comment.

Not to be out done, and it was obvious from listening 
to Bill for the past hour, he was likely college 
educated or read a lot. Bill smiled as he looked at 
Doris and told her, "Little Girl, you didn't have 
trouble when you were speaking about Ike in the hay-mow 
last week, or were you saying, yikes, yikes?" Doris' 
face turned red, and she told Bill he was terrible. I 
watched and listened to this jovial exchange between 
Bill and Doris and wondered if there wasn't a tryst in 
the hay now between them? In a joking way, I smiled at 
Doris and asked, "Doris, is the old man even able to 
climb into the hay mow?" The dinners hearing us, 
laughed hard at my question and I was surprised to hear 
Doris say, "He is every bit a wild bull in these here 
parts."

While having my third cup of coffee, I told Bill, Andy 
and Doris about my Uncle John and how he raised me, and 
that he died as the two of us were making hay. They 
were genuinely sorry that I had lost my uncle, and 
especially as I related about losing my parents and 
Uncle John's wife, and my Aunt Mabel.

Andy told me there would be a dance tonight at the 
American Legion Post, and it was just down the street a 
little way, and I should come and enjoy the community's 
hospital. After talking about it for a while, I told 
them I would see them all at the dance. Then I drove 
through the town and loved thinking I would find places 
like this all the way across the United States as I 
drove on Route 40. After driving out in the country a 
short way, Barbi turned around and headed back to the 
motel. As she walked into her room, the lady from the 
office stopped her and asked how she liked the food and 
"our" little town?

"I love it here, in fact I was just thinking as I drove 
back here, that maybe I will stay a few days more." 
Then she told about Bill and Andy, and especially Doris 
the waitress, and she had been really welcomed by the 
crowd in the restaurant. "In fact, Andy invited me to 
the dance at the American Legion tonight, but Bill said 
he got the first dance with me."

"It is a nice place to socialize, and those two will 
keep you dancing." Then she told Barbi that Bill's 
wife, Carrie, had died of cancer about three years ago. 
Poor, Andy, his wife Denise was killed in a car crash 
at least ten years ago, and he's never dated since she 
stated. You know that Andy has the largest farm around 
these parts, he has nearly eight hundred acres of black 
land and he has three families helping him arm it all 
she noted. "Heck, more than one young girl has set her 
sites on that man, but he just laughs them off."

"Come on the office, as my living quarters are off the 
office, and I get you a cup of coffee." "I'm Claire, 
and I need someone to talk to, as I'm here five days a 
week, twenty-four hours a day, so how about keeping me 
company for a while," The clerk said.

After speaking about eating dinner, and how much fun 
she had, Barbi told Claire that she had decided to go 
to the dance, and enjoy herself. Telling a strange 
person about her Uncle John passing away, had a 
soothing impact on Barbi, and she had felt that at the 
restaurant with Bill and Andy. "Claire, I found that I 
really liked speaking with Doris, and she seemed to be 
on good terms with everyone in the restaurant." Then 
she asked Claire, "Does Doris own the restaurant or 
just work there?"

"Yeah, she owns it and has for about five years I 
guess." Thinking for a moment, Claire added, "She 
started working there when she was in high school, and 
the owners. Led and Martha Cummings, wanted to retire 
to Arizona, so they sold it to her, and I guess she 
pays them each month for whatever she had worked out 
with them."

Barbi told Claire about her teasing Bill in trying to 
get all the young girls in the area into his hay mow. 
When she told her that Bill said Doris hadn't 
complained about his having her in the hay mow, Claire 
chuckled. "Hell, everyone knows she drops her pants for 
Bill, and most likely the old codger has had Doris in 
the hay, in fact he has likely had her in every room in 
the barn and house." After finishing her comment, 
Claire laughed until she was about to cry. "Barbi, that 
old man used to be my boyfriend when we were in the 
tenth grade, he was a horny guy then, and still is." 
"In fact," Claire added, "They say he screwed his wife 
to death."

After spending a wonderful hour with Claire, Barbi 
returned to her room and lay back on the bed and took a 
nap. Awaking to the sound of the alarm clock, she saw 
it was nearly eight o'clock. Getting up, Barbi looked 
through her suit case and found a light-blue sun dress, 
and decided to wear it with her new black patent 
leather shoes. Uncle John had bought her the dress a 
few weeks before he died, and she had only worn it the 
night he brought it home when they went out to eat. Now 
she would wear it to honor his memory, knowing she 
would be attractive in the dress.

When she pulled up at the American Legion hall, she 
found the parking lot was full, and she had to park on 
the side of the building. Several high school age boys 
were standing around, and as she got out of her 
convertible, they asked if she would take them a ride? 
" Sure fellows, if my date for tonight says its OK." 
About that time, Andy pulled up and parked next to her. 
Winking at Andy, she told the boys, "Sorry guys, but my 
boyfriend just showed up," And as she said that moved 
over to Andy and linked her arm in his.

"You fellows leave this girl and her car alone, and 
don't bug her as she might become my wife."

"You're quick on the comeback, Mr. Andy, and who knows, 
I might take you up on your marriage proposal, you 
dirty old man, not as dirty as Bill, but you two are my 
kind of men," And Barbi laughed very hard at her own 
comment.

Walking through the door into the Legion hall, the 
crowd was lively and the place seemed full and the 
place to be for a Friday night. "The crowd looks large 
for such a small community, and on a Friday night, 
Andy."

"It would seem like most folk are here tonight, but you 
wait until tomorrow night and you will really see a 
crowd." Then Andy explained, "Especially with the rain 
and we can't work the crops tomorrow, so Saturday is 
always busy, but after it rains, all us old vets show 
up"

"Do you mind if we grab a stool at the bar, at least 
until a table opens up?"

"Go for it, and I enjoy setting at the bar, as I got 
old enough to drink, Uncle John and I almost always sat 
at the bar."

Smiling at her, Andy said, "Besides, I enjoy escorting 
you across the floor, as it looks like have the best 
looking gal in the hall, and a young one at that!"

"You are bad, aren't you?"

Andy chuckled, and told Barbi, "Not as badly as I would 
like to be, and besides, I want that damn Bill to see 
you with me, and he will think you're my date."

"Andy, do you mean I stayed over and got all dressed up 
and you aren't my date?" Hooking her arm in Andy's, 
Barbi looked at him with a teasing and mischievous 
smile, and asked, "Just what do I have to do for a date 
with you, Mr. A.?"

"Young Lady, don't tempt me, or I might just walk you 
out of here right now, and kidnap you."

"Mr. A. that could work both ways, you fascinate me, 
you know that don't you?"

"Yeah, but if it's the same with you, OK, hop up here 
before some steals the seats out from under us."

Ordering them each a blended whiskey and seven, Barbi 
and Andy were enjoying each other's company. Barbi 
watched Bill walking toward the bar, but he hadn't 
spotted his best friend and she seated at the bar. 
Thinking she would tease Bill, and make Andy happy in 
the process, she moved her hand over and rested it on 
his arm. Then she moved her leg so her right foot was 
resting on Andy's bar stool, and her leg was pressed 
against his.

Bill was at least five feet from them before he spotted 
Andy and her, and she noticed he hesitated slightly, 
then saw her hand on Andy's arm, and he looked down and 
noticed her leg was touching his friend's leg. Still 
pretending to not notice Bill, Barbi moved her hand up 
and lightly stroked his check and asked if he would 
like to dance.

"Sure, who wouldn't want to dance with you, in fact I 
most likely won't get another dance as the guys will be 
all over you for a dance."

"Mr. A., I will tell them my dance card is full with 
your name on it."

As Andy stepped down from the stool, and offered his 
hand to assist her, he saw his friend Bill for the 
first time. "Hi Bill, just getting here?"

"Just got in, had to move some of my younger calves 
into another field, what with the rain this afternoon, 
and how did you get a date with my girl?"

"Guess I didn't move any calves, so I got to her, 
first, but actually Bill, she drove all this way from 
Pennsylvania just to dance with me."

After dancing to two difference songs, they returned to 
their stools, and Andy told her that she should dance 
with a few of the guys when they asked. Andy explained 
that if she looked around, she would find couples 
dancing with others' wives and husbands. Nothing 
improper ever happens during our dances, and if a 
fellow gets out of line, we take him outside and tell 
him to go home and not return to the hall until he 
learns to behave himself.

For the next three hours, Barbi found she was welcome 
to the community as if she had lived here all her life. 
Andy looked at her and said he had enough to drink and 
wondered if she would like to go get a bite to eat. 
Realizing how long it had been since she'd eaten, she 
told him, "That would be wonderful." Andy told her to 
drive her car to the motel, and they would go eat in 
his.

As they ate, Barbi saw a lot of couples from the Legion 
hall were now starting to come into the restaurant. 
Andy smiled at her and she felt some deep and intense 
emotions travel completely through her body. The 
feeling was like the one she had when she had begged 
her Uncle John to make love to her, yet he would only 
work the head of his cock in her until he climaxed and 
she received the first male cum in her pussy.

By midnight, they had finished eating and more than one 
last cup of coffee, Barbi looked at Andy and smiled. 
"Mr. A., I hate for this evening to end, it has been a 
while since I have been so relaxed."

"Me to, but what can I say, I'm old enough to be your 
father, you understand, right?"

"Yes, and Andy, I need to tell you something, you 
remind me a lot of my Uncle John."

"That sounds like one hell of a compliment, so thanks."

"Mr. A., you likely won't believe me, but I'm a twenty-
three-year-old virgin, and someday I just might tell 
you why, but not now, tonight or tomorrow morning, 
understand what I'm telling you?"

"Yes, but are - - -?"

"Say nothing yet, just drive me to your farm, if that 
is what you would like, and if not, there are no hard 
feelings."

Pulling into the motel lot, and parking in front of her 
room, she did see Claire watching as she got out of her 
car and into Andy's. Well, thought Claire, that young 
girl is going to get one big surprise before morning.

Riding with Andy to his farm, she was surprised when he 
turned into a drive that was nearly a quarter mile 
long. The lane curled a few times, and even passed 
alongside a farm pond in front of the old style German 
two-story brick farm house, with elaborated wood trim.

Stepping from Andy's car, Barbi felt a moment of panic 
as she considered what was about to happen between her 
and a man she had only known a few hours. Then she was 
aware of Andy speaking to her, and she heard him tell 
her, "You can change your mind, and I wouldn't blame 
you or be upset with you, Barbi."

"Andy, don't say anything else, at lest until we have 
finished what we both are wanting, or especially what 
I'm wanting."

Enter the large old home, Barbi could not believe how 
neatly and clean the house looked, she followed Andy's 
direction, and went in front of him to a very large 
bedroom. A massive dark finished bed was against one 
wall, and French doors opened onto a balcony on the 
wall at the foot of the bed.

"Andy, undress me, will you, please?"

Moving behind the young woman, Andy unfastened the hook 
and eye clasp at the neck line of the dress. Then his 
fingers slowly pulled the zipper down from her neck to 
the bottom of her back. Andy watched as the smooth and 
perfect skin on her back came into view, barred only by 
the white strap of her bra across her back. Moving his 
fingers up, he unclasped her bra and let the sides far 
away. Then Andy moved his hands up, and taking the back 
sides of her dress in his hands eased them off her 
shoulders and down her arms.

Standing with her back to Andy, Barbi let the top of 
the dress fall to her waist, and shivered as the cool 
summer night air touched her heated skin. Barbi felt 
Andy's hands stroking across the skin of her back, then 
down to push her dress over her hips, and let it fall 
onto the floor. She stepped from her dress, bent over 
and picked it up and as she did her bra fell away from 
her breast. Barbi placed her bra and dress on a chair, 
then turned to give Andy a view of her nearly nude 
body.

No words were spoken as Andy looked at the lovely young 
person standing in front of him. He moved slowly, and 
his hands reached out and begin to pull the light blue 
panties down over the hips of the woman. He was 
surprised to see that the blonde hair covering her 
mons, went from one side of her lower stomach to the 
other, but the growth was so thin, he could view the 
skin underneath. He dropped to his knees, and his lips 
moved forward and kissed the silky thin hair adorning 
the fatty mound.

Rising to his feet, Andy begins to undress. When Barbi 
saw the bark growth of hair, with the tinges of silver, 
she thought the chest belonged to Uncle John. Watching 
as he kicked off his loafers, then pulled his socks 
off, Barbi knew that she was about to be treated to the 
view of his nude body. She had seen her uncle undress 
in this same way many times during their fifteen-year 
relationship. Now another man was about to be revealed 
in his natural state, and her nerves started to make 
her quiver at the prospect of seeing this strange and 
wonderful man, nude.

Andy pulled his slacks off, lay then on a chair seat 
where she had draped her dress across the chair back, 
and then he pulled his shorts down over his body. She 
had watched as the evidence of his excitement was 
pushing out the front of his BVD's. Now her eyes saw 
the massive manhood that protruded from his groin.

God, she thought, upon observing the cock that stuck 
out in front of the large man, and saw it curled 
slightly to the left. It was huge, like perhaps an inch 
or longer than Uncle Johns, and she knew it was 
thicker. A moment of fear passed through her as she 
wondered if she could take this large piece of manhood 
into her virgin body.

A quick memory of how full she felt when Uncle John had 
pushed only the head of his cock, into her that one 
time, and it seemed to have taken him forever for to 
get his cock up in her. Barbi remembered that she felt 
as if her pussy would be torn at the top and bottom as 
her uncle worked his massive cock head into her pussy.

Now Barbi realized that the imposing and without doubt, 
monolithic cock of gigantic proportions, would soon 
drive its bulky head through her virginity. My god, can 
I take that thing inside me?"

Watching the girl's face, Andy saw the same reaction 
that his wife Denise showed when they undressed on the 
night they got married. Now another woman was looking 
with trepidation in her eyes as she saw his large 
penis. Andy, for the past ten years, could remember how 
warm and tight, her pussy felt, the first time he 
entered his departed Denise, when they shared each 
other in the hotel room in Indianapolis, when he 
masturbated. There had been no other woman to take him 
during the ten years since the accident that took 
Denise's life, as he had never felt the desire to share 
with another woman. Now he was seeing a virgin, or the 
young woman in front of him told him she was still a 
virgin.

Something happened for both Barbi and Andy, and they 
would later discuss it, but they moved to each other 
and their arms reached out and wrapped around the 
other's body.

A strange thought went through Barbi's mind as she felt 
herself being held by the man, "I feel like I'm 
standing here with Uncle John, and he is about to take 
my virginity.

Andy, felt as if he was holding his deceased bride, 
Denise, on their wedding night, and was about to 
capture her virginity.

Neither knew the other was considering the prior 
relationships with their previous love partner.

Andy picked Barbi up and carried her to the bed, he lay 
her back, then he lay beside her. Their arms and legs 
were entangled in each others, as their lips moved 
together in a hesitant manner. Both wanted the other, 
but it seemed they were like shy teenagers, not certain 
as to what they should do next. Finally Barbi felt the 
urge to move her tongue into Andy's mouth. Just as she 
was about to do so, Andy's tongue moved to caress her 
lips, then to push them open. They each reached their 
hands out and sought the other's sex.

Barbi could not believe how large Andy's cock was, and 
she knew it would hurt when he first entered her, but 
she would take him no matter what. This was her night 
that Uncle John had never given her that she had wanted 
so badly.

For Andy, he sought out the firm breast of the woman he 
was holding and being held by. They seemed to burn his 
hands as he grasped them, and could feel her body heat 
move from her and into her sensitive nipples as he 
squeezed them gently between his thumb and forefinger. 
Then his right hand moved down and sought out the 
virgin cleft, guarded with just hints of fine hair on 
each side. Even with his limited sexual experience, 
Andy realized that the small amount of hair on Barbi's 
pussy was unique.

"Take me."

Andy heard the two words, and after ten years was more 
than ready, and moved the woman he had found so 
unexpectedly, onto her back. Moving between her smooth 
and polished legs, he placed his cock head at the 
entrance of her pussy. Using his hand, he rubbed the 
head up and down between the now becoming tiny wet 
lips. Finally he pushed forward until he could feel the 
head of his cock slightly entering the opening between 
Barbi's legs. Then he pushed very gently into the 
opening he wanted to be buried inside.

The massive cock head slipped through the outer and 
then inner, lips guarding the total entrance of the 
tunnel of the woman's sex.

"Andy, oh Andy, that is so, so - - - it is so good, but 
be gentle, you're so big, oh god yes," Barbie cried out 
as the complete head of his cock slipped past the lips 
and she knew he was about to be against her hymen. At 
last, Barbi thought, I will become a woman, god Uncle 
John, why did you make me wait for you to take me? Then 
she found out what her uncle had told her about some 
man would show her what he wouldn't.

Andy wanted her deep and he did not want to wait any 
longer. Ten years of pent up frustration over the loss 
of a woman in his bed was about to be over. He pulled 
back then with a steady forward shove, he pushed 
against and through the thin skin that separates a 
woman from a virgin to became a total female.

"EASY - GOD ANDY, OH MY GOD, IT HURTS SO MUCH, BUT 
DON'T STOP -AWGH, SWEET - SWEETHEART, YOU JUST TOOK ME, 
GOD IT HURTS AND BURNS." Barbi cried out as the large 
manhood tore away her shield of love that had guarded 
her cervix, which now seemed to be so full she would 
cry.

Andy heard the woman under him, and he commenced 
pulling back out of her clinging sex, and then to drive 
back up into the hot and wet inner core of her body. 
Within a few minutes the feeling of the tightly 
gripping pussy around his cock brought him to the brink 
of ejaculating. "Barbi, I'm about to go off, do you 
want my cum in you or do you want me to pull out?"

"NO, OH NO, don't pull out, I want my first time to be 
complete, give me your cum, oh yeah Andy, I'm going to 
cum with you, yes, Andy, give me your cummmm, AWGH 
yesss."

They lay together, able to neither speak nor move 
apart. The feeling of belonging as one and having been 
locked in passion for just a few minutes, made them 
feel it had been forever.

Barbi finally asked Andy to move, as he was so heavy 
she was being smothered to death, and in a nervous 
laugh told Andy, "You, big ox, get off me."

"You didn't complain about me being an ox a few moments 
ago, what changed," Andy asked in a mocking voice?

"Oh Andy, hold me in your arms and hold me close."

He pulled her into his arms, and Barbi felt safe. Then 
she begins to cry. Her tears were of joy, yet she felt 
a void as she knew her status as a woman was changed 
forever. Why she wondered, did a woman only have the 
one time to give or keep her virginity, which made the 
decision seem unfair to her that only once could she 
decide?

For a while they rested, then they were again in each 
others arms and giving to the other all the give and 
take of sex a body can allow.

Barbi curled up against Andy, kissed his cheek, then 
his lips, and told him, "You were my first and your bed 
will be a mess from it, I can feel it running from me 
with our juices."

"Don't worry, Jessie who cleans for me will have a 
blast seeing what has happened in my bed."

"Andy, no way, you can't let her see."

"Sure, it will give the women in the area something new 
to talk about, and my self-esteem will be increased a 
1,000 percent," he busted out laughing at his own 
comment.

They went to sleep and didn't wake until nearly nine 
o'clock in the morning. Andy was hard, and he thought 
harder than he had ever been. His lips sought the tiny 
pink nipples on his bed mate's breast and he loved 
watching her eyes open as he nursed at her hardening 
buds. "Good morning," he said as he moved up to kiss 
her lips.

Barbi wasn't wanting sex this morning as she could feel 
where the first even cock, and a huge one, had pushed 
and likely bruised her pussy inside. Yet she could not 
deny the sweet man who had made her a woman, as he 
rolled onto her small body and wedge her legs apart. 
Within a few minutes she was being driven into a sexual 
frenzy by the giant of a cock as it poked and explored 
inside her, again, bleeding sex. She didn't climax, but 
Barbi felt like a loved woman as the man on top of her 
finished and left his cum deep inside her pussy.

As they dressed, Barbi told Andy she would like to join 
him for breakfast, but she needed to stop at the motel, 
shower, and change into other clothes, or the farmers 
would know that Mr. A. got lucky last night.

Andy looked at Barbi, and joking asked her, "Did you 
get enough, and take a look at what you did to my bed." 
Then he added, "Seeing your blood on my bed makes me a 
very proud and happy man, even more than I can ever 
tell you, Barbie."

"It's a mess, do you want me to wash the sheets for 
you?"

"No."

Back at the motel, Barbi stood in the shower and 
thought of all that had happened to her in less than 
twenty-four hours. As she was drying off, someone 
knocked on her door, and she asked, "Who is it?"

"Claire, just wanted to stop and say goodbye, as I have 
my weekend help here, and I'm going to be going up town 
in a few minutes."

Opening the door, Barbi told Claire to come on in and 
they could talk while she dressed. Without any thought 
of being nude in front of the older woman, Barbie 
removed the towel and finished drying off. Then she 
selected her clothes for the day and dressed as if she 
was alone, while they spoke.

"I'm going to stay for a few more days, if that is all 
right," Barbie stated.

"No problem, did you have a good time at the Legion 
last night?"

"Yes, and I decided I want to attend this evening, 
also."

"So, you had a great time last night," Claire asked, 
smiling as she saw the expression of being found out 
crossed the young woman's face? Thinking to herself, 
yes Barbi has the look that says she was soundly made 
love to, and still is feeling the results of her and 
Andy's love making. A look of concern appeared on 
Barbi's face. Claire reached out and took her hand in 
her own and told Barbi, "Your secret is safe with me, 
honey." Then added as an after thought, "As the only 
motel in town, you would be surprise who checks in this 
place, and I never let on or bat an eye."

"Thanks Clair, your sweet and I will tell you something 
that only one other person knows, and that is Andy, but 
last night was my first time." Bending down to put her 
loafers on, Barbi told Clair, "When I went to the 
Legion last evening there was no way I had planned on 
sleeping with anyone, but Claire, something sparked 
between us, and maybe I will tell you what that spark 
was someday soon."

"Honey, you're a very lovely young woman, and if that 
happened for you last night and it was good, then who 
has the right to question it occurring?"

"Thanks Claire, and I'm meeting Andy for breakfast, but 
it is to appear as if I just showed up at the 
restaurant, unexpectedly." Looking at Claire, she 
asked, "Join me and Andy for breakfast, please, as I 
would enjoy your company."

"I don't want to interrupt anything between the two of 
you."

"No, you won't, as I don't want to create any problems 
here in town or the farming community, and I have a 
plan I will speak to you about on the way to the 
restaurant.

Getting into her car, Barbi put the top down, then 
snapped the cover in place, before driving to the 
restaurant. "Claire, I came into considerable money 
when my uncle passed away, and I'm thinking I may buy 
the restaurant, if Doris wants to sell."

"Now that is a nice bit of news," Claire replied.

"Doris told me yesterday that she wants to move to 
Arizona, and I've been thinking I'll make her an offer, 
after calling my attorney back home," Glancing at 
Claire, she saw the woman was looking at her as if she 
was her mother. "I need you to keep this to yourself 
for the time being but you can be the first to spread 
the news when it happens."

The two women walked into Martha's Restaurant, and 
Claire knew the shorts and top Barbi was wearing had 
every man in the place looking at the sweet looking 
young woman. Even the younger women, who with their 
husbands, checked out the young woman, and they had no 
fear of her, but they also noted how pretty she was.

Claire spotted Andy at a table in the center of the 
restaurant, and she walked up and asked, " Care for the 
company of two lonesome women on the prowl?"

"Sure, why not, with my ugly mug I never get asked to 
dance or out for dinner."

Claire and Barbi sat down and a young girl brought more 
than two cups of coffee and water and placed then in 
front of Barbi and Claire. Smiling and chewing her 
bubble gum, she asked, "Would you care to order or do 
you want a menu?"

Claire looked at the young seventeen-year-old girl, 
then said to her, "Yes, I do want to order, and I order 
you to get bubble gum out of your mouth so I can 
understand what you're saying, and you walk over and 
tell Doris exactly that is what I'm ordering, so go 
Jean May."

"Wow, boy, I sure hope she doesn't spill my coffee when 
she brings me a refill," Andy smiled and then continued 
with his comment, "You know, kids today don't think a 
thing about chewing gum, and I guess even in school 
from what Principal Davis says at our lodge meetings."

About that time Doris walked over and had Jean May with 
her. "Sorry Doris, but today has been really busy, and 
that is no excuse, and I have told this young girl if 
she needs to chew gum in my restaurant she need not 
come to work." Then she directed her next comment to 
Barbi, "Glad to hear you might be staying for a few 
days, and guess you enjoyed the dance last night, I'll 
get the three of you, your breakfast."

"Thanks Doris, but that isn't necessary," Barbi told 
the sweet owner of the restaurant. As Doris turned to 
walk away, she looked at Jean May and told her, "You 
give these folks your best service, and I might not 
call your daddy, telling him about you, girl."

"You know, " Doris said, "One day I over heard her 
telling Shirley Bass, Jean May's best friend, that she 
was going to give Andy her cherry, even if he is older 
than her daddy."

"Does Andy know that," Claire asked?

Over breakfast, the three of them enjoyed talking 
together, and finally Claire decided she needed to 
leave, and told Barbi to stay as she could walk the 
three short blocks. Andy said he could drive Claire 
back to the motel and Barbi could stay and enjoy 
visiting with Doris. Barbi had mentioned she wanted to 
speak with Doris, and now that Claire had a ride home, 
she could stay.

"Tell you what, Barbi, I need to haul some feed out to 
one of the pastures today." "How about I pick you up 
around noon, and we will grab a bite and then you can 
go to the farm with me and see my place and ride on the 
tractor with me to haul the feed?"

"Why not, and it sounds like fun."

After she was alone, Barbi walked up and sat at the 
counter, on the stool next to the cash register, which 
was on top of the refrigerated pie case. Doris and she 
had a friendly conversation between her while taking 
the customer's money for their food. "Doris, this must 
just be between you and me, but if you are serious 
about selling your restaurant, I will purchase it from 
you."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, and after just one day in this town, I believe I 
have found a new home, and I will need something to do 
if I live here." Barbi thought for a minute, then told 
Doris, "I'm going to stay a few more days, and if you 
want to sell me the restaurant, then we can make a 
deal." "I want to continue my trip, which will take a 
month, but if you want, I will take over when I return, 
lets say the first of September," Barbi told Doris.

"Hell Barbi, I don't even know what it is worth, or how 
to find out."

"Tell you what, I'm going to call my attorney and have 
him transfer some money to me, and perhaps you can tell 
me which banks, you use, and I can set up an account at 
that bank." I will ask my attorney to find out a fair 
price for the restaurant, and have it put in writing 
and then I will give you copy and you can take it to a 
realtor to review." Then she asked Doris, "Please keep 
this between us, although I have told Claire of my 
plans, and promised she can start the rumor when you 
and I sign the deal."

Barbi knew she would need to postpone leaving for her 
trip, for a few weeks, but she liked the idea of 
purchasing the restaurant, so that compensated the 
delay of leaving on her drive across the country.

"Sounds fair to me, and Barbi, I know my customers will 
be well-taken care of, and you're a sweet person, with 
a keen mind." Smiling, Doris added, "Barbi, are you 
planning on going to the dance at the Legion tonight?"

"Yes, how about you?"

"Barbi, this may sound terrible, but you know that Bill 
is my lover, well not my lover, but he and I get 
together once in a while when my body craves a man."

"So what is the problem with that, and besides that is 
no ones' business except the two of you."

"Barbi, I've lived here all my life, and until you 
arrived in town yesterday, I have never found anyone I 
could confide in with that information." Taking the 
cash from a customer, and when she was finished ringing 
up the sale, told Barbi," No one else knows when I 
drive out to Bill's farm, and it is usually later in 
the evening, but the man acts like a teenager in bed, 
honest to god."

"Sounds like what you need," Barbi answered.

"No, what I need and want is a husband, but not someone 
from here, I want a man of excitement and if you 
purchase the farm, I will be able to leave here and 
find me a man."

"Doris that is a nice idea, but watch out for men that 
if they find out you have money, will take advantage of 
you, and once the money is gone, so is the man."

"I understand that, and no one will ever know I have 
money until after I'm married for a few years and I 
find out the marriage is safe, Barb."

Driving back to the motel, Barbi, thought of what it 
would be like to live in the small town and own the 
restaurant. She was excited about the prospect, and as 
she entered her room, decided to wear a pair of jeans 
when she went with Andy. Then she thought, no, I want 
to tease him and make him want me.

She lay on the bed and thought about how Andy had taken 
her last night. Barbi knew he had been as gentle as he 
could, especially for the size of his cock. Then she 
remembered Uncle John and how she wanted him to be the 
first to fuck her. The more she thought of her sudden 
decision to allow Andy, to be her first man to enter 
her body, the more she thought, Barbi realized she had 
allowed Andy to replace her uncle in taking her 
virginity. Her pussy still felt sore, but if Andy wants 
me again this afternoon, my body is his for the taking. 
God, she thought how big his cock is, and how it felt 
like he was tearing the flesh open at the top and 
bottom of her tiny pussy. A sudden desire to have Uncle 
John penetrate her moved through her body, and she knew 
without doubt that anytime she and Andy had sex, she 
would in some way consider it was Uncle John between 
her smooth thighs.

Andy knocked on her motel door a few minutes past noon, 
and she let him in her room, and her sexual peak was 
high, especially as she had just remembered being with 
him last night and again this morning. In addition her 
memories of Uncle John had brought her desires to the 
forefront of her longings to again feel a man enter her 
body.

With no fear of asking and being bold, Barbi asked 
Andy, "Fuck me, fuck me now before we leave."

During the next half hour, words weren't necessary to 
describe the joining of their bodies, but the sounds of 
passion, grunts and groans of satisfaction, filled the 
room as they enjoyed the experience of making love. 
Both of them were in need and they let their bodies 
take control to appease the sexual desires from being 
held in check for to many years. They gave up their 
souls to each other during that sexual conquest of each 
other. They had started without foreplay, and Andy had 
entered Barbi in a fierce drive through her narrow 
passage. She cried out her needs and would have killed 
him if had not ridden her hard during their encounter. 
Twice they sampled each other's bodies, then were 
satisfied for the moment.

During the drive to Andy's farm, he reached over and 
took Barbi's hand in his own. He pulled Barbi's hand to 
his lips, and kissed the back of her hand, then each 
finger, slowly licking each finger, before taking them 
one-by-one, into his mouth, sucking them. Looking 
across the seat of his Ford pickup, he smiled and 
asked, "Who taught you to use the word fuck?"

Barbi could feel her face turn red, and she pulled her 
hand free from Andy's grip. At first was at a loss for 
words, then turning around in seat and facing him, 
responded, "Fuck you!" Then she started laughing and 
told him, "Pull over and fuck me, Mr. A., or don't you 
know how?"

Laughing at her crazy humor, Andy, with a sternness to 
his voice replied, "I'll fuck you little girl, right in 
your butt, so met me in the hay mow, as Bill says it is 
the place where you get the best sex."

As they drove into the barn yard, Andy parked the truck 
and opened the door where he kept the tractor. Climbing 
onto the tractor, he did not notice Barbi, moving to 
the back of the barn and start climbing up the latter 
to the mow. Pulling the tractor outside, he backed up 
to the wagon and hooked the wagon tongue onto the 
tractor bar 3-point hitch. Looking around he did not 
see Barbi, and called out her name. When she didn't 
answer, he turned the tractor off, and calling her 
name, walked into the barn.

"Mr. A, I'm in the fucking hay mow."

""Girl, we have got to get the feed hauled out to the 
field, or we will never get to the dance tonight."

"So, what are you telling me, Mr. A?"

Climbing up the latter, Andy reached the opening into 
the mow, and looking saw Barbi was standing completely 
naked, then as he stepped onto the mow floor, and 
watched as she bent over, and asked, "Is the right way 
to stand for what you promised you would do to me?"

"My god, girl, you are something else, are you 
serious?"

"You are awfully large, but I will try it for you Andy, 
but for gosh sakes, be slow and gentle when shoving it 
in my butt."

Andy pulled his pants down, not bothering undressing, 
as he had become hard looking at the girl as she was 
bent over, her legs parted, which exposed her tiny pink 
anus to his gaze. Looking he saw she was resting her 
hands on a bail of hay. Bending down, Andy kissed and 
then licked the puckered opening until he thought it 
was as wet as he could make it for him to enter her 
butt.

Thinking back he remembered that he and Denise had 
tried this a few times, but she could never stand his 
taking her butt, and once the head slipped inside she 
asked him to not go any deeper. His deceased wife had 
allowed him to move the head back and forth, very slow, 
and eventually, Andy remembered, he would cum from just 
the excitement. Now a woman, who until last night was, 
a virgin was giving him her anus.

"My god, go easy, oh hell, you are so big, Andy, Andy, 
go slow, oh yes," Barbi sobbed out as the head of his 
large penis slipped through her gripping sphincter. 
Watching his cock head disappeared through the tight 
pink ring, almost caused Andy to shoot his cum 
immediately. Yet, he knew that for whatever the 
reasons, the woman wanted him to bury his cock deep 
inside her anal sphere.

For several minutes, Andy moved his large cock an inch 
or less as he stroked in and out of Barbi's ass, and 
finally he was completely buried inside her dark hole. 
Her sphincter was like a round pink rink that stuck up 
from her ass, as he pulled back and it rolled out with 
his cock shaft. The sight before his eyes matched the 
constant wailing sounds Barbi uttered, then when he was 
fully embedded up her bowels, she cried out, "Andy, I 
will always be yours, no matter if we never see each 
other again!"

"I feel you hair against my hips and butt, and you are 
so deep inside me, oh god Andy, move faster, oh yes, 
take me Andy, yeah, now, I think, I'm coming... ANDY!"

As Barbi cried out, Andy felt his cum erupting into the 
tight anal opening of the girl, and forced his cock as 
deep inside the girl as he could bury it, to give her 
his life juices. Never had he come as hard in his life, 
and he seemed to continue squirting into the cylinder 
core of her body.

Barbi sobbed out her pleasure, then simply fell forward 
onto the bail of hay. As she did so she pulled her 
tight anal ring free from the massive cock that had 
just given her indescribable pleasure, along with a 
pain she could not describe. She heard the plopping 
sound as Andy's cock was extracted from her depths. 
Laying on the hair where she landed, she could feel her 
anus, open, close and then open and close again, 
several times. With each opening of her anal ring, 
Barbi could feel Andy's cum being pushed out and 
running down across her pussy.

Her hips were keeping time with the opening and closing 
of her anus, and Andy was watching this happen with a 
perverted interest, knowing that he had finally butted 
fucked a woman for the his first time. Nothing could 
describe the feeling in his cock as he stood looking 
down at the beautiful back and hips of the woman. His 
cock was staying erect, and he knew the need to take 
her ass once more.

Reaching down, he gripped her hips and pulled her into 
the bent over position again, and his cock sought the 
entrance of her anus, as it opened to his erect 
manhood. Again he took the woman in her ass, and he 
knew that she was finished, that whatever he did now, 
he was doing without her cooperation of hindrance. 
Barbi was simply along for the ride, and Andy rode the 
hips of the woman for at least twenty minutes, until he 
again unleashed another load of cum deep inside her 
anal opening. This time he fell down on her and pressed 
her onto the bail of hay.

Andy heard a voice, but didn't yet have the knowledge 
after cumming so hard to recognize it was the voice of 
the girl under him telling him, "Andy, let me up, the 
hay is pricking me and you are heavy as a bull."

After dressing, they went into the house and cleaned 
off after the exotic sex they had just enjoyed. Then 
they loaded the wagon with bags of feed, and hauled it 
to the feed bins in the far pasture. Once they had it 
emptied into the bins, then headed off through the 
pasture and Andy pointed out his prize shorthorn white 
face livestock. Barbi told how her uncle raised Black 
Angus, and that two of his prize bulls had been 
purchased by the livestock breeding association for use 
in artificial insemination.

Andy then drove to a large, heavy supported steel-
equipped fence, and they looked at his four prize 
bulls, each with a large grassed area, and a shed for 
shelter for each bull. Barbi was amazed that he knew 
the number of calves each bull had produced, and was 
amazed to hear that he sold them to area 4-H Club 
members, at a very low dollar cost, to those who wanted 
them. She listened as he told how he set aside ten 
young bulls and made them into steers, and ten young 
females, that he sold for those wanting heifers for a 
4-H project. He could not remember how many had been 
picked grand-champion at local and the state fair.

Heading back to the barn, Barbi told him, "Go easy on 
the bumps, my butt is sore for some reason," And she 
laughed at her own comment.

Once they reached the barn, and unhooked the wagon from 
the tractor, and drove it into the barn, the walked 
over to feed the four hogs he raised for butchering in 
late fall. Walking into the house, he asked if she 
would like a tour of his home. Barbi was surprised at 
all the various objects that decorated each room. Andy 
explained that his deceased wife loved to collect 
various porcelain figurines and art decor items. There 
was also an elaborate collection of Ohio pottery, and 
the collection included McCoy, Hull, Roseville and 
Weller pieces.

They walked into the kitchen and as they walked through 
the large room, with an old-fashioned wood and coal 
burning cook stove on the far wall. She saw a wooden 
door that looked like it was made from heavy eight inch 
planks, with square headed bolts showing. Walking to 
the door, Andy gripped what appeared to be a hand 
forged metal handle, and pull the door open. Inside 
were a large panty and cellar, and she noted the 
ceiling was rounded and were large stones, and appeared 
too made like the buildings in Rome, with a keystone in 
the center of each set of stones.

"The top of this room is covered with ten feet of dirt, 
and when we go outside, I will show you where it is 
against the house." "This is not only a cellar, but can 
be used in the event of a tornado," Andy said. "The 
entire walls are made of large hand carved granite 
stones, each roughly eighteen inches thick," Informed 
Barbi. "This is the only known shelter of this type 
known in the state, and possibly in the U.S., and it is 
believed it was hand crafted by artisans from Italy," 
Andy proudly informed her.

After looking over the rest of the house, they walked 
out onto the porch which wrapped around three-quarters 
of the farm house. Stepping off the far end of the 
porch, he showed Barbi the piled dirt that covered the 
cellar. Barbi had thought the hill was natural, until 
Andy told her the dirt was taken from the large pond 
that was in front of the house, and it was spring feed.

 "I have used that pond to provide water for my 
livestock, during some very dry summers, and it never 
goes dry." "The small stream running into the other end 
of the pond, was evidently dug by hand," Andy told her.

"They made the small banks on each side of the stream 
from the dirt dug out for forming the stream." Andy 
informed her that, "Someone, and who is unknown if the 
original farmer who dug the canal, placed stones on the 
bottom of the creek, abut over time, dirt covered most 
of the stones, but if I have nothing to do, I shovel 
the dirt off the stones."

"Your home is wonderful, has it always been in your 
family," Barbi asked?

"No, my father bought it when I was around eight or 
nine, and when he passed away it became mine." "Then I 
added acreage to the farm till I got tired of trying to 
do the work myself, and had to hire help," he informed 
Barbi.

"Guess I need to head for town Mr. A, especially if you 
want me to meet you at the American Legion tonight, you 
do don't you?"

"No, I got more than I wanted, so now you're just not 
needed anymore," Andy laughed as he spoke to her, and 
kissed her unexpectedly.

After Andy dropped her off at the motel, she went into 
the office where a lady of about fifty was working. 
"Hi, how do I place a long distance call from the phone 
in my room?"

"You need to call collect, so just dial "O" and you 
will get the operator, and she will put the call 
through for you," The woman said in a voice of 
unconcern and if she did not wish to be bothered.

Calling her attorney, and when the phone was answered, 
she asked, "Is this Mr. Hall?" Hearing that she was 
speaking to his son, she talked with Phil for several 
minutes as he waited for his father to come to the 
phone. Once her attorney was on the phone, she 
explained he could charge her for the call, and she 
told him her plans to purchase the restaurant, and 
asked that he wire money to the bank she had decided to 
open an account in on Monday. For several minutes they 
spoke about her wanting him to check out what he could 
find out that the business was worth.

"Mr. Hall, I have made a slight change in my plans 
because of my desire to purchase the restaurant, so I 
will be here for another few weeks. She told him the 
phone number of the motel and the address, and he could 
call her whenever he needed to speak with her.

Looking through her clothes, she found the last dress 
Uncle John had purchased for her, and decided it would 
be just what she wanted to wear to show off her figure 
to Andy. Then she had second thoughts, as she realized 
that she would stand out in the dress, and she wanted 
to fit in with the community before she purchased the 
restaurant. Looking at her clothes, she chose a yellow 
dress, with small lace trim around the square neck 
line, and on the cuffs of the mid-arm sleeves. Looking 
in the mirror, she set her hair in rollers, then lay on 
the bed while her hair set for what she knew would be a 
great evening.

Having already taken a bath after she spoke with the 
attorney, she was laying on the bed, when something 
caught her eye, and she got up and walked to the stand. 
Her night case was open on the stand by the TV. She 
knew that she had closed the case, and it was on the 
bathroom vanity when she left her room. Looking in the 
case she found that her cosmetic items had been 
rummaging through, and were not as she kept them 
packed.

Moving to the suit case she hadn't opened or looked in, 
she opened the lid and found the clothes had been 
moved. Now she was upset, and putting on her levis and 
a button-up blouse, she left the room, and walked 
around the office to where Claire had her private 
entrance. She knocked on the door, and when Claire saw 
whom it was invited her in.

"No, I would appreciate it if you could follow me to my 
room, I want you to see something." In her room, she 
explained to Clair what she had discovered, and 
wondered who might have been in the room.

"The only person would be Jenny Smith, and she is 
working in the office now."

Then Barbi told how the woman had acted when she 
inquired about using the phone, and how she had spoken 
to her.

Claire said she would confront the woman immediately, 
but would call the sheriff and asks him to meet her in 
your room. "I've suspected she was stealing money from 
me, but I have never been able to determine if she had, 
or how."

When the sheriff pulled up, and was looking at the bags 
as Barbi explained the matter, he asked her to check to 
see if anything was missing. Looking through her things 
she did not notice anything was missing. Then a thought 
came to her, her Uncle Johns large Masonic ring, with 
the two diamonds was not in the small compartment on 
the side of the suitcase.

The sheriff listened and asked Barbi to draw a 
description of the ring for him, and to make any 
notations that would provide additional identification 
of the item. Looking at the two women, he said, "OK, 
I've got a complete description of the ring, and lets 
go see what Jenny knows about the ring and someone 
going through your items."

When the three of them entered the office, Jenny stood 
up, had a look of concern on her face, and started to 
step from behind the motel desk and leave by Claire's 
living area.

"Stay where you are Jenny, we need to have an honest 
discussion, and if you lie, I will take you to jail and 
ask you my questions on Monday morning.

At first Jenny denied being in Barbi's room, but when 
Claire explained that no one else had a key, then she 
must have been in the room. Finally Jenny said, "Yeah, 
I went into the room to see it had been made up."

"Jenny," the sheriff said, as he lay the drawing on the 
motel desk top, "Where is this ring?"

"I don't know, I've never seen a ring like that 
before," Jenny replied.

The sheriff flipped up the counter top of the desk 
which allowed someone to enter the front of the office 
from behind the counter. Stepping in front of Jenny, he 
had handcuffs on her before she realized what was 
occurring to her. "Jenny Smith, you are under arrest, 
for the possibility of theft, and unauthorized entry of 
an occupied dwelling, room 101, of this motel."

"You will be searched at the jail by my wife and will 
be held until Monday morning for a court appearance." 
With that the sheriff led her from the motel and placed 
her in the back of his car. Returning to the office, he 
told Barbi that if the ring was located on her, it 
would be returned to her immediately. Then he asked 
Claire, "Where is her purse, she likely has it in it, 
so I will search it now."

Looking through the purse, the ring wasn't inside it 
after it was dumped on the counter top. Then he ran his 
fingers around the lining of the purse, smiled and 
said, "Think we have it, and it appears she cut the 
lining right here at the top and let the ring fall 
between it and the inside of the purse." Then he felt 
around the purse some more and discovered something 
else was inside the lining. Pulling the lining apart he 
discovered two twenty-dollar bills stuffed inside the 
purse.

After the sheriff left, Claire was visible upset and 
could not apologize enough to Barbi. She offered to 
give her room rent back, but Barbi would have nothing 
to do with such an offer.

That night Barbi waited for Andy to pick her up at the 
motel before going to the Legion dance. They enjoyed 
the evening and Andy was in rare form as he danced and 
enjoyed the company of the pretty young woman.

Around eleven o'clock, Andy suggested they head down to 
Martha's, before the crowd got there from the dance. 
Usually the dance ended at eleven-thirty, and everyone 
headed for the restaurant to get a late bite to eat, 
and coffee, before heading for home, with a few beers 
of whiskey in them.

The restaurant closed at two in the morning, and Barbi 
wondered how such a small town would have customers 
come to the restaurant that late. Inside, the crowd was 
already forming, and they took a table near the back of 
the restaurant. While they were waiting on their order 
to arrive, the sheriff spotted Barbi and walked over to 
where she was seated with Andy.

"Mind if I join you for a minute Andy, I need to ask 
Miss Sampson a few questions, and bring her up to date 
on the theft of her ring?"

"Have a seat sheriff, and by the way Pat, kind of watch 
my fields on Honeyfork Road, I think someone is 
stealing a calf, every so often." "I've noticed a set 
of tire tracks there three times on Sunday morning when 
I drive by there to go over to my tenants place and pay 
him," Andy told the sheriff.

"You pay him on Sunday?"

"Yeah, his wife doesn't want him to have his pay on 
Friday or Saturday, as he drinks it up, she claims."

"No problem, I'll have my deputies watch the road 
tonight and see if anything happens."

Then the sheriff looked at Barbi and told her, "Jenny 
admitted stealing your ring and going through your 
things."

"Thanks for letting me know, Sheriff Hawks."

"She also admitted that she has been stealing from 
Claire and guesses she has taken maybe five hundred 
dollars all together, and confessed so she doesn't have 
to stay in jail till Monday."

"Why would she steal from Claire, she works for her and 
I'm certain, was treated very well?"

"Who knows, but I spoke to Clair and she agreed not to 
press charges if Jenny promises to repay the money, she 
stole?" "Now about your case," Sheriff Hawks continued, 
"If you agree to not press charges any further, I will 
release her from jail when I get back there to check 
off work."

"If that is what Claire is doing, then I will do the 
same, but you seem happy that she doesn't stay in 
jail."

"Miss Sampson, we have kind of a laid back law 
enforcement in the community, as long as no one is 
physically hurt, we sometimes dispense with some of the 
court proceedings."

As they were eating, Doris and Bill walked in and sat 
down with them. Bill asked Andy, "Are you going to get 
lucky tonight, Andy, old boy, because Miss Doris here 
has promised me I will and I can have her virginity?"

"Bill, you are terrible, but I just might let you, that 
is if your willy is long enough to reach my virginity," 
Doris responded quickly, which caused them to laugh at 
Bill.

That night, Barbi found that Andy gave of himself as he 
took her twice before going to sleep. Her body was 
soundly taken, even thought she didn't climax, the 
experience was exhilarating and her arms and legs 
clamped around his large body as he was both gentle and 
hard in his love making. Barbi knew that she was likely 
creating a problem by allowing her feelings to center 
on this strong man, who she understood could be her 
uncle, she was falling in love with. The love she was 
feeling, she comprehended wasn't that of deep romance, 
but a love between two people who felt and respected 
the other with consideration of feelings.

Barbi lay in bed next to the man who claimed her 
virginity, and made her more than just a woman, he made 
her think nice things about a human being who cared for 
her.

She was unable to sleep, and she rose from the bed in 
as easy way, so as not to awake the man laying with 
her. Picking up his large shirt, she slipped it on, and 
walked quietly down the stairs and out onto the front 
porch and sat on the large stone steps leading up to 
the porch floor.

Watching the stars, she felt a degree of urgency in her 
body, she wanted so much, and was upset that her uncle 
had left her so suddenly. Now she questioned her own 
feelings for Andy was only a rollback to the 
relationship she lost when Uncle John passed away. What 
will happen, if I buy the restaurant, will Andy think 
I'm to independent, and find out he's tired of me after 
a few months of sex? After all, he hasn't been with a 
woman until now for ten years. Barbi hugged her arms 
around herself and lay back on the porch floor and 
looked up at the stars that seemed to be endless on 
this clear summer night.

Then she saw a shooting star, and as she did when she 
was little, made a wish. "Let Andy be my love," She 
wished, even with the age difference, she knew she 
would likely be a widow by the time she was in her 
early fifties. That thought scarred he, and she didn't 
want to grow old alone.

Her mind thought of the sex she had just experienced, 
and she smiled to herself. What will happen when I 
finish my trip, and return to this nice town? Will Andy 
decide he doesn't want to continue the relationship 
when I return and purchase the restaurant? As she 
watched the stars, Barbi saw another shooting start 
pass across the sky. Where do they come from and where 
are they headed, even thought she knew the answer, 
Barbi was relating the shooting stars to her travels 
and what would she find ahead?

In the distance she heard a dog bark, and wondered why 
Andy didn't have a dog to keep him company here on the 
farm. Looking across the pond she saw three deer 
approaching the water, and they lifted their heads, 
their ears pointed out and up even more erect. They 
looked in her direction and seemed to sense she was no 
danger and walked to the water. Two drank from the 
pond, while the one appeared to be on guard. Assuredly 
that was the case, because as soon as the two had 
finished drinking and moved away from the water, the 
one who had acted like a sentry, begin to drink from 
the pond.

"Beautiful, isn't it," The voice asked behind her, and 
she cried out? As she did so the deer bolted quickly 
and disappeared in the small grove of trees a short 
distance from the pond.

"Andy, you scarred me to death, and in turn I 
frightened the deer."

"I woke, and my bed was empty, and I missed the body 
that had lain next to me when I went to sleep." "She is 
such a comfort, I needed to find her, and now I have," 
Andy said.

Then he lay down beside her and took her hand in his. 
For several minutes neither spoke but let their minds 
wander over what their relationship was about. Finally, 
Andy asked, "Barbi, you're leaving on Tuesday, will you 
ever return to these parts again?"

""Yes, my dear Mr. A, and when I return you will be 
eating in my restaurant, "Barbi Doll Diner", as I'm 
buying Doris out." Chuckling as she asked, "Would you 
like to eat out at my place?" Then she told Andy about 
changing her plans to delay leaving until the paper 
work was complete in the purchase of the restaurant.

"Are you serious, I will always want to each out at 
your thatch, I mean place," Andy said and moved down 
and lightly bite her labia? "Now, that I know you will 
be around for a while, maybe we can drive down to the 
capital for an evening and live like the rich folks."

They lay holding hands, nude on the cool steps and 
porch stones, saying nothing to each other, they soon 
rose and walked to the bed. Still nothing was said 
between them, until Barbi cried out as Andy entered her 
body, in a sudden and sharp thrust into her tiny 
opening.

"God, Andy, you are so big and it is so good, fuck me, 
ANDY, FUCK ME, I'M CUMMING, GOD I'M CUMMING SO FUCKING 
HARD, ASSSSSGGGGHHHH!" Barbi had shouted so loud that 
Andy was certain the neighbors, at least a half mile 
away heard her cry of desire and passion. Never had he 
been more proud than when he heard the lovely young 
woman cry out from his taking her quick and hard. In 
addition, Andy was soon bringing her off in less than 
twenty strokes of his large erection.

Sunday morning they were still sleeping soundly when 
Andy heard someone shouting from his front yard. 
Looking down he saw the Sheriff Hawks standing with one 
of his deputies, and another man he did not recognize, 
who was in handcuffs. Leaning out the open window, he 
said, "Be right down sheriff." Looking at the clock as 
he dressed, he noted it was a quarter-of-ten. Damn, the 
day is half over and I'm still in bed.

Looking at Barbi, who at first was concerned when she 
heard someone shouting, smiled at Andy as he finished 
buttoning his shirt, kicked the sheet off her body, 
spread her legs as wide as they would go and asked him, 
"You leaving this big boy, I guess, I'll have to find 
me another stud?"

"Maybe if I walk out with you like this I can get me 
another fellow really quick."

"Yeah, one of them down there is in handcuffs, so you 
already have him, tied up."

Walking up to the three men, Andy was told by the 
sheriff that his deputy had been on patrol near the 
area where he thought his calves were disappearing 
from. Deputy Richert had found the man in cuffs, with a 
flat tire on his horse trailer, and the trailer had 
four young cows inside. The deputy had pretended to 
call for a wrecker to pick up the back of the trailer 
so the tire could be changed, but instead had called 
me. Two of my other deputies are with the trailer, and 
we need to drive back to where the trailer is, so you 
can check out the cattle to see if they are yours.

"This man's name is Rodney Jones, from over in the next 
county, and he doesn't have a bill of sale, so we think 
they may be your calves."

"Let me get my log book with my tag numbers, and I will 
be ready to leave, "Andy said.

As he walked into the house, Barbi was laying on the 
floor, just to the left of the door so she couldn't be 
seen. The sight greeting Andy, was almost enough to say 
to hell with the cows. Barbi was flat on her back, her 
legs pointing up in the air, spread wide, and she was 
holding her hands were holding her legs behind her 
knees.

"Damn, girl, how did you know someone else wouldn't 
come inside with me, and that is one terrific beaver 
I'm looking at." Then Andy decided to get even with the 
teasing young beauty, who had now flashed him twice in 
less than fifteen minutes. "Hey, Sheriff, want to come 
in and get a cup of coffee before we leave?"

Barbi jumped up from the floor and ran back into the 
other room and headed upstairs. "Nice butt there, 
bouncing beauty, why are you leaving," Andy asked and 
laughed out at the departing woman. Then Andy thought 
that the sheriff may have heard him, and got his log 
book from the desk in his small office, and went back 
out to where they three men waited. They were all 
smiling, and Andy knew that they knew a woman was in 
the house. Andy also knew that the sheriff knew who the 
woman was, having seen him at the restaurant last night 
with Barbi.

When Andy got back, he found Barbi had made coffee, and 
was waiting to fix him eggs to go with the ham she had 
already cooked. Looking at the woman, he knew that he 
wanted her with him the rest of his life, but he knew 
it was crazy to imagine her loving him in just a couple 
days.

"The sheriff said to tell you were quite the display he 
saw when I opened the door, with you laying on the 
floor" Andy laughingly told Barbi.

"Oh my god, he saw me," Barbi asked him, with a lack of 
concern across her face that the sheriff had seen her 
obscene display that twas meant only for Andy?

"Yip, said I was one lucky son-of-a-gun, wanted to know 
when the next show was."

Andy saw she was about to cry from having been seen, 
and he couldn't continue teasing her, so he walked up 
and hugged her and told her the truth that she hadn't 
been seen. "You're cruel to tease me like that Mr. A, 
and I might just let you cook your own eggs."

"Cruel, cruel is the display of a lovely part of your 
body that you showed me, knowing I couldn't even kiss 
it good morning, now that is cruel," And as he said it, 
he slapped her lightly across her butt. "Get my eggs on 
the table pronto, and they better be cooked over hard, 
with no yellow running around on the plate," Andy said 
as he kissed her before taking his log book back into 
his office.

Driving back to the motel, Andy looked at Barbi, 
smiled, telling her, "I'm starting to like having you 
with me, have you considered where you will live when 
you return from you trip?"

Barbi understood what Andy was saying, and teasing him, 
said, "I hear Bill rents rooms at his farm, so maybe I 
will need to see what kind of rent he charges."

"Barbi, girl you move in with Bill, and the rent will 
be high, maybe six or seven inches high, but I can 
offer a cheaper rate, maybe five inches high."

"You have a hell-of five inches, in fact, it must be at 
least eight inches, and that's the sore truth, Mr. A." 
Then Barbi said she would likely stay in the motel 
until she either bought a place of rented a house. "As 
much as I would like, I can't move in with you, at 
least not at first Andy, but you I will remember your 
offer, and I'm starting to like you, like you a lot."

Monday, Barbi opened up a bank account, and set up the 
paper work for buying the restaurant, after speaking 
with her attorney, Mr. Hall, back in Pennsylvania. The 
price of eighteen thousand was what he suggested, but 
Barbi told him to make it twenty, and send the papers 
to the bank. Transfer a total of fifty thousand to the 
bank for me, she had asked Mr. Hall, and then send me a 
letter with all the details to me, in care of General 
Delivery, in Williams, Arizona. Then Barbi told him 
about her trip and deciding to visit the Grand Canyon 
as she had done when Uncle John took her there when she 
was eight.

By noon, she had done all she needed getting the 
restaurant deal finalized, and she headed over to see 
Doris, and to get a bite to eat. As usual the 
restaurant was packed with both locals and tourist. She 
wondered what would happen if Route 40 was replaced 
with what Mr. Hall had said was an interstate highway.

"Hi Barbi," Doris said as she walked up to greet her, 
going to a table or do you want to sit at the counter?

"How about I set next to the cash register, at the 
counter so we can visit?"

As the flow of customers allowed, Barbi told Doris that 
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