Title: Autunmal Equinox Author:Eskimo1958 Summary: Rick's niece talks him into having some housemates. And one decides he needs companionship. A party is planned, to celebrate the end of the growing season, and the begining of another. Keywords: older-M/younger-F, inter , virg, impreg
It was a very warm evening, the summer solstice, and my niece had a group of her friends were here on the farm, having a party. No, none were underage, as she's almost earned her doctorate. And her friends, including her husband Jeff, are not what you would call party animals. About two dozen or so, gathered outside the big barn, not really doing much of anything except shoot the crap and drink. Yes, there's alcohol, since most are well over the age of twenty-one. I had planned on letting them be, as I kept to myself inside, watching the Indians play on the television. But Sandra, she came in at about ten, the sun had only set about thirty minutes before, and she insisted that I join them. Hell, I had no desire to get involved with her friends, although I knew some of them and had seen most at her wedding last year.
I was down right reluctant to go out with her, but she's just like her mother, my only sister, as she was pretty obstinate that I go out and have some fun with them. Funny, once I was out there, they sort of started asking me questions and all. I'm forty-nine, a good twenty years or so older than any of them, but it seemed they wanted to hear some things from my college days. I guess word got around about me and my wild misspent youth. Doing things that now a days would have probably landed my ass in the slammer. And of course, the more I drank, the bigger the tale grew. Now, I'm average looking now. Receding hair line, a bit overweight, typical middle-aged American male. These were all kids, at least in my eyes, and for the most part, including my niece, have been rather sheltered.
Not much else happened that night, as Sandy finally closed the party down at about one in the morning. They had tents set up for some, a pop-up camper was also in use, and some even slept in my century old farm house, including my niece and Jeff who took the room above mine. smiled as I heard them get into bed and test out the bed springs, making quite the racket above my head. Next morning, Sandy was up with the chickens, getting things cleaned up and breakfast made and ate. They all thanked me, and all were gone by noon, as I began my normal work routine. Two weeks later, Sandy showed up, and I knew something was up, as she gave me a hug, and said "Hi Uncle Rick."
I didn't bat an eye, as I asked "What you want? Another party?" in a rather suspicious voice.
She giggled, playfully swatting my arm, saying "No, but you do want to get to the point on why I'm here."
I snorted, "I didn't think this was a social call, honey. What you want?"
"Well, a couple of friends are looking for a place to stay, and I was wondering if you'd be interested in renting rooms out to them?" she asked, as I noted a bit of apprehension in her voice.
I smirked, "You're kidding?" She made a sour face, expecting to be shot down, and I asked "Why here?"
She looked surprised at the question, but she blurted out, "Because, they've no where else to stay that costs a lot of money." I guess my facial expression was a bit, well, disbelieving, as she pleaded "Come on, Uncle Rick. They need a place to stay."
Sighing, I rolled my eyes skyward, and asked "First of all, how much, and second, who are they?"
"Two hundred a month each." She declared, and before I could laugh at her, she added "And Myla said she'll cook all meals, even for you." Okay, that got my attention, as she added "She'll also clean house, with Darla too."
I exclaimed "Two girls?"
She fidgeted, "Well, two girls and one boy. Darla's boyfriend Jason."
Clearing my throat, I stated "I suppose Darla and Jason will be sharing the same room." She made a face, I just chuckled, for it didn't really concern me one way or another, as I asked "What does this Jason do, anyway? For a living?"
She blurted out "Accountant. He works for Myers PA in town."
I had a feeling that this was not a good idea, but, I went on to ask "And what do the girls do?"
"Darla attends the University, last year of med school. Myla works as a registered nurse at the senior citizen home." she stated.
I took in a deep breath, shook my head and said, "Oh all right, I guess we'll see how it goes." She leaped up and wrapped her arms around my neck, saying "Thanks Uncle Rick.", before giving me a big kiss on my cheek and racing out of my house, shouting out that it'll all work out. Yeah, right. In the meantime, I had a tractor to fix, as I went on out to the pole barn and getting to work. That's when it hit me, I had no idea who these kids were. I'm sure they were at Sandy's party, and I did hear the names, but it was lost on me on who they were.
Two days later, Sandy called, telling me that she was coming out with my three new tenants the next day on Saturday. Well, they arrived that Saturday morning, and I was taken aback somewhat. Now the couple, Darla and Jason, they were okay, but I was surprised to meet Myla, for she was a colored girl. Cute as a button, actually, but colored? Yeah, I guess I am a bit of a racist, no reason why, other than ignorance, I suppose. But I eyed her warily as they all moved in. They took bedrooms upstairs, and we all began the settling in process of living all together under one roof. It worked well the first few weeks. Actually, I wasn't about to complain, for after all, I am widowed, living alone, and now I've not only some one to talk to, but someone to do the cooking as well. And, Myla is one good little cook. Yes, Darla lends a hand in from time to time, and both share the house cleaning chores, something that I had sort of occasionally neglected, but it all seemed to be working out well.
Late August, and Sandy stopped by, suggesting a Labor Day party. Well I wasn’t about to put a stop to it, as I let them make the plans and all. It was to be actually on Sunday evening, with lots of food, and alcohol too, I suppose, and a bit bigger crowd, according to Sandy. The party went well, that is, up until about nine-o'clock that night. I was sitting on a bale of hay by the campfire, enjoying the party, as the kids were being a bit loud and boisterous. None were what one would call excessively drunk, but most weren't feeling much pain, either. But back to nine-o'clock... and all was not entirely well.
For the most part, during this party, I was keeping to myself. I wasn't drinking this time, for I had to get up early in the morning to get some plowing in on the wheat field that I had harvested a few months back. But there was a young man there, and he was making a bit of an ass of himself. Colored boy, and at the time, I hadn't a clue as to his name, but he was tying his darndest to hit on Myla. Not a big kid, at least, compared to me, and the final straw was when he came over to her, sitting down on her left and put his right arm around her. She frowned, then she jumped up with a scowl on her face as he had grabbed her right breast. He got to his feet, saying loudly, "Come on, bitch, you know you want to party with me."
Well, I stood up, and Myla turned her head, saw I had, and she quickly moved to get behind me. I snorted, "Don't think she wants too, little fella."
My eyes bugged out, when he reached into his back pocket and whipped out a knife. All fell silent, and I just chuckled, a big smile coming to my face, as my nephew-in-law Jeff, calmly stated "Don't stab him, Louie, that'll just make him mad."
Now, I'm six-foot six, weigh in at two-eighty, and this dumb shit is not even close to six feet, and I probably outweigh him by a hundred pounds, probably more. I said "Come on, son. Don't let those beer muscles make you do anything that I'll regret doing to you later on."
Jeff, who isn't much bigger than Louie, was at my side, as was Sandy, who screamed at the poor guy "Get the fuck out of here, asshole! You're ruining my fucking party.!" She turned to another guy, saying "Damn it, Craig, I told you not to bring him along, now look what you've done!" The poor guy named Craig looked like he wanted to hide, as Sandy screamed at him, "Now get him out of here, and don't bring him back! Ever!" Well, there was more shouting, on part of Sandy and Darla, who was quick to jump in, as well as about ten other females, and soon this clown and Craig were being chased off the property.
Things soon calmed down, and the sound of laughter concerning the previous events was soon being heard. But Myla wasn't laughing, as she must have decided I was a safe place to stay, for I found her sitting on my lap, her knees drawn up to her chest as her left side was against my chest, and I had my right arm around her back, my hand on her small hip. And, she didn't move the rest of the party from that position. Sandy would glance my way from time to time, a worried look at first, then a sly smile. And Darla was doing the same. The party wined down at about midnight, and I whispered into Myla's ear, "Come on, party’s over."
She cracked a soft smile, got up off my lap, and walked alone towards the house. Most of the participants were going to crash for the night on the floor in the living room, or in the spare beds upstairs, as did Sandy & Jeff in their usual room. I was in the bathroom, took a leak, and headed to the kitchen to take some aspirin, as I had a headache. I checked on the guests in the living room, then checked on the outside once more, before going to my bed. I didn't turn on the light, for I knew where I was going, as I pulled off my shirt, then my jeans and boxers. I’ve a queen-size bed, and always get in on the door side of it, and I sighed as I lifted the covers and got into bed. And that's when I about jumped out of my skin, as I yelped out "Jesus Christ!"
I was on my feet fumbling for the light, turning it on and seeing Myla's black face peering from out of the top of the blankets. She had a worried look on her face, and she looked as if she was going to bawl. I just sighed, tuned out the light and got back into bed, saying in a gruff voice, "Next time, ask."
She whimpered out "I was afraid you'd say no."
Chuckling, I trolled onto my side, away from her, saying "And I probably would have, too."
Well, I was tired, and soon I was sleeping away. The alarm went off right at five-thirty, and I rolled out of bed, forgetting about Myla. I had the light on, for it was still dark outside, pulling on a shirt, when I turned and saw her sleepy eyed face staring at my mid-section. I said "Hey!" Her face jerked up, looking at mine, and I said "Get back to sleep."
She had a slight smile on her face, as she rolled over and covered her head with the covers. After a quick bite to eat, I was soon out in the field, plowing away peacefully. Well, sort of. The idea of a young lady sharing the bed with me had really had me confused. I mean, after all, it just wasn't right! No, not the race thing, but the age difference! At lunch time, I headed on back to the house, and noticed all the partiers had fled, save for the car of my niece. I entered the house, and was met with coldness. No one was saying a word, as I found them all in the kitchen, as I said rather plainly, "I'm hungry, Myla, what'd you fix?"
She had no emotion in her voice, as she said "Ham sandwiches, with some potato salad."
"You made it?" I asked.
"No, went sopping after you left this morning" was her reply.
Jeff snorted, "After Sandy called the cops, actually!"
I shockingly said "Called the cops? Why? That kid come back?"
Darla giggled, "No, Sandy couldn't find Myla this morning."
I cringed, and Myla said "Well, Rick told me to go back to sleep."
I looked at Sandy, who didn't look to pleased, as I said "Nothing happened, Sandy!"
"Not a surprise what with your age, Uncle Rick." chided Jeff.
I glared at him, asking "You'd like to discuss that comment outside?"
He swallowed hard, and Sandy said "Shut your trap, Jeffrey!" in a stern voice.
I shot a look at Sandy, and said "If you're having issues with what might or what might not have happened last night between Myla and I, it is none of your concern. Understand."
She had a pouty look on her face, as she said "Yes sir." She then said "Besides, she already told us she's still a virgin."
"That's curable, you know." quipped Jason.
I started to say something, but Darla elbowed him hard in the ribs, making him howl in pain. I grabbed my plate of food, and said "Well then, there’s nothing more to say. If Myla wants to sleep with me because it makes her feel safe, she can go right on ahead and do it." I then left the room with my food, and a bottle of water, and went out on the porch to eat.
I really had no idea why I had said that, not that it mattered, for I was sure she wouldn’t repeat that again. I was almost done with my sandwich, when Sandy came out, alone. She sat next to me, and said "Uncle Rick, I'm sorry."
I chucked, "Apology accepted." I looked around, "You kids did a good job of cleaning up."
She sighed, "Yeah, we did, once the sheriff left."
I snorted, "You weren’t kidding then, were you?"
She shook her head, "No, I wasn't. I mean, after last night, and what had happened, I thought the dumb shit came back and took her away." She sighed, "I mean, I got up when I heard you start the tractor up, and went to check to see if she wanted to help me make breakfast. I was shocked to see no one was in her bed. I rushed downstairs, and didn't find her in the living room with the others, and by the time I got outside, you were way down the road." She giggled, "I had everyone up searching everywhere for her, just didn’t think about opening your bedroom door and looking there."
"So when did you find her?" I asked.
"We didn't." She stated. "Once the sheriff got here, and I was telling him what had happened last night, she walked out of your bedroom in her pajama's and asked what was going on. The sheriff, he just looked at her, asked her her name, and then he just turned and left, just shaking his head."
I snickered at first, then soon I was busting a gut, and she was soon laughing as well. Finally, I said "Okay, did you apologize to Myla?" She shook her head no, and I said "You better, don't you think?"
Sighing, she stood, saying "Yes sir." before she went back inside the house. I, on the other hand, was done eating and needed to get finished plowing, for it looked like rain for tomorrow. Got done in time for dinner, and it was a bit more of a relaxed atmosphere by then. Sandy and Jeff were still there, with them both leaving soon after the dishes were done. At about nine, I was sitting down doing some bills and planning out my week ahead. I had a tractor to work on, to get it ready for harvesting the corn and bans, and to do some work on my combine as well. By eleven, I was done, and I went and watched the weather channel, before going to my room. I heard the others go off to bed earlier, as all three had to work in the morning. I went on into my room, turning on the light this time, and seeing she was in my bed again. I just chuckled, saying "You again!"
She mumbled something, and I just stripped down and got into bed, not paying her any mind. In the morning, I was wakened by the alarm, surprised to see it read four in the morning. She rose up, and as she looked at my surprised face, she said "I got to be at work this morning at six."
I gruffly stated "So you reset my alarm?"
She defended herself with "Well, I wouldn't have been able to hear mine from down here, now could I?"
I rolled back over, feeling her get out of bed, and then seeing her tiny little frame, clad in her two-piece pajama's moving swiftly out of my room. I heard her go on upstairs, and then the bathroom being used, followed by the shower. Buy now, I was awake, as I got up, went into the kitchen and put on the coffee. She was soon back down, freshly showered and helping me make breakfast. The other two made an appearance, and no one said much, for they were all soon out of the house and on their way to work. Darla is dong some sort of internship, and she would be gone sometimes for twenty-our hours. Jason would be back at about five, and Myla worked a twelve hour shift, not getting home until almost seven. She only works three days a week, so she's home the other four.
So with the two females gone for the most part, us guys fend for ourselves. Usually involved going out to McDonalds or getting a pizza. We don't talk much, never have, never will, I suppose. And so not surprisingly, nothing was said about Myla and I. I was not surprised either, however, that the word had gotten out rather quickly in the farming community about the incident from the holiday weekend. I got asked about it a few times on my visit to the co-op, when I was out eating on Monday and Tuesday evenings, and of course when I was getting my hair cut. Five other guys there, all my age or older, and all making crude comments concerning me and a young black girl.
Friday night, and I was alone at home with just Myla. Jason and Darla went out of town to visit his parents, and I couldn't help but notice that it seemed to be planned for them to be away. I didn't say anything about this, though. Mainly because I was curious. I had worked the day on the combine in the barn, and had just barely enough time to shower before sitting down to diner with Myla in the kitchen. She was off this weekend, not having to work again until Monday morning, which she happily announced to me as we ate. I thought nothing of it, enjoying her cooking talent and all, as I ate in relative peace. Once done, I did some surfing of the television, before working on some paperwork for the government concerning some drainage issues. It was about ten when I deiced I was tired enough, as I went to my bedroom. She wasn't in there, yet, as I started to pull my shirt off. Now earlier, I was surprised when she had set some clean clothes set out for my shower, and of course, I was wondering why at the time. I went to my closet to put my shoes inside, and opened it up. Yeah, a priceless moment, for I don't recall having any woman's clothing inside of it. Haven't been any in quite a few years, not since my late wife passed away seven years ago. I made a face, put my shoes inside, and closed the door. Going to the taller of my two dressers, I was curious enough to open the top drawer, and found it stuffed full of bra's and panties. I lifted up one of the bra’s, noting the tag that said 32-a. Frowning, I put it back, for I knew it wasn't mine. Found the drawer below it had my underwear and socks in it, and the next one had my shirts.
I heard her enter the room behind me as I was going through that dresser, and I didn't look up, as I asked "Why'd you move your things into my room?"
She didn't miss a bet, as she said "Because, you'd have told me no."
Okay, good answer. Although I was pretty sure that it wasn't the one I wanted. But then, what answer did I want to hear? I went and finished taking my clothes of, as I saw her slip her body under the covers on her side of the bed. She was sitting up, with the covers down. She was dressed in her pajama’s a button up top and bottoms, with a pattern of flowers on them, as she asked "Why do you sleep in the raw?"
I snorted, as I came to my side of the bed, lifted the covers and got into bed, saying as I dropped the covers, "It's the way I’ve always slept!" I then firmly added "And besides, it's my room!"
She replied with a soft "Oh!" as I reached over and turned off the light by my side.
She just laid there, still sitting up, when suddenly, she got up out of bed. I heard clothes coming off, and that concerned me, as I rolled over, asking "What you doing?"
"It's your bedroom! I'm taking my clothes off!" She replied.
In a flash, she was back underneath the blankets, and I felt her body, very definitely naked, as she was on her side up against my side, as I said "Yes, but that doesn't mean that you should be naked too, Myla."
"Why!" she asked in a gruff voice.
I answered her with a questing "Why do you want to be with me?" I'm way much older than you! And I don't know a thing about you!"
She moved her body so her upper half was on top of my chest, her right leg was hanging over my right leg, and I could feel her warm, bare snatch on the top of my hip, as she had her arms crossed in front of her, on top of the right side of my broad chest, her head lifted up, as she said "Look, I'm twenty-nine years of age, I grew up in a house full of older brothers, my dad ran off when I was two, my brothers all were obnoxious losers that wanted nothing but to party and fuck women. My mom, an alcoholic, was no help, saying that's what boys do. I want nothing to do with that type of boy, I want a man that works and that I can share a life with together! I worked my ass through college without the help of a man, and now I'm wanting to settle down with one. You're a good man, you give me shelter and protection. I'll give you work, cook meals, and love, what more can a good man ask for?"
I snickered, saying "You're a crazy young lady!"
She growled, and soon she slid her body down under the covers, and before could even ask what she was doing, she had my cock in her hands and was starting to give me a blowjob. I just sighed, put my hands behind my head, and let her go to it. It was obvious that she hadn't done this before very often, as her fingers fumbled with my cock and balls, and her tongue was sloppily lathering my cock with her saliva. But my pecker didn't seem to mind, as it was enjoying the attention immensely. In no time, I had her gagging, as I came hard inside her hot, little mouth. I could feel some of my cum dripping onto my thighs, as she was having trouble getting it all. Finally, she stopped sucking, let go of my cock and came up onto my side. She firmly asked "Now what do you think?"
I had a hard time keeping from being a smart ass, as I said "Well, not bad. I'll let you have your way for a little while longer." She grumbled something about me being an asshole, like all men, as she rolled away from me, and onto her right side. I snorted with amusement, and rolled up behind her, my left hand coming to rest on her left waist. I nuzzled her neck, saying "Oh come on Myla, are you really sure you want to do this?" She nodded her head yes, and I moved my hand down to her belly, Asking "So, you're wanting to give me lovin‘, huh?"
She lifted her left leg, and placed it on top of my leg, giving me access to her sex, as she replied with "Uh-huh!"
My fingers found her narrow slit, and I gently pressed a digit down between them, making her moan out as I said "But you're such a little thing, I'd hate to hurt you."
She hissed out, "I can take it! My body will accept your big fat cock with no problem."
Well, she get's to the point. Bluntly, I might add. I didn't say any more, as I found her little clit and began to play with it. I scooped my right arm underneath her body and easily lifted her up, making her giggle. I was now sitting up somewhat, my shoulders up against the headboard, and her back on my chest. I was strumming her clit with the fingers of my left hand, and I was quickly discouraged when my right hand found her vagina was already occupied. Damn little thing is on the rag, so I knew this wasn’t going to be a cherry busting event, as I moved my right hand up her body and began to play with her little tits. It's been quite some time that I've frigged a woman's clit, but I must have remembered how to do it, for soon she was bucking her little hips, in tune to my digital ministrations. And in no time, she was moaning out, followed by her body going stiff and a soft wail of delight as her body shuddered from her little trip to orgasmville.
She turned her face, and we kissed, as I then rolled us onto my side, and laid her down, whispering into her ear, "Now go to sleep, little girl, and think whether or not you still want to go through with this."
I held her next to me, until she fell asleep, before I rolled over and onto my back. It took a spell for me to get to dream land. Hell, the idea of a new woman, sort of playing with my mind! I mean, she’s twenty years my junior, how was I going to be able to keep her little black ass happy. In the morning, I woke and went into the fields, returning for lunch. And the sight that greeted me caused me to chuckle somewhat, as she was vacuuming the living room, wearing nothing but a pair of very thin panties. She looked up, smiled at me, and kept on vacuuming, while I went on into the kitchen and found lunch was waiting for me. I sat down to eat my lunch. That was the start for a week of her constantly being semi-nude or even totally nude whenever we were alone. I just smiled, enjoyed the view of her perky little brown body as she pranced around the house. Then, Sandy came over, telling me that we're having an Autumnal Equinox party to celebrate the fall harvest. Of course, I laughed, telling her that I hadn't even begun to harvest most of my crops yet, for the corn had yet to be taken in, and only half the beans. But she just smiled, saying it was going to be a special celebration. I just shrugged, and let her go, as she sat down and talked to Myla and Darla in private. Jason more or less ignored them as well, as he went on up to his room to work on the computer of his.
Interesting. That was on Monday. The party was to be on Saturday. And although Myla was in bed with me each night, she didn’t try a thing. She even wore pajama's! I was a bit disappointed at first, but relieved as well. I mean, a twenty-nine year old...geesh! I should have known something was up. The day of the party, and I was done with working the fields at about three. I came back to the farm to shower, and get ready for dinner, not seeing anyone. Strange, as I was sure she said the party was tonight. But, I did see a small bonfire set up at the usual spot. Then another strange sight, as normally Sandy would have Jeff place a bunch of hay bales about the bonfire, there were only three. I just shrugged, and thought that it must be only going to be a small party.
I was in the shower when I heard the door open, and Myla's voice say "We're back, Rick."
I responded "I'll be out in a minute, Myla."
I got out, dried off, and pulled on some jeans and a flannel shirt. Coming out, I found Sandy, Darla, and Myla busy working the kitchen, as I entered and asked "What we having?"
I noticed it right away, as Myla said "Your favorite, steak and potatoes." Why did she sound so nervous?
Sandy was the same way, as she stammered out, "And salad too."
Not sure what I said in response, as I went into the living room, finding Jason and Jeff sitting and staring at the television. They were watching a college football game, as I took a seat, and neither looked as if anything was out of the ordinary. After about five minutes, Myla came into the room, carrying three glasses filled with something, and handed one to each of us guys. I took a whiff, and a sip, as Jeff exclaimed, "Whew! What is this stuff?"
Myla was leaving the room, and she looked over her shoulder, saying with a bright smile, "Mead. Drink up, it's part of the celebration."
Well, it wasn’t that bad, as I took a bit more in my mouth, enjoying the taste. Jason asked "What's this got to do with a celebration, anyway."
Jeff shrugged his shoulders, and I gave it a thought before saying "Mead is an ancient drink, fermented from honey. It was drank to celebrate the harvest." It was also used for something else, as I reached back into my mind, thinking on the subject.
With a snort, Jason stated "Leave it to girls to go overboard on planning a party."
"Yeah," quipped Jeff, as he added "And it's only going to be the six of us."
I snickered, "Well, no worry about anyone crashing it then, now is there." as that statement sort of reminded them about the last party, causing them both to chuckle. An hour went by, and our drinks were refreshed. Yeah, this stuff has a kick. I was all smiles, enjoying the second glass even more than the first. The girls called us to eat, and we went into the dining room, and a third glass was offered, and the girls were drinking as well. As we finished, Sand said "Okay, lets get the table cleared, and then get ready for the celebration."
Us guys retreated to the living room, and after fifteen minutes, the girls came out, with Sandy going to her husband, Darla to her Jason, and Myla to me, each grabbing a hand of the male they were in front of, and pulling us to our feet. Myla pulled me down the hall to my bedroom, as I protested somewhat. Once inside, she pulled a bag out of the closet, saying "Get undressed, Rick."
I protested, as I burst out in dismay "What?! Why?!"
She came over, pulling on my pants to undo them, saying "We need you and the other guys to get dressed up for the celebration."
"Oh you got to be kidd..." she stopped my talking by putting a finger to my lips.
She then stated in a low voice, ""Sandy wants to have a baby, and tonight is what the celebration is for."
I grinned, asking "You mean she's pregnant?"
She smiled slyly, "Not yet."
Oh, it hit me. the mead. Ancient rite of weddings, to help for fertility if I remember correctly. I chuckled, as I disrobed down to my underwear, and she cleared her throat, and I rolled my eyes, saying "Oh all right!", as I dropped them off as well. Good thing I'd been drinking, or I would have said no way. Okay, I probably wouldn't have, but when she pulled the garment out of the bag, and handed it to me, I asked "You're joking? Right?" She scowled at me, and I just chuckled, as I said "Well bloody hell, Myla." It was a toga, nothing more. And with help from her, I soon had it on. Why was my ass cold?
She stepped back, giggled, then came up to me and wrapped her arms about me, before breaking away and saying "Now go outside and sit by the bonfire. Light it if the other two aren't out there yet." I grumbled something, before she stopped me by grabbing my hand, saying "Oh, and not a word to Jeff or Jason."
With an evil chuckle, I just shook my head and left the room, heading for the bonfire. Jason was already there, and the fire was lit by him. He was sitting on a bale, and I noticed each bale was covered by padding. Interesting, why the comforts? Yeah, I was keeping a straight face as I looked at Jason in his attire, same as mine, and same as Jeff as he finally made his appearance. Neither looked as if they knew what was going on, as Jeff also brought out three bottle of mead, handing one each to Jason and I, and taking one to the bale he sat on. We just looked at each other, shrugged, and went on drinking. An hour went by, and no girls. Okay, what's up with this? Finally, we heard it, soft singing. I glanced back to the house, and here comes the girls, dancing as they approached us. Nice, really. Rather pleasant to the eyes, even in the light from the fire. My eyes bugged out as they moved around the fire, between us guys and the fire, their bodies shining with an orange glow from the flames. Bodies covered by the thin fabric of their own toga's. Thin enough that it was obvious none were wearing a darn thing underneath. Not that it mattered, for as they danced, their breasts and privates were plain to see by us three men. They had daisy's woven in their hair, and their eyes sparkled, as they danced for us, doing turns and gyrating their lithe, feminine bodies. Rather erotic. Yes, definitely erotic. I was hard, and looking at the other two, they were as well. And eventually, they each were in front of us men, offered us their hands, and soon we were dancing with them. And all the while, they hummed and sang. No idea what it was, a chant, actually, but as we danced around the fire, Myla's hand slipped inside my toga, and I felt her tiny brown fingers wrap around my hard shaft.
I was smiling, enjoying what she was doing, as we stopped in front of our bale, and she grabbed the bottle of mead. She took a drink, and offered it to my lips, where I took a drink as well, admiring her sweet adorable brown face. She pushed me down onto the bale, and sat on my knee, and she put her lips on mine. Damn, that feels good, as our mouths opened, out hot breath escaping to form vapor in the cool night. My hand came up, and I slipped it inside her toga, gently rubbing her tiny breast, as we kept our lips locked. When she broke the kiss, she took another drink, then I did too. She then stood up, and smiled, as she pushed me onto my back. She moved to my head, and straddled my face, and I reached up and grabbed her hips, my head now underneath her toga, seeing by the firelight her gash. She leaned forward, and I felt her pull my cock out into the night air, her hot tongue working around the head, as I raised my head and began to lick her sex.
I heard moans from the others, as well as from Myla, as I found her tasty clit and began to get a good taste. Her body shuddered, as I pushed a finger into her sex, feeling her tight, virgin hole for the first time. It wasn't long before she screamed on my cock, her sweet cum covering my face as her body shuddered, going limp and only being held in place my strong hands on her waist. As she recover, she stood upright, and pulled me up to a sitting position. I looked over to my right to see Jason had Darla on her back, stroking his meat in and out of her with long, slow strokes, with her breath being visible as she exhaled hard echo time his cock bottomed out inside her womb. And over to my left was my niece, laying on her belly, as Jeff was going at it from bed her up turned ass, he having his hands clutching her white, bare butt as he pumped away.
Myla crawled onto my lap, my throbbing cock in her hands, as she straddled my legs, and guided my missile into her body. She steadied herself with her hands on my shoulders, and she slowly slid down my cock. I watched her face, contort with slight discomfort, her eyes bulging out, then she slid down some more, a smile came to her face, and her eyes closed as I leaned forward and kissed her lips. She began to ride me, sliding her cunt up and down my hard cock, and I could feel my cum begin to boil up from my nuts. Jeff was the first to loose it, as he cried out some cuss words, as Sandy whimpered as she had her own orgasm. Then it was Darla, as her body arched, she screamed loudly into the cool night air, with Jason slamming one last time, his nuts emptying inside her.
Myla, sweet little Myla, she was trembling, but not form the cool night or from fear, as I felt her tight twat convulsed repeatedly, trying to milk my cum from my. My life starting seed, ready to bust forward. And when I came, my hands clutching her tiny brown ass and pulled her up, and slammed her back down again, making her wail in my ear as we both came hard. She whimpered as she recovered her senses, and I slowly kissed her repeatedly on her face and neck. The others were still attached to one another, slowly caressing each other as they snuggled together. As was Myla and I. And, I was still hard. Very hard, as I reached down and grabbed the bottle, needing another sip of the fine intoxicating nectar.
I offered her some to her lips, and she took some into her mouth, then we kissed, our tongues exploring each other mouths. Another drink, and she said softly as she wrapped her arms about me, moving her cunt once again on my shaft, "That has a kick to it."
I chuckled, as I saw the other two couples moving about, getting ready for more loving. The guys were like I, still hard and ready for more, and I smiled. This isn't natural. It dawned on me, I never saw them open the bottles of mead. I stood up, making her groan as she bounced on my cock. Turning, I laid her onto her back, grabbed her knees and pushed them wide apart. The toga has slipped off her shoulders, laying across her flat belly, her breasts exposed now, and her nipples were jutting out long and thick. I leaned forward, and took her left nipple into my mouth and sucked hard on it, making her moan with a delightful sound, as I began to stoke my dick in and out of her body. I let go of her knees, and she held them up, putting her heels on my side, my hand going to her crotch as I tickled her tiny clit, watching as my bright white dick was pumping into her brown cunt, admiring the view.
From both sides behind me, I could hear the sound of the other two couples, copulating and going at it once more, and Myla had her eyes closed, a sensual smile on her face as I worked her tight body to a few hard cum’s before I finally roared and emptied my second load deep in her womb. I lifted her right leg up, and rolled her over onto her belly, making her whimper as her cunt twisted on my shaft. I then scooped her up in my arms, and turned and sat down, grabbed her toga and covered her up, as I felt my cum seeping from her hole and down over my balls, dripping onto the cushion below me. I snuggled her neck, and she cooed softly, as I asked "Is this what you wanted?"
She smiled, turned and kissed my cheek, nodding her head yes, saying "Oh yes."
"We going to have to do this next year?" I asked.
She giggled, asking "Do we have to wait a year?"
I chuckled, as my fingers found her tits, massaging them gently, making her sigh happily, as I stated "I mean putting a child inside of you."
Her eyes flew open, then she laughed, and turned her head just far enough to kiss me, and she said with a sparkle in her dark eyes, "You catch on quickly."
"Quicker then them, I suppose." I quipped.
She said softly, "Yeah, I suppose you're right. Must be the maturity and the knowledge of being older." She then asked in a frightened voice, "You're not going to be upset, are you?"
I chuckled, and reached down with both hands and held onto her hips as I began to thrust up into her hot cunt, saying "No, I had an inkling about this."
I pumped her in earnest, as she rode me by the dying fire, with the others going at it as well. We did it twice more by the fire, before we went to our own bedrooms and did it again. Yes, it was a very fruitful weekend, for three weeks later, they announced that all three were with child. And as Myla’s belly begins to grow, and we still continue to make passionate love, I'm looking forward to the next Autumnal Equinox.
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