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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
all the paper work was done as far as her buying the
restaurant, and she needed to go sign the papers at the
bank. I made it twenty, although I understand my
attorney and the real estate people suggest eighteen.
"Is that fair enough for you, Doris?"
"You are something else, and I'm going over and sign
those papers right away."
"Ok, and Doris, one little thing, I promised Claire she
could start the gossip of my buying the restaurant, is
that okay with you?"
"Sure, Claire needs something to do besides work at the
motel, and I will leave now to sign the papers."
"Hey Janet, would you be so kind to run the register
for a few minutes, I need to run a quick errand," Doris
asked her long time friend and employee.
Walking out with Doris, they drove down to the bank,
and were immediately shown into the bank president's
office. In less than half an hour, Barbi was now the
owner of a restaurant.
They stopped at the motel, and went around back to the
private entrance of Claire's residence. Knocking on the
door, Claire smiled and said, "So now I can start the
word about you planning on selling your restaurant?"
"No, you can't do that Claire, because Barbi just
bought it about ten minutes ago, so start the gossip
that I sold the restaurant."
The two women returned to the restaurant, and once
inside, Doris took a chair from the front table,
climbed up on it and announced, "Everyone, I love you
all, but I just sold this place to Barbi Sampson, and
now I can fulfill my dream of moving to a warm place."
After Doris spoke, Barbi pulled out another chair, and
she stood on it and announced that the restaurant would
remain like it is and she looked forward to serving all
the great customers, and to work with the employees.
Then she informed them, "Doris will stay on for another
month or two, as I have plans for the next month, and
on my return, Doris has agreed to help me run the place
for a month, so thanks to all of you for what will, I
know, be a great relationship between us in the
future."
After spending another thirty minutes with Doris, and
speaking with the restaurant staff, Barbi returned to
the motel and changed into a pair of shorts and a slip
over top. Then she drove out to Andy's farm. While
driving down the road, she saw Andy was on one of his
large tractors, and mowing hay. She turned into the
long driveway, then down the lane to where the gate led
to the field Andy was mowing. Barbi opened the gate,
drove through, got back out of her car and locked the
gate behind her. Then she drove across the field to
where Andy stopped the tractor and greeted her.
Taking the woman in his sweaty arms, he kissed her as
if they were married. Looking into his eyes, Barbi saw
that he enjoyed her and knew that someday she would be
asked to be his wife. For some unknown reason, she
sensed that he was afraid to rush things, and even she
knew that a few days did not make a lasting
relationship. Her arms hugged the large bulk of the man
and she returned his kiss, and moved her tongue into
his mouth. She loved the smell of his body, with the
hard work sweat, and mixed with the flakes of hay that
stuck to his clothing, she thought of her times when
she helped her uncle on the farm in Pennsylvania only a
year ago.
Finally Barbi stopped kissing Andy, and told him, "I
finalized the purchase of Barbi Doll Diner this
morning, so I hope you become my favorite customer, Mr.
A."
"Guess I will, and I can't wait to come, I mean become
your favorite customer, Miss B."
After a few more minutes of talking, Andy said he would
pick her up around seven and they could eat in her new
business, but if he was late, don't worry, as the
weather is supposed to be nice for the whole week and I
really want to get this hair ready to be bailed. I have
three guys coming on Wednesday to help with the
bailing, and my helper is over there on the other
tractor mowing, so I guess we should have the hay in by
Friday, he explained.
For over a week, Barbi had enjoyed driving out to see
Andy, and had come to enjoy the town. One afternoon,
after visiting Andy, and she had taken him lunch, she
decided to take a side trip of the community.
Driving back into town, Barbi down one of the many
roads that led out through the arms, and see some of
the countryside and farms in the area.
Barbi had traveled several miles, and had turned onto a
state highway and had driven about a mile when she saw
the for-sale sign at a lane leading into a farm with a
large home, and several barns. After stopping, Barbi
backed up past the lane, then pulled and drove up and
parked.
Looking around, Barbi loved the large, two story farm
house, with a widow walk, on the front corner. Old
maple trees surrounded the house and extended to the
barns that were scattered apart. Barbi wondered if they
were so placed in the event one caught fire, the
distance would keep them all from burning.
Walking up the flagstone path to the side door of the
house, Barbi looked at how well kept the garden of
flowers were in the various plots. As she neared the
house, a lady opened the door, and greeted her, "You're
the girl that was with Andy, at the American Legion
last Friday and Saturday night, aren't you?" Then she
smiled and said, "Guess you will be serving me dinner
every Sunday after church, as Claire tells me you
bought our Doris."
Smiling as the knowledge of how she was so soon known
by Andy, and buying out Doris, she replied, "You got me
on both counts, and I hope you will let me buy your
lunch for you when I return in a month to take over the
restaurant, and sell me this lovely farm."
The comment caught the woman slightly off guard, and
she looked at Barbi, saying, "Oh my dear, it is kind of
expensive, as there is almost 500 acres of land, and
all the building."
"Do you and your husband still farm the land, or do you
rent it out?"
With a sad look on her face, the lady replied, 'No -
well, actually poor Will passed away last winter. I
just can't handle the farm by myself, my two sons are
working in Chicago, and my daughter is living in
California, so they don't want anything to do with the
home place."
"I'm Barbi Sampson, and you are?"
"Please excuse my manners, I'm Belle Gladdon, but
please, just call me Bell, and I look forward to eating
in your place." Then she gave Barbi a motherly look,
telling her, "I can tell that Andy has finally found
himself a nice woman, and he is such a sweetheart." As
if she was looking across the farm for some image,
Belle said, "Do you know that Andy and his helper come
over here and mowed and baled my hay, and put it in the
barn, and didn't want any money for helping me?"
Belle invited Barbi inside, and she heated up some
water and served tea and uncovered a try of homemade
cookies. The spoke for a long time about how long she
and Will had lived on the farm, and it had belonged to
her parents, who inherited it from her grandfather, her
mother's father. Belle told how she was sad to see the
farm leave the family, but she needed to sell it and
find another place to live.
"Barbi, I have lived on this farm the entire eighty
years of my life, and now I have to move and I feel so
sad."
"Belle, call the realtor and tell him we are on our way
into seeing them, and Belle, I would love for you to
live in the house as long as you wish." Tears came into
Belle's eyes, and she looked with a sing of relief in
her eyes, as Barbi told her, "Belle, this will be your
home as long as you live, and you can be my house
guest."
Driving into town, Barbi chuckled when Belle told her,
that riding in the convertible, was like when she was a
young girl, and they rode in the wagon or buggy, even
in the rain, snow or having the hot sun bake you while
going to church, to town or visiting friends and
relatives.
The realtor, could not believe when Barbi had a
statement written into the sale transfer, and to be
added to the deed, that Belle Gladdon had the rights to
live in the home until her death, is she so desired.
Barb called Mr. Hall, her attorney from the realtor's
office, and informed him of her purchase, and said the
papers would be sent for his approval, and pending
such, to complete the purchase of the property.
After leaving the real estate office, Barbi asked Belle
to join her for coffee and a piece of old-fashioned-
sugar-cream pie at the restaurant. Walking into
Martha's, they took a table in the front by the large
window, and Doris walked over and greeted them. "What
brings the two of you here, I didn't know you knew each
other?"
"We meet at the Legion last Saturday night, and I saw
her on the street and recognized her, and she was
telling me that Claire had called her about my
purchasing your restaurant."
Walking over to the pay phone, she looked at her note
book and found Claire's residence number, and called
her. "Hi Claire, I'm at the restaurant and would like
you to come over if at all possible, I have some more
news for you to gossip about,"
She listened as Claire asked if she was getting
married?
"No, but you will be happy for me, I hope."
"Okay, let me find the maid and I will let her watch
the office while I hop over."
After Claire sat down with them, Barbi asked Doris to
join them as well. Barbi told about visiting Andy as he
was mowing, and they took a drive in the country. I saw
a for-sale sign at Belle's farm, and she and I just
bought and sold her place. "So now I have a home of my
own, and Belle will still be able to live in the only
home she has ever known, as long as she desires."
Both Doris and Claire, cried as they listened to Barbi,
and then Belle talk about the farm. It was nearly five
in the afternoon, Doris said she had to get ready for
the evening crowd.
"Oh Doris, I meant to tell you, you keep the profits
during the next month until I return as your pay for
running the place for me."
"Do I get free meals as part of my pay, boss lady,"
Doris asked in a loud laugh?
After driving Belle home, Barbi returned to the motel
and drew a hot bath. Climbing into the tub, she lay
back and fell asleep. A loud knocking on the door
brought her awake, and at first she wasn't cognizant of
where she was or what the noise was. Grabbing her robe,
she rushed to the door and asked. "Who is it?"
"Andy, you okay," he asked as she was opening the door
to allow him into her room?
"Are you all right, I've knocked on the door several
times, and no one answered, so that's why I knocked
hard?"
"Andy, I'm sorry, I had fixed myself a bath, and it was
so soothing, I fell asleep."
Looking at the clock on the bed stand, Barbi saw it was
twenty after seven. "Wow, I guess I must have been
tired from all the activity this afternoon," she told
Andy.
"Yeah, I hear you took over my other farm." "You, bad
girl, so I won't get to make the second cutting of hay
for Belle."
"Oh yes you will, and I expect some help in the hay
mow, and now how about helping dry me off," As she
tossed him a towel and dropped her robe on the floor?
"No way, if I get close to you, we will end up in bed,
and I'm famished, so get your butt in gear and take me
out to that new restaurant in town."
Unknown to Barbi, Andy had a sign made that read "BARBI
DOLL DINER" and had it put in place while she was
evidently asleep. Several of the locals were on hand
when the sign was put up, and a lot of them didn't know
that Doris had sold Martha's.
With a quick flip of his wrist, Andy slapped the
shapely hips that were pointed toward him as Barbi bent
to retrieve her robe from the floor. The slap sounded
worse than the sting, but it did leave a red hand print
on the smooth round ball of her right hip.
Jumping and yelling, she turned and jumped on him,
wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around
his torso. "If you beat me, then no nooky for you
tonight, Mr. A."
Moving her lips onto his, she felt a strong feeling of
desire as his lips returned the pressure of hers and
they were lost in each other for a brief instant. Andy
moved his fingers into the crease between her buttocks
and probed lightly against her puckered anus.
Pulling her lips from his, she gasped from the intimate
touch, and spoke in a strained voice from the feelings
his fingers were generating in her body, "Oh Andy,
stop, or we will never get to the restaurant."
Barbi put on the dress that her uncle bought her just
before he died, and she had rejected wearing last
Saturday. She knew from the look in Andy's eyes, she
looked attractive, and pulled up her dress to adjust
her stocking clamps on her panty girdle. "Nice legs,
they're girly, do you always show all that skin to
strange men in a motel room?"
"You're strange that is for sure, you brut of a man,
and my butt still stings from your assaulting me." Then
she laughed as she walked out in front of him, and
intentionally swayed her hips in an extremely sexually
provocative way.
When Andy pulled up at the restaurant, he had circled
the block so he would come from the side of the
building, and Barbi would not see the sign until she
walked around to the front door. As they approached the
building, some customers were milling around outside,
and when she was near the door the all started pointing
to the sign.
Barbi froze, as tears rolled from her eyes, and she
knew who had placed the sign over the doorway. "Thank
you Andy, and thanks to all of you for being here to
greet me, and I hope I can continue to provide the same
food you enjoy once Doris has left."
Over dinner, they spoke of her purchasing the farm, and
Andy felt a warm spot grow in his heart when he heard
that she was going to allow Belle to live in the house
as long as she wished.
After eating dinner, they moved up to the counter, and
enjoyed another cup of coffee, while having a piece of
cake for dessert. Doris walked into the restaurant,
with Bill by her side. They stopped and chatted for a
few moments, then took a table in the rear of the
restaurant.
That night they made love in a slow and gentle way.
Barbi didn't climax either time, but her body took each
stroke Andy moved into her, and she constantly moaned
out her feelings and each time he went off, she pulled
him deep inside her sex.
They lay in his large bed, and when sleep overtook
them, they lay in each other's arms. They awoke around
five in the morning and they listened as the robins
started calling to each other. Barbi moved down and
took his hard manhood into her mouth and sucked on him
until he filled her mouth with his manly fluid. Then
they drifted back to sleep, only to wake again at the
sound of the telephone ringing.
Rising from the bed, Andy went down stairs to answer
the phone. He was gone for several minutes and when he
returned, he had a look of sadness on his face. Barbi
moved from the bed and asked him what was wrong?
That was the sheriff, they just found my helper in his
truck. Evidently he had been drinking last night and
drove off the road and was killed when he hit a tree.
"The sheriff wants me to go with him to tell his wife,
maybe you could go along and talk to her as a woman."
"Andy, if I go along, the sheriff and everyone will
know I spent the night with you, and I'm not certain I
want that to go beyond you and me and Claire." Then she
added, "I hope you understand my privacy and reputation
are something I have to think about now that I'm going
to be living here."
Later that week the paper work showed up from Mr. Hall
and she had now all the papers necessary for the
purchase of the restaurant and the farm from Belle.
Once again Barbi was ready to continue her travels, and
had decided to leave the following morning. That night
she and Andy enjoyed each other until they could no
longer make love. The energy they had expended had them
laying on the backs looking at the ceiling, and Barbi
told how she and her Uncle John had visited the Grand
Canyon, and the train trip when she was eight years
old, was like a fantasy.
The next morning, Barbi drove away from the motel
around seven and did not stop for breakfast in her
restaurant, as she thought she might not be able to
leave.
For the next three days she drove in a leisure manner,
and finally she reached Salt Lake City in the
afternoon. It was still early, but Barbi felt tired and
checked into a motel. She took a bath and then lay on
the bed and studied the map that would take her to the
canyon.
The next morning she was on her way to the canyon, and
as she drove, her mind remembered how her uncle had
taken into their private compartment on the train, and
undressed her. There could be no doubt that he had
taught her the enjoyment of being fondled and made to
climax at the age of eight. Still, as she drove along
the highway, she could not understand why he would
never have intercourse with her. After she became
eighteen, she would at times, become aggressive in her
attempts to have him penetrate her, but she never
succeeded. Nor did Uncle John tell her why he wouldn't
take her and make her a woman like she desired.
That afternoon she stopped around six and got a motel
room, as she knew it would be another day before she
reached the canyon, as she liked to stop often along
the road, and just either relax or look at the view of
the desert and mountains in the distance. It seemed the
mountains were always in the distance.
The next afternoon, she arrived in Williams, and she
was surprised to find the motel her and Uncle John had
stayed in was still there, in fact, she noticed, it
appeared to have a new coat of paint on it as she
walked into the office.
She could not recall the room number her and her uncle
had when she was here more than fifteen years before,
but she noted the office looked as she remembered it in
her mind.
For the next few days, she took the train to and from
the canyon, and decided to take the mule ride down into
the canyon, for the overnight trip. The view of the
canyon brought back the fond memories of her uncle, and
she knew that he had made her fall in love with him.
As if lightning had struck her, Barbi then understood
why Uncle John would not have intercourse with her. He
understood she was in love him because of his showing
her sexual things that gave her pleasure, and knew she
had felt they were man and wife. In fact, a few times,
she had told him that they were a married couple. Uncle
John, she now understood, had known if he took her
sexually, she would never be able to be with another
man as a wife should be. She remembered the time he had
apologized to her for having introduced her to sex, and
she had responded it was something she enjoyed, no one
could have treated her any better as a child and them
as an adult when she turned eighteen. A trip back in
time, more or less, but returning to the canyon
provided her with the answer as to why her uncle had
not taken her virginity.
Then she met Andy, and she realized it was nothing more
than her uncle who had penetrated her body, and split
her hymen. Now she questioned her true feelings for
Andy, she knew they had shared the ultimate gift she
could give him, but did she really love him?
Tomorrow when I ride down into the canyon, will I see
Uncle John on the mule with mine behind him, and when
we camp out, find his image on each rock I look at, or
his face in the sunset in the afternoon?
Getting up from the bed, Barbi decided to visit one of
the bars in the town and have a beer or two. She
dressed in her shorts and top, and then decided to
change into her light-blue sun dress. She walked past a
couple of bars, then when she didn't find a place she
liked, walked back to the first one she had past, and
entered.
Barbi walked over and sat in a booth along the wall,
and the waitress came over and asked what she would
like. After ordering her beer and the waitress bring it
to her, Barbi leaned back in the booth and watched the
people in the bar.
The jukebox was playing an Elvis song, and she was just
relaxing when she heard a voice ask her, "May I join
you?"
Looking up, Barbi saw a man in his late-twenties, with
dark hair, covered by a white cowboy hat. She smiled
when he told her, "I'm a real cowboy, unless you don't
count the West, being West of Chicago by about fifty
miles."
"Hop on board, cowboy, and lets talk around the old
campfire," Barbi jokingly added to his telling that he
was a real cowboy. "By the way, Cowboy, what is your
handle in these here parts?"
"Sorry, I'm David, David McDowell, but everyone just
calls me Dave, so you might just as well follow the
rest of those whom I know.
"Sounds okay to me, Dave, and I'm Barbi Sampson, and
soon to be from Indiana."
For the next two hours, they had drinks together, and
after the band started playing, they danced and found
they had a lot of things in common.
The band started playing a slow number, and as they
danced, Barbi could feel Dave was excited and she
allowed him to pull her against him. When he moved his
leg between hers and pressed it against her sex, she
enjoyed to closeness. Barbi thought back to her days in
high school, and how the guys danced with her, and they
moved their leg between her, and rubbed their erections
against her mons, as she and Dave were doing now.
Returning to their booth at the end of the dance, Dave
sat down next to her on the seat. They were holding
hands and for whatever the reason, but she moved his
hand onto her thigh. His fingers begin to stroke up and
down the smooth material of her dress, but never moving
between her legs. Barbi knew this was not suppose to
happen if she stayed true to her feelings toward Andy.
Yet her relationship with her uncle, and his having no
problems in her dating, was how she addressed the
closeness she was sharing with Dave.
"Would you like to leave, maybe go to my motel, or
yours, if you would like," she heard Dave asking her?
Turning so she could look at Dave's face, Barbi saw he
was not being aggressive, but simply being a man with
the hopes of bedding her.
"That sounds all right, but lets go to mine," Barbie
informed him. They had both walked to the bar from
their respective motels, which they found were across
the street from the other. Entering her room, Barbi
walked over by the dresser and kicked off her shoes.
Then she turned and moved onto the bed and rested back
against the headboard. "Kick off your boats, cowboy and
grab seat right here," Barbi said as she patted the
bed.
For a few minutes they made small talk, and Barbi
wondered how long it would take before Dave would make
some move on her. She didn't wait long, as he leaned
over and pulled her flat onto the bed. Then he was
kissing her and his hands moved immediately to her
breast.
Barbi was surprised at her allowing such a sudden move
by a man she had only met a few hours previously. Then
all consideration toward right or wrong disappeared as
she felt his hand moving up her legs. Without any
resistance on her part, Dave had his fingers slipping
inside the leg band of her panty.
Dave knew he was being extremely lucky in finding a
pretty girl who allowed such an intimacy within hours
of meeting each other. Stopping his feeling of her,
Dave moved his hands and reached down to remove her
dress. Barbi knew he wanted her dress off, but he she
would need to stand up to remove it for him.
Getting off the bed, Barbi removed her dress over her
head and stood in her panties and bra. Looking at Dave,
she told him, "Take your clothes off, then help me with
my bra and panties."
Within moments, Dave was undressed and walked over and
stood behind the lovely young woman, and reached for
her bra strap. His fingers easily unhooked the bra,
pulled it from her shoulders. Then he turned her around
and as she faced him, he kneeled down and pulled her
panties down over hips, then her legs and lastly off
her feet. She knew he enjoyed the view of her sparse
hair, covered pussy, and he told her, "Your pussy hair
is so soft, and it is so thin as it covers your sex,"
Then he pushed her legs apart so he could see how if
grew down the lips of her pussy. "There are so few
hairs, I think I could count them," Then he kissed her
mons.
Barbi had notice that Dave's cock was likely six inches
long, and the head looked almost purple in color from
all the blood it contained. Barbi was fascinated with
the curve of his cock as it seemed to almost bend
upward about half way down the shaft.
They moved together, then they eased each other down
onto the bed. Dave spent a few minutes sucking her
nipples, then moved between her legs. Barbi reached
down and took his cock in her hand and guided it to her
waiting damp cove. With a straight shove, Dave entered
her sex about half way, then he pulled back and again
strove to lodge his cock completely inside the wet
pussy, that took him completely.
Dave rode Barbi with short and quick jabs with his
cock, and the upward curve was striking inside her sex
and causing strange sensations from hitting the top of
her vagina as he moved in and out of gripping sex. The
feeling of Dave's cock head against the top of her
pussy, was building her to a unique climax.
Then she felt him push as deep as his cock could reach
and his cum exploded from this balls and through his
cock and against her cervix. Barbi cried out her own
release and wondered if she had an orgasm, and that it
was different from a climax. Her legs were wrapped up
around his back, and her thighs were almost to his
shoulders as she humped back at the exploding cock.
They rested and talked for a while and Dave was soon
ready for a repeat of the sex. They spent the night
together, and by the time they got out of bed, they had
engaged in sex five times.
They kissed goodbye at the door, and Barbi walked over
to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She felt a
strange feeling pass through her body, then let the
warm water erase the muscles that had tightened up from
being bent and twisted in various positions by Dave.
When he took her doggie style, she loved feeling him
press so deep with the strange shape of his cock.
The trip down the canyon on the mules was like a new
ride, so many things to see, and her young eyes did not
capture the beauty of the canyon walls, and the
changing colors as the Sun rose in the sky. Looking
down into the abyss, made her feel small in comparison
with the grandeur of natures images. When the finally
reached the bottom, they rode to where they would spend
the night and dismounted from the mules.
A hot meal was waiting as they attempted to walk the
short distance, as their hips hurt from the bumping and
jostling on the hard saddles. Thinking to herself, the
ride down on the mules, may not be the only reason I
feel sore. The love making, Dave had given her was
entirely different from what she experienced with Andy.
She felt like a pretzel at times, as Dave would pull
one of her legs up in the air, then let it rest on his
shoulder, then move in and out of her fast and hard.
Once she felt him kneel on the bed, with his cock in
her pussy, and he held her legs wide apart, by her
ankles, and he would raise her hips and shove into her
as hard as possible. A few times she asked him, "Dave,
not so hard, and don't stretch my legs any farther
apart, I feel like your splitting me into."
While eating, one of the guides came over and sat next
to her, after asking him if could join her. Speaking
with him, Barbi found out he was an Apache Indian and
had worked with the mules for five years as a guide.
While they spoke, Barbi knew he found her attractive,
and likely was seeing if she would be available for any
dalliance later on in the evening. She laughed at the
idea of making love at the bottom of the Grand Canyon,
then found the muscular young Indian handsome, and his
short body showed he must be exceptionally strong.
"You're an American Indian, and your name is Weed, or
are you having fun at my expense," Barbi asked as she
smiled at him.
:Yeah, they started calling me Weed, when I was about
four, cause I grew so fast." After that fast burst of
growth, I just kind of stopped growing, so I'm just a
short weed," He said and laugher about his own height.
They hiked the rest of the day, and then had a supper
under the stars, and when the sun had passed over the
canyon walls, the darkness was unlike any night Barbi
could remember. Around nine that evening, Weed asked
her, "Would you like to take a walk, I knew a nice
place to relax, that no one else even knows exist?"
"Why not, but Weed, lets be honest, we both know what
the purpose of the walk is about, correct?"
"Only if you say so, but I think you pretty and very
nice and if you just want to walk and talk, that is not
a problem."
They hiked about an hour before they came to a small
canyon that opened up into a larger one, and at the one
side of the rock wall a small stream created a small
waterfall that ended in a pond, that seemed ran for a
short distance and seemed to disappear under the rocks.
"How pretty, how many women have you shown this place
Weed?" Then Barbi smiled at the young Indian, who she
found out he was 24-years-old, and added, "And how many
did you pacify with your personal tomahawk?"
"You're not only cute, but you're funny, as well,
little Barbi," Weed told her, but not answering her
questions.
"How many Weed, and be honest, or I will let you find
your own way home?"
"Lots, and I think maybe twenty, maybe fifty, I can't
say for sure, that is the truth."
"How deep is the water," Barbi asked?
"Not more than a couple feet at best, and that is where
the water bounces like a waterfall, and it is cold, but
we can take a bath together, if you'd like to do so."
Without answering him, Barbi unzipped her jacket,
pulled it off, then unbuttoned her shirt and lay it on
top of her jacket. Weed was watching her, and when she
removed her bra, made it a teasing display before
allowing her breast to show in the night light. Barbi
could feel the chill of the night air making her
nipples pucker and become hard.
Barbi unfastened her belt, the unbuttoned the metal
button at the top of her levis, the pulled the zipper
down, and pushed her levis down and off her legs. As
she removed her panties, she saw Weed was fast in
removing his own clothes.
When she was nude, she walked to the small pool and
stepped in, "God, it is cold Weed." Then she became
brave and sat down in the water and washed under her
arms, and between her legs. By then, Weed was next to
her and started washing her back and then her stomach,
and then his hands moved over her breasts, washing
them. Barbi knew Weed was simply feeling them under the
guise of washing her. Slowly Weed washed each of her
legs and then his fingers sought out her opening into
lower body.
Barbi's hands had not been idle, as she had sought out
the penis that she had seen growing upward as Weed had
undressed. Under the water, she found an extremely
thick cock that she guessed was no more than five
inches long. But it was thicker than Andy's, of that
she was certain. Reaching with her other hand, she
found his scrotum was extremely large and the contents
were two large round nuts that hung heavily in their
low slung pouch. Barbi knew would produce a thick,
large amount of cum, inside her pussy, when they
emptied deeply up her welcoming sex.
Weed moved his mouth and captured her right nipple and
sucked it for too short of time in Barbi's opinion,
then she felt his teeth closing around it in a tight
biting act of conquest. His teeth closed even tighter,
and Barbi moaned and told him, "Not so hard, Weed, oh
not so hard!"
Instead, Weed, bite her even harder on the small pink
tip adorning her mammary gland. A sharp pain seemed to
travel through her nipple as Weed kept the pressure on
her harden buds. The instinct Barbi felt she was going
to slap the man who was creating a pain so unique, she
seemed to relish the pleasure in the stinging feeling.
Then his teeth released her tender nipple, but Barbi
discovered Weed was only moving to her left nipple.
Again the sharp biting brought out a pain that was so
intense, it seemed that Barbi wanted more. Her right
nipple still tingled from being bitten as her left one
was now receiving the same abuse, if one could call it
that, Barbi thought.
At one point it seemed to Barbi that her nipple would
be bitten off, but just at that moment of pressure,
Weed would slightly release his teeth's bite, only to
commence again, while biting, his tongue was flipping
across the nipple captured between his teeth. Barbi had
her hand gripping the thick cock of Weed, then she felt
his fingers invade her pussy as the pressure on her
nipple increased, "My god, oh Weed, I feel like - - -,"
Barbi fell forward against Weed as the combination of
her nipple being bit, and his fingers playing in her
pussy, while he rubbed her clit with his thumb, causing
Barbi to climax.
Weed guided Barbi to the edge of the pool and as she
lay back, moved on top of her and drove his cock into
her open sex in one savage, and almost violent thrust.
"Weed, oh god take it easy, you are so thick!"
Weed pounded out his sexual needs in rapid and hard
drives up into the tender opening between Barbi's
thighs. Only to pull back fast as her tightness gripped
him as if he would pull out of her wanton and highly
charged pussy. Barbi raised her legs in the air, and
spread them open so Weed had complete freedom to drive
up into her body as hard and in any manner he desired.
Barbi could feel her climax approaching and when it
hit, she wailed out only a continuous shrill sound,
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY." The sound continued as
she climaxed over and over, then felt she would pass
out as he caught her right nipple between his thumb and
finger. He squeezed as hard as he could, and he felt
her pussy gripping him so hard, he could not move in
and out of her, he could only rut like an animal
against her pubic area.
His cock spewed out his thick white cum, and shot up
into her at lest four times, then he felt his cum
running thin like from his cock into the pussy under
him.
Barbi could not move, and she lay with her legs wide
apart after Weed moved from between them. She could
feel the warm cum running from her pussy, and down
across her anus, where it cooled from the night air.
Her legs shook from the intense feeling her body was
still accepting as if it was still climaxing. Never,
Barbi thought, could I describe the feeling I received
from Weed.
After rinsing off in the pool, they lay back, and Weed
asked, "Would you suck me and get me hard so we can
enjoy it once more together?"
"Weed, no way will we have sex again, as my nerves
haven't even started to settle down from what you just
gave me," Barbi replied. Why Barbi didn't know, but she
asked Weed, "Kiss me gentle, hold me in your arms for a
few minutes, before we dress and go back."
They lay together as Weed did as she requested. She
could feel him becoming hard as his cock was starting
to poke against her upper thigh. Barbi pulled Weed into
her arms and moved him until he was atop her. Reaching
down to catch his cock in her hand, as she asked him,
"Weed be soft and easy this time, I want to remember
you as someone who gave me a horrendous climax, but
also gave me gentleness and mellow loving experiences.
For more than a half hour, Weed took the woman in
gentle strokes, and when he felt he was going to
ejaculate, he would pause until he had the need too
shot his seed into the woman in check, them Weed was
again moving his cock in her tight sheath.
Walking back to the camp, neither said a word, but they
both knew it would certainly be one of the most
exciting times they would ever have when making love.
Something passed in the far recesses of Barbi's mind,
and she felt like something had commenced growing in
her womb.
Two days later, Barbi headed for the Yosemite National
Park. She had net with Weed the night before she left,
and again she seemed to be completely at loss to
understand her enjoyment of feeling her nipples' nearly
bitten off. When Weed asked if he could do her butt,
she at first said no, but finally agreed if he promised
to be slow and not hard.
The experience was enjoyable for both, and she loved
feeling his large pouch striking against her labia as
he rode her hips, while she stood on the floor, with
her hands on the bed.
For her stay at Yosemite, she found it necessary to
stay outside the park in the nearby town of Bridgeport,
California. Then drive each day to the park.
Barbi then drove to San Francisco, and took a hotel
room in the heart of the city for five days. She loved
visiting the city, and along the water front. The first
night, she had dinner in the hotel restaurant, and
enjoyed the fresh fish.
After eating, she walked into the cocktail lounge and
found it was fairly full. There were no tables
available, so she took a stool at the end of the bar.
Within a few minutes she was in conversation with two
well-dressed men, who said they were in town from
Philly. They enjoyed each others company, and finally
the one called Jim, asked if she would like to join
then in a bar down the street from the hotel.
Looking at Dean, the other man, she decided it would be
fun, and they told her they were both thirty-seven, and
married, "But not tonight, Barbi," Jim told her.
Feigning she was shocked, Jim might cheat on his wife.
Barbi spoke with a shock sound in her voice, "Why you
boys are absolutely terrible, and you will forget your
wedding vows, for a poor little girl like me?" Then she
smiled and looked at Dean and asked, "Would you try to
take advantage of a poor little girl like me, also?"
"YES!" Barbi busted up laughing as they answered in
unison in loud voices.
Walking down the street they came to the bar named,
"Royal Scotchman," that Dean had visited before, and as
they entered, Barbi saw the decor was like an old time
Scottish pub. They moved past several men and women who
were standing at the hostess stand, waiting for a table
to eat dinner. The only space available was one bar
stool, which Dean said that they would let her set on,
and he and Jim would stand. Dean reached around her
waist and picked Barbi up, and sat her on the stool.
The bartender, large burly man, with a heavy mustache
lake a Scottish man of the 1800 hundreds, greeted them
and asked, "What are we having to drink gentlemen, and
especially your lovely companion?" Then he suggested
they try some of their house special, single malt.
Sounds great to me, Barbi said and remembered that
Uncle John loved to drink single malt whiskey, and she
ordered the one he would drink, but she could only half
way pronounce the name, and the bartender, knew what
she wanted and told her, "Terrific choice, the best we
have in the house."
Dean and Jim said they would have the same, and when
they saw the bill, and it was five dollars a shot, they
couldn't believe the price. Jim looked at Barbi and
asked her, "You're expensive, and how do you know about
this Scotch?"
Barbi told them that it was what her uncle would drink
and when they were in Chicago and staying in the Palmer
House, she had watched Uncle John sip it and tell her
how good it was. Then they spoke about their lives, and
she told them only that she was simply a farm girl who
was on her first vacation alone.
They enjoyed speaking with Barbi, and as they were
nearing time to leave the bar, as it was closing in
twenty minutes, they asked her if she wanted to join
them for a drink at the hotel. "Sure, but why don't we
order room service, in my room when we get back to the
hotel?" Then she added, "That way when we call it a
night, I won't have to walk from your room to mine."
While waiting for their drinks to arrive, and they had
ordered some steak and eggs, they discussed her
traveling alone, and how it must have been fun to visit
the Grand Canyon and Yosemite, and now San Francisco.
Jim wanted to know where she was headed for next, and
she told them Seattle, and then would go to Yellowstone
and the Tetons. The drinks and food arrived in about
forty-five minutes and after eating the food, sipped
the scotch. Barbi looked at the two men and realized
they weren't certain-how to proceed in seeing if she
was amiable to becoming involved with them. Somehow she
wondered if one was afraid to act in front of the other
as they worked together, and their wives were sisters.
Standing up, Barbi told them, "You guys stay here, as I
need to take a quick shower and then I will be right
back, okay?"
Walking into the bathroom, she left the door open, and
as she undressed, wondered what it will be like to be
with both of them? Perhaps one of them will leave, or
both, Barbi thought as she let the water spray across
her body. Her hands reached down and washed between her
legs, and her fingers reached inside and cleansed her
vagina, in the event she became dessert.
Wrapping a large bath towel around her body, and not
putting her underwear back on, she knew that if she
moved the wrong way the terry cloth would fall, leaving
her nudity displayed for them to view. Even trying to
sit would be most likely be a problem, as if her legs
should not be held in the proper way, they would likely
have a view of her pussy. Barbi was enjoying the
freedom of sex and this was another chance to explore
what she hadn't during her previous twenty-three years.
"You are something else, girl," Dean said as she walked
into the room and slowly climbed up on the bed and
leaned back. As she scooted back, her thought of the
towel falling from her body became a reality. Well, she
thought, I'll go for it and see what happens, Barbi
thought as she asked them, "Why don't the two of you
undress and make me a happy and satisfied woman?"
Jim was the first to be undressed, and he moved onto
the bed with Barbi and promptly begin to make oral love
to her. Stopping only long enough to describe how thin
her pubic hair was, then his tongue was searching as
deep inside her pussy as it could lick.
When Dean watched Jim, take her with his mouth, he was
soon on the bed, and Barbi started sucking his slender
six-inch cock. Taking his cock deep in her mouth, she
jacked him and sucked him until he shot his cum in her
mouth. The narrowness of his cock allowed her to enjoy
sucking him off, as she could take him deep in her
mouth, and he didn't spread her lips so far apart.
After Dean went off, she asked Jim, "Why don't you
bring that hard bone of yours up here and take me deep
and hard?" No more than the time it took her to say it,
Jim was over her body, and his cock was buried in her
pussy and he stroked her long and hard.
The cock in her pussy was at least seven inches long, a
little thicker, possibly, than Dean's, but Jim knew how
to move it in her sex. He would stroke it up one side
of her pussy, then shove it up the other side, and then
try to hit the top, and then the bottom, as he moved in
and out of her.
She felt Jim ready to cum, and when he did, he groaned
out, "Damn, you have a tight pussy, oh hell it is so
tight!"
They rested for nearly an hour, then Barbi got them
both hard and she mounted Jim, and then told Dean, who
had the narrow cock, to put it up my butt. "Oh yeah,
I've always wanted to take a woman up her ass, and now
is my chance," Dean moaned out as his cock slipped up
Barbi's anus. They rode her for at least ten minutes
before Dean went off first, and he pulled out of her
butt. Then Barbi moved with Jim still in her pussy,
until she was on her hands and knees and he rode her
doggie style. In another few minutes' Jim was ready to
release his load, and as he did so, Barbi cried out,
"Oh hell, I'm cummmmmiiiinnnngggg,
hhhhhaaaaarrrrrddddd, yeahhhh!"
Barbi lay prone on the bed and both Dean and Jim moved
and lay beside her. Jim was laying with his head next
to hers, while Deal had his head by her feet. Dean
could see the cum running from both her anus and her
pussy, and the sight was a turn on. He became erect
again in a few more moments, and he moved up and
commenced working his cock into her anus. The cum
inside made his entry easy, and he rode her for several
minutes.
Jim was watching them and his cock again got hard, and
as Dean started to build up to cum, he had Barbi raise
her hips in the air, while she rested on her breast and
shoulders. Dean shot another load of cum up her butt,
and Barbi was moaning out the total time he was
pounding her back door.
When he shot off, he pulled out and Jim told Barbi,
"No, keep your ass in the air, I want to put it up your
butt, also." He rode her deep and hard and as he did,
Barbi reached back between her legs and played with his
bag and just before he went off, she started to rub her
clit.
"YEAH, I'M GOING TO CUM, OH YEAH, NOW," Barbi cried out
from the cock stroking her back hole, but more of her
cumming, was from masturbating herself.
Flopping down on her back, her legs parted to find
relief, Barbi could only whisper, "No more, guys, just
leave, so I can go sleep." They dressed in silence,
then Jim kissed her cheek and told her good night. Dean
kissed her forehead, and asked, "Want to get together
tomorrow night?" "Not in a million years, you guys have
made my butt so sore, I won't be able to ride the cable
cars in the morning." Jim and Dean let themselves out
the door, telling Barbi, "Goodnight."
Barbi didn't wake up until nearly nine-thirty the next
morning, and she filled the tub with hat water, and
poured in a small bottle of bath oil, then sat in the
water, until she was relaxed enough to dress and go
eat, then explore the city.
Walking the streets of the city, Barbi fell in love
with San Francisco, and loved strolling through the
department stores. Walking into Sacs Fifth Avenue, she
looked for gifts for her friends back in her new
adopted home.
Walking past a table, with beautiful silk scarves from
Paris, she found one with various dogs in the design
and purchased it for Belle. Then she found a nice
blouse for Doris that had a scalloped neck line that
Barbi knew would allow her round breast to be
highlighted, and likely shown off for the first time in
her life. Passing the rack of beautiful hats, she found
a wide brimmed, tan colored hat, she knew Claire would
enjoy, as she almost always wore a hat when she was
outside or going some place.
Leaving Sacs after purchasing a new suit and blouse for
herself, she wondered what to purchase for Andy. After
wandering in and out of a couple other stores, and
decided not to get a tie, or shirt, she passed a window
display of men's Western ware jackets, and coats.
Catching her attention was a dark brown vest, with
silver adornments, and rawhide ties.
Entering the store, the aroma of leather permeated the
store, and the clerk greeted her. She wanted to view
the vest like the one in the window, only to be told
that was the only one like the display model. Telling
the clerk how large Andy was, he removed the vest in
the window, and she thought it should fit Andy.
The vest was lined with sheep wool, and the price was
more than Barbi had planned on spending, but she knew
how handsome Andy would appear in the vest, and his
friends would be jealous. Purchasing the vest, she
found a pair of cowboy boots that were identical in
color to the vest, with silver trim on the toes and
heels. Barbi knew Andy's shoe size because they had
discussed how large he was and that he had such large
feet to support his massive frame. After buying both
items, she asked if they could be gift-wrapped, as she
had the other items wrapped at Sacs.
As she was leaving the store, she decided to take a
taxi back to the hotel, drop her items off in her room
and then come back out for more shopping.
Around five in the afternoon, Barbi returned to the
hotel after spending the past few hours visiting book
stores, and small boutiques. Barbi had found two books
that she purchased, one for Mr. Hall, and the other for
Andy.
Shopping in the women's stores, she had found some lacy
and brilliantly colored linguine. Barbi bought a dozen
matching bra and panty sets for herself, and four of
the most exotic and lovely slips, and two half-slips,
also. Some, Barbi knew were scandalous, and laughed as
she decided if anyone were to look at her in them, they
would certainly see a lot of her through the lacy
inserts in the undergarments.
Barbi unwrapped one package that she had found in a
store that evidently catered to women with erotic
taste. Looking at the black satin, and trimmed in red
lace, bustier, with straps and garters to hold up a
woman's hosiery, she decided it was a must-have. Barbi
loved the imported French designed, Merry Widow, and
disrobing, slipped into the sensual undergarment. Then
she pulled the new smooth as silk nylons, up her legs,
and fastened each stocking to the garter.
Walking over to look in the mirror, Barbi realized how
exotic she appeared in the corset, and decided tomorrow
she would return to the store, purchased a couple more
corsets, in different colors. Removing the garment and
hosiery, she lay back on the bed and decided to take a
short nap before bathing and dressing for dinner.
Setting the alarm for six-thirty, she promptly fell
asleep, and when the alarm sounded, woke with a
refreshed feeling.
Barbi poured some of the bath crystals into the water
as it filled the tub, and climbed into the bubbling
water and lay back and let her body enjoy the over warm
bath water. Reaching for her razor she shaved her legs
with extreme care, as she wanted her legs to feel
complete perfect, when she wore her new stockings and
the bustier to dinner. Hold the razor at just the right
angle, Barbi trimmed the few hairs that grew along her
legs, next to her labia.
Standing up and stepping from the tub, Barbi moved till
she could view her body in the full length mirror on
the bathroom wall, next to the door. Pulling her legs
apart, and pulling the waste basket over so she rested
her foot on it, she was able to view her sex. Thinking
to herself, she wondered why her pubic hair never grew
on her mons? It is so thin, and still has the feeling
of the hair on a baby's head it is so soft. Looking at
the small growth of hair that extended less than
halfway down her labia, made Barbi wonder if she would
grow some real hair over her sex? Nuts, I'm twenty-
four, and I have hair like I did when it first grew
over my sex, Barbi complained to herself.
She remembered how her uncle had often spoke of her pre
adolescent appearance when he was kissing or licking
between her thighs. He loved to take the few hairs
between his lips and pull lightly on them. Last night
Jim and Dean had both commented about her small tuft of
sleek blonde fur. Dean had asked her, "Are you certain
your not eleven years old, with such a dainty little
thatch of hair, and such a small sex between those
charming legs?"
"Actually, I'm only ten, but I will be eleven next
month, is that problem mister," Barbi had responded in
a joking voice?
Barbi set her hair in rollers, then walked from the
bathroom, slipped on the Merry Widow, then eased the
hose up her legs until she could snap the garters onto
them. Barbi felt bold in wearing such a garment for the
first time and decided to wear the new dress he had
found on sale at Sacs.
Tonight I'm going to be brazen, and she decided and
would not wear panties. Slipping the dress over her
head of curlers, she reached down the pulled the short
zipper up on the right side of the dress near her
waist. Walking into the bathroom, she removed the
curlers from her hair and brushed it until the curls
were exactly as she wanted them. Looking in the vanity
mirror over the sink, she applied her makeup and walked
into the bedroom, then put on a pair of the new shoes
she had purchased. Stepping back into the bathroom, she
looked in the mirror, seeing she looked attractive from
head to toe.
Picking up her purse, she left her room and took the
elevator to the lobby. Walking to the restaurant, Barbi
knew she was being watched by the men seated in the
lobby, also by those in the cocktail lounge as she
walked to the restaurant.
Barbi ordered a small steak, and a salad to be served
with her meal, and enjoyed a cup of hot tea as she
waited for her order to be served.
She had asked the waiter to let her study the menu and
her mind took into consideration a few items that she
thought might be good for her own restaurant. The
dessert portion of the menu contained an item that she
was going to order and if it was as good as it sounded,
she would have it available at "Barbi Doll Diner" when
strawberries were available. For dessert she ordered
the chocolate-covered strawberries, and they came with
a small container of whipped cream to dip them in. They
were absolutely delicious, and she asked the waiter if
she could speak to the manager.
The manager arrived at her table, and evidently
believed she had wanted to see him to make a complaint.
"No, I've not got a complaint. Rather, I want to ask
about your chocolate-covered strawberries." Barbi
explained about the restaurant she had purchased and
that she would like to know how the chocolate was
prepared for dipping. The manager told her he would
take her to the kitchen and she could speak to the
chef, when she was finished with her dinner.
After another cup of coffee, and the manager, Bob
Clemson, had stayed and visited with her, they walked
together to the kitchen. She was introduced to the
chef, Pierre Beucamp, and they spoke about how
wonderful her meal had been and then Barbi asked how
the chocolate was prepared.
The chocolate was slightly flavored with just a hint of
anise, and the licorice flavor was so slight it was
barely noticeable, but added a mystique to the
chocolate, the Chef, informed her in his deep French
accent.
Leaving the restaurant, after thanking the manager and
chef, she walked into the lounge. She saw Dean and Jim
were at the bar, and before they saw her, Barbi walked
to the hotel entrance and asked the doorman to get her
a taxi.
She apologized to the driver for wanting just a short
trip, but she did not feel comfortable walking on the
street at night unescorted. Then as she paid her fare,
gave the driver a dollar tip for his trouble.
Strolling to the bar, Barbi walked around the long
rectangle bar until she found an open stool. Climbing
up on the stool, her foot slipped and she fell against
the man seated on the next stool. "I've only had coffee
tea, honest, and I'm so sorry to have bumped you,"
Barbi apologized to the man. As she got seated the
bartender from last night remembered her and served her
the same single malt Scotch as she had drunk last
night. "Thank you, and you remembered what I had last
night, that is kind of you."
With his deep Scottish accent, he told her that he
could always remember a lovely lady like herself. "In a
moment, the stool by the waiter stand will be open and
it is by itself, and if want to change seats, we can
visit when I'm not busy." Within five minutes the stool
opened and the bartender carried her drink to the end
of the bar where he mixed drinks.
"That would be nice, and I love the way the bar is
decorated."
The bartender told Barbi the owner had traveled to
Scotland and took photographs of several bars there.
Then he had his architect incorporate various parts of
the interiors of those bars copied and merged to make
them into what this bar looked like.
For the next four hours, Barbi explained about her
purchasing the restaurant and the large farm, and that
she was taking a long vacation to relax and plan her
life. She spoke of her uncle and how he had raised her
from the time she was eight, until passing away a
little more than a year previously. They spoke of her
traveling to Paris and England, and she had said that
in two years she was considering a trip to Ireland, and
now she would include Scotland in her itinerary.
The Scottish bartender, had advised Barbi earlier that
his name was Sean, and Barbi was enjoying speaking with
the large man, and found that he was knowledgeable on
almost every thing going on in the world. He told her
about his home in Scotland and his parents, and how
they asked him not to leave Scotland and travel to
America. He had been in San Francisco since arriving in
the United States in 1952, and was recruited to work
this bar by the owner when they meet in the pub where
he worked.
Around a quarter-till-midnight, Sean said they would be
closing soon, but would enjoy speaking with her some
more, and perhaps she would enjoy having a coffee and
some breakfast with him after he finished up when he
closed. "There is a great little restaurant where all
the bar people go after work to eat, and I would love
you going with me."
"Sounds like fun, and you can tell me more about your
country and what I should see if I go there next year."
Barbi waited on the bar stool after the bar closed, and
Sean was also the night manager, so there was no
problem in her waiting for him to finish his work. He
introduced her to the waiters and the one lone waitress
who worked serving the tables. It was nearly twelve-
thirty when he finished his work, and then they left
for breakfast. The small restaurant was not that small
and had twenty-five tables and a counter. They took one
of the three tables that weren't occupied and over
coffee and scrambled eggs and ham, the spoke as if they
were friends for a considerable time. Barbi loved
listening to the waiters and waitresses as they told
about being stiffed by the customers and not even
getting a dime from some.
Sean told them if the same people showed up again let
him know and he would short their drinks. By two in the
morning, they had decided to leave, and Sean asked
which hotel she was staying in. They walked back to the
hotel, and Barbi asked if he would like to come to her
room?
"That would be a wonderful thing and I have so enjoyed
speaking with you, Barbi."
They went to her room and she kicked off her shoes and
told Sean she should take off his shoes if he wanted to
be comfortable. After he removed his shoes, Barbi
looked at the rugged looking Scotchman, and although
she had no original thought of having sex with him, her
body became excited from his simply taking his shoes
off.
She sat in a chair at the small table in the room, and
Sean sat in the one across from her. "How about a cup
of dark coffee, they have a special brew here in the
hotel and it is extremely good, so if you wish, I will
order some from room service."
"I would love to have a cup with you, and Barbi, you
are truly an attractive woman, how did it happen you
never married?"
'That is a long story, but perhaps I will explain it to
you some time."
"When are you leaving from her to continue your trip,
"Sean asked?
"My original idea was to leave the day after tomorrow,
on Friday, and head for Seattle."
"I'm off on Thursday night, and if you weren't leaving
I would love to take you out to dinner at the finest
restaurant, or so I believe, in the city."
"If your buying, I'll stay," Barbi replied and laughed
as she made a face too indicated she was like a young
girl.
Barbi could sense that Sean wanted to hold and kiss
her, and she knew he wanted to make love with her. Yet
she understood he was truly a person who would not
force himself without knowing his advances wouldn't be
offensive. Barbi had been brave on the entire trip when
it came to men, and since losing her virginity to Andy
a few weeks ago, she had let her sexual desires be
quenched in extreme intensity of satisfaction.
Barbi walked over to the phone and called room service
to have a pot of coffee delivered to her room. After
ordering the coffee, Barbi walked back to where Sean
was seated and reached down with her hand and stroked
his face.
"Sean, I don't want you to feel ill, toward me, but I
would enjoy your spending the night with me, if you
would like to do that."
"You must be joking if you believe I wouldn't want to
be with you, and to hold you in my arms all night, and
I won't think you're not nice."
They coffee arrived in about ten minutes, and as they
sipped it, Barbi moved to the other side of the table
in front of Sean. Turning her side to him, she asked,
"Unzipped me, there, then pull my dress up over me and
before you ask, don't," Barbi told as she knew he was
about to question her if she was a virgin.
When he stood in front of her, pulled the dress up over
her body, he saw the bustier and stocking Barbi was
wearing, with no panties. "My god, you're absolutely
fantastic looking, and I love the fine hair over her
sex."
"Thank you, now undress and take me in your arms and
make love to me."
Barbi felt Sean, move his cock into her open pussy, she
shuddered as he moved in such a smooth and yet strong
way up into her until his groin was pressed against her
mons. Instead of stroking back and forth, in her sex,
Sean rubbed his pubic bone against her clitoris and she
felt herself building from the constant pressure on her
small clit. Her pussy commenced to spasm around his
manhood as he held it deep inside her body, while
grinding against the juncture of her thighs.
Barbi could feel her body start to shake from the
pleasurable sensations inside her sex, and she felt her
vaginal walls tightening around the manhood inside her
pussy as tremors forced her hips to rise and fall under
the large bulk of the man laying amongst her legs. Her
climax took her to fulfillment and the feeling was
unlike any sex she had previously experienced, and she
sobbed as her release rolled from her body. "Sean, oh,
yesss, ohhhh, Seam I'm there... so good, oh its soooo
goodddd, yeahhh!"
Then Sean commenced stroking back and forth in the wet
and hot sex his cock had just given pleasure to, and
now he was moving faster and slightly harder. Each time
he pulled back he could feel her pussy gripping him, as
if it was afraid he would pull completely out of her
deep crevasse. Then Sean felt his cum ready to be
released and seek a haven deep up the cervix of the
woman under him. "Take it Barbi, I'm cumming, oh hell
that is good, you're tight, so good, AWGH!"
Silence overtook them, and holding each other, they lay
as they did when their climaxes merged together in
Barbi's hot pussy. Both of them were overcome in
surrender from the exhilarating thrill of cumming
together, and they dozed in each other's arms.
Barbi sobbed as she stirred, with the knowledge she had
experienced a union of her body with a man, that gave
her the ultimate pleasure she had ever felt when she
and Sean climaxed together. Her small frame of a body
cradled the bulk of the large red-haired man who lay
over her and between her thighs. His weight did not
seem heavy to her, though she knew he must weigh more
than two hundred pounds. Her sex could feel him growing
inside it, and yet he slept in her arms, and from some
far distance land, Barbi knew she could never enjoy a
man more than Sean.
A strange feeling passed through her body and soul,
almost a dreaded fear of the future or what it held for
her. That thought suddenly disappeared as Sean stirred
between her thighs, and as he became awake, he slowly
begins to move in the act of copulation. Barbi felt her
hips move up to meet the thrust and subsequent
withdrawal of the erect manhood, probing her inner
body. For the next five minutes she cried out her
pleasure, and listened as the man giving her such
feelings, simply grunted with each inward and outward
strokes of his cock inside her pussy as she again cried
out her needs and release.
Still the large man rode her body, and within moments,
Barbi, felt her body shake, her thighs clamped around
the back of the man, stoking inside her body, with his
extremely firm, blood-filled penis. Yet she knew he was
not ready to release his seed into her body the second
time, and he stoked and made exploratory searches in
her pussy with his male organ, until she again felt the
moment of intense pleasure in sexual joining of her
body with Sean.
How Barbi wondered, could such a feeling come from the
minuscule opening, when compared with her body overall,
between her legs? Barbi marveled at how the stalk of
flesh that dangled from Sean's groin, now probing
inside her sex, caused such intense pleasure in the
human body? Her body was racked with another extremely
acute climax, she felt Sean tense, then push as deep
into her pussy as his cock could reach. Barbi knew he
was again giving her his cum once more, and it was
filled with billions of sperm.
Her cries of pleasure were nearly the sounds of
exasperation, as the sensations were so strong in their
degree of sexual gratification, she made sounds a
trapped animal might make as it cried out in
frustration and pain. She felt her wetness issue from
the walls of her vagina, running out from her sex,
along with those of the man who had just given her the
most intense sexual release. Barbi was only slightly
aware when Sean moved from between her legs, as she was
involved in her own thoughts as she considered what her
constant needs for another man to give her love
amounted to, especially when she realized she craved
men, sexually!
God, she thought, did Uncle John know that I would
experience sex with various men, before I might find
the one who could create waves of pleasure through my
body? Her memory of Andy taking her virginity, of Weed
biting her nipple until she thought she could no longer
stand the pain, but did, and being taken by Dan and Jim
together, and now Sean. Yes, Sean who brought her off
one time after the other, until now she lay with her
legs apart and felt his cum running down across her
anus. Barbi wondered where all the cum went that didn't
drain from her pussy after a man went off, did it soak
into the walls of her vagina?
Her mind was thinking of how she had so let herself
enjoy be with the massive built Scot who was so gentle
in his love making, and how he brought her body to suck
peaks of fulfillment. Barbi went to sleep within
moments of these thoughts, but Sean was awake from the
excitement he had received from the pretty woman laying
next to him. He rose onto his elbows and bent over her
torso.
Sean let his eyes pass over her pubic area, and he was
amazed at the wetness still oozing from the tiny, and
almost nonexistence labia, guarding the slit that made
her a woman. He thought her sex must be no larger than
that of a pubescent girl, and was amazed that it was
covered with only a sparkling of fine soft down. When
they had made love, Sean had thought she must have
shaved the hair off over her mons, and alongside her
pussy.
Now he saw the ultimate, in his mind, the vulva that a
woman could possess, a small sex. No wonder she felt so
tight, and almost virginal, as he made love to her.
Sean knew she had given him something that other men
had not likely received when she allowed then to
penetrate her, that being her complete self in
surrender.
Then he lay back and pulled the covers up over them,
turning on his side, he snuggled against her body and
moved his arm until he was hugging her. Then he went to
sleep in a deep feeling of having been sexually
satisfied for the first time in his life.
Barbi was the first to wake in the morning, and looking
at the clock, found it was nearly nine o'clock. She
eased from the bed so as not to wake the man next to
her. Returning from the bathroom, she sat in the chair
at the table and sat studying the head of the man who
lay asleep in her bed.
Why did last night seem so different, then she became
somewhat frightened, as she realized she had fallen in
some sort of love with the gentle lover, her Scotchman,
she titled him? She decided she would leave today for
Seattle, and not tell Sean, but would send him a note
to where he worked.
Moving to the bed she pulled back the covers and lay
down beside Sean, and her movements woke him. She
reached under the covers and found he was sporting a
morning erection. Barbi moved her head down and soon
was licking and sucking the cock that was surrounded
with a thick growth of red pubic hair. Then she rose
and straddled the cock and eased it up into her body.
For several minutes she rode the firm manhood, and
loved feeling him as his hips' rose from the bed as he
deposited his cum deep inside her body.
After they showered together, she informed him that she
had an appointment at eleven to have her hair done, and
that she would see him at the bar tonight. After Sean,
Barbi packed her bags, and called the bellman, asking
he that bring her car around and to come for her bags,
as she had decided to check out today.
Leaving San Francisco, Barbi drove North and when she
reached the Oregon border, decided to stop at the first
motel that looked good to her and would be clean and
safe. In a half hour she pulled off the highway, and
checked into a motel with a pool. Once in her room, she
unpacked a few items, including her bathing suit, and
taking a bath towel, went to the pool. Barbi enjoyed
swimming and laying in the evening sun, and after a
couple of hours, went back to her room and cleaned up
for dinner.
Calling the clerk on the phone in her room, she was
informed, of a nice restaurant just a little over a
mile North of the motel. Driving to the restaurant,
Barbi saw a log building, and it had two Greyhound
buses parked in the lot. The sign indicated that a
smorgasbord capped the menu items, and you could eat as
much as she wished.
Inside the restaurant, she was surprised to find such a
large building, and she could determine which customers
were on the buses, as they all seemed to sit on the
long benches, at the tables along the far walls. Barbi
saw a counter and noted that a few seats were available
and walked over and took a stool with a back affixed.
After setting on the stool, she found it was more
comfortable to be seated at a counter when the stools
had backs like regular chairs at tables. This, she
decided would be one of the first things she would do
when she returned to run the restaurant she had
purchased.
Walking to the buffet area, Barbi was amazed at the
number of items available to select from. The main
feature Barbi found about the smorgasbord was the
carving station, which included roast beef, pork and
turkey, and one young man was handling this by himself.
She noted he was wearing a white jacket, and a chef's
hat.
"What would you like Miss, and I suggest you try all
three of our hand carved meats," The carver asked in a
smooth voice?
"Your suggestion seems like an excellent choice, and I
will sample all of your meats." Barbi realized how her
comment sounded, and could feel her face turning red.
Barbi realized she had been studying how attractive the
carver was, and he was likely somewhere between sixteen
and eighteen.
A smile came across the carver's face as he knew the
woman's comments could have a dual meaning, and with an
ease of knowing he must not embarrass the customer,
replied, "I'm sure you will find the meats to your
satisfaction."
Barbi did not miss the reply or implied meaning from
the young carver, and simply smiled, then winked at him
and decided to tease him by saying, "There is no doubt
the meats are good, but don't make it too big." Then
she asked if he could come to her table if he got a
break in customers.
"You wanted to speak to me," the young man asked as he
stood in front of the table where Barbi was seated?
"Yes, I'm Barbi Sampson, and I recently purchased a
restaurant, and now I'm on vacation, but each place I
visit, I check out the restaurant." Looking in the
shining blue eyes of the blonde haired youth, Barbi
added, "I watched how you handled the carving station,
and perhaps when you are off work, I could visit with
you about your work, would that be possible?"
"Sure, but it will be seven when they close the
restaurant, and it takes me about a half hour to clean
up my area."
"That would be fine, and perhaps you could tell me your
name."
"Sorry, I'm Chuck White, and if you want, you can stay
in here until I'm finished."
"That's nice, Chuck, and if you would, please ask the
manager or owner to see me."
With that, the young blonde walked away to slice some
roast beef for a very large man who Barbi believed had
been to the carving station for at least his third
serving. She observed that Chuck was evidently into
athletics, as he was lanky, but his frame was well
proportioned for his height.
"Hello, I Mark Henderson, the owner, and I understand
you wished to speak with me," Barbi heard someone state
as she was lost in her thoughts of the young man she
was watching.
"I'm sorry, but I was observing how your carver
performed his work and didn't notice you coming to my
table," Barbi said to cover up her nearly improper
thoughts and interest in Chuck.
For the next hour she spoke about how the restaurant
operated and determined that she liked the idea of the
carving station, and would assuredly incorporate that
into her own business. While she spoke to the owner,
she was surprised to learn that Chuck was seventeen,
and lived with his father, who drove semis, from San
Diego to Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. After she
had spoken to the restaurant owner, she walked past
Chuck and told him, "I will meet you outside, and I'm
driving a Chevy convertible."
Chuck walked out of the restaurant and approached Barbi
as she sat in her car, with the top down, and when he
got, she started the car and drove from the parking
lot. Once on the road she asked him which way to his
house, and she would drop him off.
Chuck told her that he only lived a short walk from the
restaurant, and it was in the opposite direction.
"Maybe we can drive into town, it is about another mile
down the road, its small, about 1,000 people, but there
is a diner we can go to, and talk there if you want to
do so."
"Sure, I'm not hungry, but I will treat you to
something to eat if you would like, and I will have a
coffee."
Over coffee they spoke about the restaurant for perhaps
ten minutes, then they discussed his schooling and that
he was a football player on the small school he
attended. Chuck listened as she discussed where she
lived and he wondered how a young woman could have so
much money to just run around as she wanted. In respond
to her inquiry as to how he was, Chuck replied, "I
turned seventeen a month ago."
They left the diner, and Chuck was awe stuck with the
pretty woman, and wondered if she would get mad if he
reached over and held her hand as she drove back toward
the restaurant?
"Chuck, do you have a girlfriend?"
The question caught Chuck off guard, and at first he
didn't know how to respond, then said, "Not a real
girlfriend, just someone I like as a special person,
but we don't date."
Barbi knew he was too young for her, but all evening
she had watched his working and she wanted to be close
with the young boy. Reaching over, Barbi placed her
hand on Chuck's arm, and gently pulled him toward her.
Chuck moved over in the seat and sat close to Barbi,
and when he felt her hand drop onto his leg, his body
went stiff.
"Chuck, is your father expecting you home by a certain
time?"
"No, he is on a trip and won't be home for another
three days."
"Would you like to stop at my motel room and visit for
a while?"
"Yeah, that would be terrific."
Pulling into the motel, Barbi was feeling some quilt as
to her bringing a young boy to her room, and she knew
in the back of her mind she wanted sex with him. In the
room, they sipped a coke and spoke for about twenty
minutes, them Barbi walked over to the chair Chuck was
seated in, reached down and took his hand in hers and
pulled him to his feet. Without saying anything, Barbi
led the young boy to the bed.
Slowly she reached out her arms and hugged him to her,
moving her lips up for him to kiss her. Barbi had no
way of knowing that Chuck was about to get his first
personal kiss that wasn't family given on his cheeks.
Barbi had no way of knowing as she was not aware he'd
never indulged in any type of sexual activity
previously, not even to feel a girl up.
She found it necessary to pull his mouth down onto hers
to kiss him. Then she spoke in a passion filled voice,
"Chuck, lets undress and get in bed."
His mind was going in circles and at first he was
hesitant to be naked in front of the woman, then he saw
her remove her blouse, then her bra, and that led him
to commence undressing. They were almost nude together
by the time Barbi eased her panties from her legs.
"My god Chuck, you're one large man." Barbi said as she
looked at the erection standing up against his stomach.
"Thanks."
Barbi reached out and took his hard blood-filled organ
in her hand, and pulled him onto the bed with it. They
lay on the bed and Barbi felt Chuck shake in a nervous
way as they lay kissing.
Pulling the young boy over on top of her, and between
her legs, she guided his large cock to the entrance of
her opening, that was flowing with her juices. Barbi
held him at the open lips of her tiny pussy, and told
him, "Chuck, oh push it deep into me, yes, now, push
forward into me, now!" Barbi knew he was a virgin and
she wanted his first load of cum deep inside her and
not on her hand. She felt the large head of his young
manhood push her tiny labia apart, and he moaned out,
"AWGH, oh gee, yeah!"
"OH, I feel it, yeah!" Then Chuck shuddered and felt
his cum traveling from his cock into the woman laying
under him. When he felt her legs move up around his
body, he again felt his cum shooting into the warm cave
his young cock was filling with his cum.
"This is your first time, isn't it Chuck?"
Looking embarrassed, Chuck knew that the woman was
likely telling him he didn't know what he was doing,
but he answered her by the simple reply, "Yes."
"You are a good lover, and I hope I made you feel good,
as you made it special for me, letting me be your
first." Then Barbi reached down and took his wet cock
in her hand, and scooting down in the bed she moved so
her mouth was over his nut sack. Her hand manipulated
his growing seven inches of young cock, and her mouth
drew both of his balls into her mouth. Within a few
minutes he was again erect, and Barbi thought harder
than before.
Chuck was lost in the sensations that poured through
his blood, and when he felt the lovely woman pulling
him again between her legs, he moved quickly so his
cock could again be in the warmth of her sex. "OH that
feels so warm and wet around me when I'm inside you
Barbi, and tell me what you want from me."
"Move it in and out of me, yes, oh yeah, like that,
fuck me Chuck, god your cock is so hard and long."
Barbi felt her body responding and knew she was about
to climax from the knowledge she had gotten his
seventeen-year-old virginity, and his cock was driving
her to seek release. "CHUCK, OH CHUCK, YOU'RE MAKING ME
CUM ALREADY, IT IS SOOOO GOOD, AWGH, YESSS!"
Barbi felt him shove up into her tightly, then his body
shuddered as he cried out, and knew she had just taken
his virgin cum into her body. Her hips rose up so hard
she raised him with her and she announced out her own
climax, "Chuck, I'm cumming with you, oh my god it is
so good!"
For a few minutes' Chuck simply lay on top of the
pretty woman, and knew that he had just received a new
outlook on life, one that he would want to replay over
and over. That he had just had his first and second
time to have sex with someone older, didn't enter his
mind, he wondered if the woman would let's do it once
more.
Chuck needn't have worried, as the night went on, Barbi
took him between her smooth and shapely thighs four
times, and one time she sucked him off. When Chuck
shoved his large cock into her pussy, Barbi knew it was
large and she felt him striking against her womb a few
times.
The next morning, Barbi woke around six-thirty, and
looked at the blonde haired boy laying next to her, and
pulling the blanket down, she saw he was erect in his
sleep. As he slept, his cock would jerk like, and
bobbled like. Barbi moved down and took the long hard
erection into her mouth and when Chuck woke, he almost
immediately filled her mouth with his sperm. Barbi
drank his cum from him until he was drained, then moved
up and placed her nipple at his lips for him to suckle
at for his first time to do such an act.
Chuck, loved feeling the small button between his lips
and sucked the woman's tits as if he was a baby. When
he heard Barbi, ask him, "Go down on me, eat me," He
knew what she wanted, but he wasn't certain he could do
so. Yet he moved his lips down and kissed the small
slit between the legs of the woman. Then his tongue
sought out her depths of her sex, and when he felt her
grab his head and pull him tight against her sex, he
loved hearing her cry out his name.
After Barbi went off, she saw that Chuck was again
sporting a large erection, and she pulled him between
her legs and this time talked to him as he took her.
Over and over she asked him to hold back, until finally
he couldn't wait any longer and shot five times into
her body.
They got up and showered together, and as Barbi was
packing her bag, Chuck asked her if he could come visit
her next summer when he was out of school. Unsure what
to tell him, she told him that she would take his
telephone number and address, and would write and call
him. Chuck left the motel room about five minutes
before Barbi, and as she drove out of the motel
driveway, she saw Chuck standing by the edge of the
road, and they waved at each other as she headed toward
Seattle.
Driving along, Barbi wondered if she would stop wanting
another man for sex? Had she become a nymphomaniac in
her desires? In her mind, Barbi still wished Uncle John
had taken her cherry. I wonder why he hadn't done me,
when I was ten, as that was when he taught me so much
about sex, Barbi recalled. Uncle John had taken several
photographs of her as a child, and the last ones he had
taken were about two weeks before he passed away.
Many of the photos were with her legs apart, and she
remembered how he would fondle her tiny pussy, and make
her clit become hard. "You're my sweet nymphet, aren't
you Barbi," Uncle John would ask her as he looked at
the photos of her he had taken and then developed in
his basement darkroom.
Barbi knew that she was a sexually attractive young
woman, and knew that she wanted men as much, if not
more so, than they wanted to bed her. Nymphet, as a
sexually mature young girl, now a nympho woman with
abnormal sexual desires, she wonder if that was an
appropriate way to describe her desires for sex? No,
she thought, I simply enjoy feeling a man give himself
to me, and I love feeling his cream run out of me and
down across my anus.
Arriving in Seattle, Barbi obtained a hotel room for
three nights, feeling she needed to take a break from
driving. After unpacking her two suitcases, she filled
the tub with hot water. Then poured a generous amount
of the creamy bath lotion in the water and using her
hand, swirled it around until the mixture was
dissolved. Easing her body down into the water, she lay
back and enjoyed the soothing warm of the water on her
skin.
Every so often she would let some of the water from the
tub, then fill it back again with hot water. For nearly
an hour she lay in the soothing bath, then allowed the
water to drain from the tub, and turned on the shower
and shampooed her hair before leaving the bathroom.
Stretching out on the bed, she decided to call Andy.
For more than twenty minutes they spoke and he told her
how much he missed her. She laughed and said she was
likely replaced with the cute seventeen-year-old girl,
Jean May, that worked for Doris. Andy wondered why she
said that, and told him the comment Claire had told her
about overhearing Jean May say, "I'm going to give Andy
my cherry, even if he was older than her daddy."
"Hell Barbi, she didn't say that I hope, her daddy is
my uncle's boy."
They spoke about all the sights Barbi had seen, and the
things she was finding about the restaurants she was
eating in, especially the one with the carving station.
After they got off the phone, Barbi decided to dress
and find a restaurant away from the hotel and to have a
good meal and a glass of wine.
Andy, upon hearing the comment about his cousin, Jean
May, thought how that could be one hell of a treat, if
he was to get her cherry. Thinking about his visits to
the restaurant, and how Jean May always rushed to wait
on him, and almost always asks him, "How is my kissing
cousin, today?" Once Jean May, at a family reunion at
his farm, had walked with him to the barn when he was
checking on a cow that was having trouble calving.
At the time he thought she was only being a silly
teenage girl, when she reached out and held his hand
while they looked at the cow in the barn stall. Now he
remembered how she had asked him if she was his
favorite cousin, and would he kiss her for on her
birthday, which was the following week? He had kissed
her cheek as she turned her face toward his, when he
told her, "Sure, you're my favorite kissing cousin," he
had replied as she turned her lips to his for a kiss.
Andy knew she wanted the kiss on her lips, but he knew
that was something he couldn't do. Now he thought back
to that time two years before, which meant Jean May
would have been only fifteen. Maybe I should have
kissed her, and who knows, she might have let me have
her. Instead he remembered how he had waited to have
sex after the death of his wife, with Barbi.
After doing the chores, Andy showered, then dressed in
a pair of dress slacks and a light brown pull over,
club-shirt. Hell, I'll go into town and have dinner and
tease my little cousin. Even if I can't do anything
with her, at least it will be fun to have female
companionship again, as Barbi had made him feel the
needs of man for a woman.
Walking into the restaurant, Andy walked to the cash
register and told Doris about his call from Barbi. Then
he heard his cousin, Jean May greeting him in her usual
way, "How is my favorite kissing cousin this evening,
and would you like me to be your waitress, Cousin
Andy?"
Smiling at Jean May, he looked at Doris and asked her,
"Do you think I should let this young hussy wait on me,
or perhaps spank her for being so bold?"
"Andy that isn't nice," Jean May told him, then added,
"Follow me sir and I will take you to your table." With
that she led him to the far table in the corner, which
was away from the other tables and Andy wondered if she
had some idea in her mind and the reasons behind her
picking this table.
While eating, and when she wasn't busy with other
customers, Jean May talked to him, and he knew she was
flirting with him, and he flirted back. "Cousin Andy,
would you take me to the Legion dance tonight, dad and
mom went to see grandma and grandpa, and I have nothing
to do by myself." Then she added, "Besides, mom told me
I was not to go out while they were gone until Sunday
evening."
Thinking about what he had been told a few hours ago by
Barbi, he wondered if there was a hidden plan behind
her request. Then saying that she was just a teenager
with a vivid imagination, Andy told Jean May, "Sure if
you don't mind being seen with an old man."
"Great, I get off work in about two hours, so you can
stay here until I finish, and then I can go home and
change clothes."
"Jean May, don't you get me in trouble, you understand
what I'm saying, right?"
"Dear sweet cousin, you know that I would do anything
to get my Kissing Cousin in trouble."
While eating, Bill came into the restaurant with
Claire, and they joined him at his table. Over dinner,
they spoke about Barbi calling and all she had been
doing, and she would not be home for at least another
two, and possibly three more weeks.
When Jean May walked over to the table and said she was
off work, Andy told her to set down for a few minutes.
Then told Bill and Claire he needed them to help him
keep tabs on his cousin at the Legion dance this
evening.
Claire looked at her friend Andy, then at Jean May, and
wondered if the teenager would get her wish tonight?
Hell, after having no sex for ten years, and then
getting it on with the beautiful Barbi, she knew that
any man who has his juices stirring in his body, is
likely to fall into any pretty girl's snare when it is
ready to trap a sexually excited male. Andy, I would
like to see the two of you get it on tonight, Claire
thought to herself.
Driving Jean May to her home, Andy was surprised at how
she could speak with an intelligent knowledge of many
subjects, especially about Eisenhower and Nixon.
Pulling into his nephew's driveway, he looked at his
cousin and wondered if she would be willing to have
sex, even if just to play around this first time? Damn,
this is a relative, what am I thinking?
In the house, Jean May said she needed to take a quick
shower before dressing for the dance. "Be right back,
cousin, so don't run away, as I feel so good that you
will take me with you tonight."
Andy could see the bathroom doorway, from where he was
seated, and noted that Jean May had left the door open.
After about five minutes, he heard the shower stop, and
after a few minutes, Jean May appeared in the doorway,
and was wearing a large towel wrapped around her. He
looked at how the towel just reached below her pubic
area, and knew it was less than an inch to where her
sex would be visible. He looked at her legs and found
they were even more shapely than Barbi's legs. The
towel was around her breast in such a way that they
allowed some of the small circles of pink areolas to be
seen. He could tell that she was allowing him the
privilege of viewing her draped in only the towel and
he wondered what her nipples looked like, and how her
auburn hair was like adorning her fatty mons?
Jean May walked to where Andy was seated and asked him,
"Come with me cousin, while I get dressed," She said as
her hand reached out for him to take it.
"Please, Cousin Andy, come to my room while I dress, I
promise not to embarrass you?"
Rising from the chair where he was seated, Andy knew a
fear of what could happen, but his need to see the body
of his cousin uncovered, drew him up from the chair and
he followed Jean May down the hallway.
Unsure where he should set, Andy sat on the old fashion
steamer trunk along the wall by the door he had just
entered. His eyes followed jean May as she removed the
towel from around her body, but she kept her back to
him as she did so. When she moved to get her bra and
panties from the chest of drawers, she still kept her
back to him. Her hips rounded out from the top of her
smooth and wonderfully tapered legs, showed absolute
perfection, and he knew they were likely the most
beautiful set of rounded buttocks, he or any man would
ever have the privilege of viewing.
Glancing into the dresser mirror, the image of her
breast pulling away from her body as she bent over to
slip into her panties, showed they were at least C
cups, and the nipples were hard and he knew excited
from allowing a man to observe them unclothed. His eyes
followed the movement, of her pulling her panties up
her calves, over he knees, then up her smooth thighs.
The image of her auburn tuft of maiden hair was
untrimmed, and the light caused it to have the
appearance of a glistening and sparkling brilliance.
Then the panties covered her mound, and the sparkling
hair was covered by the light pink panty that she had
chosen to wear.
He could see in the mirror that she was watching him,
and turning toward him, with her bra in her hand, Jean
May, placed the cups over her breast as she slipped the
bra straps up her arms and onto her shoulders. Smiling,
Jean May walked to where Andy was seated, and asked him
as she turned her back to him, "Please fasten my bra
for me."
After he had fastened the bra, she turned and faced
him, "Cousin Andy, do you think I'm pretty, and be
honest with me?"
"Jean May, you're perfect, and never would I have
thought such hips were on this Earth as yours, yes,
you're extremely pretty." Then he stated, "We best
leave, before it is too late for the dance."
Jean May knew that his last comment had dual meanings,
and she wondered if her desires for her cousin to be
her first lover, would be fulfilled before the night
ended?
At the dance, Andy only danced once with his cousin,
then he did the final dance number with her, and it was
a slow number, and he felt his seventeen-year-old
cousin pressing her body to his. He knew that she could
feel the start of his erection as it pushed against the
area above her sex.
"Kissing Cousin, I like dancing with you, do you like
holding me?"
"Hush, just enjoy the moment," Andy told her, thinking
that would keep him from having to reply directly to
her inquiry.
After the dance, they drove to Martha's, and took a
table with Doris, Bill and Claire. Over a late supper,
they all laughed and enjoyed the pleasant way each
seemed to find in the other's company, even with a
seventeen-year-old girl as part of the group. For an
hour they spoke and Doris broke the spell of
togetherness when she announced, "I need to go to bed,
so you can stay if you want, but this gal needs to be
back in here at six in the morning, so good night."
As they pulled out of the restaurant drive, Jean May
looked at her cousin and asked him, Dear Cousin, will
you take me home with you, I don't think it would be a
good idea to have you car in dad's driveway where the
neighbors could see it parked there.
"Hell Jean May, do you know what you're saying?"
"Yes, so say nothing else."
Pulling into the lane, leading to his farmhouse, Andy
glanced at his cousin, and again asked, "Jean May, you
must understand what you are offering me, don't you?"
Jean May reached over and simply patted Andy's arm in
reply.
They walked to Andy's large bedroom, and Jean May
turned on all the lamps in the room, the ceiling light,
the lamps on each of the bed stands, and the one on the
dresser and desk in the room.
Smiling at her cousin, Jean May reached down and pulled
her dress up over her body. Then she slipped the half-
slip down over her hips and let it fall around her
feet. Stepping from the slip, she reached behind her
and unhooked her bra, removing it from the full breast
that pointed all most straight from her chest, even as
large, as they were. Her fingers caught in the elastic
of her panties and she eased them off her hips and down
her legs.
Once she was nude, Jean May took her hand and ruffled
the hair over her sex until it was no longer matted
flat. The hair was so deep auburn in color that it made
the red hair on her hair seem pale in comparison.
Moving slowly, Jean May pulled the bed covers down,
then she lay back on the fresh sheets that the cleaning
lady had put on the bed that morning. Thinking to
herself, what will he look like with no clothes on, and
what does a man's thing look like, Jean May thought as
she lay waiting the first sexual contact between
herself and a man.
Her eyes could not believe the size of the penis that
came to her view when Andy pulled his underwear from
his body. He had watched the pretty girl when she
dressed earlier in the evening, and now as she
undressed and lay on his bed awaiting him to take her.
Excitement had passed through his blood as he knew he
was in the process of incest with his lovely seventeen-
year-old cousin, and that alone caused him to increase
the need to feel her when he entered her body. Moving
to the side of the bed, he thought for a moment, then
asked, "Are you a virgin, Jean May?"
"Yes, is that a problem?"
"No, but I will be right back." Then Andy walked to the
bathroom and picked up a couple of towels and returned
to the bedroom. Spreading one of the towels on the bed,
then he lay down next to his cousin, leaving all the
lights on.
"Your thing is the first one I've ever seen, I know
what will happen and all that, but tell me what too
expect, please, so I don't get things wrong."
"There is nothing to tell, you will know, unless you
decide to change your mind."
"No, I've wanted you to have me since I first saw you
taking a whiz once, when I was about twelve, and first
started understanding that people had sex." Moving onto
her side, Jean May then asked her cousin, "Andy, will
you finally be my kissing cousin, with a real kiss?"
"Jean May, I'm going to kiss you, and that means all
over your body, not one spot on your body will my lips
not have felt my lips pressing against it." Then he
asked, "Do you know what I mean by that?"
"Kind of, but not exactly."
"Just let yourself enjoy what I'm about to do, and tell
me anything that you think or feel while we enjoy each
other."
Slowly Andy moved his lips to his pretty bed mate, and
when the initial contact of his lips touched hers, he
felt her slightly pull back. His hand moved up and
cupped the back of her head and his lips continued
kissing her lips. Using his tongue he pushed her lips
apart, and she tried to withdraw from her first oral
probing kiss with a man's tongue. He continued to kiss
her with his tongue in her mouth. Andy used his tongue
to lick her teeth, as far into her mouth as his tongue
could reach. Then he licked Jean May's smooth skinned
gums. For several minutes he made her first kiss with a
man in the most intimate kissing that a couple can
have, a French kiss, until he felt her body starting to
bump against him.
Andy knew that she was becoming excited, and he was
going to give her so much pleasure before taking her
cherry, that he could almost feel her body striving to
reach a release of her juices. Moving his mouth down
from her lips to her throat, he kissed the smooth skin
under her chin, and he felt her shudder and her arms
reached to hug him.
"Andy, oh Andy," was all Jean May could say as the
sensations of her throat being kissed she knew was the
most intimate feeling she would ever feel. However, for
Andy, he knew what her mind was thinking and knew when
he moved his mouth downward, his cousin would most
likely cry out her pleasure.
His lips moved to suckle at the pointed pink nipples
within the pick circles on her tits. They harden as
Andy sucked them, first gently, then he would suck them
hard, then gently again. When he took her nipple
between his teeth and bites them, first with gentle
pressure, then with a firmness to cause pain, Andy
heard her gasp out her feelings of being bitten. Yet he
wanted her to know that such pain could enhance her
pleasures.
"Andy that hurts, not so hard, eeeyyyy, Andy it hurts,
but oh I like it also, easy, no... do as you like, but
god it hurts," Jean May cried out, but only hugged his
neck tighter, as he bite harder and her now tender
nipples. For at least ten minutes he treated her
nipples to soft kisses and smoothing licking of his
tongue across the puffed up pink buds.
Then he would bite until he knew she would bleed if he
bites any harder, then he would release his teeth from
around the hardened nipple. Each time he released her
nipple, Andy could feel her press her breast against
his mouth for contact. Andy knew that his pretty cousin
would likely always want someone to bite her nipples in
the future.
Andy moved his face down and kissed the smooth stomach
of the lovely girl, then his lips traveled down to rest
on the silk hair over the mound at the top of her
vulva. Slowly he would catch her maiden hair between
his lips and tug it out from her body until he could
feel her move her hips up so the pulling of her hair
didn't hurt. Laying his hand across her thighs, he
pulled her pubes even harder, and heard Jean May cry
out that it hurt, but also felt good.
His lips traveled down her right leg, and when he
reached her feet, he licked the soles of Jean May's
feet until she cried out from the pleasure she was
receiving. Then Andy moved his mouth over her toes, and
licked between them as he sucked on them.
"Andy, my god Andy, that is so sweet of you, I can't
believe you're licking and sucking on my toes, oh Andy,
I love you." Then she cried out even louder, "ANDY,
ANDY, I FEEL SO FUNNY INSIDE, WHAT IS HAPPENING?"
Andy knew it was time to take her pussy with his
tongue, as it was certain she was building up to a
climax from his oral ministrations to her feet and
toes. Hell she must be ready to go off, he thought, as
he moved his mouth over her sex. Her legs were clamped
together, and he simply forced them apart with his
face. When his lips covered her pussy, he listened as
his cousin again moaned out, "ANDY, MY GOD, YOU CAN'T
MEAN TO KISS ME THERE, DO YOU?"
Pulling his mouth away only long enough to reply, "Yes,
pretty girl, I'm going to eat your pussy and lick it
for you."
Then he moved his mouth over the light-haired labia of
his cousin, and begin to probe between her labia, and
lick from her anus to her clit. When his tongue moved
down over her taint, Andy would lick the puckered anal
ring. His tongue pushed into the muscle tightened rink
of flesh, then licked it fast. Then Andy would lick
inside her virgin pussy, feeling his lovely cousin bump
her hips up to meet his face, as it rested against her
vulva.
Then he knew his cousin was about to give down her
first cum to a man, and he increased the pressure on
her clit and sucked the inner labia into his mouth and
assaulted her clit as fast and hard as his tongue would
move over the sensitive prepuce-covered love button.
Andy felt his cousin move her hands until she was
wrapping the hair on his head between her fingers and
pulling his face against her contracting cunt as he
felt the involuntary muscular contractions start from
deep inside her female sex. Her hands and fingers were
pulling his hair and head so hard that he thought he
might have to stop her, yet he wanted her first cum to
be the hardest she would ever experience, and his male
ego, told him to make her cum hard!
Andy pulled the female sexual organ that is homologous
to a man's cock, between his teeth, and held in tightly
so it couldn't escape. Andy sucked her prepuce
completely, then licked her penis like organ, until she
exploded with her first climax with a man. Her grip on
his hair was so strong, Andy thought she would
assuredly pull his hair out.
"ANDY, OH DEAR ANDY, I FEEL SO... I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH
MORE I CAN STAND... GAWD, ALMIGHTY, I'M... I'M, OH DEAR
ANDY, YES!!" Jean May shouted out as her first climax
overwhelmed her teenage body. Jean May felt her body
suddenly have convulsions and her hips moved up from
the bed until she felt nothing but strange spasmodic
jerking take place inside her female opening. The
feelings turned from violent to passive, only to change
over and over from one to the other.
Without waiting for her climax to end, Andy moved up
over the still quivering body in the throes of her body
experiencing the struggles of a huge orgasm. Using his
hand, he guided his erect and large cock to the labia
that was squeezed tight from the climax the muscles her
vulva and vagina used to quell her sexually initiated
pussy.
The head pushed the resisting labia open and with a
slight shove he slipped the massive mushroom-shaped end
of his cock into her female opening. Thinking to
himself, I'm going to take her cherry quickly and hard.
With a slight retreat of his cock head from the grip of
the teenage pussy lips, Andy shoved with a straight and
brutal thrust, and he drove into his cousin's virgin
pussy.
He felt her hips draw back from the contact of his cock
head against her cherry, but his hands had already
gripped her hips, and he drove fast and hard into her.
When Andy felt his cock meets the resistance of the
thick membrane guarding the entrance of her womb, he
simply jammed hard through the thicker than usual skin.
"HOLY GAWD NO, STOP ANDY - STOP, NO I DON'T WANT IT!
TAKE IT OUT! ANDY DEAR COUSIN, YOUR KILLING ME,
SOMEBODY HELP ME, GOD HELP ME, SOMEONE HELP ME, IT IS
TOO MUCH!" Jean May felt like she was being split into
as the large cock tore apart the hymen that separated
her from a girl, and at its loss, a woman. Her legs
shook and her arms moved so her fist could strike the
head and body of the man who was tearing into her
tender sex.
Never had Jane May thought it would hurt so badly to
have sex. She understood that the first time was
supposed to be difficult and might have a slight
discomfort when she was first entered. But not that it
would feel like a knife was cutting deep inside her
female sexual entrance, and tearing apart the thin
tissue of skin, she had not considered.
Andy loved the sounds of his pretty cousin as she cried
out from the rupture of her cherry, and he moved his
thick cock in and out of the bleeding pussy, he knew
she must be bleeding a lot from the wetness he was
feeling running from her sex when he pulled back out
almost to the end of his cock, only to drive back up
into her pussy. The squishing sounds told him that he
knew she had experienced a deep hurt as he busted her
cherry. After hearing Barbi tell about her wanting him
to be her first lover, then her actions to have him
take her to bed, he wanted her to know she had been
soundly fucked her first time.
Two things that made the loss of her virginity
difficult for Jean May were beyond her previous
knowledge of the sex act between a man and woman. The
first was that her hymen was exceptionally thick, and
had never been touched by a finger or anything that
could have stretched the single small opening that
allowed her monthly menstrual cycle fluids to pass
through. The other was her lack of knowledge of what a
penis was like, and that some were larger than others.
Andy was one of the few men who have overly large
penises, and when he did not ease his way into her with
probing moves. Instead he simply rammed his thick and
long cock into her body, the shock of her virginity
being taken was unexpected.
For more than fifteen minutes, Andy rode the body of
his cousin, and her legs never stopped kicking out and
her hands continued to strike him as he took her deep
and hard. Her pleas for Andy to stop were ignored, and
he wanted to take her forever, but then he felt his
balls swelling with his sperm and he debated if he
should pull out and squirt his sperm on her smooth
flesh of her stomach, of empty his nuts inside her
pussy.
"I'm going to cum, yeah Jean May, I'm ready to cum, do
you want my cum in your pussy or on your tummy?"
Jean May did not comprehend, even if she was seventeen,
what her cousin was asking, and said without
considering the consequence, told her ravisher, cum in
me, but get it over with, I hurt Andy, just do it
quickly."
Within seconds of hearing his beautiful cousin tell him
she wanted his cum inside her pussy, Andy unloaded a
massive load of pent up sperm into the ovulating sex of
his young cousin. Jean May was in the process of
letting down her eggs to be fertilized by the large
supply of sperm that had built up in Andy since Barbi
had left for her vacation.
"Now, yeah now, take my cum, Jean May, oh yes - I'm
cumming so fucking hard, your getting my cum, baby
cousin, NOW JEAN MAY," Andy cried out as his sperm shot
from his cock and began seeking out an egg to enter.
Neither thought about the repercussions of what had
just taken place, but on her first time to be fucked,
Jean May was becoming pregnant, by her cousin. Five
times, Andy drove his sperm squirting cock deep into
the entrance of his lovely cousin Jean May's womb. Each
load that left Andy's cock contained millions of sperms
that begin to wiggle up into the uterus of Jean May,
seeking an egg to fertilize, and found a willing egg.
Feeling the strength of her cousin as he lodged his
thing up deep inside her, she felt a strange feeling
pass through her entire body. It was like an entity had
entered her body as the first squirt of what her cousin
was calling his "cumming" she could feel wetting her
deep inside her sex. Her body became deeply aroused and
what had previously been painful, now was love,
affection and a need to join her cousin in his release.
Jean May knew that what her Andy was feeling was the
feeling he had given her with his tongue, teeth and
lips, and she welcomed his penetrating thrust as he
squirted his seed into her welcoming womb. The feeling
of the entity was assuredly something that had to do
with her dear Cousin Andy, giving him his "cumming."
Jean May wrapped her arms and legs around Andy, and
pulled him deeper still within the core of her sexual
being. Without knowing what it meant, she uttered out,
"Give me your cum, just yours forever, dear Andy."
Moving from the grasp of the young teen's thighs, and
the hugging of her arms, Andy lay on his back and tried
to breathe air deep into his lungs, to regain normal
breathing after the fanciful and unrealistic sex, he
had just experienced. After resting for a few moments,
he felt the bed shaking and heard Jean May commence
crying, and he moved so he could look at his pretty
cousin.
As he did so, he noted the blood on his cock and all
over his upper legs and on his pubic hair. Turning his
gaze to the girl who was still laying on her back, with
her legs open as they were when he moved from between
them, he saw she was a blood-covered mess. Thinking he
was glad he had placed a towel under her, he realized
that she would likely have bled enough it would have
soaked through the material and onto the sheets.
Andy watched as the proof of his taking his pretty
cousin's cherry, drained from her bleeding female
wound. The mixture of his cum and her torn open
virginity eased in a thick red liquid from between her
slightly opened labia. Taking the second towel, Andy
wiped with exceptional gentle moves across Jean May's
legs and her vulva. It was obvious. He needed to get a
damp cloth to clear away the temporary red stain on her
body.
Moving his face to Jean May's, he lightly kissed her
lips, and asked her, "Are you okay, or sorry about what
happened, what do you want me to do?"
Opening her eyes, Jean May looked at her cousin and saw
his eyes were studying her face very intently, and then
she looked to see why he was wiping her off with a
towel. Her look of shock showed on her face when she
observed the blood all over her body, and then on Andy.
Her crying commenced once more and with a more
pronounced uttering of sobs.
"Why did you hurt me, now I'm bleeding and won't be a
virgin and wear white when I get married," Jean May
cried out? Seeing the blood, she realized what she had
initiated by her bold advances, resulted in her
virginity being taken. Jean May did not consider the
problem to be of her own making, and she had intended
to tease her cousin, and do everything but the final
act, but she was not prepared for the knowledge of her
cousin knowing how to turn her own.
"Jean May, stay here, I'll be right back," Andy said as
he got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get a wet
wash cloth. He looked at himself in the full length
mirror and saw the evidence of his young cousins' lost
cherry on his body more fully from the image in front
of him. Damn, she bleeds more than my poor wife on our
wedding night and Barbi did a few weeks ago, combined.
Andy remembered how difficult it was to pop her cherry,
and knew Jean May was now pissed that he had pumped
her. What the hell, she had told others, according to
Barbi, and then showed her nude body to him, after
inviting herself to attend the dance with him. What the
fuck, she wanted me to bang her, now she is shedding
the first time tears of a torn open ex-virgin, shit!"
When he entered the bedroom after obtaining the wash
cloth, he saw Jean May standing in front of the
dresser, looking at herself in the mirror. She was
still crying and her body was trembling with the
knowledge of what had happened. Hell, I might just as
well do her again, after all asked for it, and now she
can get used to it, Andy determined.
"Andy, why didn't you stop when it hurt and I asked
you, and look how I'm bleeding?"
"Lay back down on the bed, and if you remember, it was
you who asked me to do you, and you undressed and
showed me your tits and ass before we left for the
dance."
"Your being cruel to me, why, I only wanted you, oh I'm
so confused, Andy just hold me, just hold me and tell
me you care."
"Dear sweet Jean May, you tempted the devil in me.
Right or wrong I accepted the temptation, but you knew
what you were doing, and whatever you think of me, I'm
happy to have been the first man with you."
Again Andy listened and watched as his seventeen-year-
old cousin sobbed and tears ran from her eyes, and
still she insisted it was his fault she had let him
make love to her. "You are older and knew what I was
doing was wrong, and you've ruined me." Jean May then
asked, "And what if I've gotten pregnant?"
Andy knew Jean May was continuing to place the blame
for her having sex entirely on him, and he determined
to shut her up and that he would take her again, now!
Taking her in his arms, he started kissing her neck and
hold her round hips in his large hands. He whispered
how she had been too lovely to not make love to her.
Andy feeds her ego with all the words of affection he
could find, while easing her down on the bed. His lips
sought hers, and Jean May was again allowing her
desires for her older cousin to take control of her
mind and body.
When she felt Andy's lips move onto her left nipple, so
close to her heart she thought, her body felt the
tingles it had before they had made love. Somehow, Jean
May accepted the fact that they had made love, and
therefore, her darling cousin, must be in love with
her. At that instance, a feeling of being only Andy's
entered her mind, and she would bear whatever was
necessary to always be his. "Andy, my love, make love
to me like you did before we had sex, please darling."
Andy knew she was remembering his going down on her and
the strong climax she had from his tongue on her clit,
and his licking her pussy. When he moved his lips down
across her stomach, he saw the evidence of her lost
virginity, and what had to be the thick cream of his
cum mixed with the red tide issuing from her torn
cherry.
His tongue flipped across the smooth skin of his
cousin's stomach, and slowly he licked the red stain,
and taking his time, finally reached the blood and cum
matted hair guarding Jean May's portal of sex. The
taste of blood was assuredly a stimulus to his mind,
and he felt his erection growing as his tongue licked
down between the labia surrounding the entrance to her
lower body cavity. Andy pushed his tongue between the
love lips surrounding each side of her narrow opening
and drank from her bleeding pussy.
Moving his tongue onto her upper thighs, Andy licked
the drying blood from the tops and inside of her silky
thighs. Then Andy probed between her buttocks and
licked the cum and blood that had flowed down onto her
puckered anal ring. Moving his tongue back up between
her labia, he pushed his tongue as deep inside the
seventeen-year-old pussy as possible. Then he captured
her clit between his lips and started to flip it back
and forth, then in a circle like movements with his
tongue. Andy felt his cousin start the ritual of
intercourse as her hips begin to move up and down, then
as if they were jerking for more contact with his
mouth.
"Andy, oh dear Andy, that is so nice...so smooth...
your tongue is so sure to touch as I like, I feel
like... I feel... sweet, sweet, sweetheart. I'm almost
there again, AWGH, yesss, AH ANDY, ANDY, ANDY YES DEAR
SWEET COUSIN ANDY, IT IS SO DIFFERENT AND GOOD!!" Jean
May cried out as her second climax rolled from deep in
her stomach and centered on her hardened clit.
This time when Andy moved up her body, he allowed his
firm cock to find its own path into the body of the
squirming girl under him. Slowly it entered the hole it
was seeking, and moving with very short in and out
moves, Andy was finally lodged up into the girl's body
as deep into her pussy as his cock would reach. Hold
his pubic bone tight against Jean May's mons, Andy
ground in small moves, with constant pressure against
her clit.
Taking only small withdrawals and then back into her
soaking wet pussy, Andy continued grinding his pelvic
bone against the hair-covered mons over her opening.
Each time he reentered with the short stroke of his
hard cock, he would jam it firmly, to give him that
extra amount of depth into the girl. Andy knows his
actions were bringing on her first climax from a hard
cock in her quivering moist female canal, and he
continued to grind against her labia and strike her
clitoris as he shoved deeper and deeper into her body.
Andy reached down and caught Jean May by her smooth
thighs, and pulled her legs up until they were pushed
back against alongside her sides. Then he would move
then onto her breast, then back to rest on the bed by
her sides. His movements were quicker and he was
increasing the hardness of striking his pelvic bone
against Jean May's clit and mons.
More and more he shoved deep and hard, into the
ruptured and bleeding inner parts of his pretty
cousin's female vulva, as if he was punishing her for
having sex so young. Her voice was unintelligible as he
was now fucking her harder than ever, taking her deep
and hard, as her hips were complete off the bed, from
his holding her legs wide apart.
Jean May would open her eyes, then squeeze them shut,
repeating this action over and over as she looked at
how obscene her legs were held open by her older
cousin. His grip on her pale, mirror smooth thighs,
showed his fingers tips were making deep indentations,
and she would find out later, left round bruises, the
size of his finger tips. Over and over Jean May moaned
out, "Ugh, ugh, Andddd, Andddd, ugh Anddd, god, ugh,
help me, ugh Andy - Andy, you're killing me, but, ugh,
yesss, oh Andy, it hurts, but don't ever stop."
In a few minutes' Andy felt the wet pussy gripping his
cock, and her cries of passion was louder and drawn
out. It was obvious Jean May was ready to climax. Andy
knew she was only moments away from giving up her soul
in orgasmic and intense sexual pleasure and would
release her female fluids from deep inside her young
body.
Andy now was pushing her legs farther apart, as he held
them by the ankles in his large hands. This allowed her
vulva to be completely available for him to strike
against her sex with his groin and to drive his cock
into her. Andy was now grunting and sweating profusely
as he strained to release his sperm into the young
female body that he had just minutes earlier, torn the
hymen from. "OH, yeah, I'm cumming Jean May, cum with
me baby, cum with meeee," Andy cried out as his thick
white male ejaculate shot from his cock, into the
already pregnant teenage cousin whom he was fucking.
"Andy, what is... oh yesss, Andy I feel like I'm
floating... gad it is so strong, I love you Andy, oh
Andy love me," Jean May sounded out her feelings as her
first climax left her bruised sex, both inside and
outside. As she finished climaxing, her voice was still
telling the man who had captured her virginity, and now
her heart, "I love you Andy, oh Andy I have always
loved you, make me your wife, sweet Andy."
The words hit Andy in the center of his mind, and he
knew he had created a major problem in bedding his
pretty cousin. She wanted him to marry him, what the
hell was I thinking when I allowed myself to succumb to
her wiles? What the hell if she is pregnant, gawd
almighty, there will be hell to pay, and from my
actions and no blame will lay on Jean May.
Flopping onto his back as he sucked air back into his
lungs, he felt his cousin move until she was resting
with her body on his broad chest. His mind was not
prepared for the next words his lovely seventeen-year-
old cousin spoke.
"Andy, what if I'm pregnant, we will be married, won't
we?" Jean May continued with her question, and asked
Andy, "This may sound dumb, but Andy, I know a girl
gets pregnant having sex, but not every time, how does
a girl not end up with a baby when she makes love with
her boyfriend?" Then Jean May started to whimper, as
the realization of the risk she had taken by giving her
body to the man she adored, and thought of as her
"older boyfriend" could lead to her having a baby.
Unable to answer immediately, Andy thought for a
moment, and asked, "Jean May, think really hard and
tell me when you started your last period, the date if
you know it?"
"Two weeks ago, why, does that mean I might be in
trouble, you will marry me if I'm having our baby,
won't you?" Then Jean May asked, "Dear Andy, tell me
I'm not pregnant, or you will marry me if you have made
me so I'll be pregnant!"
For another two hours they discussed about the sex they
had shared, and Jean May would commence crying each
time she asked Andy if she could possibly be pregnant.
Then she told Andy, "If I'm pregnant, I just want to
die, unless you make me your wife."
Andy tried to explain that as first cousins, they would
have trouble getting married, but thought that first
cousins could be married in one or two of the Southern
states. "Hell, Jean May, I'm old enough to be your
grandpa, and you want to marry me? Your daddy is going
to want to kill my ass, you know that, shit, his dad is
my own brother - damn, Girl!"
Once more Andy felt his cock becomes hard as the pretty
girl lay in his arms, and he rolled her onto her back
and moved between her legs. Knowing that he had most
likely impregnated his own lovely young relative, and
not only getting her cherry, but had fulfilled her
fantasy of her being in love with him. Slow and very
easy, and with gentleness in taking her, Andy made
actual love to his willing bed mate, and when she told
him he was doing it too hard, he eased off. For several
minutes, Andy moved his cock into and back out of the
girl under him, as she would move her hips up to keep
him inside her as he draws his cock back from her wet
inner sex.
Jean May was sore and felt as if her complete insides
were bruised as she felt the large man probing inside
her small sex, yet her thoughts of being with his
child, caused her to move up to greet his firm cock as
it slid back into her. When she felt Andy going off,
she knew that she was with his child, and wondered if
the strange feeling she had as if an alien had entered
her body was when her egg was fertilized?
After they had moved apart and went to sleep, Andy
awoke with a start, and knew something terrible had
just happened. Rising from the bed without waking the
girl sleeping next to him, he walked down the stairs
and out onto the front porch. He looked across the land
and tried to determine what had startled him so, that
he woke up. Andy could not find an answer as to what
must assuredly be dreadful dire and horrendous news.
His body felt an intense chill as he had the day his
wife was killed. No, don't tell me someone close is
dying as I stand here?
With no more than ten minutes time passing, as he stood
on the porch, he heard his phone ringing. Walking with
dreaded footsteps back into the house to answer the
phone, to what he knew was going to be a terrible
message, Andy felt a tic throbbing on his left temple.
Picking up the phone, Andy said, "Hello."
For almost five minutes Andy listened as the chief of
police in the town where his nephew and his wife had
went to visit, heard how the house where his other
nephew lived, had caught on fire and they were all
burned in the fire, including the three children.
Walking slowly back up the stairs, Andy entered his
bedroom and saw Jean May was still sleeping nude on the
top of the sheets. She lay so peaceful, and saw the red
evidence of their sexual romp on his cousin's body, and
all across the sheets where they had rolled around
during the moments of passion. Andy sat in his large
chair and watched his pretty conquest, or was he the
conquest, but determined to not wake her, and would
tell her the news in the morning. Let her sleep, he
thought, she will be more than upset when she hears
that her parents are both dead. After an hour, Andy
fell asleep in the chair.
Slowly his eyes opened, and looking up saw his cousin
was kissing his nose. "Good morning, my lover, did you
not want to sleep with the girl you ravished and made
into a woman last night?" Then she asked, "We are both
a mess, will you take a bath with me, please Andy?"
They sat in the tub, Jean May sat between her cousin's
legs, with her back against Andy's chest, and he washed
her shoulders, back, across her full breast and down
her stomach to the "v" of her legs. While she was
relaxing against him, Andy informed her about her
parents. Her tears flowed and her cries were loud.
"Andy, my having sex with you is my punishment for
being dirty, and now I killed my parents because I had
sex!"
For over an hour, Andy spoke to Jean May, telling her
that she was not responsible for her parent's death and
having sex could not have any relationship with the
tragedy. Finally they returned to the bedroom, and
crawled into bed, after Andy put new sheets on the bed.
Jean May went to sleep believing, and she was
responsible for the death of her family. Andy woke at
six, and eased from the bed, so as not to wake his
cousin. Taking his clothes with him, he dressed in the
bathroom, then went out to do his chores.
Around seven-thirty, Andy returned to the house and
found that Jean May must still be asleep, so he walked
up the stairs and into his bedroom. Once he was in the
room, he found Jean May was still asleep, and laying
stretched out on the bed where he had slept. She lay
with her legs open, and her right hand was placed over
her sex. Not, Andy noted, for protection from some
unknown assailant, or voyeur, but as he watched her
fingers were lightly stroking the bud of her clitoris.
He watched as her fingers moved in lightly across the
erect clit, as he observed Jean May, he saw that every
so often her middle finger would curl under the prepuce
and pull back against her clit.
Jean May was a beautiful sight before his eyes, and
marveled at how only a few hours ago he had taken his
lovely cousins cherry. Damn, he thought, but what if
she is pregnant. Then he felt cold chills pass across
his body, and knew that his cousin was with his child,
from the moment of his first cumming in her. Hell, now
what do I do?
Andy watched as his the seventeen-year-old played with
her clit until he saw her legs stretch out and become
stiff. Looking at her feet, he saw her toes curl under
and her entire body seemed to become rigid. To his
amazement, Andy saw Jean May's raise her head and
shoulders from the bed, as she uttered guttural
expression. It was oblivious that she was climaxing
from her masturbating, and doing so in her sleep. Andy
had heard and read that women would bring themselves
off while sleeping, unlike men who are awake, unless
they have wet dreams as a young boy.
This was the first time Andy had watched a woman
pleasure herself, and knew he should leave before Jean
May opened her eyes, and caught him invading her
private moments. He saw her fingers clamped over her
sex, as it the passing of the breeze from the open
window, would assault the wound between her legs and
continue the exotic feelings between her lovely thighs.
His eyes watched as she moved her legs together,
crossing the right leg over the left at the ankles.
When her eyes open into a slit, he could not move,
instead he saw her eyes open wide, and she cried out,
"ANDY, HOW DARE YOU WATCH ME, YOU'RE TERRIBLE!" Jean
May turned onto her side, with her back toward the man
whom a few hours before, had changed her from a teenage
girl into an adult woman, with just a short push of his
manhood up into her body. Jean May commenced crying,
knowing that the same man, and the one she had been
fantasying about, had seen her masturbating, she hated
him, she thought.
Moving to the bed, Andy sat down and reached his hand
out and stroked the trembling shoulders of the pretty
girl. "Sweetheart, I was wrong to watch you, but you
are the first woman I've ever seen be intimate with
herself, and I hope it was I in your thoughts as you
went off."
Andy allowed his eyes to travel down the slope of the
smooth white skin of the teenagers back, and as his
eyes took in her hips, he was again amazed at how
perfect her hips were, and so round. Moving his face
down, he kissed the small of his cousin's back, then
moved his lips slowly to the firm round balls of her
hips and planted kisses all over them. Evidently this
was enough to satisfy Jean May that he was sorry he had
stood by and watched as she jacked him off, as she
turned over on the bed.
Laying on her back, Jean May reached out with her arms
and pulled the man seated on the bed next to her into
her arms, as if she had been doing this all her life.
Her arms drew him onto her body and she sought his lips
with her own, not an intimate kiss, but one to reflect
she was happy with him. She had lain awake at night and
knew she was going to be his wife and have his child,
first-cousin or not. Now she only wanted to be held as
the thought of her parent's death continued to plague
her, and she believed their death was of her doings.
The evening was cool, and a slight rain fell, as Barbi
walked the half block to the restaurant the doorman at
the hotel had informed her about. Once inside she found
it was lively and a bar ran from one end of the
opposite wall to more than three-fourths of the
building. She picked out a table near the center of the
room, and once she was seated, found she could watch
those who came and went into the establishment.
After eating her dinner, Barbi walked to the bar and
took an empty bar stool, ordering a Tom Collins. As she
sipped the drink, she was soon caught up in a
conversation with a group of four men who told her they
had watched her enter the hotel and register. They were
attending a small convention, and as a group, had
wanted to drink and eat outside the hotel. For several
minutes they spoke about where they were all from, and
their families from back home. Except for Chris, a very
attractive blonde haired man, who must be at least six-
eight, in height, and nearly 250 pounds, and one of the
men said Chris had been a pro football player until he
was injured.
The other three men, Mack, Tom and Russ, were all
around six feet tall, and each could have been male
model for the suits they were wearing. For the next two
hours the five of them were enjoying each other's
company, especially Barbi, as she knew that each of
them was trying to be the one left alone with her. Then
Barbi thought, I had two at once, so what would it be
like to be with the four men, having unrestrained sex?
Barbi had counted up the number of men she had been
with sexually in her life, and had actual intercourse
with eight men. That didn't count Uncle John, Ralph and
Jack, who hadn't been completely intimate with her and
up her sex. What had surprised Barbi was how she had
allowed her sexual urges to lead her into bed with so
many men in the few weeks she had been traveling. Now
she was thinking of letting these four men take her to
bed, but what if they won't, will I embarrass myself if
they decline my offer? There is only one way to find
out, and Barbi asked, "How about we all go to one of
your rooms, or mine if you would like?"
Surprise showed on the face of the four men, but Chris
immediately commented, "What say we move this party to
Barbi's room?"
As they approached the hotel where they were all
staying, Barbi asked, "How about we go to the bar
first, then I can go to my room and it won't appear we
are all involved?"
Entering the bar, they found seats at a table and they
sat down and ordered cocktails. After Barbi had drunk
about half of hers, she excused herself, saying she
needed to get some sleep. "My room is 1211, so you guys
must promise not to be rowdy, and wait at least fifteen
minutes before you come up, okay?"
They replied that they wouldn't be noisy, and wait a
while before heading up to her room. After Barbi left
for her room, they wondered if she was really going to
entertain all of them? Russ said he wanted to be first
with her, if she was planning on having sex with all
four. Laughing as he spoke, Mack said he didn't care
which one he ended up being, he just wanted to get a
piece of the best looking piece he had seen for a
while.
Arriving in her room, Barbi decided to undress, take a
quick shower, and put on the Merry Widows' bustier,
stockings and a pair of the lacy panties, she had
purchased in San Francisco. Then Barbi unwrapped the
black French lace and satin rode that was very
expensive and looking in the mirror, was surprised at
wanton she looked, and wondered if her image was that
of a high-priced courtesan, perhaps she was meant to be
a woman of the night.
Just once, Barbi thought, I can try to have sex for
money, too just to experience the sexual tryst of being
a prostitute. What will happen if I say in joking way,
that the four of them would need to give her a hundred
dollars? Dare I?
While she was touching up her makeup, and brushing her
hair, she heard a knock on the door and knew what she
was planning on doing. Opening the door, Barbi saw the
look of surprise cross the faces of the four young men.
Chris looked at her and as he entered the room, told
Barbi, "Woman, you are absolutely fucking unbelievable,
and beautiful - I would not have considered what you
would look, like under the dress you were wearing
earlier."
Each of the men looked at her, telling her how
attractive she looked, and they were soon running their
hands all over her clothed body.
"You like fellows?" Then with a mischievous smile on
her face and trying to imitate May West voice, asked,
"Boys, before the fun begins, you need to lay a hundred
dollars on the dresser, then we party."
No sooner than she had spoken, she stared in disbelief
as they pulled their wallets from their pockets and
were each laying twenty-five dollars on the dresser.
"Hell," Tom said, "This pretty thing is wort a thousand
dollars," And with that, counted out another fifty
dollars. "Guys, put another fifty out for this pretty
lady, and now I'm getting my moneys worth."
Tom undressed very quickly, and Barbi was surprised to
see the size of his erection, it was likely only five
inches long, but was thicker around that it was long,
or so it appeared to Barbi. Then he moved onto the bed,
pulled her panties to one side and being working the
thick cock into her pussy. "Easy, Tom... damn you are
thick, be easy for GAWD's sake, you are THICK, HELL
TOM, NOT SO HARD!" Barbi could not believe the size of
the organ now up inside her pussy, and as he moved in
and out, it rubbed her clit easily as he rode her,
shooting his cum into her in less than two minutes.
Then she felt Tom move from atop her, and another body
was on her and his cock was probing within her tight
sex. She saw it was Russ, and he was average in size of
his cock, but he poked up into her in a strange rhythm,
with a way of striking the sides of her vagina.
Then she watched as Mack moved between her legs and was
soon eating her pussy, and she knew that she had to
large loads of his friends cum running into his mouth.
After a few minutes he moved up over her and shoved his
hard manhood into her body. Her sex took his below
average size cock from the knowledge she had gained
from being with different men. As he rode her, she felt
her needs building to climax. Just as she was nearing
her peak to give down her juices, she felt Mack's body
stiffen, and his cries told her she was getting her
third load of cum in less than ten minutes, from three
separate men.
Mack moved up from her body, and she watched as Chris
climbed onto the bed next to her. Looking down at her
next man to have her, she saw he was above average in
size. The cock on Chris was at least eight inches long
she thought, and nearly as big around as Tom. When he
started working his large cock into her, Barbi knew she
was lucky that the other three had shot the cum into
her, as this allowed the large cock to eventually enter
her completely, with only a minor amount of discomfort.
Barbi was unable to keep her cries of pleasure to
herself, of not be too vocal. "Chris, you're big, oh
man, are you ever big, be easy lover, or you'll tear me
open, easy - - - Chris, please be easy, I, OH Chris,
fuck me anyway you want!" Then to her own surprise, and
those in the room, Barbi, was asking the large man,
"Fuck me Chris, harder! Yeah, oh fuck me deep and hard,
yeah like that, CHRIS, I'M CUMMING! OH FOR HELL'
SAKE... NOW! IT'S THERE... FUCK MEEE, AUGHHHH!"
For another three hours, Barbi was taken over and over
by the four men, she knew that each had taken her three
times, and Chris had stretched her cunt open five
times, and had even tried to enter her anus. She had to
tell him to stop, he was too large to take her back
hole, as much as she wanted him to do so, Barbi begged
him, "NOOOO - Chris, you just too big, shove it up me,
doggie style!"
As the guys were dressing, she watched as each put
their clothes on, then she asked Chris to spend another
few minutes with her, as she need to speak with him.
After the other three had left, Barbi told Chris that
the money was only a game, and would he return the
money to the guys. She alluded to the fact she was
wealthy and had only done the money thing to be erotic
when she greeted them at the door.
Chris laughed and told her to keep the money as some
memorabilia and maybe she could frame it and hang it on
her bedroom wall. Then he laughed as he said, "Of
course, I'm not certain what your future husband will
think when he sees the money."
"Chris, do me again, and I'll try it up my butt, if you
promise to be easy and take your time getting it in, if
it will fit."
Within five minutes, Chris had worked the head of his
large cock passed her sphincter muscle, and with a few
strokes was buried completely up her bowels. Her please
and cries as he entered her rear opening, had Barbi
under a sexual spell. "My gawd Chris, you're big, and I
love your riding my ass, oh hell, be easy, but I want
you to cum up my ass."
After Chris went off, they rose from the bed, and Barbi
looked at her fancy lingerie laying all over the floor.
They walked to the bathroom, and took a soaking shower.
Barbi felt constant need to expel, but could not do it
while Chris was with her. Finally, they left the
shower, and after Chris left, Barbi sat on the toilet,
but was unable to relieve herself. She knew that the
large phallus had packed her butt completely. Her anal
ring felt sore and she knew she would likely be sore
for a few days.
Her sleep was restless, as knew her body had suffered
from the thirteen times she had sex, and once in her
butt. After a few hours, Barbi woke up with a start,
and her mind gave her a strange feeling that the
relationship between her and Andy had came to a
conclusion. What had occurred, Barbi didn't yet have
knowledge about, but in her mind, knew that any future
between them was certainly over.
The next two days in Seattle, she ended up in bed with
two separate men, Joel and Wayne, both around forty
years of age. Joel, she met in the hotel bar, and he
was on business from Chicago, and he had invited her
back to his room. They had sex, and he lay on his back
afterwards, and went to sleep in just a few minutes.
Wow, Barbi thought, I must not be interesting, then
again she knew he was a divorced man, and his penis was
not large. In fact it was the smallest she had found in
her sexual experiences/
With Joel asleep, Barbi got up from the bed, dressed
and looked in his pants pockets and found his drivers
license. Reading the information on the license, Barbi
found that he really was from Chicago, and looking
further in his wallet found his business cards. He was
an attorney, and practiced as an attorney dealing with
divorces. Perhaps he was his own client, Barbi
laughingly thought to herself, as she kissed the color
of his white shirt on the hanger, thinking that he
would enjoy having the memory. Then she left his room
and returned to the bar, having been gone less than an
hour.
As she spoke to the bartender, she inquired if he knows
of any place she could have a great steak the next
evening. Ted, the bartender, wrote the address and name
of his favorite place to eat, called, MAX'S STEAKS AND
CHOPS. Barbi decided to try to place the following
evening, and was reminded that it was a favorite
hangout after hours for bar and restaurant workers.
Around five the next evening, Barbi had the doorman
obtain a taxi for her, and she went to the restaurant
the bartender had recommended. The driver agreed that
she was going to get a terrific meal, but he didn't
like the place to well, as it catered to blacks.
Once inside the restaurant, Barbi was surprised that it
appeared to be nothing more than a large open room, as
if it was once a warehouse. Which was exactly the
history of the establishment? Looking around, Barbi
noticed that the bar was placed along half of one side
wall, and across the end wall. The tables appeared to
be all taken, and she saw the maitre d was motioning to
her. Walking across the floor, she knew she was being
watched, as it was evidently not often a single woman
came into the restaurant for dinner.
"Hello, Miss, may I help you, and are you having dinner
with us this evening?"
Looking at the man, she saw he was extremely
distinguished looking, and his silver hair was layered
in waves across his head. Smiling, Barbi informed the
man, "Yes, I'm having dinner, and Ted, who tended bar
at the ClairMount Hotel, where I'm staying says that
this is a terrific steak house."
"There is at least a twenty minute wait, but perhaps I
can seat you ahead of others."
"No, please don't, as I've just purchased a restaurant
back in Indiana, and I wouldn't want to put one of the
customers before one of the other, but thanks for the
offer."
"Follow me, and I will get you a nice seat at the bar."
The man walked with a firm step and it was certain, he
had experience that took years of work to obtain. As he
approached the bar, he asked two men seated at the
middle of the far bar, "Would one of you gentlemen mind
letting the lady have a stool while she waited for her
table?
Both men stood and offered Barbi their barstool. After
being seated, the bartender asked what she would like
to drink, and she ordered a blended whiskey and a dash
of water. After a couple of minutes, the two men were
taken to their table by the maitre d, and shortly after
they left, a black man sat down in the stool next to
Barbi. This was the first time that Barbi had ever been
this close to a black male, and she found it neither
unpleasant, nor pleasant. Rather, it was as if he was
no different from the two men who had just left.
Barbi studied the man and found his suit was evidently
raw silk, and appeared to be tailored, as it seemed his
shirt was. His tie had a beautiful striped pattern and
the knot was the most perfectly tied she had ever seen.
Barbi knew the man would not speak to her unless she
spoke to him first, and she asked him, "Do you live in
Seattle, or on vacation like I am?"
Smiling, the man, looked at Barbi, replying, "I live
here, not far away, just on the bay, and where are you
from?"
Barbi found it easy to speak with the black man, and
wondered why there was such a ill feeling toward the
colored by society. This, her first personal
conversation with a black, she found to be perfectly
normal. For several minutes they discussed her travels
and he informed Barbi that he was a doctor in Seattle,
and came to Max's often.
Why she asked, Barbi wondered later, but having found
out the man's name was Wayne, Dr. Wayne Hobart, asked,
"I'm eating alone tonight, would you care to join me?"
"That would be kind of you, but are you certain it
won't embarrass you?"
"Why, because you're a doctor," Barbi replied and
laughed at her own comment?
"No, because I'm a gynecologist, and I may find it
necessary to examine you sometime, so you see being a
doctor has some benefits," Wayne laughingly response."
Then Wayne looked at her and asked pointedly, "Barbi,
in this establishment, I'm equal, but outside these
walls, and even inside them, some people frown on
whites and blacks socializing together, are you okay
with that?" Then Wayne told her, "I would have to enjoy
a thick steak dinner and perhaps some good wine with
you, Miss Barbi."
Over dinner, they found much in common, and when Wayne
heard about her trip to Europe, he spoke of his own
trip to Paris and then to Rome, and finally to
Luxemburg. They sipped wine after the large porterhouse
steaks they had ordered, and Barbi had never seen such
a large cut of meat. Around nine o'clock, Wayne asked,
"I have this small out of the wall bar that I like to
frequent, and if you would like we could visit it, and
it has a jazz band."
"Would love to be your guest, but please tell me where
the little girls' room is?"
Leaving the restaurant, Barbi saw that several men were
watching her, and she knew they were thinking only one
thing, she was leaving with a black man. They got into
Wayne's Buick Roadmaster, and the car was beautiful.
During the drive to the bar, Barbi felt comfortable
being with Wayne, when he pulled up in front of the
bar, she liked the name, "GO DOWN UNDER."
A young black male opened her car door and offered his
hand to help her step from the Buick. Returning to
where Wayne was standing outside the car, the young man
spoke with a proud sound to his voice, as he asked,
"How are you tonight, Doctor Wayne, sir?"
Inside the lounge, Barbi found it was almost equal
between whites and blacks, and they were all seated
together as if it was common. Barbi was glad she had
accepted Wayne's invitation, and after about thirty
minutes, heard Wayne's name being called out by the
band bass player. Wayne excused himself, and walked to
the back, and picking up a sax being to play. For three
numbers Barbi listened as Wayne played the instrument
as if he was a professional saxophone player in a band.
Then he agreed to play one more number, and he
announced, "This next song is for the pretty young lady
from Indiana, I met only this evening, Miss Barbi."
Barbi listened as he begins to play one of her favorite
tunes, Tangerine. Listening to the music from the
instrument as Wayne played, seemed to Barbi that it was
speaking actual words, not musical notes. She felt
tears form in her eyes as she listened to Wayne play,
and she knew this must be his signature tune, when he
came here to relax.
After returning to the table, he looked at Barbi, and
asked if she enjoyed his music. "Wayne, you are full of
surprises, and you should give up being doctor and
treat everyone to your musical ability."
"Thanks, but I don't think it pays as well, but Barbi I
enjoy coming here and playing, as it relaxes me,
especially after a day like today, when I found two of
my female patients have cancer." Then Wayne should his
compassionate side as he said, "Both of the women are
young, one is just a little more than thirty, and the
other is forty-seven, so young, and I can't do anything
but give them pills and know they will likely be dead
in a year or a little longer."
For another ten or so minutes they spoke, and Wayne
asked Barbi, "Nothing personal, but would you like to
see where I live, it is on the bay and the view is
beautiful?"
"I would love to see your home."
They drove to Wayne's home, and it was on the water,
and surrounded by large trees that grew on each side of
the house, down to the water's edge. A boat dock was at
the end of the yard, and a small shelter was built over
the cabin cruiser docked in the water under the
structure.
Inside the house, Wayne showed Barbi the large
fireplace that covered one entire side of the living
room wall. The stone was all hand carved and the face
of each piece was carved to show birds and animals of
the Northwest. The rest of the house was perfect, and
Barbi knew the man was justifiably proud of his home,
it reflected the gentle man she had found within Wayne.
Strolling back to the living room, Wayne walked over to
a large wooden chest and opened the double doors.
Inside she saw various bottles of wine, and when she
looked, saw the cabinet was at least ten inches thick.
She listened as Wayne told her the wine cabinet had
been carved from one large piece of wood, and was a
gift from one of his patients, who had no money to pay
him, but gave him this beautiful piece of furniture.
They drank the wine, and Barbi realized that she was
enjoying the company of the black man, and knowing
Wayne only for a short time, understood he would not
make a move on her. Barbi moved from the chair where
she was seated and walked over to where Wayne sat on a
large rocker. Placing her wine glass on the table next
to his, she looked at Wayne and asked him, "Make love
to me, don't ask questions, just let us both find
pleasure in each other."
Walking to Wayne's bedroom, Barbi simply stood still as
Wayne undressed her, each item of clothing was removed
slowly, as if Wayne wanted the final discovery of her
nude form to be a long awaited pleasure. Her body shown
in the light of the moon as it shined through the
entire wall of windows. Barbi watched as Wayne
undressed, then led her to his bed, and with ease, held
her hand as she lay back.
Before her eyes, was the largest erection she had ever
viewed, and knew it must be at least twelve inches
long, and the purple head was at least as large as the
top of a normal coffee cup. Black, so black, and smooth
looking, she thought as her fingers made a tentative
touch on the large penis. Her hand moved to grip the
large shaft, and found her fingers would not close more
than half way around the firm round object. Will I be
able to take this hard black object into my sex, Barbi
wondered?
Moving up over her body, Wayne begins to kiss her hair,
then her forehead, eyes, face, lips and down to her
pert nipples. Wayne was surprised to find her breasts
were extremely firm and pointed. His eyes caught the
pink halo surrounding the small and almost pimple size
nipples. Stopping only long enough to feel her pink
glands becomes hard as he nursed at the pink points,
Don knew he wanted to taste the sex of this beautiful
young woman. Then Don's lips sought out her sex, and
his tongue entered the core of her female opening, and
across her clitoris until she exploded in orgasm. Then
Wayne moved up and lay over her body, easing his hips
between the glossy smooth skin of her thighs.
Barbi felt the thickness of Wayne's cock as it pushed
between the labia guarding the small opening between
her legs. A severe feeling of pressure moved inside her
sex, as she felt the large manhood begin its entrance
and movement up into her cervix. "Wayne, go slow,
you're so large - WAYNE NOT SO DEEP, OH GOD TAKE IT
EASY - LET ME GET USED TO YOU, WAYNE - G E N T L E -
you're splitting me into!"
Barbi felt the sexual entrance to her body being spread
apart, and Wayne's cock entered till he was pressing
against the entrance to her womb. "My god Wayne, you're
so big, your cock is huge, ugh, easy, oh shit Wayne,
not so deep!"
Her hips bucked upward to take him each time he shoved
back into her body, after withdrawing, as he moved back
and forth in the tightness of her small slit. Barbi lay
under the man and wondered if she could continue to
take the monster of a cock that was pushing so deep up
into her body. Thick, gawd he is so thick! "Ugh Wayne,
easy," Barbi cried out as she rode back up to the
massive cock that was striking places inside her pussy
that a cock had never touched previously.
A black man, yes, a black man, Barbi thought, as she
felt the invasive and large erection moving within her
body. Never would I have thought I would let a Negro
take me as a sex partner, now I want him to give me his
cum.
Her legs wrapped around Wayne's back, and she reached
down and grabbed one ankle to give her leverage as she
wanted the feeling of his cock to be deep up inside her
sex. Barbi felt as if Wayne was probing deeper and
deeper up into her lightly haired pussy. The knowledge
that she was having sex with a black man, was so
wonderful, the knowledge of the practically forbidden
sex, overpowered her desires, and Barbi cried out her
passions louder than she could have imagined.
Barbi was grunting out her expressions of being taken,
and knew she wanted him to take her harder. "Wayne,
harder, ride me hard, yeah! Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me
like that! Gawd that is so hard and good! I'm cumming!
WAYNE, I'M CUMMING ALREADY. OHHHHHH FUCKING YESSS!" No
more than a minute had passed since Barbi had felt the
first black cock to ever part her pussy lips, and her
orgasm was coursing through her body. The feeling of
Wayne making her climax caused Barbi to let her legs
drop down on each side of the man, and her spread open
legs become stiff and her hips rose up from the bed as
her orgasm rolled across her small body. "Wayne, Wayne,
oh Wayne, yes, fuck me... fuck me forever, oh god it is
so good!"
Once more that night they made love, and in the morning
when Barbi woke, she found a note next to her head on
the pillow that Wayne had rested his head on. "Barbi, I
need to be at the hospital for rounds at six-thirty,
but you were sleeping so soundly, I didn't wake you."
Then she read the final paragraph, "I hope you enjoyed
last evening and last night, as I did, if your still
here when I get home around four this afternoon, I will
take you to MAX's for dinner." "Wayne," the note was
signed. "PS: there is a car in the garage, if you want
to go to your hotel for a change of clothes."
Rising from the bed, Barbi walked into the bathroom and
filled the large tub with hot water, then lay in the
tub for almost an hour. As she lay back in the soothing
water, she remembered the prior night, and that she had
sex with a black man. My god if that was known in
Indiana, she would assuredly be an outcast - yet she
found the experience gentle and thrilling - and no
different from with a white man, or even with Weed the
American Indian.
Her body seemed to still be on a sexual high, and as
her hands washed across her breast and pubic area.
Barbi felt the tenseness that had built up within her
sexual being, as Wayne had given her one climax after
the other. From her first climax, the first time they
had shared each other's body, until the second time
Wayne had entered her, Barbi had never known the
satisfaction of multiple-orgasms.
When Barbi lay back in the water, and her hands touched
across her clitoris she felt the urge to masturbate.
No, she determined, she would not seek the relief
another climax could bring, she would wait to share it
with her new found sexual partner. Rising from the
bath, she found her legs were weak, and after drying
off, walked to the kitchen, and prepared her a meal. As
she was eating, the phone was ringing, and she wondered
if she should answer it, and if Wayne was calling?
Walking into the hallway, she saw the phone and
answered, "Hello."
"Hello yourself, I wondered if you would answer, and I
guess you read my note?"
"Yes doctor, but I'm feeling a little punched out this
morning, and I can't imagine why, can you?"
Laughing at her humorous comment, Wayne asked her to
write down the directions he was going to give her, so
she could find her way to the hotel. "I can meet you
for lunch, if you wish, as I have no appointments from
noon until one-thirty."
"That I would love, as my eggs don't seem to taste
right, and a nice lunch with you would be wonderful,
I'll see you at noon, if I don't make a wrong turn and
end up in Japan," Barbi told Wayne before hanging up
the phone.
After dressing, Barbi wandered the spacious home and
was impressed with the way the home was decorated.
Barbi entered one room, which was Wayne's office, and
saw a photo of Wayne and an attractive woman in a frame
on the desk. Picking up the photograph, Barbi read the
note penciled across the lower right corner of the
photo, "To Wayne, on our fifth anniversary, Love
Sandra." Placing the photograph back on the desk, Barbi
wondered if Wayne was married, or if his wife was dead?
There was no evidence of a woman's presence in the
home, and she decided that Wayne could explain the
message on the photograph.
Opening the door into the garage, Barbi saw a red Buick
convertible, and saw the keys were in the ignition.
Opening the garage door, she backed out of the garage,
and after stopping the car, got out and closed the
door. Using the directions Wayne had given her over the
phone, Barbi was back at the hotel in a little of
fifteen minutes. Telling the doorman, "Please, keep the
car out front as I will be leaving in a couple hours,"
Handing the young man a couple of dollars.
Going to her room, Barbi picked out her favorite dress,
the light-blue sun dress, and after removing the
clothes she had on, slipped into a pair of the erotic
panties she had purchased, and the matching bra, then
changed the stockings she was wearing, and slipped into
the dress she had chosen. Standing in front of the
bathroom vanity mirror, Barbi reapplied her makeup, and
after a quick once over, left the hotel room, for the
restaurant.
Wayne was waiting for her at the bar as she walked into
the restaurant. "My but you look attractive, the dress
looks terrific on you, and I'll bet it would look
beautiful on my bedroom floor in the morning," He
smiled at her as he made the joke.
They ate lunch, and as they ate, Wayne asked how long
she was planning on being in Seattle? Then Wayne told
her, she should stay at his place for a few extra days,
and they could take the cruiser out on Saturday, stay
on the water over night, and cruise the waterways on
Sunday.
"Wayne, I need to ask you something personal, but who
is Sandra, and no, I wasn't snooping through your
house?"
"Sandra was my wife, she died almost three years ago of
cancer, does that mean you saw the photo on my desk?"
"Yes, I was strolling around you home, and was so
impressed on how you keep it so neat."
"So, what do you think of my suggestion of spending the
next few days with me?"
"Wayne, I would love to be your guest, and I have no
set schedule, so how do we get three cars back to your
place?"
"When you check out, take your car with you, and I will
drive the convertible back to my office, and leave my
other car there, and we can let you drive me to work on
Monday, and I will have the Roadmaster at my office."
After eating, and Wayne had returned to work, Barbi
called Andy.
"Hello," the deep voice sounded out, as Andy answered
the phone.
"Andy, its Barbi, how is everything going back there?"
"Barbi, I can't tell you the total story, but my nephew
and his wife and my one brother and his wife and kids
burned to death this weekend." Then he added, "You
remember Jean May, she is my nephew's daughter, or my
first cousin, and she is staying with me, and most
likely will from now on."
"She is moving in with you until she is old enough to
be on her own," Barbi asked?
"No, oh hell Barbi, I got stupid after you told me she
had said I could have her cherry, so I took her up on
the offer, now things are a mess." Pausing for a
moment, Andy continued, telling Barbi the complete
story, then he asked Barbi, "Can you keep all this to
yourself, at least until things are sorted out?"
"Yes, Andy, perhaps it was meant to be."
After getting off the phone, Barbi cried and wondered
what her life would be like when she returned to her
adopted home. Packing her clothes, Barbi knew that her
life was changing quickly and she wondered what will my
be future, as I had planned on Andy being with me?"
Friday evening Wayne got the cruiser ready and after
having the tanks filled with gas at the marina, they
headed out onto the waters of Puget Sound. By the time
it had gotten dark, Barbi had felt like she belonged on
the water, and was surprised she hadn't gotten seasick.
They dropped the anchor about two miles from shore, and
sat on the deck watching the sky and the lights from
Seattle. Around midnight, they went below the deck and
undressed each other in the cabin.
After pulling Wayne's undershorts off, and she was
kneeling in front of the large cock, she begins kissing
and licking the large cock in front of her eyes. Barbi
was amazed at how large the cock was soft, and as it
became erect, she attempted to take it into her mouth.
The purple head would just allow only half of it to
enter her mouth, and then she felt her lips being
stretched until it hurt. Finally, and several attempts,
Barbi was able to feel the crown of Wayne's cock slip
past her lips and into her mouth.
Barbi flipped the head of the massive cock with her
tongue, like Uncle John liked for her to do, and then
she moved her mouth from the large manhood, and down
onto his scrotum. The large skin pouch holding Wayne's
balls was twice the size of any nut sack she had ever
seen. Finally she was able to capture both nuts and the
bag they were in, into her mouth. She rolled the round
balls around with her tongue, and Barbi loved hearing
Wayne as he moaned out his acceptance of her oral
stimulation.
Moving her mouth back up over the large cock head,
Barbi begins to jack-off Wayne's cock as she sucked the
dark colored plum on the end, moving her mouth back and
forth in time with her hand. Barbi wanted to taste the
cream from the man, and wondered if it was any
different from she had experienced when swallowing the
cum of other men? Barbi had never really enjoyed doing
oral sex on a man, but had done so, knowing they
enjoyed the feeling, the same as she did when they went
down on her.
When she felt Wayne starting to shake, she knew he was
about to cum, and she jacked his cock faster. Barbi
moved her mouth a little deeper as her lips slipped
back and forth on the large bulb at the end of the dark
penis in her mouth. Then her mouth was full of his hot
cream, and she had to let it run from her mouth, as he
squirted off five times, then a slow stream of his
juices seeped into her mouth. Swallowing his cum, Barbi
found was different from other men she had done so
with. They had drunk wine as they watched the stars,
and she felt like his cream tasted like the red wine
they had enjoyed together.
Rising to her feet, Barbi took Wayne's hand, telling
him, "Wayne, I want you in me, now."
They made love aboard the ship, until the returned to
his house on Sunday evening. Once inside the house,
Barbi took a quick shower, then enter the kitchen, with
the intent of fixing a meal. The selection of items to
make a complete meal was missing, and she asked Wayne
if they should go out to eat?
After eating at a sea food restaurant that overlooked
the water, the returned home and made love until late
in the morning. Barbi had Wayne take her doggie style,
and even though the angle hurt from his reaching so
deep inside, she begged him for more, to fuck her even
deeper. Once when Wayne had pulled her legs up onto his
shoulders, Barbi begged to stop, only to tell him
harder and deeper. Her mind still was floating in the
knowledge that she was having sex with a black man, and
it was wonderful. How many times Barbi climaxed that
night, she couldn't remember, but at one point she was
rolling from one peak to another.
Wayne had become so enraptured with her request for
more and for him to take her harder and deeper, that he
told Barbi, "I'm so turned on, I can't cum anymore, god
you feel so good!"
Monday morning, Wayne asked her if she could stay a few
more days, she said she needed to leave, but would call
him in a couple of days, if he wished?
Barbi drove all day, and didn't stop until late the
next evening, as she approached Spokane. Pulling into a
motel, she checked into a room and soon was taking a
hot shower. Her pussy was tender to touch as she washed
between her legs. Slipping her finger inside her
opening, her sex told her that she was tender, that
Wayne had likely bruised her with the brutal and deep
pounding of his huge cock she had begged for.
After showering and getting dressed, she drove a short
way down the highway to a truck stop for dinner. After
eating and enjoying a cup of coffee, she read the
Spokane newspaper and caught up on the news. Then she
drove back to the motel and crawled into bed, and
promptly went to sleep.
Barbi awoke the next morning at four o'clock, and
decided to dress and get on the road early. By a
quarter after four, she pulled out of the motel drive.
When she approached the truck stop, she decided to stop
for a quick breakfast before the drive across Idaho and
into Montana.
The drive across Idaho was interesting, as the scenery
changed so often she was soon in Montana, and could not
believe the vast open county as she drove. Around five
in the after noon, she reached a small town and pulled
into the only motel she saw. The day had been
interesting and she had loved seeing the antelope along
the highway. Once in the room, she drew a hot bath and
while seated in the tub, wrote some post cards she had
picked up in the motel lobby.
Then she thought of Andy, and cursed him as she thought
about his doing his own cousin. "Damn him, I hope she
is knocked up." After drying off, getting dressed, she
walked to the motel office and inquired about a nice
place to eat. The man working at the motel, told her,
there was only one restaurant in town, but just about a
mile on the other side of town was a place where
truckers stopped, but it was kind of a rowdy place.
Driving to the restaurant, Barbi saw the place was
packed with people and as she entered, felt several of
the men looking at her. Hell, she thought, can they
tell I've had sex with a black man, is that why they
are starring at me?" Then she realized that she was
perhaps allowing her unknown prejudice to come forth,
and felt guilty for having slept with a Negro.
Over dinner, she enjoyed speaking with a local younger
man as she sat at the counter. They enjoyed each
other's company, and Don told her he had always wanted
to travel like she was, but had only been as far as
Denver. "You know, I'm thinking about joining the
military, just so I can see part of this county and
maybe go overseas," Don said as he drank his coffee.
Barbi told him how her uncle had treated her to a trip
to Paris when she finished high school, and she wanted
to return to Europe, and would love to visit China, if
that could be done. Looking at Don, she asked him, "How
old are you?"
"Nineteen, and I'm tried of being here in the country
all the time, and my dad said I should join the service
if I wanted to see the world." He said his dad had
served in the Army during WWII, and was in Africa,
Italy and eventually Germany, and had been wounded
twice in combat.
"Don, is there a movie house in town?"
"Yeah, the Paramount, and it is great to be in, as it
is air conditioned."
"Would you like to attend a movie with me," Barbi
asked, then added, "I need something to take my mind
off driving and a problem I have back home?"
"Sure, but it doesn't open for another hour or more."
"Why don't you follow me back to my room, and we can
talk for a while, then head for the movie?"
Pulling into the motel parking lot, Barbi saw the
manager, and asked if it was all right for her to have
Don set around the pool with her? The manger smiled and
told her, "That Don boy best behave with my pretty
little guest, or I'll tell his dad to spank his butt."
"How you doing Don, still thinking about joining the
Air Force?"
After speaking with the manager for a while, they went
to the pool and sat down and talked until nearly seven-
thirty, then Don told her they needed to leave for the
movie.
After watching the movie, the drove back to the mote,
and as she was getting out of Don's car, asked him,
"Would you like to come in for a while and talk?" At
that point, Barbi had no idea that the evening would
end up with her in bed with Don.
For about an hour they spoke, and Barbi knew that her
new friend wanted to take their relationship further.
Barbi patted the bed and asked Don to set with her, and
as he moved onto the bed, she reached out and took his
hand. Before long they were laying on the bed, and Don
was caressing her breast, and soon had her blouse open
and her bra pushed up over her breast.
His lips sought her nipples and he sucked at then with
a voracious appetite, and Barbi pulled away from his
greedy mouth and asked him to undress. She saw his cock
was sticking almost straight up in the air, and was
likely six inches long, but not overly thick.
Moving back onto the bed, Barbi suddenly believed Don
was assuredly a virgin, and she knew from his actions,
he wasn't certain how to proceed. Rolling onto her
back, and pulling him on top of her, Barbi caught his
cock in her hand and placed it at the entrance of her
pussy.
"Push it up in me, oh yeah, like, like that, is good,
Don, yesss," Barbi cried out as she felt him cumming as
soon as he entered her pussy.
Wrapping her arms around Don's neck, Barbi held him
against her body, and moved her hips in a rocking way,
and found that his cock remained hard. "Move it back
and forth in me, oh yeah Don, Barbi cried out, knowing
she had just gotten his cherry.
After Don went off the second time, they lay holding
hands like high school kids, and Don told her, "You
were my first, was it good for you, did I do it right,
"Don asked in a halting voice?
Knowing that his ego was in need of stroking, Barbi
lied and told him she had went off with him. When in
reality, she had just started to get a few ripples as
she took his second load of cum into her pussy. Then
she moved down and commenced sucking his cock, and when
he was again erect, she told him, "Don, make love to me
again, you make me feel so warm and good inside."
Even with him stroking inside her body, Barbi did not
climax, and felt irritable from being cheated in her
need to go off. A few minutes after he went off the
third time, Barbi told him, "I need to get up early in
the morning and be on the road, so I guess we best call
it a night."
After Don left, Barbi wondered what he was thinking as
he drove home. Barbi never knew that ten years later,
Don was killed in Vietnam as a member of the US Air
Force. For Don, as he drove home he could not believe
how the pretty girl had let him make love to her.
Two days later, Barbi was in Minneapolis and checking
into a hotel for a three-night stay. Having been on the
road for so long, she wanted time to enjoy seeing a
museum and some simply pleasure of walking through a
department store. After having sex with Don, she had
found that it was undoubtedly an extra thrill to have
sex with a virgin, and decided to find out the next
time what the guy felt from finally having sex for his
first time. She remembered what her thoughts were after
Andy had taken her, and now she wondered if a male had
similar thoughts?
Stopping at a small restaurant, with only a counter,
and three tables, Barbi sat on the end stool at the
counter, and ordered a piece of hot apple pie with
cinnamon ice cream, and a cup of coffee. She had been
visiting the small museum, and realized how sore and
tired her feet were from walking almost all day around
town and the museum. Two young boys, likely high school
age, were working behind the counter, while one seemed
to be responsible for cleaning the tables and counter
after the customers had left.
"Would you like another cup of coffee, Maam?"
"Yes, but do I look like a Man, and not a Miss, Sir?"
Barbi had emphasized the word "sir" and then she
laughed at the embarrassed apology the boy tried to
issue from his, now tongue tied, mouth. "It is OK, and
I shouldn't have been critical, but I was surprised to
be called Man."
"Mark, I'm going out back for a smoke, OK," the other
boy asked.
"Sure, go ahead."
"So you're Mark, and how old are you, Mr. Mark," Barbi
asked?
"Seventeen, will I'm actually sixteen and will be
seventeen in October."
"Do you go to school, or simply work, Mark?"
"Yeah, I go to high school, but work here in the
afternoon as part of my education, and a way to have
spending money." Then Mark added, "My mom and I live
alone, as dad left us about eight years ago, and we
don't know where he is."
For the next several minutes they spoke as if they were
old friends, and finally Barbi asked Mark, "If you can
keep a secret, just between us, maybe you would like to
have dinner with me tonight."
"You mean, like a date, or something?"
"Well, perhaps not as a date, but just as friends," And
them Barbi explained about her traveling on a vacation
by herself and she would like someone to speak to this
evening, while she had dinner. "Perhaps you shouldn't
tell you mom, but you would need to wear slacks and a
sports coat, can you handle that?"
"Sure can, but can I tell Ed?"
"I would rather you didn't, after all this is just
between us/" Barbi could tell that Mark was wondering
what the evening held in store for him, as did she.
Before leaving the small restaurant, Barbi told Mark to
meet her in the lobby of the hotel, and she would see
him around five-thirty. Mark informed her that his mom
owned the restaurant and she would be here until she
closed at two in the morning.
Before going to the lobby to wait for Mark, Barbi
stopped at the hotel restaurant to determine if she
needed reservations, and that she would be meeting her
younger brother for dinner. That way, she determined
they would not seem surprised if she was seen going to
her room after eating with a young boy.
Barbi sat in a chair in the lobby that was obscured
from view, but she could watch the entrance to the
hotel, to see what Mark would do, if he showed up. If
he had Ed following him, she could leave quickly
without being seen. Her plan was to have dinner with
the 16-year-old, and if he was a virgin, to let him
make love to her. Barbi wanted to hear what boys
thought about when they first had sex, and were about
to have sex for the first time.
Around twenty after seven, Barbi saw Mark enter the
hotel, look around and then move over and take a chair
where he could see the street. For another five minutes
she watched and determined he had not invited his
friend to see he was meeting up with the woman from the
afternoon.
Rising from her chair, Barbi walked around the hall and
then moved to where Mark was seated. "Hello Mark, and
my do you look handsome, even a white shirt and tie."
"Thanks, and you look really cute, and I like the
blouse you have on."
The comment caught her off guard, then she wondered,
does he like it because if looks nice, or because it is
low cut into a "V" shape, that allows the cleavage of
her breast to be viewed. For some reason, and why she
didn't know, Barbi assumed he meant she looked nice,
but she did notice Mark's eyes were directed toward the
swell of her breast.
As they ate, Mark was soon telling Barbi his personal
life history, and when she asked him, "Tell me the
truth now, but don't you ever make out with the girls
you date, or walk in the park with, at least a little?"
She watched as his face turned a little red, and smiled
as he had trouble replying, when asked him pointedly,
"Have you ever gone all the way with a girl Mark?"
"Well, I, you know... I kind, of did some things,
yeah," Mark replied.
Barbi knew he was still a virgin because he didn't say
yes he had, and actually stated "he did some things."
Smiling at the good looking young boy, she moved her
foot under the table till it was against Mark's leg.
Perhaps a little footsie will let Mark know she has at
least a playful romantic curiosity, and he will be more
susceptible to telling her what she wants to hear.
Gently Barbi moved her foot up Mark's leg till she was
at his knee, then slowly let it slide down until she
was at his ankles. Moving her foot so she could remove
her shoe, Barbi again moved her foot up the side of
Mark's leg. This time though, she rubbed it up the
inside of his calf, and when she felt her toes touch
the edge of the chair he was seated on, placed her foot
onto the chair seat. Slowly her foot pressed between
his thighs, and found its way to press against the lump
of his manhood inside his slacks. Studying Mark's face
as if she wasn't aware of what she was seeing, Barbi
smiled and simply told him, "I like you, a lot."
Mark moved his thighs together as tight as possible and
enjoyed the experience of feeling the foot pressed
against his hard on, then looked at Barbi and told her,
"Barbi, I've never gone all the way before, and
actually the most I've ever done, were feel Janet
Martin's breasts, just on the outside of her clothes."
"Mark, don't worry, you will find a girl who will let
you enjoy go all the way with her, and who knows if I
wasn't older it might have been the lucky woman to be
your first." Putting a look of compassion on her face,
Barbi asked Mark, "Maybe you could go to my room after
we eat, and we can set and hold hands, and I would like
you to kiss me, your cute young man."
"Your making fun of me, aren't you?"
"No, Mark, I'm not, and you're attractive and I would
like you to kiss me, but for now, rub your hand on my
foot, please sweetheart." Barbi felt his young erection
bump against her leg when she told him to rub her foot,
and knew he would tell her his intimate thoughts of
wanting to have sex. As she felt his sixteen-year-old
hand drop onto her foot, Barbi felt her panties become
wet from the excitement, knowing she was planning on
taking this Mark's virgin cock into her pussy.
Barbi looked forward to capturing his first cum, she
was going to enjoy the lead up to feeling him squirt
his first load into her body. This was even more
enjoyable than any sexual conquest she had experienced
since starting on her sex life with Andy. Assuredly the
past period of three weeks, had given her additional
enjoyment in experimenting with sex, including with a
Negro, her Dear Wayne.
Over dessert of chocolate mousse, Barbi pictured the
white whipped cream capping the mousse as Mark's cum.
Studying the face of Mark, she knew he was wondering if
things would progress to the point of his at least
cropping a feel when they went to her room. Barbi
considered the fact that she had already had two young
virgins, and now another was about to provide her with
enough memories that she could fantasize forever.
Her thoughts then turned to taking him off in her
mouth, and to swallow his first cum with a woman. The
few times that she had let a man's cum down her throat
had not been the best part of her sexual experiences,
but now she wanted to drink Mark's first cum. Yes, she
would keep him hard and have penetrating sex secondly
with the cute boy seated across from her.
"Mark, are you certain you would enjoy going to my
room, and if you're sure, tell me exactly what you want
to do with me, everything, leave nothing out?"
"I want to kiss you, and feel your breast, but could I
reach inside your bra?" Mark knew that the pretty girl
he was telling this to, was letting him describe what
he had thought about when he jacked-off. Then he
decided to ask a big question, "Could... like could...
I would like to see you with nothing on, maybe your
panties if you need to keep them on, but that would be
my first time to see what a girl looks like, especially
her breast."
"You want to see me without any clothes on, and would
you want to take them off me?"
"Yesss, oh yeah, oh! Barbi, you're not just teasing me,
are you, I mean like I could take all your things off,
even your panties?"
"Tell me what you would do first if I take you to my
room, and be specific and don't be afraid of the words
you use in telling me your desires."
"You aren't just building me to tease me like Janet
did, then tell her friends I grabbed her boobs, if your
not teasing I will tell you everything I'd like, but
promise me you're not playing games with my head?"
"No Mark, I would never tease you like Janet, but you
must be honest and tell me everything, like how often
you masturbate, have you ever seen your mother in the
nude, I want to know your secret sexual wants." Barbi
knew her asking how often he masturbated was so
different from if she had asked if he did masturbate,
so she would know if he was being honest.
"You won't laugh will you?"
"No Mark, this is serious and I want you to express
what you want from me, and if you're honest I will do
anything you want, ANYTHING, do you understand?"
"Yes!"
"Some days I play with myself in the morning before
getting out of bed, and some days a girl will come into
the restaurant, and I get so excited seeing her that I
go to the toilet in the back of the restaurant and
jack-off." Then he told about seeing his mother in the
nude, "There are times when mom takes a bath and when
she is done will walk from the bathroom to her bedroom
and she will be nude, and she is only thirty-four, and
is really pretty."
"What happens when you see your mother in the nude,"
Barbi asked after hearing Mark tell about her walking
around nude? Barbi wondered if his mother wasn't
intentionally allowing her son to see her nude?
Thinking about how her uncle had instilled his being
nude in her presence, Barbi knew instinctually knew
Mark's mother was seducing her son, but he didn't know
how to accept that possibility. "Mark, has she ever
been close to you when she is nude?"
"Kind of like she has sometimes in the mornings came
into my room and I'm in bed and covered up, and she
lays down next to me." Then Mark told how she acted,
"When she is on the bed with me, she hugs me as she
lies on her side next to me, and ha her leg up over me
and if it is on the weekend, we will go back to sleep
like that."
"Doesn't your mother date?"
"Not that I know of, and dad has been gone almost eight
years and she never even filed for a divorce."
"Mark, she evidently wants you to make love to her and
she is unable to tell you, so is showing you what she
desires from you, especially when she gets on your bed
nude."
"Are you sure of that, I mean that is incest?"
"Mark, if you don't tell, then no one would be hurt and
your mother would be giving you something she has
needed in eight years." Thinking for a moment, Barbi
added, "The next time she lies on your bed, simply ask
if she will get under the covers with you and you will
keep her warm."
"You don't think she will get mad?"
"No, and I believe you will make love together, and she
is evidently in need to have a man, and one like you,
to give her the pleasure only sex can provide... I know
from my own life experiences, so go easy and make her
happy."
"Barbi, if you keep moving your foot around, you are
going to make me do something, and I feel like it is
ready to... you know, right?"
"Yes, I understand, and I'm sorry, so why don't we go
to my room and relax?"
Leaving the restaurant, Barbi thought she was likely as
excited as Mark. Especially when she determined, she
truly wanted to take Mark's cum into her mouth and
savor the thick sperm. Thinking that before swallowing
his youthful male ejaculate, she wished to finish what
she would find from the ultimate act of sharing sex,
especially oral sex, Barbi wanted to drink a mouthful
of a young boys cum
Walking into the hotel room, Barbi closed the door
behind them, then walked over to stand in front of the
dresser. "Mark, stand behind me, and hug me in your
strong arms."
Stepping up behind the pretty woman, Mark reached out
and wrapped his arms around her. He felt her move her
hands onto his arms and pull him tighter to her body.
Mark felt the indentation between the round and firm
hips, knowing that her sex lay near where his erection
was pressed. Then he felt her move his arms up under
her breast, and knew the round hills would soon be his
to view, touch and kiss, it he wished to enjoy them.
Barbi was studying the face of the young boy in the
mirror, as she pulled him tight against her hips. She
moved her hips so they applied pressure against the
firm member that Barbi knew wanted to feel what the
inside of a woman's sex was like.
"Honey, do me a favor, take my shoes off, and then
undress so I can view your manly body."
Moving like a zombie, Mark kneeled down and with
shaking hands removed the right shoe and then the left
of the woman. Looking at her feet, then up her legs,
Mark slowly slid his hands up the shapely calves of the
woman's legs. His hands stopped as they reached the
hemline of Barbi's skirt, then he removed his own
wingtips and socks.
Standing up, he removed his sport coat, shirt and tie.
Mark reached for his belt buckle and after unfastening
it, pulled the zipper down on his slacks, then let then
slide down over his legs. Bending over he pulled them
from his legs, then standing back up, slowly pulled his
under shots off. Now he was standing behind the woman,
and he was nude and he saw she was watching his
reflection in the mirror. He didn't know what he should
do next, so he waited for the woman to inform him what
she wanted from him next.
The total time Mark was removing his clothes, Barbi
watched him in the mirror, as he wanted to have the
first time to view him while facing him to be different
from she had always done with the other men she had
made love with.
"Mark, honey, stand behind me and unbutton my blouse in
the back, the ease it up over my head."
After her blouse was off, she watched his face in the
mirror and knew he wanted to view her breast. But first
she wanted her skirt and half-slip removed, and
instructed to him to take them from her body.
"Mark, don't take my stocking and garter off, but pull
my panties off me."
Still behind Barbi, he pulled her panties down over her
hips and the personal image of her round hips were now
in front of his eyes. His hands reached out and slowly
ran across the firm round globes of the woman's
buttocks.
"Mark, stay where you are, I'm going to turn around,
and when I do I want you to touch me any way or place
you wish, but tell me what your feeling and thinking as
you do so, please honey."
Before his eyes, was the pussy of the pretty woman, who
had tempted him all evening, with promises of delight,
which Mark didn't believe would actually happen, and
this he told Barbi.
His hands moved out and slowly and steadily moved up
the smooth thighs of the woman standing nude before
him. Once his hands had moved from the nylons covering
her legs, and he touched the cool skin, cool and
feeling like silk, he shuddered. With a tentative move
and almost as if his hands were afraid to touch the
first sex of a woman, he lightly allowed his fingertips
to touch Barbi's sparse pubic hairs.
Then he moved his fingers between the ivory thighs
before him, and he saw her step to the side so her
thighs were wider apart and his hands instantly moved
to touch his first vagina. Then he remembered Barbi's
comments, so he spoke as to what he was thinking and
feeling.
"Your skin is like ice, so smooth and your hair on you
thing is thin, and you're so wet between your legs."
Then he told her, "I can just get one finger inside
you, and I will kiss you there if you want, as I was
told girls like that."
"You may kiss me there if you want, but first I want to
have you set on the edge of the bed."
Moving to the bed, Mark sat down, watching in disbelief
as Barbi kneeled in front of him and reached out and
took his thing in her hand. He watched as her lips
moved down and kissed the end of his erection. When he
felt her tongue, flip across and around the head of his
cock, Mark moved upward with his body.
For Barbi, she knew that the young boy would likely
shoot off if she played with him very long, and she
didn't want to let him cum until she had build him up
with her mouth. Up close, Barbi discovered his cock
wasn't as large as she thought it would be. His dick
was likely no more than five inches long, and her hand
could grip around his erection. As her lips and tongue
moved over the head of his cock, she finally let her
mouth slip down over his erection until her lips were
against his pubic hair.
Slowly and with an increasing rhythm, and speed, Barbi
felt his cock starting to twitch, so she stopped her
sucking and fucking his cock with her mouth. Four
times, Barbi would build him up and when she felt his
cock throb and quiver, she stopped, then decided to
take him off as she heard Mark telling her, "I want to
cum, in your mouth, oh... Barbi, you're sucking my cock
and it is so good, oh yes, now... eyieeee, yesss!"
Barbi felt him spray the insides of her mouth and he
seemed to continue shooting his cum, not in the normal
squirt, then squirt again and then again, but his cum
was almost continuous. Her mouth was full and she still
continued fucking his cock with her mouth.
Her hand caught some of the cum as it escaped from her
mouth, and she moved her hand so she could see what his
cum was like. My god, she thought, it is thick like a
milkshake. This is the thickest cum I've ever seen or
had. Her mouth took it and swallowed until she felt him
eject the last of his creamy male juice.
Barbi had an orgasm as she swallowed the last drop of
his cum, and she was so weak from the action she had
just shared with a young boy, she fell backwards onto
the floor.
Looking down at the sight of the woman laying on the
floor, her legs apart, and it looked as if her pussy
was opening and closing, as he studied her form. Barbi
was also feeling her pussy opening and closing and her
orgasm was as strong as any she had ever had.
"Barbi, can I fuck you now?"
"Yes... yes, oh Mark, do me now, let me have your hard
cock, give me your toy, gawd Mark, you're splitting me
open!"
Somehow Barbi knew that his cock had expanded and was
bigger than when she saw it, when kneeling between his
legs to suck him off.
Mark cried out as he experienced being inside a woman's
pussy, "Oh yes, it's so hot, it feels so smooth and
wet. I love how your skin feels, it is so smooth, and
so wet, can I love you forever?" he asked.
Barbi knew what the young boy was feeling and told him,
"You can love me forever, if you wish, but just fuck me
- Mark, you cock feels so good!"
For what must have been close to fifteen minutes, Mark
moved his cock in and out of the tight pussy that was
holding his cock, then felt he was cumming again and
shouted out, "I'm cumming, oh Barbi - do you like me to
come in you?"
"Yes, cum - cum oh yeah, oh I'm cumming with you, gawd
I'm cumming so fucking hard, MARK NOW!" Her body
shaking, Barbi peed like she had with Uncle John, and
didn't concern herself with what the hotel staff would
think when they made the bed, or even what Mark thought
at the moment, as she wet the bed.
Memories of the time when Uncle John had went down on
me for a long time, when I was eleven, and how I had
peed came back to me. The time with Jack Thompson, when
I had peed as he had eaten me, had brought back warm
memories, but now it was from feeling a 17-year-old
fucking me, and then I came again.
After they had enjoyed the initial intercourse, Mark
was soon asking questions about what they had done.
Then to her surprise, he asked her, "How man guys have
you had sex with Barbi?" Knowing he shouldn't have
asked the question, he commented, "I'm sorry, that is
none of my business, but I just wondered if I did it
okay, or how it was for you."
"My dear, you weren't the first, but it is a shame you
won't be the last, cause you turned me on so much, that
I peed, and no man who has made love to me with his
cock ever did that before."
They lay in bed and before long Barbi heard a question
that she knew was planted in his mind by herself, "Do
you thing mom would let me do it to her?" Then he must
have realized the fact of incest entering into any such
relationship, and asked, "Would be wrong if we did have
sex, I mean my mom and me?"
"Only the two of you can answer that, but you must
never tell anyone that you have made love to your
mother." Then Barbi told Mark, "Tomorrow evening I will
teach you a few more things about sex, but now I want
you in me, then lets dress and go meet your mother, I
want to meet her."
Barbi played with his young balls and cock until he was
again erect, and it must not have taken any longer than
ten minutes and Mark was again driving his cock back
and forth in the tight sheath of her pussy. Mark found
a rhythm and he rocked her body with another orgasm
before she accepted his cum deep into her body.
After he went off, Barbi moved down, and licked and
feed on the cream on the head of his manhood, and
didn't stop until she had him hard and again brought
down his cum. She eagerly sucked his cock until he
unloaded another load of his cream into her mouth and
she swallowed it as it squinted to the entrance of her
throat. She loved his thick white smooth substances as
she let it run down her throat, and it tasted
distinctly different from others she'd tasted and
swallowed.
"Cone on, let's take a shower together, and then get
dressed and go meet your mother."
As they showered, Barbi was amazed when he took the
soap and washed every part of her body, and washed
between her legs with a gentle touch, While washing her
back, then her hips, she felt him pull her hips apart
and his fingers stroked her anus as if they were
feathers touching her most private body opening. "Mark,
you might just get kidnapped, you treat me with more
compassion than any man I have made love with."
"Thanks, do you like me touching you back here?"
"More than I can express, and your touch is sweet and
gentle, you are quite the lover for a seventeen-year-
old," Barbi told the young lover.
"Barbi don't, be mad at me, but I told you a lie."
"About what, Mark?"
"My age, I'm not seventeen, I'm just turned fifteen
last month, but please don't be upset with me because I
lied, and I'm sorry I did so."
"MARK, WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME," Barbi asked with a
hurtful loud voice, and she moved to the far end of the
shower, and began to cry. She had wanted a young
virgin, but she didn't want a boy barely fifteen.
Mark moved to where Barbi was crawling in the corner of
the shower, his arms reached out to hug the woman who
had just given him his initial love making. He was too
young to understand why Barbi was upset, but
incorrectly assumed it was because he had lied. His
arms wrapped around the shivering and crying woman, and
despite her resistance in his holding her, he felt her
move closer to him.
"Mark, I can be in big trouble if someone knew we had
sex together, and I could go to jail forever." Then she
looked at him and asked, "You won't tell anyone, ever,
will you?"
"No, and when I'm old enough can I come to you, and
maybe we can get married?"
"Mark, oh my dear Mark, you're so sweet, and I would
love to think that could happen, but some day you will
find a girl your age and fall in love with her."
As they stood in the shower, Barbi felt him becoming
erect from the body contact of standing under the water
spraying from the shower. She had to determine if she
wanted to chance to meet his mother take him to bed
again. "Mark, get that young cock from my body and
let's get dressed, and let me do the talking when we
meet your mother."
Barbi looked at her wrist watch, as she put it on and
found it was only eight-thirty. They had eaten dinner,
went to bed and enjoyed the goddess of love, Aphrodite,
and now she was on her way to meet Mark's mother.
As they walked to the restaurant, Mark's mother,
Arlene, owned, she explained about them having dinner
together and they meet at seven o'clock to eat.
Walking into the small restaurant, Mark walked up to
his mother and kissed her cheek, then told her, "Mom, I
want you to meet Barbi Sampson, she took me to dinner
tonight, her treat, because she said I was such a good
waiter when she was here today for an afternoon lunch."
Arlene looked at Barbi, smiled and thought she must be
a very special young woman, and had no idea of what had
actually happened. Barbi sat at the end of the counter,
next to the cash register, and told about her own
restaurant she had bought. That got the two women into
a great relationship, and a life long friendship begins
at that moment, which neither knew was going to take
place at that moment.
Barbi stayed in the restaurant until Arlene closed, and
they decided to carry on their conversation at the
small counter restaurant that was open all night, next
to the hotel where she was staying. Mark had left about
an hour after they had entered the restaurant, and
Barbi promised she would be in for lunch the next
afternoon.
Looking at Arlene as they sat at the counter of the
restaurant having a bagel and coffee, Barbi found she
was indeed an attractive woman, and wondered why she
hadn't gotten a divorce.
Pretending to have no knowledge of her personal life,
Barbi asked, "So what does a single woman do for
excitement in this town, perhaps you can tell me where
the fun spots are."
"Oh, I'm not single, I'm married - kind of, I should
state, as my husband let Mark and I eight years ago,
but I've never dated."
"What, you are a beautiful woman, and Mark needs a
father, in person and not just by title."
"Your right, and some days I really want male
companionship, but I fear any closeness with another
man, I couldn't stand rejection again." Tell me Barbi,
do you find Mark attractive, even if he is only
fifteen?"
"There is one thing I can be certain about, is Mark has
assuredly gotten his handsome looks from his mother,
and I assume he finds his mother attractive."
For the next half hour, they spoke about their life and
what each wanted from it, especially Arlene, when she
talked about her son, Mark. Before calling it a night,
as it was now four in the morning, they decided to get
together on Friday night, as Arlene took off on Friday
and the restaurant was closed on Sunday.
Barbi had planned on leaving Friday morning but
determined it would be fun to go out with the woman,
and they agreed to meet at her hotel room, Friday
evening around seven.
The following evening, Mark meet Barbi at his mother's
restaurant, and Arlene suggest a restaurant they should
eat in, although it is rather expensive. Looking at her
son, she told Mark, "You be nice and don't embarrass
Barbi."
Over dinner, Mark told Barbi that when his mother
walked into his room this morning to wake him, it was
nearly noon, and he had to be at the restaurant by one.
"Mom lay down on the bed and she was nude, and when I
suggested she snuggle under the covers with me, she
looked at me and got under the covers."
"Did you enjoy her in bed with you, even to just be
together?"
"Yeah, and as she lay next to me in the bed, she turned
on her side as always and hugged me, except she didn't
move her leg up over me immediately." Then he added,
"When her leg moved over me, I had turned onto my side,
and my thing was really hard, and mom felt it against
her stomach, and told me to behave, and not get ideas,
at least for now."
"Mark, she has to convince herself to let you make love
to her, don't rush her, and she will let you know when
she wants you, if she ever does." "By the way, your mom
and I are going out together Friday evening."
After dinner, they went back to the hotel, and once
they were in bed, Barbi felt Mark sucking her nipples
then he moved down and kissed her pussy, and finally
begin to lick at her. He was inexperienced, but he made
it feel good, even if she didn't go off. She reached
down and pulled him up over her body and between her
legs. His cock found its way into her, but he needed to
work it in gently and slow.
He stroked her for about five minutes and shot his cum
up into her body. After a few minutes, Barbi moved down
and begins to lick his cock from his balls to the tip
where the slit parted the end of his young manhood.
Mark became hard in just a few minutes, when he was
firm enough, Barbi pulled him onto her body and again
felt him leave his cream in her pussy.
They got out of bed and took a shower, then dressed and
went to where his mother's restaurant. When they
entered the place, Barbi found it was full of
customers, and there was only one seat available, and
it was at the counter. Barbi saw that Arlene and the
grill man were having trouble keeping up.
"Mark, take off your jacket and tie, grab an apron, and
get me one and we will help out."
For the next two hours, Barbi loved helping Arlene
serve the customers and she saw that Mark really knew
what to do on the grill, and even helped bus the tables
and counter. Finally Mark left, and Arlene and Barbi
worked together until Arlene closed the place at two in
the morning. They returned to the same place they had
been to last night, and Barbi ordered both a steak and
egg breakfast.
While enjoying the coffee after eating, Arlene shocked
Barbi when she asked, "Have you had sex with Mark, and
I'm not upset if you have, but tell me the truth."
Looking at Arlene, Barbi told Arlene the truth, but did
not go into specific derails as to what they had done.
Then Barbi told her new friend, "Mark finds you very
attractive, and he truly loves you, perhaps more than
just a parental influence."
"Barbi, I know, and I have so many needs, like I have
not been with a man since my husband left, and I'm
afraid of my own feelings toward Mark."
Pretending to not know about her being nude in front of
her son, and finally getting under the covers with him,
Barbi said, "Arlene, maybe you should find a way to let
your son view your body, in the buff, after all he is
truly a man, in the aspects of love, of this I can
assure you."
"Barbi that is the problem, I have let him see me, and
I even got in bed with him this morning without
anything on, is that wrong?"
"Not if you both find it enjoyable, and you explain to
Mark that he must never tell anyone."
For another hour they spoke about what it would be like
if Arlene committed incest with her son, and she
admitted she was at times so frustrated she thought
about doing it with a strange man, but was always
afraid for a man to see her nude.
"Arlene, come to my room with me, I want to prove
something, just for you."
After entering her hotel room with Arlene, Barbi asked
her, "Arlene will you undress, I want to see why you
are so afraid of being nude with a man, yet you allow
your son to see your body."
"You want me to undress in front of you, are you
queer?"
"Arlene that is one thing I will never be, I can assure
you."
Slowly and unsurely, Arlene undressed and stood before
Barbi in her bra, panty girdle and stockings, and
didn't know where or what to do with her hands.
"Remove all, I want to see the rest of you, and your
skin is perfect and I see no blemishes on you,
anywhere."
"I can't believe I'm doing this, but here goes."
With that Arlene was soon naked and her body was
perfect. Her breasts were like those of a high school
girl, they were firm and stood out proudly from her
chest, with no evidence of sagging, and they had to be
"C" cups. Arlene had nipples that were at least an inch
long.
Her stomach was tight, with no evidence of ever having
been pregnant, and the only stretch marks were some
faint pink like marks where her stomach meets with the
front of her hips. Moving my eyes downward, I saw her
mons was completely covered in reddish hair, that was
not only thick, but went from one side of her torso to
the other. The hair was layered thick on the inside of
her thighs, and hung low between her legs. Looking at
her pubic hair, Barbi knew that the longest hair had to
be at least five to six inches long.
"Turn around, please, Arlene," I asked her?
Watching as Arlene turned around, I saw her hips were
not flabby and her upper thighs in the back showed not
evidence of pocketing from cellulite. "Lady, you have a
perfect body, and I would love to watch your son when
he finds out you will let him take you."
"Barbi, I can't believe I undressed in front of you,
but would you do the same, as I want to compare my body
with yours." Then Arlene shocked Barbi somewhat, as she
told her, "I've never seen an adult woman nude, and
would like to view you, please?"
Moving over by the table, Barbi undressed, and when she
was nude as Arlene, she moved until she was standing
only a few inches from her new found friend. Whatever
the chemistry, both women reached out and hugged the
other. Their bodies pressed against the other and they
moved together and lay on the bed. Neither knew what to
do next, but Barbi felt Arlene kissing her nipples and
then moved down her stomach and begin licking and
kissing her mons, then her tongue was playing over
Barbi's clit.
For the next several minutes, Barbi climaxed over and
over, and yet did not consider the act she was involved
in as being homosexual. Finally she moved up, commenced
suckling the long nipples, standing hard and tall from
Arlene's breast. Her lips kissed their way down to the
thick growth of hair providing cover over the slit
between Arlene's legs. The hair was so thick that it
was difficult for Barbi to slip her tongue inside the
wet and surprising tight opening between her friend's
labia.
Her teeth sought out Arlene's clit, and Barbi tried to
remember all the ways Weed had taken her with his
tongue, teeth and lips a few weeks previously at the
bottom of the Grand Canyon. With no experience in
Sapphic love or sexual affection for women, Barbi
emulated Weed and what she liked from men going down on
her, especially her Uncle John.
Barbi felt Arlene's hands tangle in her hair and pull
her face firmly against her vulva. Hearing the strange
voice of a woman as she made love to a person, not a
male of female, Barbi loved feeling and hearing Arlene
reach the pinnacle of lust, over and over. Her face
covered in the wetness flowing from Arlene's sex, she
licked and bit the tender love bud that protruded from
the hood covering it, Barbi finally bit so hard she
expected to taste blood.
Instead, Arlene finally spoke, crying out, "HARDER, OH
YES BARBI, GOD DO IT HARDER, YESSSSS, AWGH!" Her legs
shook and her hips rose up from the bed and her voice
became still, but her breathing was so strong that
Barbi became concerned that perhaps something was wrong
with Arlene.
They lay back on the bed, both totally exhausted, and
finally they moved as one and soon were hugging each
other and apologizing for having had sex with the
other. They both laughed at the same time and knew the
act had not been planned or expected. It had simply
happened and it was wonderful. But neither woman ever
engaged in lesbian love again.
Finally they rose from the bed and took a soaking bath
together, and sat and discussed in somewhat a clinical
manner what they had just enjoyed together. "Barbi,
your hair over your sex is so thin, has it always been
like that or do you trim or shave it so it looks like
some young girls, just starting to grow?"
"No, I have never had a thick growth, and your is so
thick, and spreads completely across your waist." Then
Barbi commented about her hair growing toward her
naval, "I love the line of hair starting at your naval,
and grows all the way down onto your legs."
"You know that it has never been cut or trimmed, ever."
"When Mark was born, I was on the way with my husband
to the hospital, and he came out in the car, so it
didn't get shaved when I delivered."
"It is beautiful, and I enjoyed resting my face on the
thick fur you have to cover your vulva," Barbi replied.
Looking at Barbi, Arlene then told her how she had
allowed herself to get under the covers with her son,
and she was about ready to let him have her, but when
she felt his firm penis touch against her stomach and
pubic hair, she became scarred.
"I understand, and let me tell you a story about an 8-
year-old girl, who grew up with her uncle, sharing his
bed and wanting him to have sex with her." For over an
hour, they lay at opposite ends of the bathtub as Barbi
told about her strange but enjoyable life with her
uncle, and how he had made her wealthy.
"He did it in your butt, but wouldn't put it all the
way up your pussy, but did part way?" Arlene asked
question after question and Barbi answered each as best
she could.
Rising from the shower, Barbi, asked her new friend,
"Why not call Mark and tell him you are staying with me
tonight, as we just got in and it is so late?"
They spent the night together, and they awoke in each
other's arms the next morning around ten, with the
phone ringing. "Hello," Barbi said as she answered the
phone, to hear Mark sounding really happy.
"Is mom still there, and is she okay?"
"Yes, you terribly handsome, devil, would you like to
speak with her, and by the way, you woke us, you
knucklehead."
Arlene spoke on the phone, and when she was finished,
handed it to Barbi, "He wants to know if the two of you
are going out tonight, but this is Friday, remember?"
As she spoke to Mark, Barbi told him that she was going
out with his mother tonight but promised to stay over
until next Tuesday morning, then she had to hit the
road. Barbi listened as he asked her if her mother had
told about them being in bed together?"
"Yes, and it will work as you wish, just be patient."
They lay back in the bed and soon were sleeping again.
Finally they awoke around noon, and they looked at each
other and soon were nursing at each other's breast.
After a few minutes of enjoying the protruding nipples
each offered the other, they rose from the bed,
showered together and after dressing, Arlene left for
home.
Barbi went shopping, and she had checked the size of
Arlene's clothes and found several items that she
purchased, including three matching bra and panty sets.
Arriving at the small restaurant, she found that Mark
was busy and she slipped off her jacket, put on an
apron and was soon taking orders, while he cooked.
Twice when she took the order slip to him at the grill,
she moved so her hand was hidden and pinched his butt.
Each time he yelped and everyone in the restaurant
understood what had happened and asked him too not to
make so noise while they ate.
Barbi stayed until around four, then left for the hotel
to get ready to meet Arlene, and they had changed their
planes to meet around five.
Before she left, Mark asked her, "Did mom say is she
and I were going to have sex together, or what is going
to happen?"
"She wants to let you, but Mark, she is nervous, so
don't rush her, as no one has touched her since your
father, and you know how long that has been." Then
Barbi told him, "Mark, after it happens, I want you to
write it all down send it to me, so I can share it with
you."
Back at the hotel, Barbi called Doris at the restaurant
and asked how things were going, and if she was ready
to leave town?
Doris chuckled for a moment, then asked, "Did you hear
about Andy running away to either Alabama or
Mississippi and getting married?"
"Not really, but I will tell you more when I get home
in another week or two, but I want to stop in Chicago
for at least a week to see the things I visited with
Uncle John." Then she laughed and asked Doris, please
do not repeat what I'm about to tell you, "The stork is
likely on its way, honest to god, but I will fill you
in when I get home."
"Your joking, you mean his first cousin, shit! What a
trip," Then Doris was laughing so hard, she told Barbi
that people were wondering why she was laughing so
hard. Doris related, "I signed over the restaurant and
sent the papers to Mr. Hall, so the place is all
yours."
"Doris, can I impose on you for a favor, as I have
found some ideas while traveling that I think will help
me out once your gone, and people may not like the new
owner?"
"Sure, what do you need me to do?"
Barbi told her about wanting to set up a carving
station, and have some smorgasbord meals on Friday and
Saturday evenings, and all day on Sunday. "Could you
get them ordered and if possible set them up where you
think they would be best, perhaps along the wall next
to the kitchen, which would make it easy to keep the
line filled?"
"You must be a mind reader, as I had considered adding
a buffet line before you decided to buy me out."
For another twenty minutes they spoke about where she
had been, and then Doris told her some bad news.
"Barbi, I wasn't going to tell you and upset you on
your trip, but Claire passed away last week, and her
funeral was Wednesday."
"What - what happened," Barbi asked with tears in her
eyes?
"She had a heart attack, and she only lived about an
hour after she was at the hospital." Then she added,
"But the hospital is at least twelve miles away, so
they thought she might have lived, had she been closer
for medical help."
After getting off the phone, Barbi, took a quick shower
and as she was drying off, heard a knock on the door.
Opening the door, after she knew it was Arlene, they
hugged, and Barbi apologized for not being dressed. She
told Arlene about her phone call, except for the story
of Andy.
Arlene watched as Barbi pulled the towel away from her
body, exposing the trim body she had made love too so
unexpectedly. "Barbi, if I ever decide to be with
another woman, I will hunt you up for the encounter, as
you're truly a beautiful person to view in the nude."
"Perhaps, Arlene, all women should at least once in the
life be with another woman, and can state that being
with you is something I will always be thankful that it
occurred."
That evening they went out for dinner, and then they
went to a cocktail lounge near the hotel. They sat at a
table near the door and could watch the people enter
and leave the lounge. A band was playing and when two
men walked over and asked them to dance, Barbi spoke up
and said they would love to dance with them. Arlene
looked a little frightened, but got up and followed the
others to the dance floor.
During the dance Barbi saw that Arlene had finally let
her head rest against the chest of the man she was
dancing with. The band begins to play another slow
number, and they all continued dancing. Once the song
ended, they returned to their table, and the men asked
if they could join them? "Sure, why not, if your buying
the drinks," Barbi laughingly replied. After they were
seated, the men told them their names were, Willie, who
Barbi had danced with, and the man who had danced with
Arlene was Don.
For the next couple of hours, the four of them were
enjoying each others company, and the men were in town
for a veteran group convention. As they spoke about
their hotel, Barbi knew they must be in the same hotel
where she was staying. As the band announced they were
playing their last number for the evening, the four of
them got up and danced.
Barbi looked over and saw Arlene was dancing with her
eyes shut and her arms were holding onto her dance
partner, Don, tightly. Barbi felt Willie pressing his
pubic area against her own as they danced and she
rubbed back against his erection. Her leg was captured
between Willie's and she was enjoying the feeling of
rubbing her pussy against his leg.
"This is crazy Barbi, but would you go to my room, or
we could go to yours, but I would enjoy holding you and
feeling you in my arms tonight?"
"Perhaps, but let me speak with my friend when we set
back down, and I guess a trip to the restroom will
provide me a chance to speak to her." "Oh, has Don said
anything about being with Arlene, she added?"
"We spoke about it when we went to the restrooms, and
Don said Arlene told him she was married, but might."
In the restroom, Arlene brought up the subject of
sleeping with the two men before Barbi mentioned the
request. "The only way I could be with Don, is if you
were in the room with me, but I can't go to bed with
someone alone like this."
"Do you want to sleep with Don, and if you do, Willie
wants me to go to bed with him, so what say we use the
two beds, in my room?"
"Oh Barbi, what do I do, it has been so long since I
have been with a man?"
"Let him lead the way, and I will bet a twenty, that he
will have you undressed in less than five minutes after
entering the room," Barbi told her friend.
"I guess we might just as well go meet our destiny,
Barbi girl, and I'm so scarred, I could pee my pants,
and I just peed them," Arlene laughed as she spoke.
They walked back to the table, and Barbi asked, "How
about we all four go to my hotel room?"
After entering Barbi's room, Don and Willie said they
would order cocktails if they wanted another drink.
Barbi and Arlene both declined, and each sat on a bed,
and were soon joined by the dancing partners. For a few
minutes they all pretended to be unaware of what they
were really in the room for. Finally, Barbi determined
that she would break the ice, and at least set the pace
so Arlene would not have to be the first from the
female side, of the acknowledged sex that was going to
take place.
Leaning forward, Barbi asked Willie if he would
unfasten the back of her dress, and rub her shoulders.
The dress she was wearing was a sleeveless summer dress
that had inch wide stripes that were attached to the
squared off top of the dress, both in front and back.
"Ease the zipper down a little, so you don't rip the
dress, please Willie?"
Barbi knew that her strapless bra, was pushing her
breast up and exposing her roundness more than a
regular bra, and she saw that Arlene and Don were
watching she and Willie. "That feels so nice, but rub a
little lower, yes, there, your hands feel strong," she
told Willie. Barbi saw that Don had started to massage
Arlene's shoulders and back and that he did not have
the advantage of a dress to open like she was wearing
and allowed Willie access to her easily.
Deciding to break the ice all the way, Barbi turned
around and faced Willie, and as he caught her in his
arms, she asked, "Take my dress off, please?"
That was all it took and within just a few moments,
Barbi saw Don was unbuttoning the blouse Arlene was
wearing, and then pull it from her skirt and off her
body. He heard his moan as the bra encased of her
friends firm breasts were now before his eyes. Then she
saw Arlene raise her hips as her lover for the evening
was about to remove her skirt. Barbi looked on with
pleasure as she knew Arlene was going to have sex for
the first time in eight years. Don soon had her hose
unsnapped, her bra and panty garter pulled down, and
Arlene was allowing a man to take her.
Barbi was soon nude, and she watched with expectation
as Willie removed the last of his clothing, his boxer
shorts. His cock was long, not really thick, but she
knew he was at least seven inches long, and hard as a
rock. She looked over and saw that Don was in the
process of pulling his undershirt off, and then she
watched and cringed as his large manhood came into
view. Hell, he must be eight inches long and half as
thick, Barbi knew.
Arlene, she thought you are about to have one hell-of-
a-fuck, for your first in eight years. Damn, what a
cock, perhaps we can switch partners before the night
is over, Barbi thought. Then her mind was taken back to
her partner as he was moving from sucking her nipples,
to kissing his way down to her pussy. As Willie's mouth
and lips moved to her stomach, Barbi lay back in
surrender, awaiting another man to place his seed into
her body.
"AWGH, OH MY GOD," Arlene cried out as she felt the
large cock enter her pussy, and spread her open. Barbi
lay on her back being eaten out, and turned to watch
her friend being fucked by the large cock that was
moving like a jack-hammer, back and forth in Arlene's
pussy. Barbi knew that Arlene was beyond any thing but
to be fucked and fucked hard by only the second man in
her life.
"OH YES, I FEEL IT! IT IS HARD AND SO BIG! SO BIG, OH
DON, FUCK ME, FUCK ME FOREVER, IT HAS BEEN SO LONG, AND
YOU'RE SO BIG! YES! I'M CUMMING! GOD ALMIGHTY! I'M
CUMMING NOW!!" Arlene cried out after no more than half
a minute of taking her first cock in eight years.
Barbi watched as Arlene held her legs straight up in
the air, with her hands holding them behind her knees.
Her feet were moving in circle motions as they waved
above the man between her legs. Then Barbi felt Willie
feeding his cock up into her pussy, and her mind lost
track of her friend for just a moment. Then she heard
Arlene cry out louder than before, and looked over to
see what was going on. Even Willie stopped fucking and
turned to look in the direction of the other bed.
"I'M, I'M CUMMING! CUMMING AGAIN! OH IT IS SO HARD,
OH... OH YES, DEEPER AND HARDER!" Arlene sudden went
quite, as her second climax in less than two minutes
rolled across her body. The three of them saw her legs
suddenly drop down onto the bed and her eyes rolled
back into her head. Arlene's breathing was laboring,
and her body was shaking as she lost control of her
emotions.
There was no doubt that the pretty woman had passed out
in a lover's moment of emotions after feeling the
forbidden fruit of sex with someone who wasn't her
husband. Wasting no time, Don pulled Arlene's legs in
the crook of his elbows, and begin to again drive his
large cock in and out of tight sex of the woman whom he
had just made cum twice in a couple of minutes. Don had
no idea how long it had been since Arlene had last
enjoyed the feeling of a hard cock stroking in and out
of her tight pussy.
Then Barbi felt Willie driving into her own sex with
tremendous and forceful shoves of his seven inches of
hard bone up her pussy. Her grunts and groans of being
taken were nothing compared with those of her friend.
Then her climax was about ready to burst, but before
she could cum, Willie was shooting his cum into the far
reaches of her sex. "No, oh don't stop!" Barbi cried
out, but Willie pulled his cock from her gripping
pussy.
Don looked over at the woman as she asked his friend
not to stop giving her his cock and to make her cum.
Moving from atop Arlene, he got off the bed and moved
over and climbed on the bed with Barbi. Without any
words being said, Don moved between the wide spread
legs of the younger woman. He loved the view of her
sparsely haired cunt, and moved his cock to the
entrance of Barbi's waiting pussy.
"YES, SHOVE IT IN, HARD AND DEEP!" Barbi cried out as
she felt Don spreading her small pussy lips open with
the large cock that stuck out from his body.
For another five minutes, Don fucked Barbi, and at one
point he listened as she cried out, over and over,
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," never stopping her two
word requests.
Don felt his balls filling with cum, and he pulled
Barbi's legs up into the crook of his elbows as he had
Arlene. This allowed him to drive his cock fiercely and
deep into the clenching pussy that was milking his cock
for a tremendous ejaculation, and he knew the most he
had ever shot off into a pussy.
"YEAH, I'M CUMMING! CUM WITH ME DON! GIVE ME YOUR CUM,
FUCK ME!" Barbi wailed out as her climax over powered
her as it did Arlen from the hard fucking she was
receiving. My god, Barbi thought, as her climax ebbed
away, after cumming harder, she believed than she ever
had before.
I wonder, Barbi thought, did Arlene and I cum so hard
because we were both together, and the hard pounding
Don gave their now bruised insides. Looking over at the
other bed, she saw Willie was fucking Arlene, and she
had her legs around his back and her hips were bouncing
up and down with the strokes of his cock.
Moving down, Barbi started sucking on Don's cock, and
she wanted him hard and wanted him to fuck her even
hard the next time. In just a few minutes, she had his
cock erect and she moved onto her hands and knees and
told Don, "Do it doggie style, and as hard and deep as
you can poke that big cock up into me- don't hold back
no matter what!"
Her wish was honored and before long Barbi found it
necessary to rest on the bed with only her hips in the
air. The assault on her sex was so hard she screamed
out in pain, but wanted even more of Don's hard manhood
pounding against the door to her womb. They came
together, and Barbi simply let a long screech announce
her orgasm, as Don emptied four loads of cum into her
womb entrance.
Arlene and Barbi both lay on their bed, completely
drained sexually, but Don soon was hard and again
mounted Arlene. His cock was perhaps thicker than
before, and he would pull it back out until only the
head was parting the lips of her sex. Then with a hard
shove, drive back into her pussy with a brutal pouncing
drive of his hard-on.
How long he rode Arlene, was known, but after he went
off, Willie took his place and drilled his long cock up
into her pussy deep and hard until Arlene was sobbing
out she could take anymore, yet he didn't stop. Hearing
her cries for Willie to stop, was turning Don on once
more. When Willie was done taking Barbi, Don moved
Arlene onto her hands and knees, and begin fucking her
as deep and hard as he could deliver his cock into her
stretched and wet sex.
After a few minutes, he pulled his cock from her pussy
and placed it at the entrance of her anus. With only a
little preparation, he begins easing the large hear of
his cock into her ass.
"NO! STOP!" Arlene cried out as she felt her sphincter
muscle being parted by a cock for the first time in her
life, When she felt Don's balls bouncing against her
pussy, and his pubic hair against the inner separation
of her round hips, Arlene knew her ass was totally
stuffed with the large cock. The burning and pain was
so unpleasant, it felt good, then she felt him driving
deep and fast into and then back out of her rear dark
hole.
Her pleadings would change from wanting more, to take
it out, then Barbi heard her friend cry out, "My gawd,
yes, oh Don fuck my ass, fuck my ass deep like that, oh
AWG - help me, oh help me - yes, do my ass - eeeyyyy,
oh shit I'm cumming NOW!"
Barbi could not believe how Arlene was pushing her hips
back hard for Don to penetrate her nether hole and as
her climax, from her first anal sex peaked and they
ebbed, Arlene shouted, "HE'S FUCKING MY ASS!? HE'S
FUCKING MY ASS!? OH HELL, I'VE GOT TO GO! TAKE IT OUT!
DON'T... I'VE GOT TO GO! NOW!"
Don pulled his cock from the dark hole, and as he did
Arlene lost control of her bowels knowing she going to
expel from the pounding and load of cum Don had shot up
into her bowels. "Help me Barbi, I'm about to
defecate."
Reaching down, Barbi picked her up the summer dress,
knowing it would be ruined if Arlene lost controls of
her bowels, but her friend needed her help, and the
dress could be replaced. While Arlene still held her
hips up in the air, and was resting on her forearms,
Barbi quickly shoved her dress between Arlene's open
hips, just in time to catch the release of her bowels.
Both Don and Willie were totally stunned as they saw
and heard what was happening with Arlene. Don, and not
in a cruel way, but one of surprise in his voice,
softly said, "Damn, I just fucked the shit out of her!
Hell, I've heard the expression, 'I'm going to fuck the
shit out of you,' but this is the first time I have
even done or believed it was possible, jess."
Holding her dress in place while Arlene moved to get up
from the bed, Arlene was unable to stop her bowels from
losing control. The order, if nothing else told the
other three what was occurring. Don, who was standing
at the side of the bed, moved over and told Barbi, "Let
me help her," and holding the dress, so the mess didn't
get on the bed or floor as Arlene hobbled to the
bathroom.
Until Arlene was ready to sit down on the toilet, Don
held the dress for her. Then quickly moved it away so
she could finish expelling her feces. Arlene looked up
at the man who was helping her and begin to cry. "I'm
sorry, I'm so embarrassed, and to do it in front of you
is so embarrassing, please forgive me?"
"Not to worry, you have allowed me to be the first man
to ever have you like that." Then Don asked a question
about something that he had wandered as they all spoke
before coming to Barbi's room, "Do I understand you
haven't had sex for more than eight years?"
While asking Arlene the question, Don had moved and
started the shower running. Neither Arlene nor Don
thought about his leaving the bathroom while she
finished her body functions. Once she was done, Don
took the dress and emptied the body waste into the
toilet, and after flushing it down the drain, moved the
dress up and down in the water to remove the feces that
had adhered to the garment.
Placing the dress in the wastebasket, Don then turned
and took Arlene's hand and led her under the spraying
water with him. As they allowed the water to splash
over their bodies, Arlene did not notice how it was
getting her hair wet, and moved into Don's arms when he
reached for her.
"Arlene, don't be embarrassed, but your doing that, and
knowing I was the first man to enjoy anal sex with you,
I consider an honor - and I hope you understand what
I'm saying."
Holding her head against his chest, she replied, "Don,
that was the most intimate feeling and I cannot really
describe the feeling of your being up me like that, but
the pressure was so intent."
They washed each other, and Arlen kneeled down in the
shower and begin to kiss and then take the first ever
cock into her mouth. She wasn't certain how to do the
act of oral sex, but she had heard enough over the
years, and some unknown instinct allowed her the
knowledge to take Don until her mouth was full of his
warm, thick man juices.
After they finished showering, they walked back into
the bedroom and found Willie and Barbi engaged in a 69.
They sat on the edge of the bed, watching the couple
bring oral pleasure to each other. Barbi came first,
and her thighs squeezed her partner's head tightly as
she went off. In less than a minute, Arlene and Don
could see Barbi's mouth was being filed with Willie's
cum, and her throat showed she was swallowing his cum
as he went off.
For another half hour, the four of them lay on one bed
speaking of the evening, and Arlene, herself, brought
up the loss of her body functions, and asked Barbi,
"Have you ever had that happen to you?"
"No, but on more than one occasion I have peed like it
would never stop coming." Then she told about the first
time she ever peed during sex, and that it was with her
Uncle John."
Willie listened to her comments, then asked in a
surprised and loud voice, "You had sex with your
uncle?"
"Not real sex, but lets not get into that, okay?"
Shortly they were all asleep, and when the phone rang,
it was eight-thirty in the morning. Barbi picked up the
phone, and answered, "Hello."
"Barbi, I found out from Doris where you were, and hope
you're not upset with my calling," she heard Andy say.
"No, that is fine, is something wrong?"
"Not really, well, but this morning when I was doing
the chores, and then when I drove into town to have
breakfast and coffee at BARBI'S DOLL HOUSE, I got to
thinking of you and how much I missed you, and I wanted
to hear your voice."
"Andy, I don't wish to hurt you, but your married and
evidently expecting a child, so it is best that we are
only friends, and you shouldn't call me - it isn't fair
to Jean May, your new bride."
"I know, but I made a big mistake, and perhaps I can
speak with you alone when you return?"
"Only if we meet up some place, or at the restaurant,
but Andy, you're a decent man and you must stay true to
your wedding vows."
"You must know, I love you Barbi - I should never have
let you go, but when you get home, will you see me,
please?"
"No Andy, unless we see each other at the American ..."
Andy cut off her comments by abruptly hanging up the
phone.
Crawling back into bed, with the other three, Barbi
soon found that Don wanted sex and she moved so he was
between her legs without any foreplay. Feeling Don uses
his hand to guide his cock into her waiting pussy,
Barbi had determined that she enjoyed sex at times
without any preliminary love making. Just straight get
on, get in and get it off! The other point that came to
her mind as Don moved up into her, forcing her pussy
apart, as she hadn't even let down her juices to allow
him to slip inside her sex with ease, she liked it in
the morning before she peed.
For Don, the feeling of the woman under him gave him
tremendous staying capacity, and the physical need to
control going off. This morning, he thought, and he
took Barbi for more than fifteen minutes. Don moved his
cock so it struck the sides, top and even the bottom of
her vagina.
Barbi moved under Don, and he legs moved up and around
his hips, then as high up on his back as she could wrap
them around him. Her hands reached up and pulled her
legs back toward her shoulders, and held them wide
apart. Her lover for the moment, was able to slam his
pelvic area between her obscenely widespread legs as
deep and hard as he wanted. Barbi felt Don finally
reaching the point where he would give up his cum to
her waiting pussy. Now he was striking into her sex
with all the strength he could produce. His long thin
cock was battering at the entrance of her womb, and she
screamed out her climax as Don gave her his morning
load of very thick cum. "Yee, it's there, cum Don, cum
with me, now!"
Arlene had lain on her side watching her friend have
sex, and had reached out and ran her hand over Barbi's
perky breasts as she was being taken by Don. Willie had
moved so he was able to shove his hard-on into Arlene
as she lay on her side. He watched the other three and
became so excited at the image of his sex partner,
playing with the other woman's breast, he built up fast
and shot his cum into Arlene in no more than a minute
or two, at most.
They eventually got up from the bed, and as the men
dressed, asked if they could see the woman later that
evening, as they had a banquet to attend at six. But
would be free after the meal around eight or eight-
thirty?
The women declined, and after the men were gone, the
lay in each other's arms and went back to sleep. Waking
around ten-fifteen, Arlene found her face was now on
Barbi's chest, and she moved her lips only slightly and
captured the nipple in front of her lips. Nursing at
the pink nipple soon woke Barbi, and she realized what
was occurring and hugged her friend in her arms and
enjoyed the touch of Arlene's lips and tongue on the
hardened end of her mammary gland.
The feeling was nice, and Barbi felt no shame as she
reached down and began to masturbate her erect clit.
The more she moved her fingers on her on love bud, the
more pressure Arlene put into the sucking of Barbi's
nipple. Barbi shuddered and had an orgasm after no more
than a couple minutes.
Arlene sat up in the bed, and asked, "Did you enjoy
that?"
"More than I can describe, and you are so wonderful to
have as a friend." Barbi thought for a moment, then
asked, "Arlene, you don't need to answer me now, but
before I leave the day after tomorrow, I would like to
know if you would consider moving back to my hometown?"
They rose from the bed, and Arlene showered first, and
as she fixed her hair, Barbi showered. Once they were
both dressed, they left the room. Arlene left to go
home, and Barbi to the hotel restaurant, where she read
the morning paper over breakfast. Then she decided to
take a drive out around the area and go to a couple of
tourist traps that seemed like fun, if not serious.
That afternoon, around six, she walked into the
restaurant and found Mark and they spoke for a long
while. Then he asked Barbi, "Do you think mom will
really let me - let me do - you know what I mean?"
"Why, has she said something after we last spoke about
the two of you?"
"When she arrived home this morning, she stood next to
my bed and undressed, and told me that the two of you
have a great evening together, and ate an excellent
meal." Mark, then added, "As she undressed, she ran
here hands over her breast a couple of times, but
didn't seem to think anything about it."
"So, women do that after they take their bra off, just
to make them feel free."
"Mom wasn't wearing a bra, and after she was undressed,
got under the covers with me and hugged me and placed
her leg over my body, and her sex was touching my
erection."
"Did you enjoy that Mark, and did you do anything?"
"When I hugged her back, I moved a little onto my side
and my hand rested on her breast and she reached up
with hers and held it in place." Mark, Barbi could see
was becoming excited in the memory of what he was
telling her, then added, "My cock touched her sex
directly and when it did I shot off all over her."
"Sounds like you were excited - did you enjoy going off
on her?"
"Yes, and mom told me that the next time I would have
to put that stuff where it belongs." Barbi, does that
mean she is going to let me," Mark asked?
Barbi looked at Mark and told him, "You must keep this
among the three of us, and I would say the next time
you need to take the lead and gently move her onto her
back and slide up cock up into her, but be gentle with
her and show her you appreciate what she is doing by
your kind actions in making love with her."
"Mark, it is assuredly a fact that she was going to let
you have her this morning, and she couldn't say it in
words, so she moved so you could have put it in, but
you didn't." "So the next time, you just take the "bull
by the horns" and give her yourself to her," Barbi
laughed at her comment about the bull.
That evening Barbi went to the bar in the hotel, and as
she was finishing her drink, decided to try the place
down the street for a drink and listen to the piano
player the bartender told her about. The lounge was
full, and Barbi knew from the crowd that the majority
were likely from the veteran's convention by the number
of caps she saw. One man moved from a bar stool and
told her to have a seat.
She thanked him, and they made small talk but he did
not attempt to pick her up. After a while the two men
to her right were speaking about the story of some
woman crapping when she got it up her behind. Listening
to the men, she realized they were speaking about
Arlene, and she became furious, and decided to pay back
Don and Willie.
Returning to the hotel bar, she waited for the dinner
to end, then she saw the two assholes entering the
lounge. They spotted her at the table and walked over
to where she was seated.
"Hi guys, have a seat."
For the next half hour they enjoyed being together
having drinks, and Willie was constantly asking if they
could have a repeat of last night. Don wondered if she
could call Arlene and they could all four party once
again.
Barbi was smiling, but she was mad as hell, and knew
she was going to get even. "Guys, do you have business
cards, who knows I might be in your town before I
finish my vacation." Then she set up the kill, "Maybe
we can party," as she looked at their business cards,
"I'll call Arlene to see if she can." Then asked, put
your home addresses on the back of your cards, and your
phone numbers, and if I should call you, I promise to
tell your wife I'm selling insurance." Both Don and
Willie laughed at her comment as they both were
insurance salesmen.
Excusing herself to call Arlene, Barbi left the hotel
by the side door, and caught a taxi and headed for the
restaurant. Arlene was slammed with customers, and saw
Mark was still helping her. Barbi immediately grabbed
an apron and began waiting on customers, so Mark could
work the grill line. Around ten-thirty, the crowd
slacked off, and Barbi told Arlene what she had heard
and was planning on doing.
Arlene went into the restroom, and when she returned
handed her a few of her pubic hairs she had pulled out,
the longest she could find, handing them to Barbi. "Are
you really going to send a pair of you panties to each
of their wives, with our pubic hairs in them?"
"Bet they never "kiss and tell" again," Barbi laughed
as she spoke.
"By the way Barbi, tonight is the night, but are you
sure I should allow my son to posses my body?"
"Arlene, meet me for a late breakfast, say around ten
tomorrow, after Mark comes to work, and I want to hear
the total story."
"I must have gone crazy, but you know I really
appreciate how you have become such a good friend."
Then Arlene told her, " I have thought about selling
the restaurant since you mentioned moving to where you
live in Indiana."
"That is great."
There is a man who comes in here all the time that is
always wanting to purchase the place, so I will ask him
if he is still interested."
As she was leaving the restaurant, she winked at Arlene
and told her in a whisper, good luck and I think you
will be surprised at how nice Mark can be - and you
know what I'm speaking about."
Taking a cab back to the piano bar, Arlene found the
place was still busy, and again a man offered her his
seat. The man was a large built man, and from his
accent, Barbi knew he was likely from Texas.
Barbi found after speaking the large Texan, named Hal,
that she loved the stories he told about having met
Senator Johnson, and how he did not necessarily like
him, but guess Texas was stuck with him. Around ten,
Hal asked Barbi, "Don't become upset, but I would love
to spend the night with you."
The tone of his voice was sincere and Barbi didn't find
his manner in asking offensive. Smiling, she looked at
Hal, and replied in a soft voice, "Tell me, Tex, you're
not going to try and brand me tonight, now are you?"
"Now girly, you know us old Texas boys never brand
their women, maybe hogtie them, maybe even try to put
the spurs to them, but never brand nice soft skin."
After telling Barbi this, Hal took her hand in his and
added, "There is something about you, I can't tell you
what, but you have an attractiveness about you, Barbi,
that is some how a beauty both inside and outside."
Leaving the piano bar, they went to Hal's hotel, and
once they were in his room, Barbi realized she seldom
spent any time in someone's room but her own. For the
next two hours Barbi felt her body being pleasured in
ways she had never felt. There was a special feeling
from Hal as he drove his manhood deep up into her body.
Barbi realized his cock was average in size from what
she had found with other men. Yet, the feel of Hal's
large body holding her down onto the bed as he moved
his erection up into and back out of her body, was
unique.
She had multiple orgasms, and knew that for more than
twenty minutes, Hal had driven her body to near
exhaustion. Her arms and legs wrapped around the large
body of the man, and she felt him shake and his arms
pulled her close to him when he gave up his cum to her.
After they were done, and neither had made a sound as
they made love, they lay side-by-side and slowly
regained their breath. "Thanks, Barbi, that was truly
wonderful, and you feel so soft in my arms."
"The feeling I received in your loving me was so
different, and it was wonderful, Hal, wake me when
you're ready for more." Then they both went to sleep,
and awoke in the morning around seven and again were in
each other's arms, and this time cried out their lust
and feeling of making love.
Arlene had arrived home and knew that she was going to
sleep with her son and allow him to make love with her.
She showered and then walked into his bedroom, turned
back the covers, and moved in beside him. Until she
pressed against his body, Mark had been sleeping.
Feeling his mom move against him in his bed, woke him
and he wondered how things were going to progress. When
Arlene moved her right leg up onto her son's upper
thighs, and her massive growth of pubic hair pushed so
it was against his fifteen-year-old cock, he thought he
would shoot his cum immediately.
Arlene moved her hand down and took the hard young
phallus into her hand and wondered how many other
mothers had done this with their teenage sons. "Um,
mom, that feels so good, you're not going to stop are
you?"
"Mark, I have denied myself a man all these years since
your father left, and you can do as you wish with me
tonight, however you want." Then Arlene moved down and
begin to lick on the head of her son's erect cock.
"Mom, lay on your back."
Arlene lay on her back and spread her legs wide, and
she trembled as she felt her son moved between her
legs. When the end of his cock touched against the wet
slit between her thighs, she moaned out, "Mark, be
gentle, and I hope you won't hate me later."
"OH Mark, yes, yes," Arlene uttered in grasping breath
as she became aware of her son entering her sex, and
into her body with a straight gentle shove up into her,
until he was as deep as his cock could penetrate.
"Mark, that is so nice, so nice, oh my son!"
Even though he had wanted this many times, and had
jacked-off, to this image many times, when Mark slid
his cock up into his mother's welcoming pussy, he could
not say anything. Then he started to move in and out of
her body, with her legs now pulled back and her heels
resting on his hips. Faster and harder he begins to
stroke his cock in his mother's sexual opening, and he
knew he was going to cum, he couldn't wait. In less
than two minutes he was shooting his cum, and he moaned
out in a crying sound, "Mommy, oh mommy!"
Four times he shot his cum from the end of his cock,
and each time that his mother moved her hips up so his
cum splashed against the entrance of her womb.
Only then, did Arlene consider the fact that his young
potent male juice was placing his sperm at the point
where they would start their path to find an egg. They
wanted to make a contact for the cock that was putting
them in a place to start their search and swim to meet
up with that tiny odd shaped egg.
Three times that night mother and son enjoyed the
incestuous contact between their sexual parts, and each
time they uttered out the cry of mating, the passion
sounds from time beginning. Arlene at first felt guilt,
then her body accepted the feeling of the young cock
that was given her ripples of delight.
With no hard climaxes, Arlene was still enduring a
little horror of what she was doing, then on the third
time she felt her son leaving his cream travel deep up
in her, she climaxed.
"OH Mark, I'm cumming, yesss, give me you cum, now
Mark, now!"
They lay together, and Mark was soon asking his mom,
"Did you like it mom, can we do this all the time now
that we have this time?"
"Mark, we must never forget what we are sharing is so
wrong in society, that if it was found out, both of us
could go to prison for life, especially myself."
For a few more minutes, they spoke of what they had
shared, and Mark spoke to his mother in a soft
conciliatory voice, "Mom, you feel so warm inside your
thing, and your skin feels like silk against my own."
"Thank you, now go to sleep."
Mark woke, and looking at the alarm, saw it was 4:28 in
the morning, and he was erect and so much so, that his
cock almost hurt. Easing over, he moved atop his
mother, and nudged her legs apart with his knees.
Arlene woke from a deep sleep, and was not expecting to
feel a man moving between her legs for sex. Then she
realized that her eight-year absence from sex by the
leaving of her husband, was over as her own son was
attempting to enter her body.
Mark let his cock find its way against his mother's
sexual entrance, and as it parted the clinched lips of
her pussy, he found it was not easy to penetrate her,
even though she was wet. With a few shoves and
withdrawals, Mark finally gained complete depth into
his mother with his hard-on.
"God, Mark, you feel so big this time, and so firm, oh
Mark, yes, fuck me, God forgives me, but I want you to
fuck me - fuck me Mark, fuck meeeeee!" As she uttered
out her lust to her own son, Arlene climaxed with just
a few long strokes of her son's cock. "Mark, deeper,
yes, oh god I'm cumming again, MARK, FUCK ME!"
Monday found Barbi in the restaurant speaking with
Mark, and she told him that she would be leaving in the
morning. "How were things at home this weekend?"
"Barbi, you will never know how I feel, but my mom is
so wonderful, and I know it cannot last, but when I did
with her like I did with you, I felt so close." Then
Mark asked, "Barbi, are we criminals, I mean mom and
me?"
"No more than I am for having been with you, just keep
it between the two of you." Barbi thought for a moment,
then told Mark, "Treat her gentle and love her as your
mother first, then as a lover last, remember that Mark,
it is important."
That evening, Barbi went to the restaurant around six,
to visit with Arlene, and she listened as her new
friend spoke of how her son had made her climax.
"Barbi, is it possible for a man's cock to grow over
night, because during the night on Saturday, Mark woke
up with an erection that I swear was twice the size
than it was the first three times we had sex -
seriously Barbi!"
"I don't know, but sounds like you're a woman that made
it grow, maybe it's the family juice," Barbi laughed as
she spoke to her friend.
Barbi asked if she had thought any more about selling
and was surprised to hear she would sell out in two
months, then look out, Indiana. Telling each other
goodbye, Barbi headed back to the hotel to have a quick
drink, then she'd pack her clothes.
Seated at the bar, the bartender and she spoke for a
couple hours, and as she was getting ready to leave, he
asked her, "Don't suppose you would like a late supper
when I get off at midnight?"
Looking at the bartender, she replied, "Sol, call my
room and wake me, although I'll still be packing, and
that sounds like fun, you have been a great bartender
since I have been here."
Around a quarter after midnight, the phone rang, and
Barbi answered it on the first ring. After listening to
Sol for a moment, Barbi told him, "Be right down, or
would you rather come up here and we can have room
service?"
"I'm not supposed to be on any floor above this one,
but sure, I will be right up."
After eating the eggs and steaks, and on there third
cups of coffee, Barbi had ordered from room service,
Barbi knew she would need to make the move for any
entanglement. She asked, "Sol, would you make love to
me?"
They undressed, and then lay on the bed and begin to
explore each other's body. Barbi found Sol was the
normal size in the penis department, but she was
exhilarated to discover how huge his nuts were. They
were so large that the head of his cock was smaller
than the round globes in the bag hanging beneath his
light-skinned cock.
Moving down between his hairy thighs, Barbi took his
bag and began to kiss and lip it, then she opened her
mouth and sucked one of the large nuts inside. She
attempted to take the other one in her mouth at the
same time but could not get her mouth open enough for
both stones.
Barbi nursed and rolled her tongue over the oval gland
that would shortly secrete his male juice up into her
body. Switching from one of the nuts, to the other,
Barbi swirled her tongue over the round spheres, and
sucked it as deep into her mouth as the bag holding it
would allow.
Never, Barbi thought, have I been so turned on, and I
can feel the wetness flowing from my sex in excitement.
"Fuck me Sol, fuck me... please fuck me, now, I need
you."
Sol moved up over Barbi and felt her hand guide him to
her sex. Man is she wet, Sol thought, then slipped up
into the wet but clinging pussy. For five minutes he
fucked her and listened as Barbi moaned out her request
for him to fuck her, over and over.
After they both climaxed, they lay back on the bed,
saying nothing to each other, then Sol moved down and
started licking her pussy, and taking her clit between
his lips. With a sudden tightness of his teeth on her
sensitive love button, Sol caught Barbi off guard and
she cried out in pain.
"Sol that hurts, oh not so hard," Yet Barbi did not try
to move his head from between her legs. The feeling of
her clit being bitten, while his tongue was flipping it
over and over was causing tears to escape from Barbi's
eyes. Sol could feel her hips bouncing up and down on
the bed, and his assault on her tender little button
continued.
Finally Sol could tell Barbi was ready to climax, and
he quickly released her clit from between her teeth,
and moved up over her, and suddenly drove his cock into
her body. The sex between the two was enough to satisfy
Barbi for a couple of days.
She was a day away from her new home, and Barbi had
decided to drive as late as possible. She pulled into
the truck stop for gas, and to get some coffee and
something to eat. Barbi had been driving for several
hours, and also needed to stretch. Pulling up at the
gas pumps, she soon had her tank filled, and then she
pulled up at the end of the building, next to the
restaurant, got out, went inside and sat at the counter
and drank two cups of coffee, and a hamburger.
The man, who appeared to be in his forties, sat down
next to her, and she noticed he was wearing a sport
coat, and was well groomed. In a few minutes they were
in conversation, and she listened as he told how his
brand-new pickup had broken down, and he had walked
seven miles to reach the truck stop, and needed to get
a ride into the next town, and asked if he could hitch
a ride with her that far. Barbi, decided to help,
Roger, and told him yes. No one noticed the two walked
from the restaurant, and entered her vehicle.
As they reached the exit of the truck stop drive away,
the man asked if she would pull over for a minute, as
he forgot his bag, and he would run back to get it in
the restaurant. In a few minutes he was back and walked
to the driver's side of the car, and Barbi opened her
window was confronted by a larger pistol. "Move over or
I will shoot you."
The man drove to truck stop across the intersection,
and forced Barbi out of her vehicle and into his large
pickup, with a camper, and after they climbed inside
the camper, Barbi was tied up and gagged by the man.
For five days, the man drove, and Barbi had no idea
where they were, and when she was lead from the camper,
it was night, and she had no idea where she was. For
several months, Barbi was held captive, and during that
time, found she was pregnant. When Barbi was likely
pregnant, by at least eight months, she was taken to
the high desert of Arizona, and let out of the camper.
Handing her two water bottles, and some food in a back
pack, she knew that she was in the middle of no where,
and Barbi had no idea where she was, as they had been
driving for more than two days. What Barbi didn't know
was, the man had driven around and over the same area
for those two days, and this had given Barbi a false
sense of where she had been held captive for the past
several months.
It was almost eight hours before the BLM worker found
the pregnant woman walking aimlessly down a road, and
one he found out later, was one of many she had walked
trying to find some sign of civilization.
The ordeal caused Barbi to go into labor shortly after
arriving at the hospital for treatment. Barbi was in
labor for about 12-hours,, and delivered two children,
twin girls, who had the looks of a native American.
Barbi recalled the sensations she had when Weed had
shot his massive load of cum into her body.
Barbi made the decision to let her twins be adopted,
before she went home, and the line remained blank on
their birth certificates, where it asked for the
father's name.
Barbi was unable to provide the police with the
information of whom the man was that had abducted her
at the truck stop. Her car had been impounded, and
Doris had driven to retrieve it for her. When she was
finally able to travel, Barbi flew home to her
concerned friends, who greeted her with open arms. It
was several weeks before all that had occurred were
resolved, and once she was up on her feet, Barbi was
running the restaurant.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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