I have just experienced a failed marriage, which made me physically and mentally exhausted and full of frustration, perhaps to escape from the hustle and bustle of the city, to discharge my troubled mood, or inwardly heard the call from afar, I returned to this remote grassland, at this time I was strolling on the wilderness behind the house, watching the cattle scattered on the grassland leisurely nibbling on the tender shoots of green grass, and a cowboy waving a long whip, driving the livestock to the far away. The familiar picture in front of me made my mind seem to go back to the time more than thirty years ago.
My name is Beck. Woodsman, and I’m 53 years old. I was born in 1952 in Kansas City, Missouri, a city well known in the middle of the United States, and when I was eleven years old our family moved from the city to the country. My mother’s newest acquaintance was the mistress of a nearby farm.
She was a few years younger than my mother and had three daughters, the oldest a year older than me and the other two a year and three years younger. For the first few years, her three daughters and I used to ride bicycles together or do other children’s plays, and we used to play the various roles in the “Wizard of Oz” in search of the Great Wizard, King Oz, with her three daughters taking turns playing Dorothy and the Witch, while I was destined to play the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Cowardly Lion.
But time passed, and when I was seventeen, their mother, Shirley, broke into my heart.
Shirley was a woman with dyed blonde hair that always showed half an inch of black roots. It was only later that I found that likeness seductive. She was very well-proportioned and muscular from her labors on the farm, her voice was thick and slightly husky, and her laugh was like a gentle wind sweeping across an empty valley.
I began to pay more attention to her, noticing her every smile and every move. When I was very young, I was fascinated by the thick body hair on her arms. I had never seen a woman with that much soft sweaty hair, and when that first summer came, I noticed that she had the same fine, soft, light-colored hair on her legs.
One day she and her daughter came to our garden to help pick green beans, and she was wearing a halter top that was very fashionable at the time, and it was the kind of women’s clothing I admired the most. When she stopped to lift her hair from her cheeks, I noticed that she also had lush brown armpit hair growing inside her armpits.
By then her sweat had soaked through her yellow tank top and I could clearly see the outline of large dark nipples and armpit hair, a sight that gave me an instant erection.
I turned away, frantically picking at the green beans to avoid letting my mother and Shirley and her daughter see the embarrassing dilemma, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at Shirley.
When we stopped and sat under the shade to rest, both Shirley and my mom lit cigarettes.
I always used to hate smoking, and at the moment, next to the smokers, I suddenly realized how sexy Sherry looked when she smoked. I noticed that with every puff she took, a long strand of smoke would slowly exhale out of her nose.
She tilted her head back and gently closed her eyes, seeming to enjoy each puff of cigarette smoke, and each time she inhaled deeply, greedily absorbing it.
My fascination with Shirley continued for the next four years. I noticed that in the summer she usually wore shorts and a halter top followed by a short sleeved women’s shirt. Her breasts weren’t particularly large, and I later learned that she was supposed to wear a B bra, but her areolas were large and dark brown in color, and her nipples stood out and often stood tall. When I was nineteen I became completely obsessed with her and she became my primary object of masturbation, a goddess in my mind.
At this time something happened that shocked me deeply. One summer when I was 19 years old, my father happened to be out of town that day, and late that night in my sleep I was suddenly awakened by a sharp knock on the door, and I heard my mother walk down the stairs to open the door, followed by a “Oh, God!” The shriek.
There was a faint sound of a woman crying from downstairs, I curiously got up from the bed and walked from the door of my room to the stairway to probe and look, I was stunned: I saw Sherry standing near naked at the front door, the camisole undershirt on her body was already ragged, barely covering her two breasts, and her lower body was actually naked without any clothes on, she was very emotional, and she was crying to her mother about something, and I saw her thighs, ass, and her bare shoulders seemed to have a lot of bruises.
My mother pulled her shirt off and draped it over Sherry’s shoulders, soothing her as she assisted her to her room upstairs, and I heard my mother cursing as she walked away, “That bastard ……”
I snuck back to my room so they wouldn’t know I’d seen it all, and five minutes later my mom came into my room and asked me to help her boil some hot water in the kitchen downstairs, and I saw my mom holding a bottle of potion she’d just found, and I opened my mouth to ask something, but my mom stopped me: “Do me a favor, and don’t ask me anything, okay, Baker? “
“But ……” I was going to say something else, “don’t say anything to anyone about what happened tonight, you didn’t see anything, did you? “
I nodded, yes, I didn’t see anything, I didn’t see Shirley running to my house in rags in the middle of the night, I didn’t see her bare breasts, her naked ass, her bright red bruises ……
I put a pot of hot water boiled and served to the upstairs, mom opened the door to the room to receive the pot of hot water, through the open door I saw Shirley naked body lying on the bed, thighs apart, thighs, buttocks and back of the bright red bruises clearly visible, I looked dumbfounded, at this time I heard my mother said to me: “Well Beck, here no more of your business, forget about everything that happened tonight, sleep a a good night’s sleep. “
I walked back to my room with a swollen mind and lay on my bed tossing and turning unable to sleep peacefully, everything that had happened tonight made my heart pound and at the same time deep down inside I felt very excited, and with curiosity trending I got up from my bed again and tiptoed back to the door of my mother’s room, and from the crack in the doorway I saw that my mother was holding a towel that had been soaked in hot water and gently wiping down Shirley’s body, the “O, God, that beast is just not human!”
I saw my mom cursing as she rubbed a towel over her ass and the inner skin of her thigh roots, Shelly lay on her back and let out a soft moan, when my mom picked up a bottle of potion, sprinkled it on her hand and then spread Shelly’s thighs and gently applied it deep in her ass and thigh roots, “Ooooohhhhhhhh …… ” Shirley let out a moan of pain.
“Oh my God, he actually …… actually …… took you …… This is unbelievable, this is shameless!
This is so nasty, we should call the police right away, Shirley! “
I saw my mom trembling, her face reddening, so angry that even her voice changed tone, she must have seen some kind of horrible scene, “Oh no, no …… please, don’t ever tell anyone,” I heard Shirley whispering and pleading, “I’m sorry, “Do you still want to forgive him?” Mom asked indignantly as she rubbed the drops, “Oh, I had it coming,” Shirley replied in a weak voice.
“What the hell is going on here?” Mom asked.
The room was silent for a long time before Shirley’s faint, low voice came through. Listening to their conversation shocked me deeply. Her husband had actually whipped her after drinking heavily and had been sexually abusing her for years.
Because her daughter is getting older, she is contemplating a divorce.
“Tonight he was drinking again and came home late, I told him about wanting a divorce, he actually got annoyed and dragged me to the warehouse and hung me up, then beat me hard with a whip …… while he was beating me and calling me a whore …… Is there a good-looking one ……”
Through the door of the room Shirley’s voice was intermittent, “How did you escape?” I heard my mom ask.
“He said that if I brought up the divorce again, he would strip me naked and drag me to the fairgrounds for an exhibition for everyone in town to see, and after he had finished venting on me, probably tired, he said he would have to think about exactly what he was going to do to clean me up, and then left the warehouse, and I took advantage of the opportunity to break the ropes and escape …… “
“Oh God, poor Shirley ……,” I heard my mom sigh. The sound faded in the background, and I went back to my room, dizzy, and drifted off to sleep.
The next day Shirley’s husband came to my house and claimed he was drunk and didn’t know what he had done and pleaded with Shirley to forgive him, eventually Shirley followed her husband because she said she couldn’t leave her daughters.
After the day is still calm as usual, as if nothing happened that night, Shirley recuperated a few days later still as usual in the farm began to work, and often to my home to visit my mother, but since that night, my mind can no longer be calm, always intentionally or unintentionally avoided her, sometimes when she saw me in the eyes with a bit of coyness, I think she must know what I saw that night. I think she must know what I saw that night.
One day she came to my house to tell my mother that her husband was showing calves with their daughter at the State Fair in Sidelia, Missouri, but she wasn’t going. She was going to stay and take care of the farm.
My mother called me over. She said Shirley wanted to ask me something. I walked over to her a little nervously, Shirley on the other hand seemed natural and asked if I would like to help her out on the farm the following week, I became dry mouthed and my palms were sweaty as I tried my best to force down my excitement to give an affirmative answer.
“I think you should make some pocket money too, don’t you, baby.”
As Shirley said these words, I saw a strange glint of light flicker among her beautiful eyes. When I arrived at seven in the morning, Shirley greeted me at the front door. She was wearing an old white halter neck strapless tank top and white shorts. Her dark brown pretty face and sweet smile made me feel as if I was the luckiest guy on the planet. She told me that her husband had unloaded several pallets of hay on the barn floor and that there were two other fully loaded trailers outside the barn, and that we were going to stack them all today.
She was carrying a water bottle with a lighter and cigarettes in her hand, which she quickly handed to me and carried with me. She smiled at me and led me towards the barn. On the way she told me how relieved she was that I could come here to help her and keep her company.
We spent the morning hauling hay and then stacking it into pallets. When we first stopped to rest we were both hot and sweaty. Shirley and I sat down on the hay bales and she immediately lit a cigarette.
Taking a deep breath and then slowly exhaling a long stream of smoke into the air, I examined her so closely for the first time. I kept my eyes under control trying not to stare at her because I didn’t want to have to clamp down on my erect cock for the entire day.
Her white halter top was soaked with sweat that it became almost transparent. At that moment a breeze blew by and I saw her wet nipples harden and rise high under the soaked tank top.
I didn’t realize how long I’d been staring at her until Shirley said, “I think I’ll go change into something else. “
I was caught red-handed and was unusually embarrassed. It was such a disaster that, immediately afterward, the tent in the front of my pants rapidly swelled and I blurted out, “Don’t!”
I was taken aback by my own words!
There was a long silence as Shirley placed the cigarette on her fragrant lips and then took a deep drag.
She pulled the cigarette out of her mouth, and for a moment before she inhaled, I saw the thick white smoke from her mouth.
She paused for a few seconds, then slowly exhaled a long stream of white smoke at me. She didn’t say a word, and several more beams of smoke exhaled from her nostrils over the next few breaths. The woman in front of me was dirty, sweaty, gray, and had hay in her hair, but she was the sexiest woman I had ever seen.
She said, “I think that we should talk about it, I know that you like to stare at me, and I don’t think it’s a big deal, but you’re my best friend’s son, and I think we should be careful. “
“I wanted to say that you’re stunning, I’ve always thought so.” I stammered.
“You see,” she said, “I’m thirty-eight, twice your age. I’m not an attractive woman, and even my own husband dislikes me. Wake up, Baker, why don’t you go find a girl your own age? “
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” I stumbled, “and your husband is an idiot and a thug. My father and I never liked him, he doesn’t deserve you at all, and is a complete asshole. “
She stared deeply at me, her slightly trembling hand passing the cigarette to her lips, taking a few hard sips before inhaling into her lungs and releasing it slowly.
She said, “Thank you, I think you meant what you said.”
“I do, I love the way you deal with people, and you’re so kind and look so beautiful, it’s unbeatable. “
She actually blushed.
“Thank you, you’ve always been a special young man, but I think you notice me because I’m rather individual, I don’t shave my body and I never wear a bra. In fact, you flatter me so much that you spy on me a lot, but it’s just a lover’s eye. I’m also a little concerned because I’m worried your mom will notice, but then again ……”
She hesitated for a moment and took another long drag on her shortened cigarette.
“I like it when you watch me because it makes me feel happy to be watched by a handsome man like you.”
I felt too surprised to speak. I watched as she stood up and walked to the barn door, twisting out her cigarette and discarding it in the dirt. She came to me and took me by the hand and led me to the back loft door.
We sat on a stack of scattered hay, and she lit another cigarette.
I asked her, “Are you annoyed with me?”
“No, no, there’s no …… way I could possibly be annoyed with you? You’re the first man to please me in the last twenty years. I’m just a little worried and scared because you’re so young and …… I’m so attracted to you. “
She put the cigarette to her lips again and after taking a deep drag she began to exhale it out in a leisurely manner, at which point I reached out my arm and took her hand in mine.
“I will always honor and respect you, you are so intoxicating, please tell me if I am out of line and please forgive me. “
Then I surprised myself once again by leaning forward and gently touching my lips to hers. She accepted my kiss and we gradually explored each other’s mouths with our lips and tongues. I’ve kissed and cuddled a few girls, but this was the most exciting thing I’ve ever experienced.
My cock felt like it was going to burst out of my jeans. Sherry’s mouth tasted smoky and hot, and her tongue was both soft and warm, probing gently.
After a few minutes of kissing, she drew back then immediately took a hard drag on her cigarette. Our eyes stared at each other and when she exhaled half the smoke I couldn’t wait any longer and pressed my lips to hers again, savoring the taste of the tobacco and the scent of her lips. We gradually collapsed to lie side by side on the haystack.
She moved her body away slightly and then asked me, “Are you really sure you want to do this with an older woman like me? “
“Yes, if you want to do this with a little guy like me, I’m begging for it.”
She took another deep drag on her cigarette and walked to the window to carefully extinguish it, being careful to make sure there were no sparks in the haystack. She exhaled the smoke slowly and walked back to me raising her arms and standing in front of me before undoing her halter top behind her neck.
Her thick brown armpit hair stood out against the light streaming in from the window, and as she removed the tie at the back of her neck and reached to undo the back, I saw her lovely breasts exposed for the first time.
Her huge areolas were a slightly reddish brown color covered with wrinkled bumps, and her nipples stuck out like thick corks and were dark brown. I lifted myself up and touched her fragrant torso, taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking gently on it while my hand cupped her other breast. I was finally tasting and touching her lovely breasts that I had long dreamed of.
When my fingertips touched her armpit hair, she raised her arms to give me full access and I dug my fingers into those thick, sweaty armpit hairs that I’d dreamed of.
I continued to suck on her nipple and she moaned as I felt her nipple get bigger in my mouth.
“Harder,” she said, “go ahead, bite it, ohhhh……”
She went limp beside me then swept me up to her mouth and we began to kiss once more as my hands continued to grope her breasts and armpit hair. I felt her hand on my belt as she loosened my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, ripping off my jeans and shorts in one swift motion, releasing her hard cock that was dripping with saliva.
Next she grabbed my t-shirt and ripped it off my head, leaving me naked from head to toe.
I winced as she touched my cock.
I put my hands on her and said, “Stop, I can’t help it, but I want to satisfy you properly.”
She smiled and said, “I know, you’re going to cum soon very soon, and that’s good. I’ll help you cum first, then we can relax and have some fun. “
I lay on my back as she applied my prostate fluid and her saliva to her hand and slowly stroked my cock back and forth. At the same time she began to tease my nipples with the tip of her tongue. No one had ever done this to me before, and it felt wonderful. I felt my nipples as hard as hers. Her hand stroked my cock up and down and it was the best feeling of my young life.
One of her hands cupped my balls and gently stroked them as her other hand continued to slide over my hard cock. On each upward stroke, she rubbed her thumb around the head of my cock, giving me more pleasure than I could have imagined …… The stimulation of her tongue on my nipples and the up and down stroking of my cock by her smooth hand was too much to bear, and I told her I was going to cum.
She said, “Come on, I want to watch you fill my mouth and pussy, I want to feel your wild eruptions for myself! “
She sped up her pumping on my cock with her hand and her tongue on my nipples as well, and I felt the orgasm begin. Cum after cum shot into the air, getting all over my stomach and her hand.
When I had slowed down, she quickly took my cock in her mouth and sucked on the remaining cum, prolonging my orgasm for several minutes.
I lay in the haystack, sweaty, hot, itchy and melting, a complete satisfaction that was simply awesome. She continued to stroke my now drooping cock while reaching down and pulling out a cigarette and lighter.
She put the white cigarette in her mouth and lit it with one hand as she continued to stroke my wet, limp cock with the other.
“That was fun,” she said, “we’ll do it again later, let’s have fun and enjoy ourselves!” Shirley and I lay down in the dusty, overgrown haystack, me regaining my breath as she calmly smoked her cigarette with one hand and stroked my wet, limp cock with the other, and then, rolling over on top of me, kissed me, her lips brushing against mine as we shared light kisses together, our tongues probing each other’s mouths, and when we finally parted from the tangle, my cock was halfway up.
Sherry looked down at me smiling and shaking her head.
“I’d forgotten how quickly young people recover, let’s take a shower in the house before we go to bed.”
She took my hand and walked me toward the barn door, when she suddenly stopped, looked at the dirty, wet camisole in her hand, and said, “Maybe you should give me your T-shirt, just in case someone drives by. “
I quickly pulled my t-shirt over her and we walked towards the house, arm in arm. She walked into the kitchen and filled two large glasses with water. We stood there gulping it down, gazing deep into each other’s eyes, her breasts visible under my dirty, wet t-shirt, and with her nipples turned into protruding peaks against her shirt in the cool kitchen, the
She said, “I know it’s counterintuitive and probably the biggest mistake of my life.”
We continued to stare at each other as I moved in close and kissed her. It was another long gentle passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. Her lips and tongue were cooled by the water and my hands slowly reached under my t-shirt and gently held her warm breasts as I gently twisted her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, feeling my cock harden again.
She broke off the kiss and said, “If we want to continue, let’s go take a shower and then do it again. “
Again she took my hand and led me up a flight of stairs and through a spacious bedroom with a huge four-poster king-size bed.
We walked past the queen size bed and into a bathroom, it was much larger than the fashionable bathrooms, before the plumbing was installed indoors it was probably used for other purposes on the farm in the past, Shirley stood facing me and began to undress, first pulling my dirty wet t-shirt off her head and discarding it on the floor. Then she removed her shorts then kicked them off and stood there in her old cotton pants.
To me she looked like a Greek goddess, so I told her. She laughed out loud then motioned for me to undress as well and turned around, she walked over to the sink and started brushing her teeth, I took off my tennis shoes and then pulled down my jeans and panties as she carefully brushed her teeth, I stuck behind her and pushed my hard cock into the crevice between her strands, at this point she was rinsing her mouth out with green mouthwash and then spitting it into the sink.
She turned and kissed me again, and once again I was lost in the gentle, deep kiss, every cell in my body felt warm and fuzzy, this kiss lasted a few minutes, my cock nestled comfortably in her thick pubic hair. My hands gently caressed her back and shoulders, and unconsciously, the fingertips of my left hand gently stroked the back of her neck, and her tongue gently rubbed against my lips, and I was tempted to take possession of her body right away. But I didn’t want to ruin this wonderful kiss, and neither did she.
Finally, she stepped back and looked at me fondly and said, “I see you want to do it again, let’s take a shower together, I smell so bad. “
Sherry took my hand again and stepped into the old bathtub.
I followed suit, pulling the plastic shower curtain closed as I went along, she turned on the faucet, and when the water was hot, turned on the shower head, the hot water felt good, and we began to wash each other’s bodies, washing this beautiful woman’s body was a new and novel experience, and I lathered my hands with soap and began to gently wash her cheeks, being careful not to let any soap suds trickle into her eyes.
Then I worked my way down her body, soaping her back, then I spent more time on her puffy jade breasts breasts, I again filled my hands with soap and began to feel my way down to wash her bottom, I happily washed those amazingly plump ass cheeks, then carefully soaped her pubic hairs and thigh cracks, she didn’t want me to delay too much time there, and finally I knelt down to finish washing her legs and feet.
The long soft hairs on her legs were dizzying, and I was surprised to find that they turned me on even more, as I knelt in front of her, her hands on my shoulders, my face in close proximity to her thick semi-brown pubic hairs, which formed a narrow grassy strip spreading to her navel. There soft, blonde fuzz surrounded her dark brown navel.
I’d heard of cunnilingus, but never done it, and on impulse I moved over and buried my face deep in her thick pubic hair, kissing her pussy lips, expecting to be pushed away, but as I probed with my lips, tasting her moist, musky flavor with my tongue, she wrapped her arms tightly around my head, and I pushed my tongue as deep as I could along the top of her slit.
She shivered and when the top came to the head I found a hard nub and I ran my tongue around it, I knew nothing at all about the clitoris at that point, but I would learn the full extent of it from this wonderful thirty-eight year old mature woman later in the next few hours.
I continued to move my tongue up and down above her pussy lips, moving in and out deeply, and each time I reached the top, she shuddered more. Eventually, as I licked her hard clit, Sherry clutched my head with both hands.
I continued to lick with my tongue as she began to moan and squeal, her whole body trembling, eventually she went limp and I wrapped my arms around her back and gently lowered her into the bathtub, I got on my back and moved closer to her lips and kissed her, she savored the lewd scented juices that flowed from her slutty pussy into my mouth with reckless abandon, she was still gasping for breath as we continued to kiss.
She was, after all, a very realistic farmgirl, and said, “We’ve got to finish washing before the hot water runs dry.”
We stood up and quickly she started to bathe me, then we washed each other’s hair, the water did warm up and turned cooler by the time we were done, I looked at her body and got goosebumps due to the cool water, her areolas turned a deep brownish red color, crinkled with many protrusions, her nipples stood straight up like a shrunken penis, the cool water had the same effect on my body.
My nipples were like hard buds and she pinched them naughtily as my cock retracted and my balls tightened. We dried each other off, then rushed into the bedroom to dive headfirst under the sheets and huddle together for warmth.
After a few minutes we started caressing each other with our noses and then kissed again, after a couple of long deep kisses she said, “What you just did to me in the shower was amazing, it’s the first time anyone has ever put their mouth in there, where did you learn to do that? “
“I didn’t learn it,” I replied.
“I just wanted to do that, I’m glad you like that, your husband didn’t do that to you?”
“No, he wanted me to suck his cock so he could cum in my mouth, but he’s never done anything like that to me, he’s no good, let’s not talk about him now. “We started kissing and caressing each other again and soon I was hard and wanting it again, I could smell her salty lusty scent again thanks to the warmth of the blanket and I wanted to be inside her so badly.
Probably sensing how thirsty I was, Shirley once again took the initiative, “We’ve had a busy day, lay back and relax. “
Sherry kissed her way along my body and when she got to my hard cock she started licking the glans and stroking it with her hand, and even though I had cum less than an hour ago, I was on the verge of an orgasm again within seconds.
Sherry took the head of my cock into her mouth at this point and began to flick it with her tongue while gently pumping it with both hands.
Playing with my balls, it wasn’t long before I had the urge to cum and I had to hold back.
Gradually she drove her cock deeper into her mouth, I felt the head slowly slide over her palate into her throat, her lips wrapped around the root of my cock, as she slowly withdrew her exhaled breath blew on my pubic hair, I felt it was so amazing, wondering how she managed to do it without being asphyxiated, her marvelous hands cooperating with her mouth, and my cock just continued to be in the midst of her warmth and caring.
I realized I was getting close to an orgasm, and putting my hand on her head, I blurted out, “I’m going to cum.”
Shelly sped up her pumping and sucking and after getting it several times I started to squirt in her mouth, she didn’t get her hands dirty and then I wondered as I shot stream after stream of cum into her mouth and throat. How did she avoid choking, and after a long time I stopped squirting.
She continued to pump my cock with her mouth without stopping until my cock began to weaken and shrink.
She looked up at me and smiled, I came up to her and kissed her deeply, tasting the cum that originated from me inside her mouth, not minding it at all, we snuggled together, I gently caressed her breasts and kissed her sweet lips, the
“I want to make love to you,” I said.
She smiled and said, “We have plenty of time to do this, I want you to relax and I want this first time to last and last a lifetime. “
She lay down on her back putting one hand on the pillow, I had forgotten my obsession with her body hair but seeing the long brown armpit hair again reminded me, I reached up and probed it with my fingertips, she smiled and we continued to kiss, the
“Why don’t you shave, I mean it’s kind of nice, but I’m just wondering why all my mom’s other friends shave and you don’t. “
She laughed again and said, “I work hard every day and shaving takes up a lot of my time, that always seems to give me rashes and skin eruptions, you have to work up a sweat with your armpits and thighs on fire, do you mind body hair? If you do mind I’d trim it or shave it before we do more. “
“No, actually I always thought that made you sexier, I guess you’d think I was a bit of a pervert wouldn’t you?”
“Which words, sometimes I’m always amazed how so many guys stare at me, they seem to become aroused when they see my thighs and armpits, and if you like that then I’m glad, and I’d like to ask you a question now, I refrain from smoking because I know you don’t, and I know how bad I smell when I exhale when I do. But do you mind if I have a cigarette now? I’ll brush my teeth and rinse my mouth again afterward, but I’ll be looser if I have a cigarette now. “
It is often said that a blind cat occasionally meets a dead rat, and I was just thinking about how to please her when she told me how much she needed that. I reached over to the nightstand and pulled a cigarette out of the box and slipped it between her lips, grabbed the lighter and lit it for her, she barfed a couple of puffs to ignite it and then took a deep drag on the smoke and sucked it in through her mouth.
Before she inhaled, I saw that her mouth was full of thick white smoke. She held her breath, then slowly exhaled a long stream of smoke, some of which still came out of her lips and nostrils when she was almost finished.
I moved up and kissed her, my tongue once again flirting with her, savoring the smell of her smoke, not resenting it at all, and as we finished kissing, she took another long drag, at which point I began to kiss my way down to her breasts, and began to gently nibble and suck on her hard brown nipples, all the while my hands were gently playing with her thick armpit hair.
In retrospect, it was a bit alternative and absurd, but with Shirley, it seemed both appropriate and natural to do so. (iv)
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I want to thank all of you who took the time to read my story and give me a response.
This story comes from my memory and is 90% true. I don’t remember our original conversation, I just tried to describe what we might have said, and I’m sure my real words are even more awkward than the ones presented here. If you’re wondering why this story is a little “different”.
All I can say is, “As it was, so it is.”
Shirley influenced my life and to this day I extraordinarily appreciate women with natural beauty.
Here’s something that surprised me today: it’s normal if a man likes a woman to remove her body hair, but it’s perverted if he prefers her to keep it in its natural state. In the eighties, veteran porn star KayPaker was famous for her thick pubic hair and big, saggy breasts, but nowadays it’s fashionable for actresses to shave their bodies clean and get breast implants.
This may be due to the fact that people’s aesthetics have shifted over the years, but I still stand by my preferences and I’m willing to share my thoughts on the subject. A lady from Arkansas gave me an enthusiastic response to the first part and asked some personal questions, such as why did Shirley develop a crush on a childish boy instead of a red herring with a mature male? I would be willing to have a private heart-to-heart with you on these questions.
Thanks again for reading.
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Shelly didn’t get tired of me sucking on her huge brown nipples at all, and I later learned that other women didn’t seem to like it much when people played with their nipples too much because it was easy to get hurt and feel pain, but Shelly always seemed to relish it, and never pushed me away from her.
She lay there enjoying me playing with her breasts, letting out a few moans now and then and rubbing her hands through my hair. I gazed at her cheeks, which were tanned with some fine blonde sweaty hairs attached. I flicked my tongue over my hard nipples, reveling in the emotionally cathartic sex play.
She was 38 years old and had fine wrinkles around the corners of her eyes and mouth. I kissed her lightly back and forth between her breasts and lips as she clenched her teeth and forced herself to hold back. She inhaled her cigarette slowly, for several seconds at a time, then had thick white smoke in her mouth, pausing slightly before inhaling deeply into her lungs.
Afterward she would very slowly exhale smoke at the ceiling as if she was in love with it.
When she puffed, the column of smoke from her nose would mingle with the smoke rising from her lips. Those two scented lips hooked me into one wild kiss after another, and she seemed to relish it.
Finally, she finished her cigarette, took one last hard sip, and reached over to the nightstand to snuff it out. Then she lay back on the pillows and I moved over to suck deeply on her flavorful tongue. I’d never smoked, but when I kissed her, the smell of smoke on her breath didn’t offend me in the least.
Passion overcame my earlier aversion to tobacco. I kissed her from her fragrant lips all the way down to the proud nipples on her wonderful breasts, while my fingers continued to play with her armpit hair.
On impulse, I moved my lips from her breasts to her armpits, my nose and lips buried deep into the thick armpit hair. I pushed my tongue into the armpit hair and she sucked in a cool breath, but didn’t push me away.
As we had already showered, her body odor was light, only slightly salty due to sweating, and this action, which I had originally found disgusting, made my weakened cock hard once again. She seemed to be enjoying this play with her armpits and I proceeded to press her other arm over her head while combing the armpit hair with my tongue.
My fingers traveled to her lush pussy and I cupped her entire pussy port massaging it. She took a deep breath and arched her back as one of my fingers slid into her pussy to feel the flood of slippery lust. My index finger didn’t go in very deep before my fingertip touched the fleshy walls of her pussy.
Her breathing became rapid and I remembered how much she used to enjoy my tongue on her clit, so I rubbed and lightly stroked it with my thumb.
She gasped, “Gently baby, that part of a woman’s body is very sensitive.”
My bright idea was rewarded with a windfall. When I ejaculated, I seemed a little nervous, but now my mind was completely at peace. Sherry’s right hand once again stroked my cock, which was fully erect.
She began gently stroking it and applying prostate fluid around the glans. I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her wet pussy, once again taking her big black nipple into my mouth, sucking it gently and flicking it with my tongue.
Sherry’s breathing ragged and she arched her back again, it looked like her orgasm was coming.
I started rubbing her wet clit slightly harder with my thumb. She whimpered and moaned, arching her back and jerking up quickly as I pumped faster and faster with my hand. I was amazed that her orgasm lasted as long as it did, and from that I have a lifelong admiration for women who can deflower long-lasting and multiple orgasms so well as the Mississippi River, which flows on and on.
My hand could feel her shaking violently for several minutes before she let out a high-pitched squeal and leaked. I looked down and saw that her pubic hair was soaked, and since my fingers were in her pussy, my palm and fingers were soaked with the slippery lewdness she was oozing.
Sherry’s face contorted under her orgasm, and after she loosened up, she smiled at me. I touched her fragrant lips with mine, and very gently we shared a deep, long kiss.
“Thank you.” She said, “It was awesome!”
Shirley reached over to the nightstand and took a cigarette out of the box. I took the lighter from her hand; it was an old Zippo brand lighter that she never seemed to leave without.
I lit her cigarette for her and she took an extraordinarily deep and long first drag. As she began to take her usual long puffs, I placed my lust-soaked hands on her breasts and began to rub my juices on her nipples.
“Be gentle, they’re still sensitive and aroused.” She said. I gently applied the goo to both her nipples, making them look crystal gorgeous and shiny.
She was delighted with the childlike games I was playing. I leaned into her arms and gently cleaned it with my tongue. She looked at me with a smile as she continued to gently caress her cock, which was dripping with thick saliva, with her hand.
I licked the lewdness from her hard nipples as she smiled and watched, then put her prostate-fluid-covered fingers in her mouth, sucking and cleaning them.
“Mmmmm,” she said. It tastes good, salty and sweet.” To me what we were doing now seemed very dirty, but I was unusually aroused and I couldn’t help but kiss her, our tongues sharing the taste of each other’s love juices. I was becoming very impatient in my eagerness to get my cock inside her.
Sensing my urgency by the way I was horny and anxious about the jostling of her honey hole, Shirley took a hard sip of her cigarette and then put the butt in the ashtray.
She leisurely exhaled smoke rings while pulling me over on top of her and reaching underneath to guide me in.
She was a wonderful first-time lover, like a sexual mentor, and she told me, “Start slow, honey, and if you ejaculate quickly, enjoy it, it’s okay, because it’s your first time. It’s okay because it’s your first time.”
Sherry guided my hard cock against her pussy. Letting her pubic hair rub back and forth against the head of my cock and then back and forth over her pussy lips. As she rubbed the top of her labia and worked it over her clit a couple times back and forth, she shuddered once more.
That’s when she grabbed my cock and aimed it at the slit, and I effortlessly and easily inserted the glans inside. It was hot and wet and wonderful. I had never felt so good. Doing my best to restrain the urge to thrust hard, I slowly slid an inch inside, all the while supporting myself on my stiff arms as I leaned over her.
Sherry smiled at me while rubbing her hands on my chest.
I slid another inch inside, enjoying the warm wetness as I eased into her.
Finally, I slowly and completely plunged my cock in deep, feeling our pussy pubic bones grinding against each other and our pubic hairs intertwining. All the sensations were so intense and wonderful, and that’s when I realized I was no longer a virgin. I slowly drew back in once more, savoring every bit of sensation and lost warmth.
I began to enter Shirley for the second time as she continued to rub my chest and began to play with my nipples. She told me later that she had expected my first fuck to be wild and rough, but my self-control surprised her beyond belief. Like a child enjoying his first ice cream cone, I wanted to savor the flavor, not devour it.
I thrust my cock all the way in again, all the way to the end, and then paused and pressed it against Sherry’s belly, enjoying the sensation and the heat. Then I pulled back slowly, then thrust in quickly, and began to fuck in an alternating rhythm of fast and slow, feeling that this pleasure was the most wonderful thing in the world.
Shelly lifted her hips and pushed hard against me to meet me, I felt as if my cock was thickening and at this point her pussy walls seemed to be massaging my cock, it was unlikely that I would last long at this rate. But the fact that I had already cum twice in the last two hours gave me somewhat of a staying power. Shirley’s smile faded as I pumped my cock in and out of her hot, hairy pussy. As I fucked her, she pinched each of my nipples with her fingers and thumb, flicking and playing with them.
Sherry’s breathing got ragged and her tits turned pink and mottled red. She squealed and moaned again as I began to thrust into her more rapidly.
I leaned down and kissed her, our tongues touching less gently this time as they too wanted to mingle with each other, at this point my cock was moving back and forth in her pussy like a piston.
Sherry’s moans became louder as she began to rock violently beneath me, meeting each of my deep thrusts with her own. As she leaked, I lifted myself up to separate from the passionate kiss, her fingers pinching and twisting my nipples.
Sherry’s mouth let out a series of high pitched screams of “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ……” and I felt my own orgasm approaching. I began to thrust furiously, trying desperately to go deeper, slamming into Shelly, feeling her heat spreading up my cock and through my balls into my entire body.
I finally couldn’t hold back my ejaculation and began pouring cum into my wave-splattered cunt, continuing to thrust wildly as I did so. Feeling the hot cum pouring into her cunt, Sherry cried out, pulling and tearing at my nipples, a string of foul language with a rustic flavor rushed out of her mouth, those dirty words repeating over and over again in her mouth, hitting my ear drums, at this point she looked like the infamous shrew from the countryside, which surprised and excited me at the same time.
As my orgasm subsided, I continued to thrust, not wanting the sensation to end, and then gradually slowed down, pumping as slowly as I had started.
I lowered my head to examine Shirley, her face was flushed like a spring tide, her eyes were filled with tears, and tear tracks were running down to her ears. She was whimpering and crying softly.
I kissed her on the lips and asked her, “What’s wrong, are you okay?”
With tears in her eyes, she shuddered and moaned, “Fuckin’ …… little cock cowboy boy, that’s good for the old lady!”
I crouched over Sherry, supporting most of my weight with my arms, keeping my cock deep inside her, feeling my cock dwindle and enjoying the sensation, when my sensitive glans slipped out of her honey hole. We lay there wrapped in each other’s arms, brushing our lips against each other, holding each other more closely.
When my cock finally slipped out of Sherry, I moved to her side and we lay facing each other, holding each other close.
I was very emotional and my heart was full of gratitude for her, I expressed my thanks to her and told her that it was the best thing that had ever happened to me, and I remembered that she laughed out loud at me and told me that it was a joy for her as well.
For the next hour we lay there in each other’s arms. We talked, kissed and gently caressed, both of us feeling a little sore and tired.
After resting for a while, I suddenly became concerned about whether Shirley might be pregnant, probably because she had gotten closer after the sex, and she began to speak to me without fear, using foul language and swearing. She assured me that she had been “gelded” and would be fine to fuck, using the slang of the peasant women.
She picked up a ZIPPO lighter and lit another cigarette, lying on the bed puffing and enjoying the taste of tobacco, she confessed that she had deliberately lured me into bed with her, and she told me triumphantly as she spat out smoke rings that when she asked me to come and help her on the farm, she had calculated everything, and that she had long expected me to be like a fishy glutton in her arms, but just hadn’t thought that I would be bolder and more brilliant than She just didn’t expect me to be bolder and better than she thought. She was worried that my seduction would hurt my fragile nineteen-year-old mind.
She then proceeded to compliment me on my good work, saying that I had fucked her well, and as she said this she spread her thighs and reached down to scratch the thick pubic hair of her slit, which was already a mess, with waves and cum overflowing in all directions. She was surprised at how much cum I had shot out.
Looking at this old woman who was puffing clouds of smoke, full of foul language, covered in fishy odor, and scratching her private parts without a care in the world, it was a far cry from the image of the elegant, generous and amiable Shirley in my image, but I was so deeply infatuated with this old woman that even the way she was holding her cigarette, raising her arms, and scratching her armpits with her hands was sexy as hell.
Probably because I had fucked her so well, she talked a lot that day, a lot of words, she said she was curious to know when I started to like her, I told her that it was fifteen years old, she was so surprised that she almost choked on the cigarette she inhaled into her mouth, “So you little guy, you were holding back on wanting to fuck me at that time!?” Leigh was actually the kind of woman who was very good at teasing a man’s libido with all kinds of nasty and dirty talk, but unfortunately I didn’t know how to appreciate it at that time.
Shirley and I played again that day before we finished our first day together. That’s how Shirley took my first time.
Those were some of our best times, but good times are always short-lived, and the misery of her later life was more than I could have imagined, and her ferocious husband and daughter will be featured later in the story. (V)
When I arrived home at night it was almost nine o’clock, I was dirty and sweaty, and my penis and testicles were aching. It was my happy nineteenth year and I slept exceptionally well that night.
The next day I arrived cheerfully at the farm very early and again Shirley greeted me at the gate, today I was going to mow a large hay field, she was going to rake and loosen a field right next to it and start irrigating the field. She had her water bottle with her and an old army bag full of sandwiches. We walked arm in arm to the garage where the tractor was parked, and as soon as we were inside she twisted me around, pressed my head close to her lips, and kissed me tenderly and affectionately for several long minutes.
As we kissed, I could smell the taste of tobacco and cinnamon in her mouth as she pushed the roots of her thighs against me, giving me a painful erection. Today she wore a short white shirt with the hem spread out and I slipped my hands under the loose shirt and caressed her breasts and nipples.
After we finished kissing, she said, “I was going to wait until lunch and have such a good time with you in the shade by the field, but I’ve changed my mind now. “
She looked down at my erect penis pushing up the crotch of my pants like a tent with wet spots that were formed from prostate fluid.
“It’s so nice to shoot the breeze with a young man, I thought it was time to let you let off some steam first, so you could last a little longer that way. “
Sherry led me to a dimly lit part of the engine room and knelt at my feet. She loosened my belt buckle, unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them down, and my hard cock popped out in a flash, and she took the glans quickly in her lips, flicking it around with her tongue and sucking on it, while holding my rod in her hand. It felt so wonderful that I was worried I wouldn’t last long.
She slid her lips deeper and deeper, soaking my rod all over, then slowly pulled it out, and after a few repetitions, she spit the purple glans out of her mouth with a “BANG!” out of her mouth with a bang and looked up at me.
“Do you like it?” She asked, as she continued to pump my wet cock with her hand. I bent down and kissed her on the lips, we kissed gently, expressing our love for each other with our tongues, her mouth now had an extra salty taste, from the copious amounts of prostate fluid I had added. Finally we parted from our passionate kiss and she took my cock into her mouth again.
After a few slow gulps, she moved her mouth away. She said, “I like to eat your cock, I like to feel it in my hand, come on, cum inside my mouth, let me taste what it tastes like. “
Then she slowly took my cock into her mouth until the head was deep in her throat. I was on the verge of erupting, desperately trying to meet her, and Sherry felt it, and she began to work her hand and mouth in tandem, shrugging her head back and forth on my cock as she stroked my balls with her other hand.
I felt the semen rise and about to spurt. I said, “Gonna cum.”
Sherry actually let out a low growl and began to fuck me faster with her mouth while her hand frantically masturbated me. The first wave of cum shot into her mouth, then she pulled my cock out of her mouth and continued to poke and prod it against her face, letting the head spread cum all over her lips and cheeks, then she stuffed my cock back into her mouth and continued to suck on the glans while pumping it with her hand until my orgasm passed. I was almost paralyzed.
“Holy crap, what a wonderful morning!” She said, “Do you like it? Did you dream about me last night? Did you fuck my cunt again in your dream? “
I found out that Shirley really loved dirty talk, “spice” as she called it, and she seemed to enjoy the “dirty talk”, which she often used over the next few days.
I pulled Shirley up and kissed her, not caring that her mouth and lips were covered in cum as she kissed me deeply, the taste of cum mixing with her saliva. As we parted from the long kiss she resumed her role as farmgirl, directing me to start up the tractor and hook up the combine, she walked over to the other tractor and started it up, the harrow was already started and she hooked up the target and drove off into the field.
We had been mowing and plowing all morning, and at lunchtime she greeted me by pulling out to a shaded area along the edge of the field, where we both turned the tractor off and there was a sudden silence all around us.
I saw her spread out an old army blanket on the floor, she turned toward me and unzipped her short shirt, shedding it to the floor, her shoes and jeans then left her body and she stood there naked, without underwear, unclothed, displaying toned musculature, like a Greek goddess statue. I was in awe of this sultry mature woman.
I began to undress as well, and she stood and watched me. I haven’t described myself in detail yet, I’m five feet ten inches tall (5’7″), I do a lot of manual labor, and I’ve inherited my father’s strong physique, I have a broad chest and shoulders, a tight waist, I don’t have an ounce of fat on my hips, and my legs are thick and strong.
Shirley was a long time working woman with a well-proportioned, very fit body, her breasts weren’t particularly large, but I loved her large areolas and teasing nipples.
She said, “I’d like to add to your meal before I eat.”
I walked forward into her arms, my cock already hard as a rock, I took her toned body into my arms and kissed her deeply, my cock seeking out the peachy hole in her lush bush of pubic hair. We kissed and collapsed onto the blanket, she held me until I lay on my back. She straddled me, lifted herself up, took hold of my cock and began rubbing up the glans with her pubic hair, her wet slit going back and forth on it.
“Fucking cunt, I’ve been thinking about that sort of thing all morning, my pants are soaking wet, I’ve missed your big cock, stick it in and fuck me. “
She shoved the glans between her pussy lips and her body slowly sat down, then lifted up again and then sat down a little deeper, this was really pleasurable for me and I hoped I could hold on and keep her satisfied. Each time her body lifted and sat down she made my cock go a little deeper and before long I had it all the way in her slit.
Sherry sat up and fucked slowly for a minute before a moan started to come from deep in her throat, then at the end of each thrust she slowly ground her pubic bone against me, and remembering what she had asked for yesterday I reached down and took her nipple and areola between my forefinger and thumb and started to twist and pinch them. She screamed even more and began to pump deep and long, her rhythm getting faster and faster.
I felt Sherry’s whole body spasming and jerking up as she repeatedly slammed herself against me and fucked me roughly. Her moans became higher and higher pitched along with whimpers and screams. I was enjoying each of these pumps and I felt the peak of my arousal coming on. She sat her body down lower and lower as I pinched her nipples harder and harder while shooting hot cum into her mesmerizing slit.
Along with each pump, I was surprised to see so much lust splashing out of her slit out of her pussy, a love potion that was a mixture of waves and cum. Eventually, she leaned over me and buried her cheeks into the hollows of my shoulders.
We lay like that, gasping for breath, for several minutes. Finally she lifted herself up and pressed her lips to mine and we kissed deeply and tenderly. Eventually we parted from our embrace, and she sat up and looked at me with a smile on her face, and
“It’s fucking awesome!” She said, “What do you think, baby?”
I swore to her that I was simply awesome, so, with her sitting tightly pressed against the base of my thighs and my semi-soft cock in her pussy, we began to chat about family. I’ve never had a family chat like this before, and it was an incredibly fragrant chat that I’ll never forget.
She told me that she thought what we had done was ridiculous, and that later I might regret the day’s events; after all, she was a thirty-eight year old farm wife and I was too young, only nineteen, and that the reason I had liked her was due to my youthfulness and curiosity. She thought I would soon loathe her after I got tired of playing with her, and she apologized for any ill feelings I might have had.
I swore to her that she was the most attractive woman I had ever met and that it was one of the best experiences of my life to be able to sleep with her.
Then she started talking about her husband and daughters. Talking about her family brought me back to harsh reality.
She smiled broadly as she felt my lagging cock inside her begin to shrink, and then pressed even tighter to keep my cock sheathed inside her pussy.
She told me that her husband was a heavy drinker and often abused her, and said that he was mainly kind to his daughters, especially the two eldest daughters, who adored their father. She told me that the farm had been bequeathed to her by her family, and that her husband had been indignant about it, as he had not the slightest title to it. The consequence of this was that he seldom contributed to the farm, but worked in an automobile factory in a neighboring town.
I asked her if he hated her little daughter who had just turned sixteen. She said he was fairly tolerant of her because she was so much like her mother. That’s when I learned that Maggie – her little daughter, as she called her – adored her mother.
Maggie never shaved her armpits because her mom didn’t. Shirley guessed she smoked, just like her mom.
Shirley said she didn’t really approve of it and wasn’t going to put her own ideas into her little girl’s head just to make her look like her. She had told Maggie that she didn’t want her to smoke, but she knew she had no control over her youthful, budding daughter.
I asked her when she started smoking. She told me that when she was very young her father smoked all the time and she thought the stuff smelled great. She said she looked up to her dad. When she was thirteen she started taking cigarettes from her father’s cigarette box when her mother wasn’t looking, and when she was fifteen she started buying her own cigarettes.
As we talked about smoking she bent down and grabbed her cigarettes and the old ZIPPO lighter which she explained to me was the only item her father had left her besides the farm. With that said she lit a cigarette.
She took a deep breath and then puffed out her clouds as leisurely as usual. I suddenly realized what a bizarre sight this was: she was sitting on top of me telling me about her domestic chores, while my cumming cock remained inside this beautiful woman.
I asked about her father. She said he died of cancer when she was fifteen. Her mother, a very weak and helpless woman, remarried a year later. Shirley told me that her stepfather hated everything to do with her father, threw away all his clothes and belongings, and even sold his tools and shotguns. He said the farm was his and that Shirley and her sister had better “behave”.
At this point I had been fondling Shirley’s beautiful breasts, and despite the heat her big brown nipples were beginning to harden, her areolas jutting and crinkling, teasing me. She played with my nipples with her hands as she talked. As she finished one cigarette, she quickly lit another.
She said she hid her father’s ZIPPO lighter and continued to smoke despite her stepfather’s warnings. I put one hand in the hairy bush under her armpit and she paused for a moment, then took another deep drag on her cigarette, looked at me with a smile, exhaled slowly, and asked curiously, “Do I really look good when I smoke?”
My cock immediately bulged and once again completely filled her pussy.
I lifted myself up so that she could lie down, changing our position so that I was riding on top of her body, the roots of my wet thighs locked together.
“Fuck …… can’t you wait for me to finish my cigarette?”
I didn’t answer, just slowly pulled out my hard cock, then slowly shoved it back in as I slowly pulled it out again, almost out of the slit, then slowly thrust it back into her as she took another deep, long drag on her cigarette and
“Do you really like me?” She said.
I paused, “I love you so much, I love everything and anything about you, from head to toe, every hair of your sweat I love. “
“I know you like to fuck me, but I’m so much older than you, and I don’t shave my body hair and I’m addicted to cigarettes, you’ll soon resent me. “
She looked surprisingly sad. Surprisingly, my cock was even harder, and at the moment was pausing halfway through its pumping.
“Oh, you could quit smoking and shave, that might make you feel better.”
I told her as I started another long, slow, deep thrust with my cock. I really wanted to fuck her right now, but I realized that she had something on her mind and that I really cared about her.
“Do you really want me to do those things?”
“There’s no need for that, I love the body hair on you, every time I see your armpit hair and the sweaty hair on your belly, it makes my blood boil and my dick stick up, and that’s been going on for years. I hate women who smoke, but you are so sexy and attractive, I love the way you smoke, you know, whenever I see you smoking, I want to fuck you. “
I wanted to say “make love,” but I used her word.
Shirley smiled and said, “Okay then, fuck me.”
She took a deep drag on her cigarette and started puffing clouds of smoke into my head as I pumped up her pussy with my cock once again. I lowered my head and watched my hard cock plunge into her thatchy slit, my eyes roving up the spreading pubic hair until I came to the light hair around her navel, then up to her hard dark nipples and hairy armpits. I realized that I really liked her hairy body, and then I realized it was because I really loved her.
I continued to thrust in and out of her while she smoked her cigarette. After cumming earlier, I could now last longer, and it was a wonderful feeling. Shirley finally took a hard drag on her cigarette, seeming to suck the smoke all the way from her mouth to her cunt in one breath, and she flicked the butt into the dirt next to the blanket.
I started kissing her and pumping into her faster and faster. The smoke she exhaled surrounded us, which not only didn’t bother me, but added to the eroticism.
Shelly began to moan again as she catered to me, the throaty sound of her moans turning into screams, her breasts flushing up to a mottled red, and as she climaxed I gave her dozens of continuous thrusts as she continued to climax, her ability to have her hole like a fountain once again shocking me and causing me to admire her not only as a river, but as a Mississippi River flooding out of control.
I slowed my pumping and was ready to explode when she said, “Wait!”
I stopped and I didn’t move a muscle on top of her. She shivered under me for a few moments, then she started playing with my nipples again and said, “It’s your turn, baby, cum, cum hard! I want I want…”
I started pumping into her again, realizing how good the long, slow, deep thrusts felt. I pushed one of her arms above her head and began to suck on her nipple again, loving the hard rubbery feel of it in my mouth. I continued to thrust in and out of her, licking down the side of her breast as I did so, burying my nose deep into her armpit hair, I loved the sensation even though this luscious mature woman smelled strongly of sweat.
My speed increased and I slammed into her hard and deep. With another orgasm, I heard her begin to whimper and muffle as I lifted myself up and gave all I had.
I felt myself begin to shoot a stream of cum into her until I finally poured it all out. I lay down next to her on the blanket.
We lay in each other’s arms for a long time, we kissed gently, gazed deeply, caressed and kissed each other. All I wanted was to cuddle with this beautiful mature woman and fall asleep. But once again, Shirley suggested realistically that we eat. We sat naked, looking at each other as we ate our sandwiches, and we drank glass after glass of water from our water bottles, our sweaty bodies absorbing the moisture.
Finally, we got dressed and spent the rest of the day on the tractor. I finished mowing the pasture and soon we were baling hay on two large farm wagons, she operating the tractor and baler and I palletizing the pasture.
I know it doesn’t seem very romantic or erotic to end the day like that, but it really happened. After dusk that night, before I went home, we kissed, I caressed her breasts, and Shirley gave me another hand job. I was sore and sensitive and it didn’t take me long to release, shooting a small stream of cum on the back of her hand. I guess I was finally drained.
The next part of the story I am hesitant to tell, there are a lot of stories but very little sex, but this leads to another wonderful sexual experience, the next part includes the rough punishments Shirley received as a young girl, including her daughter discovering Shirley’s and my secret.
Your responses and comments are very welcome, and I hope you keep in mind that most of this story is true, and only the dialog is made up because I can’t recall it. I am also interested in receiving criticism from any ladies who have had the same experience and what they think of me. When my true story is over, I will attempt some fictionalized stories. (vi)
The next morning I woke up early before my alarm went off. My cock and balls were aching and I couldn’t wait to get back to Shirley to vent my lust. When I arrived at her farm she ghosted out of the house, I swept her into my arms and she whispered, “Come on, come over to the barn with me, we need to talk. “
We arrived at the barn and she told me that she had been whisked home late last night after her youngest daughter and a neighboring farmer had ridden home from the fair and she and her father had had a big fight. My heart sank, Shirley was going to ask me for a week’s worth of favors, the last two days had been a godsend, and I thought we were going to be able to have all the fish and water we could handle for the next five days, but well, now we had a sixteen year old light bulb.
“Forget it, don’t think about it, come on, get over here and fuck me!”
Sherry dragged me to a dimly lit corner and pressed her lips to my mouth, kissing me hungrily, her breath smelling of coffee and tobacco, indicating that she hadn’t brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth as usual this morning. We couldn’t have cared less as her and my tongues began to flirt with each other, my cock rapidly erecting and standing fully erect. Shelly was wearing a large tank top today, which I quickly lifted up and off her head, and as I stripped myself, she neatly unbuttoned her jeans and kicked them aside.
I pushed Shirley against the wall, but she said in a rush, “No, no, turn around.”
We switched positions, my back to the wall and Shirley facing the wall, and through the cracks in the wooden walls of the barn she could see anyone who walked up to the barn. I picked her up by her ass and she took my cock in her hand and shoved it into her already soaked slit.
“I’ve been fucking my old cunt for the past two days, but I still fucking want to shove it in when I see this big cock! ” she said as I lowered her body all the way down.
Standing up and fucking is not an easy job, but I was nineteen years old, and this sultry mature woman had me in an incredibly bearish state of arousal. I put my hands on her shapely ass and leaned my back against the wall, holding her ass up and down on my cock. I wanted to touch her tits so badly, but this position prevented me from doing so.
By now her slit was sliding up and down on my firm and aching cock. Shirley held her hands above her head, enjoying my fucking, and I took the opportunity to stick my nose into her sweaty armpits, sniffing her lewd body odor.
She whispered urging me, “Fuck faster, she’s going to be awake when I come out to get you and could come out at any moment, fuck me hard, I want to let it out. “
I picked up the pace, holding her ass up and down in one motion, her full body weight on my cock, and my shoulders and arms began to ache. Before long, Sherry moaned and screamed, and I knew she was leaking, slamming my ass upward to meet her each time I lowered her. I felt my orgasm arrive as hot cum began to pour into her pussy. her pussy. Sherry let out a high pitched “ohh.” low growl as I continued to fuck her in this agonizing position until we were done and my cock finally went soft.
I put her on the floor and she glued herself to me and kissed me furiously. When we finished kissing, she grabbed her clothes and hurriedly put them on, carefully straightened her attire, combed her hand through her disheveled hair, and said, “Be careful in front of my daughter, but don’t show your face, that little girl is spooky. “With that, he turned and hurried toward the house, leaving me alone in the barn. I broke out in a stinking sweat, gasping for breath as I dressed, and stood there all alone in a daze.
Yesterday, just before dark, we had brought in two big loads of hay, and they were parked next to the hay loader waiting to be unloaded, and I started the tractor, hooked up the power take-offs, and the long, slanted loader started up, and I started unloading the hay from the trucks and transporting it to the loader. Since I was the only one working, I had to stop after unloading 15…20 bales, park the loader then climb up to the barn to palletize the skyrocketing pile of hay.
After my second trip to the attic to palletize the straw bales, I walked outside to the faucet and took a full drink before pouring the water over my head. That’s when I heard a girl’s voice and I was startled.
“Hey, what are you doing? I’m Shirley’s daughter, McQueen.”
This was the youngest daughter who worshipped her mother, and I secretly vowed to be careful how I handled it and not do anything to hurt their relationship.
“Hi Maggie, I’m sweaty and nearly exhausted, other than that I’m fine.”
She laughed out loud and said, “Only Mommy calls me Maggie, everyone else calls me Joan.”
This little ninny was quite a handful, and I hastened to apologize and explain that her mother had talked about her, and that’s why I had made such a mistake.
“That’s nice, you can call me Maggie too.” She said, “I rather like it when you call me that.”
It seemed like she was flirting with me, but I wasn’t going to keep flirting with her, I wasn’t going to take any chances on this sixteen year old loli. I looked up and sized her up, and wow! Not to mention, this little girl had a really decent body.
Maggie was wearing a tight tank top, what my friends and I called a “revealing outfit”, very small, with most of her skin exposed, and I noticed that her breasts were well developed, her shoulders and stomach were tanned, and she was wearing a pair of pants that were so small they barely covered her thighs, and were low cut, showing her bellybutton. showing her navel.
I couldn’t watch any longer and made an excuse to start up the loader and tractor and start loading and unloading more hay. Maggie sat outside in the sun, dusting herself off and watching me, the noise from the tractor and loader was so loud we couldn’t talk. After unloading 20 bales, I stopped the tractor and climbed up into the loft, with her following me behind.
“I thought you were going to be at the fair all week.” I said.
“It was,” she replied, “but my dad bumped into me doing something he didn’t approve of, so he made me come home. “
“Really? Did you rob the old woman or smash the tavern?” I joked with her.
“No, he caught me smoking, this is the third time, and this time I’ll be disciplined all summer. “
I continued stacking hay and making small talk with this little girl, at nineteen years old I thought I was much more mature and sophisticated than her, not to mention that in the past few days my life experience had taken another qualitative leap, a week ago she might have been attractive to me, but now her mother had stolen my heart and seduced my soul.
I climbed down from my work and she followed me like a heel, nagging, “I guess it could be worse, there are worse things than being disciplined. “
She went to the barn door, reached up to the beam on the door and removed a pack of cigarettes, Marlboro brand, and she hid a box of matches in the cellophane.
“I guess I should have quit it, you won’t tell if I smoke one will you?”
I said it was none of my business. She lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, it was obvious that she was an old smoker, I noticed that she exhaled slowly like her mother, upwards in a long white puff of thick smoke, the
“Mom knows I smoke and I don’t think she’s going to tell my dad. She’s making a boxed lunch for lunch, and I’m going to help out and bag hay with you today. “
Great, I thought, the damn girl is going to hang around us all day and Sherry and I will have to keep our distance. With my heart on fire, I got a big glass of water from the faucet and walked into the barn to drink it, racking my brain to get rid of Maggie, hoping she’d go back to the house, but she followed me in instead.
“When my mom was my age, her stepfather walked in on her smoking and punished her in this barn. “
She took a deep, long drag on her cigarette and exhaled slowly, waiting for my reaction.
“Really?” I said, “What happened then?”
Shirley had told me yesterday about her father’s death, and how her mother had since remarried a real asshole, and I remembered my father saying that the guy was a shitty bastard.
She seemed pleased to see that she had my attention, “Oh, that guy sucks, he brings her here, ties her to the center post and whips her. One night last year I made a mistake and my dad was going to belt me on the back and mom stopped him. That night, in this barn, she told me all about it. “
“He whipped her? He actually used the whip on her?” I was a little skeptical.
“Yes.” She said, “She said he often quoted the Bible and said that sinful people should be scourged.”
Maggie walked between the two thick posts that supported the center beam of the barn, which were about eight to twelve feet apart, and were studded with thick iron hooks from which hung the baler’s twine, the coarse twine used by balers to tie bales of hay. After the hay bales have been untied for feed, the baled twine is left on the iron hooks, and it can no longer be used on the baler, but many farmers find it of many uses for their farms.
Maggie reached down and grabbed the end of a long length of twine hanging from one of the poles, then walked over to the other and grabbed a long length of twine hanging from it, she took a deep drag on her cigarette then stomped it out on the ground, she exhaled while wrapping the twine around her wrists, tucking it back so her arms were raised above her head, she stood there on all fours spread-eagled and I waited in awe for her to continue.
I had forgotten that Shirley had once told me that Maggie didn’t shave her armpits either, and I saw that her armpits were covered with thick, exuberant downy hair, her armpits even a little darker in color than her mother’s, and that the long dark hairs were growing out of her armpits, and that the thick grass of her armpits starkly contrasted her smooth skin.
“At first he smacked her so hard in the mouth that she was knocked out, and then he tore the shirt she was wearing off her head and tied her between these two poles like this. Then he took a whip out of storage and stood in front of her and told her how wicked she was and that he wouldn’t allow his daughter to smoke. He was also annoyed that she didn’t wear a bra, calling her a whore and saying that she was dressed in a revealing and indecent manner. Mom said she was angry too, and she screamed at him, telling him that she wasn’t his daughter and that she could do whatever she wanted. “
“Mom said he came up behind her and started whipping her. She said she felt like her back was on fire, and she said he kept cursing at her about how low and wicked she was. After he had whipped her back for a long time, he came up to her and told her that he was going to whip her breasts to punish her for not wearing a bra. He gave her a couple whippings on her breasts so hard she almost fainted. “
I couldn’t believe what Maggie was telling me as this lovely young girl stood there on all fours, recounting her mother’s whipping to me as if she were telling a story in a library. I noticed as she narrated that her nipples became hard and straight, forming large bulges in her tight tank top.
I realized that her story along with her posture gave me another painful erection.
I turned around in a hurry and got the tractor and loader started and excitedly busy. I turned my head to see that Maggie had left the barn. I finished packing up the empty wagon nearby and pulled the other one in to unload. As I finished unloading the second wagon, I saw Shirley and Maggie coming out of the house with lunch and a big jug of cold white water.
We spend the entire day cutting hay, baling bales, and hauling them into the barn. Occasionally speaking a few words. I noticed that Maggie seemed to stare at me all the time while I was working, and that afternoon when I took off my shirt, she looked at me with wide eyes. We hauled the last bale of hay back to the barn, and I let out a long breath as Shirley helped me unload and told Maggie to get dinner ready.
I kept looking at Maggie as she literally went into the house, turned around and took Sherry into my arms as I playfully kissed her.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.” I told her.
We kissed for a long time, then unloaded the hay together and we started talking as we stacked bales.
Sherry looked at me with a smile, “Did you know Maggie had a crush on you?”
“Oh, don’t tease, she’s just a little girl.”
I was startled and apprehensive. I didn’t want a sixteen year old girl pestering me, especially since I was still having an affair with her mom.
“She really likes you, be careful, Maggie has a very stubborn personality like me.”
I assured Shirley that she didn’t have to worry and that I would honor her daughter. She smiled broadly and said she wasn’t worried, she believed me. Then I told her the story Maggie had told about her whipping. Shirley visibly hesitated, she took a few breaths and pulled me to sit on a hay bale closer to the door so we could see Maggie in the house.
Shirley blushed a little somberly as she told me that it was true and wondered how much Maggie had told me. She said that Maggie didn’t know the whole truth of the matter, and she told me the whole story again, including many detailed parts. A lot of the plot shocked me.
“After he had finished whipping my breasts, he went back to the kitchen and brought a large bottle of spirits, which he uncorked and poured the whole bottle over me ……”
Shirley had lit a cigarette as she recounted it, and I caressed her face and neck, undoing her blouse and caressing her lovely breasts. She put her free hand on my thigh.
“The alcohol spilled on my body and it burned so much that I cried out and shivered violently, and he seemed so excited that he lunged over and licked and fed on my body, from my breasts all the way down to my thighs, even…even the roots of my thighs…”
Shirley’s hand on my thigh was shaking a little, her emotions seemed to be running a little high, and as I caressed her cheeks and breasts, I could visualize the scene, with her stepfather right here in this barn, furiously licking her alcohol spilled, whip-marked body, and it seemed self-evident what was to come next.
“Yes …… finally …… he raped me.”
Shirley threw herself into my arms and sobbed, ending her story.
We just cuddled up to each other and sat on the straw bale. After a long time we kissed passionately again, she pulled out my cock and pumped it, her other hand went under my shirt and gently rubbed my nipples. We continued to kiss and after a few minutes I began to ejaculate a small amount of cum that spilled over her hand and wrist.
After my cock softened, we kissed while Sherry continued to caress my aching cock, our tongues grinding against each other. After a few minutes of silence and kissing, Sherry seemed to calm down a lot and she began to continue her story as I listened and ran my hands over her breasts.
She told me that her stepfather was quite skillful with the whip, and that every lash mark on her body did not bleed, and that she thought at the time that she must have been beaten to the point of having her skin split open and her buttocks blown open, but then, amazingly, her skin was unharmed and she had no scars. She told me again about the whipping on her breasts, how painful it had been, and how the strong drink had irritated the bruises unbearably. Her stepfather had fucked her like a bitch, and while he raped her, he told her that he was saving her evil soul.
Suddenly she stopped and looked down. My cock was hard again, standing straight up, and a huge stream of prostate fluid bubbled up and
“Holy fuck …… looks like my embarrassing story turned you on.”
I was so embarrassed that I fidgeted and apologized to her while my cock went limp. Shirley laughed out loud and told me that there was no need to apologize, she said that when she and her husband were newlyweds she used to tell her husband the whole story and that every time she talked about it, her husband would get sexually aroused and fuck her hard. Finally she told me that her stepfather had whipped her numerous times and sexually abused her for years until she left home at eighteen.
As she spoke, her face suddenly blushed a little. She said that if I swore an oath of absolute secrecy, she would tell me a secret, a secret that even her husband did not know.
I was flattered and swore on my life that I would never speak of it to anyone. She sulked for a moment and took a few long, leisurely drags on her cigarette, then she said, “Don’t get me wrong, I hated my rough stepfather and the pain he caused me, but every time he whipped me my cunt would get wet, and a couple of times after he whipped me, instead of raping me, he would send me back to my room, and I’d masturbate over and over again. “
She lowered her head and watched my cock swell even more in her hand. She said, “Motherfucker that cunt, you must think I’m a slut when my cock is hard like this? ! “
I hastily denied it, but my erect cock gave away the extreme excitement I felt inside. Shirley laughed and shook her head, musing for a moment, “I think maybe a woman being whipped not only turns a lot of men on, but even some women. “
I told Shirley something about me, when I was eleven years old I had seen a sixteen year old neighbor girl being whipped by her parents, also caught for smoking at school, I had never had sex with a girl then. Later I told her what I had seen and I ended up getting my first ever kiss from the opposite sex. I told Shirley that when I saw a woman being whipped in a movie or novel, I was always unusually aroused and had an erection.
As we made small talk Shirley kissed me again and again and began to masturbate for me.
She told the story again from the beginning, pumping my cock while telling me more details about her whipping, how her stepfather whipped her ass and thighs. Her stepfather had even prepared a dozen or more whips of various kinds in order to whip her. When he whipped her backside, he used a long, thick whip, and when he whipped her breasts, he replaced it with a thinner, longer whip.
His beloved whip was used to whip her ass and slutty pussy, it was thin, relatively short, and very well made, the teak handle was polished and shiny from constant play, and he often hung it on the living room wall to show off his treasure to visiting guests.
My cock started to hump up in her hand and she knew I was going to cum and quickly got down on her knees in front of my feet and took my cock into her mouth, sucking on the glans as she masturbated me with her mouth.
Despite the many fucks Sherry and I had had over the past three days, this time the orgasm was unusually strong and lasted a long time. Sherry flicked her tongue rapidly over my glans while pumping my cock with her wet hand. When I finished cumming she straightened up and we kissed deeply. Afterward she lit her cigarette and held it in her mouth as she always did, and we hugged each other tightly without saying a word.
That’s when Maggie shouted a greeting from the house that dinner was ready.
When we parted, Shirley told me that she thought I was different and I told her I loved her. She smiled, kissed me excitedly, and turned away.
This was a tough chapter to write because 33 years later, I’m still embarrassed that a story about a woman being whipped turned me on so much. It did in the past and it still does. Shirley’s personal experience made it even more exciting for me, I’ve never hurt a woman or had any thoughts of doing so, but even today, the scene of a whipping woman still turns me on.
I’m sure the critics will burn me at the stake for this, but I swear I’m telling the truth. (vii)
That night, I dragged my tired body back home. My mom asked about the farm, and I simply dealt with it and wanted to go upstairs to bed, but she stopped me and said she wanted to talk to me about Sherry. The topic stopped me in my tracks.
Mom told me that I might know more or less about what happened late that night when Shirley fled the house all over the place, and she hoped that I wouldn’t be prejudiced against Shirley because of it, she said that Shirley was a poor woman and that her marriage was a nightmare, and that she’d once advised Shirley to divorce her asshole husband, but that Shirley wished to wait until after Maggie turned eighteen years old.
I listened quietly, not understanding why my mom was talking to me about this. At the end of the day Mom told me that she and Shirley were very close friends and she wanted to help her. She knew that I had been working very hard on the farm for the past two days, but she wanted me to help Shirley as much as I could.
I swore that I would do my best to help Shirley. I wondered how Mom would feel if she knew that Sherry and I had both worked our way into bed, and that her poor son was about to be drained by that woman.
Mom seemed very pleased with my answer and turned away with a few compliments.
I remember lying in bed that night unable to sleep, I couldn’t stop thinking about Shirley and Maggie and the wonderful sex of the past three days. I also thought about the story of her punishment by her cruel stepfather. I admit that even though those were real things that had happened, I still felt incredulous. Embarrassingly, I found that when I replayed the scene of Shirley’s whipping and rape in my mind, my aching cock got hard.
I don’t know why Shirley would cheat with me, a boy of similar age to her daughter, all I know is that I’m nineteen years old, sexually aroused, and very much enamored of that beautiful woman, so no matter what her motives are, I won’t ask. The things that happened in the past few days completely changed my life, four days ago, I was still an untouched virgin, now I have fallen into the boundless sea of love and lust.
I don’t know what the future holds for Shirley and I, but right now I’m happiest when I can be with Shirley.
The next morning I overslept, my alarm went off half the time I was awake, and drove over an hour late to the farm, we had several days of work to do in the pasture. By the time I got to the farm Shirley was already mowing in another meadow, and since there was still pasture to be unloaded from the wagon and palletized, I got busy quickly.
Shortly after I got the tractor and loader started, Maggie showed up at the barn. She told me that she would help out in the field after she finished here. I was busy for over an hour while she sat and watched, trying to talk to me through the noisy roar of the tractor and loader.
I scrambled to do my work, eventually stopping to drink some water and take a breather. As I walked outside to get some water, Maggie took out the pack of Marlboro cigarettes again and followed me.
Outside she lit a cigarette and I realized that she smoked in the same way as her mother really did.
Today Maggie had changed into another tight tank top that was even more revealing, and through the thin garment she could see what looked like a flower tattooed on her breasts. Even with her arms hanging down at the sides of her body, long armpit hairs could be seen emerging from her armpits. When she raised her arms to smoke, I could clearly see the dark, hairy mess there. She kept chattering about the market, the farm, the school, and family trivia, and my cock couldn’t help but get hard as I watched Maggie spring to life.
Her expression was suddenly serious.
“Do you like my mom a lot?” She asked.
“Yes,” I said, “she’s a marvelous woman.”
Maggie took a deep drag on her cigarette, puffed it out, and then sat down next to me, smoke starting to pour out of her nostrils as it was nearing the end of the smoke, just like her mother.
“Last night when I went to get dinner ready I walked back to the barn to take a look and I saw you inside the barn straddling my mom and kissing her. “
It was like lightning struck me, we’d been so careful, but she still saw it coming, I panicked, I didn’t even think to lie and cheat her.
“I did kiss your mom, what happened?” I asked her.
“Not much,” she said, “I just want you to understand that I saw it, and I’ve told my mom, and we had a long talk last night all about you and this whole thing. “
I was silent for a long time as she continued to smoke her cigarette and then exhaled it in the leisurely Shirley fashion. I got a little sullen and asked her, “Did your mom say anything?”
“She said that for a long time she had been living a miserable life, and that it was you who made her feel happy, and she said that she knew it was bad, but she couldn’t restrain herself. She told me that you were a nice young man, and that she felt so bad that she thought she had tempted you. I would like to know how you see her? “
“Your mother is one of the most remarkable and unusual people I’ve ever met, and I care about her so much that I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. “I don’t know what else to say.
“I’m glad you can say that. I haven’t seen my mom this happy in a long time, and I promise I won’t tell anyone about you guys,” she said, “At first I was annoyed, but after talking to my mom I guess it’s no big deal. “
I settled down, I wondered just how much she had seen and what Shirley had said to her. I said tentatively, “Actually, I have nothing to do with your mother, I admit, I have a soft spot for her, I know something of your mother’s tragedy and would very much like to help her. “
Maggie exhaled smoke rings and scrutinized me, looking at me six ways to the moon.
“Did you fuck my mom?” She asked, out of the blue, and I was so overwhelmed by her bluntness that
“What are you talking about …… me ……”
“I mean have you ever slept with my mom?” She continued to ask.
I laughed awkwardly, hiding my panic.
“You’re such a little girl, what do you know, don’t talk nonsense.”
She seemed angry at my words, “Don’t try to trick me, I’m not a kid anymore, I know a lot of things between men and women yet! “
“Yeah?” I felt like I had the initiative again, “Who taught you that?”
She pointed to this barn, “Here, I saw it with my own eyes!”
I was so shocked that I broke out in a cold sweat. She seemed very pleased with the way I looked.
“Late one night, my mom ran to your house in a terrible state, didn’t she?”
I nodded, “Yes, I remember, it looks like your mom was beaten and covered in bruises.” It was a night I’ll never forget.
“But do you know what really happened that night?” Maggie asked.
“I really want to know.”
“Come with me and I’ll tell you exactly what happened that night.”
Maggie took my hand and walked into the barn, we climbed up into a hay bale and sat down next to each other, we sat so close I could even smell a fresh scent that was unique to her.
Maggie took a couple puffs of her cigarette and puffed away telling me about what happened that night.
Late that night when she got up to pee, she suddenly heard the sound of her parents arguing coming from the front door, she went to the window and saw her father standing outside the house drunk, arguing with her mom, suddenly reaching out and hitting her mom in the mouth, she saw the two of them end up fighting, her mom was knocked to the ground and then dragged into the barn by her dad.
She said she was terrified, but so curious that she slipped out of the house and looked in through a crack in the barn’s fence.
She saw her mother tied between the two pillars by her father, just as her mother had told her the story, except that this time the executioner was her father. She saw her father take a horsewhip out of the closet and beat her hard, cursing her as he did so, calling her the lowest woman in the world.
She saw that her mother’s bodice was all smoked and torn off by him, leaving her with a tank top and a bare bottom.
She said that her dad had been spanking her mom’s back and ass so wildly that her ass was red and swollen. She heard her mom whimpering and pleading with him the whole time, but he simply ignored her. Finally, she saw her dad throw the whip on the ground, walk up behind her mom, pull out a thick cock, and then cup her mom’s ass with both hands, immobilizing her as if he was going to push that big dick into the crack of her ass.
She saw her mom squirming desperately against his intrusion. Finally her dad propped her mom’s ass up, spread both thighs apart, and stuck that big dick in where she was peeing.
Speaking of which, Maggie fingered the base of her thighs, the thin chaps wrapped so tightly around the base of her thighs that I could even see the outline of her pussy. My cock got hard immediately.
Maggie was still vocal about it and seemed very excited. She saw her dad fucking her mom as hard as he could, almost knocking her out. She said that after her dad finished fucking her mom, he couldn’t seem to get enough, said that this wasn’t enough punishment, said that he was going to change it up and punish her even harder, and then put his pants back on and turned to leave, whistling as he went.
She waited for her father to enter the house, then bravely ran into the barn and freed her mother from the post, fearing that her heartless father might kill her mother, and deciding to help her mother escape in the night.
Maggie finished recounting what happened that night, then stared at my bulging crotch and asked if I wanted to fuck her mom like I did that night. I swore that I would never do anything in my life to hurt Shirley. She said she believed me because I was a good man.
Maggie finished standing up and slowly walking out of the barn as I stood there, my mind blank.
I finished palletizing the hay and hoofed it back to the pasture, where Shirley had already mowed a large patch of artemisia, and when she saw me coming, she drove the tractor into the woods where we had once made love. I followed her without a word. She took my hand and quietly led me behind some large trees.
“We need to talk,” she said as she sat down on a log.
“I know, Maggie told me.” I didn’t know what else to say.
Shirley lit a cigarette and took a few puffs. I stood there not knowing what to say. Eventually, she said, “We were so careless, and even though she said she was happy for me, I think Maggie was actually sad, but she assured me she wouldn’t tell our secret to anyone. “
“How much does she really know about us? I mean what has she seen?” I asked worriedly.
“Don’t worry, she just saw us kissing, but Maggie’s young but savvy, I think she’s guessed a few things. “
“But she didn’t really see me fuck you, did she? We just need to be more careful in the future and nothing will go wrong, right? “I got her so easily, of course I don’t want to let go so easily.
Sherry shook her head, “But I don’t think so, now that she’s already suspicious of us, let’s keep our distance for the next two days, I think we should put our business aside for a while. “
It’s over! Is this the end of my “sexual bliss”? Was my nineteen year old lust, which had just flared up, going to be extinguished? I was disappointed, but I didn’t want to upset her. I took her in my arms and told her how much I loved her, how much I cared about her, and that I would agree with whatever she wanted to do, if she wanted it.
She smiled and kissed me tenderly and I fondled her tits again, but that was as far as it went, my cock didn’t make it into her pussy today after all. She gently pushed me away, then walked back to her tractor.
The rest of the day we spent laboring hard and calmly in the sun. I ate very little at lunch, my eyes not even daring to look at Shirley. We continued to work until dusk. When we parted Shirley told me she was sorry if I was sad and then she wished me a good night.
I returned home and after an earlier night of near insomnia, I quickly drifted off to sleep.