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New Cow Hand
by Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com)
***
Cindy climaxed with a cry of release, shuddered and
spasmed for what seemed minutes as a series of pulses
shot through her and then fell full length on me
beneath her, limber and loose-limbed. I patted her
back. "You on the pill?" (MF, rom, preg)
***
Author's Note: This is really a version of “Cow Hand,”
a story by Old Bill (address withheld) that was posted
recently. My explanation is at the bottom of the page.
***
"Morning," I said with a smile. "I'm here about the job
you advertised, field hand."
The woman looked up over her reading glasses at me,
standing before her desk. "Any experience?"
"Yes'm," I said and handed over a sheet of folded
paper.
She set it aside. "Let's go outside. I'm sick of this
office."
She stood and I tried not to lick my lips; I did feel
my cock quiver. She was a big, healthy woman with a
fine rack and a shapely ass, mid to late thirties,
maybe five-ten or so and a good hundred and fifty, I
guessed.
I followed her out a side door, admiring her rolling
buttocks in her tight britches. She wore short boots
and a loose-fitting shirt, open at the throat. Her hair
was tied back with a piece of rawhide and flowed richly
halfway down her back, red highlights in the chocolate
curls.
'We got about two thousand acres. I assume you can
ride."
"Yes'm," I said, stepping up beside her and watching
her obviously unfettered breasts jiggle, the nipples
sharply defined under the silken shirt, more than a
handful, those jugs, high and proud.
"Stop calling me ma'am," she said with a smile. "I
don't need that. Call me Cindy. How old are you?"
I told her and she raised an eyebrow.
"And you've done this kind of work, range hand,
wrangler, whatever you want to call it?"
"Yep," I said. She smelled good too.
"Well, what I need is somebody who can get out and
check the fences regularly, move some cattle and a few
sheep about as needed to give the grass a rest, keep
the machinery running, chase off the varmints, both two
and four-legged, all that sort of thing. You any good
with a gun, a rifle?"
"Fair enough," I said as we strode to a hillock's
rounded top. She pointed and swung her arm in a semi-
circle. "Just about as far as you can see. That gully
over there, that's on our land."
"You manage this yourself, all this?"
She smiled at me and nodded. "Isn't hard except for
finding good help."
"Pay?" I asked.
She squinted up at my tanned face. "Three hundred a
week with a ten percent raise every six months."
"Meals?"
"Two a day, breakfast and supper. You can make your own
lunch with what's in the kitchen, you'll be away from
the house most days."
"Bed?"
"Of course." She sat on a large, gray flat stone,
gestured and I sat beside her. "That reminds me."
"What does?" I asked, our hips touching.
"Bed. One of your chores is my, what will we call it,
my libido I suppose, my sexual needs."
"You're not married?"
She nodded. "He ran off, found another woman that was
not so demanding. Spooked him when I got pregnant right
out of the chute, I guess. Don't know where he is. Took
all the cash on hand with him, about twelve thousand."
"Shit," I said.
"Exactly. So I need a man now and then and can't be
moseying around the county seeking companionship. Might
cause trouble, you understand? Lot's a'nosy folks
around."
"Uh huh. Well, I don't see that as a problem." I smiled
and felt myself starting be aroused.
"Good. OK, I'd like to see you ride so let's saddle a
couple of horses and then I like to sample your, your,
ah, hm, your," she laughed.
"My cock," I said.
She chuckled. "Exactly."
"My pleasure," I said.
"Better be mine too."
We rode out, me on a big gray gelding and Cindy on a
skinny-legged riding horse of good breeding and
excellent manners. She rode Western and roughly but I
stayed with her even when I had to post. I knew my ass
was going to be sore tomorrow. It had been a couple of
years.
Back in the barn, we turned our animals out and went
toward the big farmhouse, hands touching now and then.
She led me up to the back bedroom and snapped back the
covers. "My room's in the front," she said, standing
before him, her hands on my waist, my on her hips, "but
this will be your room, when your using it."
I bent and captured her mouth. Our tongues met and our
hands explored. "Not so fast," she gasped when she was
able to pull back her head. She was smiling. "I'd
rather you did not hurry."
"Yes'm," I said, turning away and pulling my shirt over
my head. We undressed quickly and she lay atop the bed,
bare and on one hip when I turned toward her, wearing
just a smile.
"Good god," she cried, when she saw my raring manhood
that stood nearly upright, the head purple and the
shaft easily as thick as her wrist.
"Think it'll do?" I asked with a grin.
She licked her lips and nodded as I rolled in beside
her. "You like being on top?" I asked
"How did you guess," she said with a laugh, "but I'm
far from ready."
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "Maybe I can
help." And I bent over her so my head was between her
legs, my hands on her knees and my big cock was
flopping about near her shoulder.
My tongue did not take long to find her engorged
clitoris and soon her outer lips were wet with her
lubricating juices as I licked and sucked until she
grasped my arm and pulled me away, trying not to look
at the huge rod bobbling in her face. It now seemed a
lot thicker as well as somewhat longer.
I flopped on my back and held my phallus at its thick
and hairy base. "You could have given it a lick."
"I’ve got a better idea." She swung a long leg across
my loins and crouched over me, lips pinched together. I
stroked the head of my cock up and down her vulva, and
she wiggled her tight-lipped entrance onto the head of
my thick shaft.
Cindy grunted and scrunched her eyes closed as she took
me slowly into her. She eased herself down and then
rocked a bit to get firmly in the saddle with my big
hands on her hips. She moved her pelvis to and fro and
quivered when she rubbed an especially sensitive area
while I just lay still, enjoying the feeling of my cock
being caressed fully and warmly and the sight of her
jutting beasts and smiling face.
"Ah," she said, looking down at me and then tossing
back her hair. "Ready?"
I nodded and she squeezed me with her knees and we
began at a sedate and gentle walking pace, Cindy moving
up and down on the rigid shaft just an inch or two and
I, rocking my hips up and back so I rubbed at the front
of her mound. When I discovered a place that brought a
shudder I went back, held her bending to me and rubbed
that area several more times until she moved into a
fast trot, urging me with her hands and heels, smiling
widely and her eyes closed, her breasts bouncing
freely, nipples jutting.
Now our bodies slapped together as she rose and fell
and I thrust upward each time she descended, battering
at her cervix and sending pain and pleasure messages
throughout her body as I filled and stretched her sex
as I suspected no man had ever done. From trot we went
to canter, and she posted so I had to arch my body
upward to thrust into her dripping vagina. Cindy was
gasping now, just, "Ah, ah, ah," over and over and I
was breathing hard and concentrating on holding back a
growing need to ejaculate by crushing my ass muscles
and trying to keep my need for friction under control.
I hoped she would not try to gallop. She brought my
rough hands to her full breasts and I kneaded them
hard, squeezed out her tits.
Cindy climaxed with a cry of release, shuddered and
spasmed for what seemed minutes as a series of pulses
shot through her and then fell full length on me
beneath her, limber and loose-limbed.
I patted her back. "You on the pill?" I asked as I
slowed and then stopped my coital motions, holding my
heavy ram fully extended but quite still, my testicles
hard and hot, my urge subsiding.
"No, no, I'm sorry," she said, licking her dry lips. "I
stopped some time ago." Her breathing was ragged.
"Should have thought of that. Damn, got a diaphragm but
I've got some condoms somewhere. Let me think. Look in
the drawer there, by your right hand."
I fumbled open the drawer and felt around, still
thrusting into her depths. "Nope," I said.
"Shit," she said as her hips began to move again.
"Don't go away." She wiggled back off me and my prong
jumped up when she pulled free and slapped down on my
hairy belly. Cindy looked at it, shivered, and then
trotted up the hall. I admired her bare buttocks and
dripping vulva. I held my balls, feeling them pulse.
She was back in a minute or less and straddled me
again. The feel of my rigid shaft excited her fully and
her pussy trembled. Then she cuddled down beside me and
kissed my cheek, nearly purring.
I spread her legs with my knee, lifted her hips and
entered her slowly and deeply, keeping nearly all my
weight off of her. She wrapped her legs about my beefy
body, and I started slowly but accelerated quickly and
brought herself to a highly satisfying orgasm in about
three minutes of fierce fucking with the two of us
bouncing and writhing on the narrow bed. When I was
spent, I gave her a few more long thrusts and then
rolled to my back with Cindy still impaled on my well-
spent cock, feeling eviscerated.
She pushed herself up on her extended arms, sat on my
hips and then rolled away and got her feet on the floor
and sat by my legs. "Job's yours if you want it," she
said."
"Hell of an interview," I said. "How about four hundred
to start?"
She sucked her teeth. "$350's best I can do right now."
I grasped her right hand, pulled her to me and kissed
her firmly and deeply. "It's a deal," I said, releasing
her.
"Oh," she said as she picked up her underpants and
stepped into them, "one other thing. There's my
daughter, she's away at school, nice girl, fifteen.
Hope you'll... hope you'll stay away from her. You know
what I mean."
"Fifteen?" I said. "Jailbait. I promise."
"Wait till you see her."
New Cowhand 2
The girl arrived in a big SUV with three boys. We
helped her unload her stuff and then she hugged each of
them and they drove away, waving. I carried her bags up
to her room and we introduced ourselves. She said her
name was Ginger.
If Ginger was fifteen as her mother had told me, she
was the most well developed 15-year-old I had ever
seen, and I was quickly aroused, my eager cock jumping
and swelling.
"Where's my mother?" she asked, zipping open a bag.
"Went into town, said something about a lawyer." I
tried not to think how she would look naked.
She nodded, tossing clothes on her bed. "And you're the
new hand, eh?"
"Yep," I said, admiring her round ass in her tiny denim
shorts.
"Think you're the biggest one so far. You are screwing
her already?"
"Beg your pardon?" I said.
"Come on. I know she needs it. She's worn out three men
since I've figured out what's going on."
I chuckled, trying to guess her bra size and keep my
cock under control at the same time. "Well, it's not
your business. I don't play kiss and tell."
"Oh, a gentleman," she said, coming to stand right in
front of me with her hands on her hips, her big jugs
pointed out at my ribs in her tight t-shirt. "And I
suppose she told you to stay away from me."
I smiled and nodded, and she jumped up, got her arms
about my neck and kissed me open mouthed. Then she slid
down to the floor, patted my bulging groin and said,
"Good luck. That’s how the others got fired."
I left quickly, feeling sweat on my forehead, and went
back to chores out in the barn. Cindy returned in an
hour or so and I saw them again at supper. Ginger was
still wearing her chopped off t- shirt and tiny shorts
and her mother, for some reason, was looking amused.
"You met?" she said as she sat down.
"Yep, sure did," I said.
"How's it going with that old baler?" she asked as the
cook brought in the food.
"Beyond my abilities. Think you'll probably have to buy
a new one or invest more in that old thing. How long
have you had it?"
A horn sounded out in the yard and Ginger shoved in a
forkful and said, "Got to run."
"Sit down," said her mother. "They'll wait."
Ginger snorted but sat and ate rapidly, chewing and
swallowed; the horn sounded again.
"Go tell them to knock it off," Cindy said to me with a
wave toward the barnyard.
I used my napkin, went out back and found a dusty Jeep
wagon with four young men in it. "She'll be out when
she finishes dinner. No more horn blowing. In the
future come to the door and knock."
"Fuck you, shithead," yelled the boy at the back
window, his baseball cap on backwards. I grabbed the
front of the astonished young man's shirt and pulled me
out through the open window and deposited him among the
chicken droppings. The boy scrambled up holding his
wrist as Ginger appeared.
She helped him back in the car, glared at me, got in
beside the boy, and the Jeep fishtailed down the
driveway and out to the road.
"Everything all right?" Cindy asked when I resumed my
seat at the dinner table.
"Yep," I said. "Four boys out there. No manners."
"It's peculiar but I've never asked her," Cindy said.
"I don't think she has ever dated one boy, been
somebody's steady as we used to call it."
"Pretty girl," I said.
"And too popular," said her mother. "Let's go look at
that baler."
Out in the shed we looked at the old machine, engine
parts spread out on a piece of canvas. "I tried new
ignition wiring and new plugs, it runs, but no power.
Want me to pull the head?"
"No, I think you're right. I'll call for the
distributor to come out and tell me what I can get as a
trade in. New one'll probably run four or five
thousand. Put it back together."
I stood and faced her. "How we going to work this now
that she's home. By the way, she knows you have sex
with the hired help."
She lifted an eyebrow and clenched her lips. "Not
surprised. She's got a quick mind. She'll graduate next
year at sixteen. We'll find the time." She headed back
toward the house and I reassembled the old self-
propelled string-baler's engine.
By the time I got finished it was pretty late, and
while I buttoned up the old machine and wiped it clean,
I felt somebody watching me. I turned and there stood
Ginger in the doorway, hair blowing in the breeze.
"You're working late?" she said.
I smiled at her. "Are you're home early or do you have
a curfew?"
She lifted her chin and sniffed. "What're you doing?"
"Trying to fix the old baler."
She nodded.
"That boy I hauled out of the wagon, he OK?"
She smiled. "Hurt his feelings. I'm sure he deserved
it. He's got a smart mouth."
"How come, if you don't mind me asking, how come you're
going out with a bunch of guys instead of just one?"
"You're bad as my mother. It's my business."
"OK," I said. "Just thought it was, you know, kind of
strange."
She snorted and then came in under the work light and
hopped up on the old bench, displaying her long, lean
legs, the top button of her shorts undone. "Since you
asked so nicely, I'll tell you."
I stood, wiping my hands on an old rag and admiring the
young beauty. She was about five-six I guessed and
maybe 120 or so, all of it prime with a good ass and a
great set of jugs which, as far as I could tell, were
bouncing freely under her thin shirt. Her legs went on
forever.
"It's like this," she said, not looking right me, "I
haven't found a single boy that satisfies me, that can
satisfy me. Or a man either for that matter."
I waited, tempted to ask several questions. She
recrossed her legs the other way and leaned back,
exhaling.
"Three years ago," she said, "when I was twelve. . ."
Her mother called from the house and she hopped down,
said, "Tell you tomorrow" and trotted away, saying,
"Maybe" as she got to the doorway. Her rounded buttocks
moved like well-oiled machinery.
I went and sat on the back porch, drank a beer, and
pretty soon Cindy joined me, a beer bottle in her hand.
"She's tired. Long ride today."
"I asked her about those group dates."
"Did you? And?"
"I was surprised. She started to tell me and then you
called. She said something happened when she was
twelve."
"I've suspected she was raped. But she wouldn't tell
me. I was dating a man back then who might have humped
her, just out of meanness because I wouldn't let me
into my bed."
"You want to do it tonight?" I asked, hopeful, aware
that the girl had riled me some. I could still see her
hips sway and her boobs jiggle.
"Uh uh," she said, "maybe in the morning, early. She's
a sound sleeper but we tend to get a bit noisy."
We sat quietly, watching the fireflies, finished our
beers and went to our separate beds.
No sooner had I pissed and rolled under the covers,
wearing just an undershirt, than the door opened a
crack and Ginger tiptoed in and sat on the side of my
bed. She put her hand on my leg. "Where were we? Oh,
well, yes, when I was twelve."
"Go to bed Ginger. You'll get me in trouble." I could
see from the tiny light in the hall that she was
wearing a football jersey as a nightshirt.
"But I want to tell you, to tell somebody."
"I'm tired. Tell me tomorrow."
"You're mean."
"And you're a tease. Go to bed."
"What's wrong with this one?" she said with a smile and
she flipped back my thin blanket. "Oh," she said, "Oh
god!" She pulled the covers back and ran from the room.
It amused me that she and her mother had cried our
almost the same thing when we saw my cock for the first
time.
I chuckled, reached down and petted my long member,
tousled my balls and then lay back and slept. Early in
the morning, right after sunup, I tiptoed down the
hall, past the girl's room with its closed door to
Cindy's bedroom at the front of the house, my eager ram
leading the way. She stretched as I entered and smiled
at me. My cock was up, well above the horizontal
despite its blood-engorged weight, and I brought it
right to her mouth.
She licked its huge, hot head and tossed back her
covers, spreading her eager legs. I mounted her quickly
and sank my whole thick rod in her, arching up and
admiring her lush body as I put my fists by her ears.
“Got your diaphragm in?” I asked her.
“I know how to take care of myself,” she replied and
then we enjoyed the morning together, rocking and
rolling as they say, until we were spent.
Ginger came down for breakfast as I went out to get to
work with no more than a wave to her, hardly noticing
how she was dressed.
Ten minutes later, out she came, munching on a piece of
toast. "Hey," she said, "Ma says the ground's still too
wet for you to plow up the kitchen garden.
"Got to get those seeds in soon," I said, turning to
face her. I nearly choked.
She had taken her scissors to an old t-shirt and
trimmed away at it until the bottom stood out from her
nipples and displayed the underside of her globular
breasts. Below lay a lot of the girl's stomach and some
belly and her deep navel and tiny shorts, the top
button undone.
"Those probably used to fit you," I said, eying her no
longer boyish hips.
She smiled. "They're comfortable."
"Don't look it," I said, noted her split lower lips,
which bulged invitingly around the tight seam of her
shorts.
"She wants me to show you where the fence is down, back
along the County road." She rolled out a four wheel ATV
and twisted it into action. "Come on, give you a ride.
Get the gas."
I filled the tank, screwed the top back on and slid
onto the wide seat behind the girl, noticing her knobby
spine and the curved display of her upper ass. Down the
lane she roared and I had to circle her with my arms or
get tossed off. Her big jugs bounced off my forearms
and her butt wiggled back against my groin as she
crossed a field, went down a steep hillside and skidded
to a halt where the two-lane road lay. The fence was
lying nearly flat, probably from some stupid cows
leaning on it to get at fresh grass. I was surprised
one or more of them had not wandered out and gotten
killed by a passing pickup.
The girl dismounted, smiled at me, her nipples
obviously hard, took a beach towel out of the small
trunk and trotted up the hill, a cloth-covered water
bottle in her hand. "I'm going to get some sun."
An hour or so later, with the broken posts set aside
and most of the rusty wire rolled up; I jogged up the
hill and found the water hung in the shade.
The girl lay on her belly, naked, completely bare
assed, reading a paperback book, her chin on her rolled
up clothes. She wiggled out a small bottle of lotion
from the pocket of her shorts and called, "Come, do me
a favor."
I took the sunscreen, ignoring my incipient erection as
best I could, squirted it on her back and rubbed it
around, doing her rounded buttocks as well as her
smooth back.
"Need anything else?" I asked.
She turned her head, smiled and pulled up her knees,
raising her ass and wiggling, displaying her tight-
lipped and nearly hairless sex. "You got the time?"
I smacked her butt sharply, a really good, loud whack.
"You are one mean bitch," I said as I went back to
work.
"Chicken" she yelled after me.
Her mother soon arrived, the bucket of her small
tractor full of new fence posts. She dumped her load
and asked, "Where is she?"
I pointed. "Sunning herself."
She raised an eyebrow and climbed the hill. I heard
some right loud conversation while I dug postholes and
then Ginger trotted down and drove off on her ATV
without looking at me.
"I see you can resist temptation," Cindy said with a
smile.
"Usually," I said, "but not forever."
"She certainly has a fine little body."
"Doesn't she," I said, undoing the wide belt of Cindy’s
Levis.
"Need a reward for your virtue?" she asked as I yanked
down her zipper.
"No, just a break from handling barbed wire." I pulled
down her britches and underpants and let them hang over
her boots, turned her to face the other way, freed my
hard ram and eased it up into her as she grasped the
tractor seat and leaned forward.
"Ahh," she cried as I sank it a half-foot into her and
held it there, jumping and throbbing, my mind blank
while my cock flexed and throbbed. She could not spread
her feet very widely and felt a lot tighter than the
last time I had taken her this way. I eased it back,
feeling her muscles restrain my big-headed manhood, and
then thrust hard and deep, bringing her up on her toes.
"Not so fast," she grunted as I reached up and grasped
her full breasts.
I went slowly and gently but she was hot and wet and
soon began groaning and gasping. Then we got going full
speed, both of us exhaling with each ram. The heavy
Kaboda tractor actually moved with each of my thrusts,
rocking on its tight springs.
"Yes, yes, yes, damn you, yes," she cried when she
came, and I jolted her with my pumps of jism soon after
that. We slowed, still clamped together and then pulled
apart.
She turned, smiled at me, pulled up her clothes and got
back on her tractor and drove off with a wave while I
was still gasping for breath, my hands on my knees,
long cock dripping and sore.
That night the girl came to my bed again in just her
football jersey. She left the door open so there was a
bit of light and sat beside me, her hand on my leg. We
had a quiet conversation around midnight.
She sniffed, "When I was twelve, that summer, Ma was
romancing this guy, a car dealer, greasy and rich, and,
well, one day he came by and she wasn't home, just me.
So I started flirting and leading him on and, well, we
went too far and he ended up on top of me right on the
dining room rug. And, well it hurt and I cried and he
called me a slut and left. So I cleaned up the mess on
the rug and didn't tell anybody."
"You're not the first," I said.
She sniffed again. "Anyhow, when I started letting boys
do it last winter, you know, after a lot of cocksucking
and stuff," she sighed, "anyhow, it was no good." She
shook her head. "No good at all."
I held my peace, finding nothing to say.
"The boys, they seem to enjoy it, but, well, I don't.
Not the way I hear Mama does, especially with you. I
pretend to, you know, but I don't like it and I don't
get off."
"Can you bring yourself to a climax with your fingers?"
I asked very quietly.
"Sure," she said, "and I use things, a carrot,
toothbrush handle, you know."
"Your mom should get you a vibrator. Does it hurt?"
"Uh uh, nope."
"So you do two or three boys, one right after the
other?"
"Sometimes more. I've done five a couple of times."
"Odd."
"Can you help me?"
"I'll talk to your mother."
"Oh shit," she said.
"Do they come pretty quick, these boys; I mean most of
them?" I eased my left hand up along her bare hip.
"Uh huh. I don't think any of them last even a minute."
"How do you do it, I mean usually?"
"On my back, missionary, always the same."
"Let's try something, an experiment, OK?" I rolled to
my back, tossed off the covers, and held my stalk at
its hairy base. It was pretty hard, maybe not fully
engorged, but well past tumescent, and it stood up
proudly, its head the size of a duck egg, the veins
pulsing.
She looked at me and at it and blinked. "Lord," she
said.
“You on the pill?"
"Yeah, Mom signed the form so I can get them at
school.”
"Then come on, climb up here and mount this thing. I
want you to see what it feels like inside.”
“I'm not sure I can," she said, crouching at my knees
and staring at the fat head of my big prick. She licked
her lips and then bent forward and mouthed my glans,
getting it covered with saliva. Then she crawled
forward, rose up on her knees, grasped the hard shaft
and got the rounded cockhead between her nether lips.
She trembled, surprised she was frightened.
I reached down and grabbed her lean hips, lifted her up
slightly and then eased her down on the thick stake
that reared up in her slit. Wordlessly she wiggled and
adjusted some and it popped in.
"Oh god," she said and trembled.
It was barely an inch in and held there by her tight
vagina. Her eyes were closed and I could hear her
gritting her teeth. "Ease on down," I urged, arching up
and becoming aware of things opening before my blunt-
headed ram.
"I can't," she sobbed as she lurched upward and then
sat down and it all went right up into her. She gasped.
It sure felt odd, like a tight sleeve that quivered and
rolled about my cock. I pulled her down so her head was
on my shoulder and held her buttocks.
"You OK?" I asked.
She nodded.
We just lay there, my thick spar jumping and flexing,
trying to get deeper. Her knees moved to and fro a bit
alongside my legs. I rubbed her back some, my hand
under her jersey.
"That's wonderful," she sighed after a few minutes.
"You're awful tight." I tried to move in and out a
couple of times, but stopped when I felt myself nearing
a climax.
"Uh huh. I've never felt anything like this inside me."
"What I think is maybe you should wait until you grow
some, get bigger; that ought to make it easier for men
to love you."
"Hah," she said rather loudly and I shushed her. "Hah,
you just don't want to do it."
"Oh yes I do, but I told your mother I wouldn't."
"But here you are fucking me," she said in a whisper.
"No I'm not."
"How about if I fuck you?"
"That’s up to you," I said.
She wiggled back so only about half my hot ramrod was
in her, pushed down on my chest and sat up whereupon I
filled her again and she winced. I lifted my knees
behind her and reached up under her shirt to briefly
caress her firm breasts.
She began to move up and down on my thick rod, just an
inch or so and very slowly, her hands on her thighs and
her chin up, eyes closed. It felt very good to both of
us.
"Lean forward some," I said, holding her at the
shoulders.
She nodded and then started rocking a bit faster. "Um,"
she sighed, "that's awful good."
She ground us together and started jerking to and fro,
her big breasts bobbling beneath her football jersey. I
was tempted to strip her and get my hands on those
beauties, but instead held her butt and let her do the
work.
Her breathing started to get ragged as she went faster
and then it seemed to be just exhaling and suddenly she
gasped, stiffened and cried out with a long wailing
"Ahhh."
"That ought to do it," said Cindy who was standing in
the doorway.
"How long have you been watching?" I asked, still
holding her bucking daughter on my well-pleased member
and feeling my balls begin to surge.
"Long enough," she said with a smile.
Ginger collapsed on me, still sobbing and clawing. I
regained control of my cock and held back, stifling the
need to ejaculate.
"She had a problem," I said, embarrassed.
"I'd hate to fire you," Cindy said. "But you promised."
"Oh Mama," the girl cried. "It was my idea, I screwed
him. He refused to fuck me. Now I know, I know, we
figured it out."
"Well it's late. Let's talk about it in the morning."
Ginger nodded and pulled herself off my still-hard
prick and tumbled out of bed, pulling down her jersey.
"Good night," Cindy said, pushing the girl down the
hall and closing the door behind her, ignoring the
glistening rod poking up from my belly hair.
After breakfast the three of us sat in her office and
talked. Ginger mostly listened. So did I. In the end,
Ginger agreed to stop going out with groups of boys and
letting them use her body. Cindy agreed that she could
go away to college if she kept that promise. And Cindy
agreed she would share my sexual efforts with Ginger,
“But no more than once a week, until I’m sure.”
“Sure about what, Mama?”
“I never did find that diaphragm,” she said, looking at
me. “Sure that I’m pregnant.”
The End
Comments welcome at
Vargas111@yahoo.com
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As I said at the top of the page, Old Bill wrote 99% of
this story. I would have asked his permission to write
this version if I’d had an address. The plot twist at
the end is mine, but mainly I changed the narrator from
third to first. It is a good story in third person,
almost cinematic, and that may have been Old Bill’s
intent. But nothing in the story happens that does not
pass through the mind of the unnamed ranch hand in Old
Bill’s story and at one point the author does slip into
an “I.” If Old Bill reads this and asks me to, I’ll
withdraw this version.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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