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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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