As a young girl, Mary-Ann McCorrister, would sneak away from her bullying brothers and head down the road to visit the Johnson's horse farm on Saturday and Sunday afternoons. They'd had a new colt named Benny, who was as adorable as a living creature could ever possibly be, with his big eyes, and spindly little legs. Mary-Ann had dreams of one day having a pony of her own and she never gave up the opportunity to visit, sometimes even wearing out her welcome, fussing and fawning over Benny, and asking for just ten more minutes, every ten minutes, to pet him and feed him from her hand.

Mary-Ann was 14 now though, and the horses themselves were slowly beginning to lose their appeal. She still went to the Johnson's farm every weekend though. There was something new that appealed to her now-a-days.

The Johnsons owned three horses, including Benny, and it took all of two or three hours to get them groomed and fed and released for exercise. Danny, the Johnson's 17 year-old son was assigned this duty. He didn't complain about it much as he had dropped out of school recently and his father had given him the horse work as a full-time job until he either went back to school or got another job somewhere. So far all he'd come up with was a weekend job at the local drive-in theatre. Not nearly enough to justify getting off the hook for his horse duties, so that's where Mary-Ann found him every afternoon - in the barn grooming and caring for the beautiful but time-consuming animals.

Mary-Ann of course had developed a major crush on Danny. He was three years older than her. He was tall, extremely well-built and usually always wandered around the barn with his shirt either wide open or off altogether. Her normally sheltered mind went into overwhelm every time she was within a few feet of him. He knew it too. He didn't tease her about it though, as her brothers would if they ever found out. Danny was perfectly cool about it, even a little flattered, though she was a little too young for him. He seemed to flex a little more however, when she was around, strutting and lifting heavy objects that didn't really need lifting, generally putting on a big show for his young admirer.

Mary-Ann had never noticed such things in the past. She had been obsessed with the horses and generally hated boys, especially her brothers. Lately though, over the past 19 months or so perhaps, since her first period, she'd been more interested in seeing Danny than his horses. It was a normal enough attraction on her part, and nobody really noticed except for perhaps Danny himself, and of course Mary-Ann's mother who complained protectively about the amount of time she spent over there.

"Well maybe if we had some horses of our own I wouldn't have to walk all the way over there every weekend!" Mary-Ann said.

Her daddy agreed, but her mom gave her a cynical as-if-you're-going-over-to-see-the-horses look. Then she looked her up and down and made a tsk-tsk noise at the outfit her daughter had chosen for her supposed horse-admiring: short shorts, a shirt that bared her belly, and a hint of makeup and perfume that she had stolen from her mother. Her breasts were still fairly small in the shirt, but they were becoming more evident every month. Her hips were beginning to flare out as well, as was her butt, and her skinny little kid figure was gradually filling out into the fairer flesh of a full grown woman in every other area at the same time. Mary-Ann's daddy told her mom to leave her alone saying she looked very pretty, just like her mother had at her age, and Mary-Ann's mother countered, saying that young men were a lot less gentlemanly than they used to be when she was 14.

Mary-Ann dashed out the door before they'd said anything else about it. As aggravated as she was with her mom's cynicism and suspicion she had to admit her mom was right. If she was honest with herself, she'd have to admit that her trips to the Johnson's farm hadn't been about the horses in a long time.

She arrived to find the Johnson farm relatively deserted. There was no car in the drive and the horses were not in the corral. She immediately decided that the horses must be in the barn. They were usually out in the corral by then but sometimes Danny was slow getting around to his chores. There was a red bike leaned up against the barn door that Mary-Ann had never seen before. She wondered briefly if it was Danny's.

The barn door was slightly ajar and she squeezed herself in without knocking. She assumed Danny was in there. It was Saturday afternoon and he wasn't allowed to do a single thing until his horse duties were done.

She was in the habit of sneaking in up on him when she came in the barn. It started out as an annoying little pestering prank she used to play on him every week, but eventually her motives changed. She found she actually liked watching him candidly, secretly ogling him as he went about his business. She liked the way his muscles moved, she liked the way he wiped sweat off of his brow with his crumpled T-shirt. She liked the strength of him as he hauled feedbags and tools around the barn. But somewhere behind it all, she liked the giddy thrill of simply watching him without being seen. It was sexy somehow. She didn't know why, but she knew she liked it. She would hide there in the barn and day dream about feeling his muscles, being lifted up into his arms and being kissed by him on the back of a hay bale. It made her feel all spinny and giddy. It was scary and exciting at the same time.

She crept into the barn and snuck around into an empty horse stall, climbing up onto a haystack to watch him from the shadows.

He was in there alright, but he wasn't alone.

Mary-Ann's eyes widened at the sight of Danny leaning back against a bale of hay with a young blond girl slowly stroking her hand up and down on his naked penis. It was standing stiff and straight out, a sight she had never seen before. She had seen her brother's penises more times than she could count as the four of them had grown up together, but she'd never seen one stiff and standing up like that, and she'd never seen it throb and twitch under female attention the way Danny's was... It made her stomach do flip-flops.

"Just let me know when you're gonna come, Danny. I don't want it in my mouth, okay?"

Come? In my mouth? Mary-Ann's brow furrowed with intense curiosity.

"Sure, Bets. Just promise you won't stop until I'm finished, okay?"

It was Betty from the drive-in. Mary-Ann recognized her now. What was she doing with Danny? They weren't a couple of anything.

"Okay, but next time we make bets at work, it's not gonna be for blowjobs. This is the third time I've lost already."

Blowjobs? Mary-Ann thought. She'd heard the term before from her old brothers, but she wasn't even sure if they knew what it meant. She knew even less.

"This is why I call you Bets, Bets, cause you keep losin' 'em, and I keep getting blowjobs. Admit it. You keep losing on purpose because you just love to suck my cock."

Cock? He must mean his penis. It's called a cock? That was a way more powerful word for it, Mary-Ann thought. She's gonna suck it!? That must be why she was on her knees like that.

"You wish," Betty said, but she was not completely convincing.

Mary-Ann was quickly figuring out what a blowjob was, just from their conversation, but the girl was about to take Danny's thing in her mouth and she would get a full visual demonstration as well. Mary-Ann was morbidly fascinated. She couldn't look away, though she was almost hyperventilating from the excitement of it.

Sure enough, Betty began licking and kissing Danny's thing, smiling and staring up at him with a lewd twinkle in her eye. Mary-Ann watched her tongue slithering like a slippery wet snake all up and down his cock. It was like she was licking an ice cream cone. She even turned it this way and that to get at different sides of it. It was like she adored the thing, except that she was fairly cautious and reluctant at the same time.

"Damn, that feels good," Danny said.

Mary-Ann could tell by the look on his face and the tightness of his muscles that he wasn't exaggerating. It looked almost as good as it apparently felt. Betty was a very pretty girl. She was 16 perhaps, with long blond hair, blue eyes, and well-developed body that Mary-Ann hoped she would acquire herself one day.

Suddenly Betty slipped Danny's penis inside her mouth and he moaned rapturously at the feel of it. Mary-Ann's mouth dropped open and she froze completely still, not even breathing in the shadows of the horse stall. Betty held him there at first, simply smiling lewdly up at him, somehow knowing that she now had complete control of his entire being with his fiery red erection engulfed in her warm wet mouth. Then she began slowly working her mouth on and off of it with such care and attention that it might have been a stick of dynamite she was trying to defuse or something. It was tense and tantalizing to watch. Danny looked like he was in heaven and yet he looked tortured somehow at the same time. He grabbed onto her head and began pumping her a little faster on his thing.

Mary-Ann took a slow and shaking breath, hanging onto the wall of the stall with one hand, and nibbling at her knuckle with the other. Her own mouth was watering and she didn't know why. Her whole body felt like it was turned inside out and shaken upside down in fact. She felt a little dizzy, but she hung on for dear life, wanting to see what would happen next.

Betty increased her pace and Danny grinned in what looked like strained ecstasy. She wrapped a hand around the root of him and used her fingers to pump the bottom while she slobbered and bobbed all over the end of it. She didn't take it all the way in, Mary-Ann noted, but that didn't seem to matter to Danny. The head was in, and he was loving it.

Suddenly she popped off of it though, and Mary-Ann noticed that Betty had been sucking on the thing as she blowjobbed it. There was an audible slurp that she heard from across the barn, and Mary-Ann wrinkled her nose at it. It sounded so sloppy, but so sensuous at the same time, almost loving. Betty took the opportunity to catch her breath a bit while she went back to licking and kissing around its head, and stroking it with her hand. She even went down and licked around his balls a bit, tugging his penis sideways across her cheek. Then she reached down to pull a hair or something out of her mouth and went back to pleasuring him fully.

"Suck harder, Bets. Go faster," Danny said, wagging his head deliriously above her and looking down at her with so much lust and longing that it made Mary-Ann shudder.

Betty stopped again to answer him.

"This is as fast as I can go. How much longer are you gonna be?"

"Hey! Don't stop or it'll just take longer!"

"Sorry," she said.

Betty went back to work at him, and Mary-Ann began to feel a twinge of jealousy. She suddenly wished she were in Betty's place. She sat there with one finger pulling down on her bottom lip, studying the moves Betty made and the things she did, and she watched Danny, noting what he liked, and what he didn't like.

"Ah, please let me come in your mouth. It'll be so nice. Please, just once!"

"Uh-uh!" Betty said, shaking her head from side to side. Her eyes squeezed shut tightly, in apparent revulsion.

"Come on! I'll do anything!" Danny said.

I'll let you come in my mouth, Danny! Mary-Ann screamed inside her mind. I'll let you do anything you want to me, and I'll love it!

Betty shook her head again, this time giving a disgusted moan.

As for Mary-Ann she had no idea what coming even meant, or why Betty wasn't completely desperate to please this gorgeous young man in every possible way.

She found out though, soon enough. Danny grunted and gasped more intensely than before, and Betty popped off of his penis with an almost fearful look as though Danny had pointed a gun at her or something. She turned her entire body away from his pointing erection and finished it off with a clumsy jerking motion of her hands. Suddenly Danny froze up completely as though he'd been shot, and great gobs of white stuff began spurting out of his cock like it was spitting at her or something.

"Ah! Ah!" Danny said, convulsing in what looked like agony and ecstasy combined. His entire body was completely flexed in a desperate surge of passionate release and Mary-Ann swooned just looking at him. She lost her balance and fell down onto the haystack beside her, making a small rustling noise. Danny looked at her. Their eyes met briefly, but he was evidently in too much ecstasy to really notice her watching over there. Betty didn't notice at all, she was too busy dodging the spurts of come. It missed her entirely except for her hand and she grimaced even at that.

Mary-Ann lay hidden on top of the haystack for a moment, now just listening, too afraid to look up, even though Danny had already spotted her.

"Damn that's nasty stuff," Betty said. "Why does it have to be so messy?"

If she hates come so much why is she giving blowjobs, Mary-Ann thought. Apparently it was because she'd lost a bet, but why didn't she just cop out of it somehow? In any case, if it was such a messy problem, she should have just let him come in her mouth. That's what she would have done if she was in Betty's place. Danny was practically begging for it, so it would be a win-win situation.

There were some noises of clean-up and what sounded like a friendly little goodbye kiss, and then Betty was gone. Mary-Ann just lay there trying to get her heart to slow down. She wanted to run out too, but she didn't want Betty to see her.

"It's alright, you can come out now, Mary-Ann," Danny said.

Mary-Ann didn't say anything, and didn't move. She felt like she was paralyzed. Every time she closed her eyes she could see Danny spurting come out from the end of his cock with a look of tortured exertion on his face.

Suddenly Danny was standing beside her. Mary-Ann covered her face with her hands.

"So what did you think?" he asked, after a moment's pause.

Mary-Ann couldn't speak. Spurt, spurt, spurt! Danny's come shot out in great white gobs in the theatre of her mind. Then the image rewound and played again. She shook in her shoes.

"That good, huh?" Danny said.

"Is she like, your girlfriend or something?"

"Bets? No way! She's such a ditz, but she gives good head, as you apparently saw. Ah, I just bet her that Jenny Carrigan would skip work last Saturday, and I won. It was a sucker bet - Jenny always skips Saturdays - but I couldn't resist. A blowjob's a blowjob."

"Have you even fed Benny yet?" Mary-Ann asked, finally uncovering her face and looking at him for a moment.

"Ah, Benny's fine. Don't worry about it."

"He usually eats by now!"

"Not when I've got to get a blowjob," Danny said with a laugh. Then he added as a sort of afterthought, "Maybe I'll teach you to do that one day. You might as well be of some use around here." Then he laughed. He was just joking but Mary-Ann glared at him in shock and fascination she couldn't mask. She didn't reply.

"Well, maybe someday," Danny said, and walked away.

Mary-Ann watched him work for a while, but she was too, giddy, and scared, and dizzy, and gooey in her tummy to think about anything but the blowjob she had seen. Finally she just headed home.

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