Jeepers, the cool water felt great. It must have been a hunnert degrees out. I splashed around a while, coolin' off, making like I was a dolphin or something, and just as I was getting' ready to get out I notice this fella standing there. He was dressed kinda fancy like, like a city boy, and I says to him if he wouldn't mind turnin' his back while I got out and got dressed, and what does he do but start takin' off his clothes!

I say we ain't been properly introduced for somethin' like this, but he says we gonna get introduced real good in a minute. I could tell his thing was real hard already when he pulled his pants off, and when he pulled his shorts off- gosh, golly and gee whiz!- It looked like one of my Ma's rollin' pins. I says you ain't usin' that thing on me mister, I ain't no horse y'know, and he says you think it's too big for a little filly like you, and I says it most certainly is, but he lets loose with all sorts of bad language, sayin' he'll make it fit.

He comes into the pond and grabs my wrist, pullin' me out, wrasslin' me to the ground. Now, I'm a pretty strong gal, I been breakin' horses and haulin' bags of feed ever since I was a young'un, but golly, this fella was just too much for me. He pins my arms down and pushed my legs apart with his knees.

I says can't you think about this mister, I ain't too experienced in things like this, and that big doodle of yours is likely to split me in two, but I guess when a fella gets in that condition there ain't no stoppin' him. He puts the thing up to my little place and starts a pushin' and a pumpin'.

I'm yellin' that there ain't no way it's gonna fit, but he starts usin' more words that I ain't gonna repeat, sayin' he'll be havin' his way with me even if it kills me. I says back to him that that's a likely possibility. It was like trying to fit a bull into a gopher hole, but after a while my womanly place gets all kind of wet and slippery- I guess it happens automatically, it certainly weren't none of my doin' - and he manages to start workin' that big ol' Louisville Slugger in me and Lordy! I been thrown off more than a few buckin' broncs at the junior rodeo, and stomped on by 'em as well, but I ain't never felt anything like this. I'm howlin', beatin' on his back tryin' to get him to stop, but this city fella keeps whalin' away, apparently enjoyin' hisself quite a bit at the feelin' of his big old thing squeezed into my womanhood.

So he's pumpin' away, like a steam locomotive comin' down Tahachpe grade, and I'm strugglin', tryin' to get this perverted city boy off of me when all of a sudden this fella lets out a groan like a grizzly bear or somethin'. He holds still and - gee willikers! He starts creamin' and a creamin' like there weren't no tommorrow, fillin' me full of his stuff.

I can't exactly say I was sorry he did- all that slippery stuff certainly made it easier on my privates, this fella bein' built like an oak tree and all. After he had pumped it all out he starts easin' it in and out again, askin' me how I liked it. I says golly, I feel like I been through a stampede.

Finally this fella rolls off of me and lays beside me, gaspin' and a Groanin'. I wipe the sweat off my forehead and start to get dressed, Sayin', gee mister, you could give a gal a chance to say no, not every girl is built to take a big old log like the one you've got.

Us country folks are polite, and after sharin' an intimate encounter with him, even if he weren't too gentlemanly about it, I decided I ought to invite him over to my place for a glass of iced tea, and to meet my folks.

I started thinkin' maybe he wasn't such a bad fella, and maybe it would be nice havin' him around, but when I noticed him lookin' over my little sister Cindy Lou, well, I decided he better just be movin' along...

The End