Marie's Panties - part one


My days are rough, having to be at work at 6AM, then leaving around 5PM only to be stuck in traffic for sometimes two hours, before I am able to get off the main highways and on to the local streets in the city where I live.
Taking the off ramp, leads me by a local high school and there at times I get stuck in a line up waiting for the big yellow school buses to pick up their load and move off. Not much to do but sit there and wait until you get a chance to move along, while I do this I of course look around at the scenery, looking at all the kids, standing and sitting, holding their sacks full of god knows what, boy am I glad I graduated a long time ago. However it does bring back memories, especially when I look at all the young girls, some appear to be much better developed then when I was attending school, boy the young lads of today, not only do they know much more than we did, they have access to many more sexy looking girls. This one time I was sitting there banging the steering wheel in time to the music, when I looked out the side window and saw this lovely, just sitting there on her school case, her elbows on her knees, her head propped upon her hands. Hell, her knees were moving open and shut, probably to the music coming through a headset or something, but each time she opened her legs I got a flash of white panties. She did not appear to be aware of what was being shown as she spread her legs, in time to some beat. But she was spreading them wide enough for me to get a good look. This time I did not mind the traffic holding me back, as I was being thoroughly entertained. Alas, I had to get back to the real world as the buses started to move and with the amount of traffic behind me I dared not stay there. I sighed and told myself I had been really lucky and off home I went to dream. Let me tell you the next few days, I managed to get myself blocked in traffic at the very same spot, just in case, but fortune did not shine on me until about two weeks later. The same young lady was there, the same position, perhaps not the same music, but the action was the same well almost what I mean is that is the panties were vivid green this time. I was not going to allow myself to loose out on these sighting again, once traffic started to move I found my way into the school parking lot and stopped. Once I realized I was not going to be challenged by any authority figure, I got out and walked around until I came upon the young lady in question.

Not wanting to startle her, nor wanting her to be yelling that some guy was bothering her, I approached her from directly in front ,
providing her ample time to notice me. I introduced myself, giving her time to react and take off her earphones. I told her that often I had been stuck in the traffic on the road, and had noticed her sitting all alone, and off in her music world. I then went on to explain that her actions or movements of her legs were causing her to expose herself a bit, perhaps too much. She looked, lifted her head and looked at me with the most beautiful blue eyes, brushing a bit of her long brown hair from her face, she smiled and said “ I know what I am doing, does it bother you?” Well, I quickly returned with “ Hell no, in fact I am now looking forward to your being here”. With that said her smile turned into a great big grin. She then went on to explain that she had made a bet with another girl that she could cause some innocent gawkers to do double takes, when they were passing by the schoolyard. She knew that a few males who had passed by had done so in the past, and even a few women drivers had apparently provided surprised facial expressions, but this was a first, someone coming over to talk with her. She certainly could win her bets with her friend now, either that or up the ante.



Need to know if I post part two

 

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I've certainly been in that position. Passing next to a playground with a beautiful girl hanging upside down on the monkey bars. Almost hit the car in front of me.

 

Marie's panties -- part 2

When I heard that, I stammered quickly, why not up the ante, which would be great. I quickly explained to her that I would be quite willing to pay for a good look each day, now I wanted to be careful not knowing the age of this young thing, I was not looking for legal trouble. I went on to explain that I would provide $5.00 each time she clearly showed me her panties as I sat there in traffic waiting to move in turn. She could sit there innocently, just as she was now, not paying any attention to what was going one around her and she could flash to me. She would be safely on her own ground and on her own terms. If she decided one day that she was not interested she had control over what, when and how. I asked, to be fair, that if I was going to pay, then I needed a really good flash, not just he carefree attempts that she had been providing so far, not just a tease for the motorist, but a real good flash to someone special. She said she would speak with her girlfriend and then decide, however it could not be on Friday as there were no classes, and could not be in bad weather, which I quickly agreed to. The following few day I was very disappointed, Marie as I had found her name to be, was a no show. I figured that I had scarred her off, my loss, unfortunately. Then one very sunny hot day the traffic was really bad, I was frustrated almost beyond my limit, I was just sitting there fuming, when looking out I saw Marie sitting in her usual spot, she was reading it appeared, her long legs closed tightly together, I figured that she had made her decision and it was No, there would be no show not even for $5.00, a look. I had not realized that she was really looking towards the traffic flow; she just had the book on her lap. As she gazed stopped at my car and she recognized, her face broke out in
that same wide grin I had seen the other day. She lifted the book from her lap, and spread her legs as wide as she could with out creating a scene, I got a wonderfully long look at a pair of thin white panties, pulled tightly to her crotch. I waved and motioned that I was going to made a circle, doing just that, when I arrived back at the same spot, Marie was sitting demurely in a most proper position, not even flashing to the other traffic. I reached over to my side window and as I did she spread herself one again, as I tossed out an envelope with a $5.00 bill in it. Pleased as punch that a deal had been struck I drove of home whit a picture perfect Marie in my mind. Our game continued for the next few days, I was getting a good look as some very nice girlish underwear. I then decided it was time to get myself some keepsakes so I bought the best little camera that I could afford with out draining my
bank account and installed it on a bracket hooked inside the side window of the car. Now I was ready for the shows, this was a wide angle with a good zoom set up. The following month proved to be out of this world, hot day and the best weather for flashing and picture taking.


Marie was becoming inventive, her underwear more sexy and her flashing more daring. Once even on my second pass, she was bent over as though she was picking something off the grass, her short skirt riding high, by the camera had not clicked that fast in a long time. My picture catalogue was getting thick; I could tell that Marie was now hooked, either on the five bucks, or on the game itself, as the little girl undies had been replaced with lovely silky things. She had quite an array of underwear, some very think silk, and some almost thong like in coverage. Studying the photos I could detect slight strands of hair poking out the side at times, then there were the time she had pulled her panties real tight almost separating and exposing her little cunt lips for me. I got the surprise of my life on day, when she had a friend with her, they were both sitting in identical positions, it looked like they had pulled their skirts way up on their legs, or that they were both wearing mini min skirts. When I arrived at our now favorite spot, both girls spread wide open, they were wearing flaming red panties, what a sight that was believe you me. To be fair, I placed two five-buck bills in the envelope and returned for my second look. This time Marie’s friend was standing facing away from me as I stopped, as soon as I leaned to toss the envelope toward the pair, the friend bent down, giving me a beautiful photo opportunity, her flaming red panties pulled tight into her rear crack. I then decided that it might be a good time to up the ante.

 

Marie's panties part 3

; I made a little note to be included in the next payment envelope “ Time to up the ante?? $10.00 no panty!! “ Heck this was cheap entertainment, something I really needed after a long day at work, and a frustrating drive hope, so far it was working out to about $15.00 a week, if it went up to another $25.00, I certainly could afford it and hey I was getting pictures, real good ones, I could always sell them. Marie did not take to the new offer and I figured that she was quite happy with what we were doing, so I left it at that, she did however begin to pull her panties in to her crotch, on several occasions, I was treated to almost naked young pussy as she flashed in her daily routine. Then one Thursday, it happened, I arrived on schedule, and placed myself in line behind the buses, Marie seemed a bit more preoccupied than ever, fidgeting and looking around at the cars, another the other who were standing close by, it seemed to take forever for her to flash me, then when she did was I surprised, she was bare ass naked, I was provided a good look at I assume young virgin pussy, covered just so lightly with fuzzy brownish hair. What a delight, I almost stepped on the gas pedal, which who not has been the best of ideas, since I was behind a school bus. Imagine the story for the insurance company???? As suddenly as Marie had open her legs wide, she closed them, and in my excitement I forgot to push the camera button, so I had lucked out. Making my usually second pass, I was not going to miss this chance, may be the one and only time, so my finger was ready on the button as my car inched up towards the spot. Once again as Marie saw that she was clear of interrupters, she spread herself wide for me and by golly I clicked away as fast as I could. From this stage on I was never quite certain what Marie would be showing, as I drove home towards the exit my thoughts would run wild and my cock would grow hard. At one time Marie had herself spread wide open, and she had a coke bottle which she was rubbing a long the lips of her fuzzy little cunt, man on the second trip by she was holding the coke bottle opening to mouth, licking the end with her lips. Marie had come further along than I thought. I had not realized that the school season would come to its end, I have not given it any attention, but it did come to the end. I guess it was the last day, I caught a glimpse of Marie and her girlfriend before I arrived at the exit, Marie had her back to the street and was facing her friend talking, apparently not quite ready for my arrival or so I had assumed that day. As I moved slowly into my regular spot, I could tell something was going on as both Marie and the other girl seemed to be looking all around them checking to see who was where. I stopped behind another bus and waited, looking over at Marie, wondering what was going on, I could see she had a short mini skirt, she was standing prone, fixed to her spot, he legs I noticed were planted firmly on the outside of the girlfriend’s, wider apart than one who was standing normally would have them. Marie I guess on a signal from her friend bent forward toward the ground beneath her friend’s feet, (I had not realized that they were that far away from one another), she had reached around and placed her hands on her thighs just below her buttocks, her friend smiling at me then grabbed the edge of Marie’s and lifted it up and over on to Marie’s back. Hell Marie was bare ass naked, her little bottom as white as snow spread wide as she stretched herself with her hands, her little back hole as pick as a blossoming rose. Marie had really put an effort in to this day but then I had not realized why. It was only on my second turn around, to drop off the money that I found out. Both girls were standing at the curb side, and when I stopped, a bit disappointed I was not to get a second showing, Marie told me that school was finished that week and she would be there no more, she dropped a letter into the car, and told me to go around once again this very day and she would treat me to another flash, a last flash she said. I handed the envelope, which of course I had increased because of the friend and said I would take one last turn, I would miss our visits very much and wished them both well. I drove around the block slowly, thinking about how much I was going to miss seeing Marie, how much I anticipated the rewards I was getting for having traveled in all that traffic on the way home, well I suppose the photos will have to do me, at least I could relive the wonderful moment that I did have. Pulling up to the spot that had become a welcome stop on my trip, I slowed to a stop, hoping that there would be many many buses in front of me and that I would stay stuck there. I looked over towards my beautiful angel, wishing that I were seventeen again. Marie was facing me, her friend was standing behind her, with her arms around Marie, as they saw me arrive, Marie who had been standing with he legs parted, bunched her skirt up, complete exposing her young pussy to my eyes, and for that matter any one else who was looking at this time, it was though she did not care who was watching, her young friend reached down in front of her and with her two hands separated the folds of Marie’s pussy, I got to see shocking pink as the lips were eased back away for the lovely little opening. Marie’s friend rubbed her fingers back and forth through this precious jewel with knowledgeable strokes, I could see Marie closing her eyes, her tongue just tipping out of her mouth as she wet her lips. Ten as Marie dropped her skit, she pulled at her friends hands bring them up, one to her mouth and one to her friend mouth, and the both stared glassy eyed at me as the licked the fingers which were certainly covered with Marie’s pussy juice probably tart and uncultivated tasting. Both girls waved to me as they turned their heads and kissed on another with passion. My cock, burst, sending cum all over my jockey shorts, I should have freed him before I saw a show like that one. I returned home, limp and wet but satisfied, wondering if I was not the most lucky guy in the world. After I got cleaned up, I remembered the note Marie had dropped in the car, quickly I retrieved it, reading in hushed mood, “ You have made for me a most wonderful time, as my family moves around so much I have not made many lasting friends, I hope that I have provided you sufficient reason to count you as a everlasting friend? I have enjoyed our little games and wish to tank you for the funds you have contributed, these have permitted me to purchase things I have always wanted but would not dare ask my parents for. Opening up to you has permitted me to release many tied up feelings, I have now begun to experiment with boys my age and as you can see from girls also. I fell well about my body and myself. Even my marks have improved which I did not think possible. I do hope that some of my pleasure has been transmitted to you. Had you requested, I was prepared to up the ante once again and increase my share to go bare. However as the school year caught us late we will never know what might have been the stake. I would like to meet you one more time before my family moves me off somewhere else. My final exam is June 24th and I should be finished about 2 PM could you meet me in that little park off the school yard, if you are not there by 3PM I will assume you can not or do not want to see me and I will return home. Your friend Marie

 

Not the best spelling and could use more paragraphs, but I like the story. Please continue.

 

Indeed, paragraphs please! You're going to tell us what happened in the park...I hope. A good story that can only get better.

 

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Sorry about spelling I thought i had this spell checked and as to paragraphs i have to figure out how to keep them when I re format from one program to another these were done way back on word 5.1

and i am using word 7 I am still on a learning curve, will be extra carefull next posting, becasue I quite understand what you mean about spelling

mistakes take away from the story thank you for pointing this out

 

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Fuck those guys....... Awesome story need more input......

 

Maries's panties part 4

Spell checked and with paragraphs .................................




I had not realized that the school season would come to its end, I have not paid it any attention, but it did come to the end. I guess it was the last day, I caught a glimpse of Marie and her girlfriend before I arrived at the exit, Marie had her back to the street and was facing her friend talking, apparently not quite ready for my arrival or so I had assumed that day. As I moved slowly into my regular spot, I could tell something was going on as both Marie and the other girl seemed to be looking all around them checking to see who was where. I stopped behind another bus and waited, looking over at Marie, wondering what was going on, I could see she had a short mini skirt, she was standing prone, fixed to her spot, her legs I noticed were planted firmly on the outside of the girlfriend’s, wider apart than one who was standing normally would have them.

Marie I guess on a signal from her friend bent forward toward the ground beneath her friend’s feet, (I had not realized that they were that far away from one another), she had reached around and placed her hands on her thighs just below her buttocks, her friend smiling a me then grabbed the edge of Marie’s and lifted it up and over on to Marie’s back. Hell Marie was bare ass naked, her little bottom as white as snow spread wide as she stretched herself with her hands, her little back hole as pink as a blossoming rose. Marie had really put an effort into this day but then I had not realized why. It was only on my second turn around, to drop off the money that I found out. Both girls were standing at the curb side, and when I stopped, a bit disappointed I was not to get a second showing. While her friend kept guard Marie leaned in the side window and told me that school was finished that week and she would be there no more. She dropped a letter into the car, and told me to go around once again this very day and she would treat me to another flash, a last flash she said. I handed the envelope, which of course I had increased because of the friend and said I would take one last turn, I would miss our visits very much and wished them both well. I drove around the block slowly, thinking about how much I was going to miss seeing Marie, how much I anticipated the rewards I was getting for having traveled in all that traffic on the way home


The photos would have to do me, at least I could relive the wonderful moments that I did have. Pulling up to the spot that had become a welcome stop on my trip, I slowed to a stop, hoping that there would be many many buses in front of me and that I would stay stuck there. I looked over towards my beautiful angel, wishing that I were seventeen again. Marie was facing me, her friend was standing behind her, with her arms around Marie, as they saw me arrive, Marie who had been standing with he legs parted, bunched her skirt up, complete exposing her young pussy to my eyes, and for that matter any one else who was looking at this time, it was though she did not care who was watching, her young friend reached down in front of her and with her two hands separated the folds of Marie’s pussy, I got to see shocking pink as the lips were eased back away from the lovely little opening. Marie’s friend rubbed her fingers back and forth through this precious jewel with knowledgeable strokes, I could see Marie closing her eyes, her tongue just tipping out of her mouth as she wet her lips. Then as Marie dropped her skirt, she pulled at her friends hands bringing them up, one to her mouth and one to her friend’s mouth, and the both stared glassy eyed at me as they licked the fingers which were certainly covered with Marie’s pussy juice probably tart and uncultivated tasting. Both girls waved to me as they turned their heads and kissed one another with passion. My cock, burst, sending cum all over my jockey shorts, I should have freed him before I saw a show like that one. I returned home, limp and wet but satisfied, wondering if I was not the most lucky guy in the world.

After I got cleaned up, I remembered the note Marie had dropped in the car, quickly I retrieved it, reading in hushed mood, “ You have made for me a most wonderful time, as my family moves around so much I have not made many lasting friends, I hope that I have provided you sufficient reason to count you as a everlasting friend? I have enjoyed our little games and wish to thank you for the funds you have contributed, these have permitted me to purchase things I have always wanted but would not dare ask my parents for. Opening up to you has permitted me to release many tied up feelings, I have now begun to experiment with boys my age and as you can see from girls also. I feel well about my body and myself. Even my marks have improved which I did not think possible. I do hope that some of my pleasure has been transmitted to you. Had you requested, I was prepared to up the ante once again and increase my share to go bare. However as the school year caught us late we will never know what might have been the stake. I would like to meet you one more time before my family moves me off somewhere else. My final exam is June 24th and I should be finished about 2 PM could you meet me in that little park off the school yard, if you are not there by 3 PM I will assume you can not or do not want to see me and I will return home. Your friend Marie “

Well I certainly was not going to miss an opportunity to see Marie once again, even if there was nothing at stake, I wanted to at least close our relationship on very good terms, after all she could have reported me and I would have been in a fine fix. I took the day off June 24th, I was not going to be late, I was not going to be tired and sweaty, but fresh and bright. I made certain that my camera was charged and ready, I also made certain I had sufficient film; I was not leaving things to chance. At 1 PM, I drove up to the little park off the school yard, while it was not deep forest it was quiet and foliage covered. The parking lot was not large and the sun shone down from the west, flickering through the trees, at the end of the lot there was an enclosure that was a bit more forestry but I figured it was not very deep. It was however private. I waited patiently and anxiously for Marie to appear wondering all along what in heaven she had in mind. I had my camera in my hands and was busy focusing on the trees and other objects in the park, when I noticed a flash of bright yellow flicker in the cars mirror. I turned my head to see Marie walking towards me; she was dressed in a bright yellow summer dress. I got out of the car and immediately began taking pictures of her as she walked towards me, waving as she strode, almost as though she was floating on air, in my direction.

The sunshine illuminated her, bouncing back off her shinning brown hair as it swirled around her head and down around her shoulders. As I focused the camera I could see Marie hands playing with something running down her chest, I necklace I thought, perhaps she was a bit nervous about our meeting, and fidgeting with a necklace trying to keep her composure. When she arrived next to me she told me how glad she was that I had decided to come and she leaned into me kissing me on the cheek. I could feel her body heat, the smell of a freshly washed young girl rose to my nostrils, the aroma mixed with just a hint of perfume, perhaps a body lotion. I was dazed for a moment, then she said “oh Good “you brought a camera, I guessed then that she had known I had been busy taking pictures all along. Marie then broke away from me and started slowly meandering towards the more dense part of the lot, she started to explain that she would like me to take pictures of her, and that with some of the money she had purchased the dress she was wearing, “Did I like it “ she said as she twirled around, making the dress flare way up on her bare legs, almost to her little cunt. I countered, “Yes, I do, it is most becoming” as I clicked away as fast as I could. Marie spun around once again, this time with her hands raised way up in the air, as she spun the little yellow dress open up fully, uncovering her body, her bare body, Marie had not a stitch underneath. Marie kept spinning, and I caught flashes of bare and flashes of yellow as she turned.

As suddenly as she had started she stopped, she was facing the dense part of the forest, the sun was shining down on her back, down of her brown hair, down on to the little yellow dress, a beautiful sight to my eyes. Marie started walking straight towards a large fallen tree truck, as she moved away from me, she draped her arms back behind her lovely young body, back in such away that her little yellow dress slipped ever so smoothly down off her shoulders, down off her arms and back down on to the ground. Marie totally naked now moved into the trees climbed on to the fallen log and stretched herself face down her head turned towards me, she then waved for me to come. Come I did, almost in my pants again; I walked towards her picking the little yellow cloth up from where it had fallen. Marie said she wanted me to take more pictures, sexy pictures, picture of her in her nakedness that I could keep forever. With that said she turned providing me with my first good look at the features of her developing body. I must state that for a young girl she had certainly developed very well and was probably more advanced than many girls of her age. Most certainly she was more developed than the girls I played with when I went to high school. As quickly as she had provided me with this exposure, she bounded by me striking another pose against the backdrop of trees. With the sun still filtering through the branches I managed to shoot a good many delightful frames.


It was a good thing that I had put more film in my pocket and not left it in the car. As I took time to reload, I watched Marie, her posing was becoming more and more provocative with each move. I sensed that she really felt comfortable with me, and that allowed her options that she would not have considered. These frames I acknowledged, I would cherish for one long time. It is difficult to imagine, it is difficult to explain, this young girl was posing in positions I would not even have thought possible, I certainly would not have thought to ask that she pose in these positions, think to yourself how would you like to see a naked seventeen year old posed in the woods !!!!!!! Marie finally stopped, and came over to me , looking at me with her beautiful sky blue eyes she asked me if my camera had an automatic timer on it.

 

The structure is much better. I just hope we don't have to wait long for the next one.

 

Marie's panties the end

Well I just about dropped dead with that question, of course it did, “then make sure you have it loaded with a full roll, set it down and focus on me over there” she said pointing at a spot, in a clear line from where were standing. Before I could react and think to grab this naked nymph, she was gone and waving to me from the spot. I adjusted the camera and fixed the zoom, I wanted to be as close as possible to that spot, and I quickly moved over to where she had been standing. Once there I found a blanket laid out on the ground, on the blanket was a black piece of cloth.


Marie called out from I really never found out, it was not far and she did not yell, but spoke softly, “put on the blind fold and stand still” she said quietly. There I stood, I had fixed the blindfold and could see nothing, I was a bit concerned because now, as I was unable to react to a compromising situation if we were being watched or had been followed. Before I could at least pretend that we were taking photos for a magazine or something, but now. I felt hands come up on my chest, the familiar scent of a cleanly washed body rose once again to my nostrils
and I relaxed a bit. Again I heard Marie’s soft voice, “As I do not want to have sex with you, but I do want to please you in some way, I would like you to let me have my way with you” And with that said the hands began unbuttoning my shirt the camera automatically clicking every little bit. The rest of my clothes followed and no time short I was as naked as she. Marie asked me to lie down, which I accomplished with out too much difficulty, then she said she had been practicing with some high school boys to see what sex was all about, and wanted to try and show me that she could please me just as well as a more experienced person. With this I felt her hands roaming all over my body, from my feet up past my now rock hard cock; up to the temples on my head she was exploring every inch of me.

Then I got whiff of young cunt as it was placed just above my mouth, I felt at the same time a pair of hands pulling lightly at my balls, as a warm tongue licked at my hard cock, I wasted no time, I stuck out my tongue searching for the center of that young cunt, at the same time I reached up to grab those luscious tits that I had seen displayed before me. I began twitching the little nipples; bring them to a hardness that they had probably not encountered to date. Marie pushed her little cunt down on to my waiting mouth, and I pushed my tongue up inside her little virgin hole, seeking her love button. Her body began to hump my face, and as she backed down hard on my mouth, her mouth left my cock, which she was apparently trying to swallow. I was less concerned about my being satisfied as I was sucking this virgin pussy, I was delighted with the state of affairs, I could not have asked for a better arrangement. Licking pussy was a weak point with me, it seemed that I could never get enough, and now here I was being treated to the most delicious little item I could every want. Marie began to come, her warm biter sweet juices flowing into my mouth, dripping down over my cheeks and running on to the blanket, she heaved and hawed, humping as fast as she could, she forgot all about my cock for a bit and just let herself be her wanton self, I could hardly hold on to her as she screamed in ecstasy.

She then went limp on me, just faded right out, her little cunt pulsating on my face spent for what I imagined to be her first real orgasm. I let her rest, and I took the advantage to massage her little behind, I could not get to her breast as it was completely crushed against my belly, I could feel her warm breath on my cock, which by now was beginning to turn blue, from want. Massaging her butt provided me with the opportunity to poke at her little brown hole, however not having access to much liquid, my mouth was pretty well covered by cunt, I could not moisten the little puckered hole to allow much more than the tip of my thumb to enter. I did however use the tip of my thumb as well as I could to extract some sort of simulation from Marie, as she came back to life, once again grinding her fuzz covered cunt onto my mouth. As she stirred, she eased herself from my body, extracting herself weak kneed and slow As she uncovered my nakedness I could feel the cool breeze of the forest air.

I judged that the sun had gone down or was about to fade from the scene and I wondered how much longer she would allow herself to stay and treat me. Suddenly my blindfold was taken from my eyes, and a very pretty and fresh looking Marie was staring down at me. She began to apologize that she had not served me first and that I was still in a state of excitement. I told her that it was all right and that I understood, and that we could still fix things if she wanted. She immediately stated that if I was not disappointed, we could certainly continue. With that said she climbed aboard, her little mouth searching mine, her breasts pressed against my chest, and her legs seizing my cock forcing it up against her little cunt. She gyrated on me like that was no tomorrow and I blew my load straight up, my hot jism cascading all over her back and running down between her ass crack.



It felt like I had blown a cup and a half of hot cream. Marie moved her body down, licking her way down to my now semi soft cock, once there she took it in her warm mouth and licked it like a lollipop, cleaning the sticky cum from of my pole. As my member returned to its normal size, Marie said that she thought she was going to be able to handle things with more poise, but that I had gotten the better of her. It was getting late in the afternoon and she did really have to return as her parents would be wondering why it took so long to finish the exams and get home. She did however have one request, she wanted me to tongue her silly before we ended our relationship, and with that said she rolled over on to her back and grabbed at her knees, spreading her little cunt as wide as she could in anticipation that I would not refuse her. Well if what I had tasted earlier was any way what now awaited me, I lost no time in placing my hands under her bum and lifting her cunt to my mouth. I could taste traces of my own seed at had been caught running down her little crack as I went to work seeking out her love button
once more.

This time however I managed to lubrication her little puckered back hole and as I was sucking glory from her virgin cunt, I began to inch a finger into her anus, rubbing every so gently. I managed to bring her off several times, before I felt that familiar swelling in my own groin, this time I figured I might as well take all that I can get, even if I had promised that I would not fuck her. I certainly did not want to provide her with her first bad experience but I after all this, I was looking for a bit of self-satisfaction as well. After perhaps her fourth or five release, I rolled her over on her stomach, and pull her little butt up to my face, I immediately stuck my tongue in her back hole as far as it would go, as flicked as best as I could. Reaching around, I grasped at her now swollen little clit, I did not want her to loose the desire to come again, and if I simply concentrated on her ass hole she might get scared.

I rose to my knees, and aimed my swelling throbbing rod at her back hole and popped the head of it passed the opening. Her body immediately tensed up, she had not even thought of this happening. She then began to wiggle, tried to pull away, as I continued to twick at her clit and tried to control the amount of cock I was holding at her back door. The end result of all this movement, well I blew my second load of the day, right down and into her brown chute The effect of this hot liquid filing her innards, caused her to cry out, and at the same time she must have relaxed, as one would when they had a bowel movement, because at that precise moment, my cock slid with ease right into her to about one half its length.

This was something I had not counted on experiencing, I was just going to try and blow my load up her bum chute, this was certainly a bonus, a big bonus. I could feel Marie’s tunnel muscles working my dick, opening closing, opening closing, then she began to move backward and forward, slow movements at first, keeping just that one half of my cock buried up her ass. Then she began to quicken her pace suddenly stopping and screaming out “ OOOHHH my goood “ as she pulled forward off my spear, collapsing down on to the blanket. There she was ,her legs were spread wide on either side of me , I could see her exposed holes pulsating . There was a torrent of juices flowing from her cunt, while the now enlarged puckered back hole, was trying to close up, pumping white cream from her innards. Man what a sight.

I let Marie rest there, her little body glistening with sweat from our trying escapade, while I dressed myself. Finally after about 15 to 20 minutes Marie rolled over. I thought what a beauty, her developing breasts, heaving, her hair tousled, her little cunt now a bit red from wear. She reached up searching for my hand, and pulled herself upright, a bit wobbly but up right. She went over to a corner off the blanket, opened a box and picked out a damp cloth, which she used to clean the remnants of cum, love juice and sweat from her body. She was in no hurry and was arranging herself in a sensual manner, so much so that I asked if she wanted to start once again.

Unfortunately she said, she would be unable to do so, for one thing she was too sore, and then she still had that time limit to return home. I watched patiently, she had certainly planned her day and she had underwear stashed away that she now covered her sweet young body with , brushing her hair of the disarray of the event, she picked up and put on her lovely little summer dress, buttoning it fully from top to bottom. She came to me offering her hand, and walked me arm in arm back to where my car was, not forgetting to pick up my camera, which had finished its role some time ago. She kissed me long and hard, now more like an experienced person, than when we had met this afternoon.

Thanking me for the times we had had during the season, she asked me
not to forget, but to remain her friend for eternity and with that she headed off through the bush.


For the next little while my mind was a bit out synchronization, I was no longer looking forward to returning home through that particular exit. There was no reward for having made it through all that traffic. I had not thought about the photos that were taken while the camera was on automatic, nor those for which Marie had posed so provocatively.


Imagine my surprise, my dumb-foundedness, when reviewing the developed film when the camera was on automatic, it was not Marie that I first encountered that day, but her friend, the dark haired girl. It was she that I first tongued to ecstasy, it was she who could not finish me off. It was probably the very first time that she had experienced some thing like this, which is why, she flaked out.

In the photos Marie is clearly visible, standing there stark naked playing with herself, watching the action her girlfriend was getting. I quickly went through the rest of my photos, and concentrated not so much on the main part of the picture, but the background, and yes I was rewarded, there while I was doing Marie, was her girlfriend looking on from the safety of the denser bush. Was I pleased that the camera had at least not run completely out of film.


END

 

A Trip to Grand dad's farm - part 1

A trip to Grand dad’s farm

My grandfather had inherited his grandfather’s farm and while it had been operated as a genuine milk producing farm for many years my grandfather had changed all that. By the time I was 16 and going out with my steady girl Joyce it had become more of a summer home, with a large quantity of grass lands.

The animals had been sold off, and the hired help’s cottage was closed, my grandfather let the fields turn to hay, which was cut and baled by his cousins and sold on the American market. We still traveled out to the house almost every weekend from May 18 till about Sept 20 or so. My grandparents having a permanent residence in Montreal used the farm as more or less a summer cottage, to say the least and expected their three children to show up on a regular basis.

My two sisters, myself, along with a male and female cousin were the only children welcome, or permitted more or less to show up with our parents. There was indeed something of a queer situation, but I never thought much of it back then. Looking at the situation now that I am of the age of my grandparents, I would imagine that the problem was more or less a financial one, no one wanted extra mouths to feed.

There were times when there were huge family gatherings, but again it was all blood relations, no outsiders. I had, when I was 11 or 12 managed to invite a friend for the week end, I am not certain how it worked but my father agreed and everything seemed to go well. The next time however I asked to invite someone I was told that I would not be allowed to do so again and the explication was left at that.

Until one weekend when my mother had gone to visit her parents and my father was left minding the three of us. I was now 16, I was not a trouble maker, but I did not see why I could not stay at home all alone for one weekend. I thought of course that if I was allowed to stay home, I would be able to have my girl Joyce over for some unsupervised time. Perhaps my father knew a bit more than I figured, any how we got into an heated discussion, and before I knew it he had agreed to allow me to invite Joyce to accompany us for a week end trip to the farm.

Now Joyce and I had been very ingenious at finding ways to play sexual games when ever and where every an opportunity presented itself, so we were very excited with the news that we would be together for a whole weekend. Plans formed in my head faster than I could conceive them , if you catch the drift of things. I am not too certain just what Joyce was thinking but as things worked out I imagine she was just as occupied planning her weekend trysts as I was.

Joyce was able to obtain permission from her parents without any trouble at all. There were times I wondered if her parents really cared what we did together as long as it did not interfere with them. Fortunately for us, we were never supervised when we were together at her place. This provided us with many occasions to play little sexual games, to the point of having Joyce undressed, bare ass naked, while her parents or at least one parent was not too far away. They may have been in the next room or up stairs, or perhaps in the house while we in the yard or the reverse. My parents however, well my mother in most cases was like a hawk around us, if we so much touched one another in a manner that was not to her liking we would be told to behave ourselves. My father well he was never home when Joyce was over so I had no idea of how he might have reacted to a bit of fooling around.

I was cautious, but overjoyed, that my father had given into to my request, so when we picked Joyce up on Saturday, I asked if she would really mind just sitting in the back seat with my sisters, rather than with me. At first she began to object, and pout a bit but I quickly explained my concerns about what my father’s reaction might be if we were to cuddle in the back seat. Once she understood, that we were in untested waters, and that we had to proceed carefully, at least while we were in his sight of vision, Joyce entered in the goody-goody role model that she had played many times before.

The trip to the country, while usually an hour’s drive seemed much longer that Saturday morning. I kept a running commentary with Joyce from the front seat explaining all about the area in which we were travelling, in the hope that my father would appreciate the fact that I had been listening to him and had learned from the stories he related over the many years as we covered this route. In attempt to hedge off any doubts or concerns that might arise over the weekend I continued to tell Joyce all about the wonders of the farm that I was going to be showing her. I of course had plans to be showing her , or at least exposing her to other aspects of things, but that was none of my father’s business.

 

A Trip to Grand dad's farm - part 2

Once we arrived , plied out of car, and made the necessary introductions to my grandparents, I took Joyce to show her the bedroom my grandmother had suggested she use and deposited her bags. Having found that we were not followed, not even by my sisters, I could not help groping her young body just a bit, kissing my Joyce in anticipation of being alone together during this fine week end. Following a bit of fooling around I gave her the grand tour of the large old farm house ending the visit at the outhouse, where several comments were made about the three holer, and the old barn wood slats.

We were called for lunch at about that time, given what I had gone through with my other invited guest, things seemed to be going alright. Perhaps it was Joyce’s doing, being so polite and appreciative or the fact that she was a girl and not a guy, but what ever it was I could not have felt better. During lunch I tried very hard to set the plans for the afternoon, telling Joyce about the upstairs armoury, the milk house, the grain shed and the old barn ( leaving out any reference to the hay loft) My purpose of course was to see how much opposition I might encounter visiting any of these buildings with a young lady in tow.

My grandfather mentioned that the milk house was locked, because of the danger of someone falling into the now unused milk-can basin. Comments about mice were made in regard to the granary, and I was told that the old farm hand’s house and outer buildings were a bit dangerous to be visited, but other than that it appeared we were free to roam until supper time or around 6 30 PM.

Joyce and I lost no time eating, finishing much before any one else , we excused ourselves from the table and set off to take care of a bit of personal business. I ushered Joyce off to the three holer, and left for the wood shed, which I had not told her was right next to the room she was going to be sitting in. Now a long time ago my cousin found himself a place in the wood shed next to that three holer, where he could take a leak with out being disturbed. This location provided him with a wonderful opportunity to look through the slats and watch whoever was taking care of their personal business in one of the chosen holes. Having shown the location to me, we had passed many minutes standing there looking at our sisters do their thing and had even managed on a couple occasions to watch our newest aunt take a leak and wipe her hairy cunt with toilet paper. That day we had to relieve ourselves before we left the shed as the tell tale signs of our tented young cocks would have given us away for sure.

So there I, was my eyes pushed up against the slats of the wall, watching as my girl Joyce, unzipped her slacks, pulled down her white cotton panties and sat on the middle hole, directly in my line of vision. The fun thing about these old out house units, is that your bottom does not quite fit like it does on a modern day toilet seat. In order to feel comfortable and not feel like you are going to fall though the hole into that large pile of old turds at the bottom you have to spread your legs a bit wider than usual.

I watched as Joyce settled herself, fidgeting trying to place herself in a more comfortable position, finally advancing her the lower portion of her body closer to the front edge of the seat and spreading her legs a good width. In this position I was afforded a view of loveliness, her pink cunt lips pulsating slowly, hidden , well covered by her shiny light bush of blond hairs. I watched as Joyce increased the rhythm of those pulsating lips, causing them to bulge forward until a golden stream of piss flowed forth, creating a cutting like sound as it tore into the dried turds at the bottom of the hole.

Suddenly , unexpected by me I watched in awe as Joyce let go of several large brown turds of her own, accompanied by the sound of several farts echoing in the wooden cabinet as her personal objects thudded down into our family’s pile of passed treasures. Once the event subsided, Joyce stood, legs spread, and with her long fingers delicately wiped the remnants of her job with the toilet paper. To my further delight Joyce turned her back to me, bent slightly and proceeded to clean her little puckered hole not that I could see very much. I felt myself surge, just thinking of her pressing her fingertips to this part of her anatomy. I quickly realized that I had to control myself, if I wanted to get out of the shed before Joyce came looking for me. Any tell tale signs of me having a throbbing hard cock bulging out in my pants would not be good at all. So I watched her finish up , keeping my emotions in check. It did help once she had pulled her pants back up, she turned and looked down into the hole in which she had dropped her business. I thought back then, HUH city people, not used to shitting in a dry holer, but then I realized that both my cousin and I did the very same thing each and every time, as we wanted to see just how our load situated itself when it was dropped. I guessed girls were no different.

I moved quickly , to the entrance of the kitchen, waiting for Joyce to arrive and ask the question, as the farm house had no running water, the out house was not equipped to wash your hands. As Joyce rounded the hall corner, I pointed to the outside landing where there was a large rain barrel, which was equipped with a tap outlet, and told her there was a cake of lye soap on the small table. She looked a bit surprised that I would respond before she had spoken, but then she did not know what I had just witnessed, and I never got around to telling her.

 

A Trip to Grand dad's farm - part 3

We took off from the back landing, travelling though the passage between the wood shed and the carriage house, and headed towards the barn , particularly the hay loft where I felt we could play a few games without being interrupted. Once inside, I directed Joyce into one of the enclosures that had been used as a birthing area for claves. I eased her into a corner from where I could watch out the dirty old window, just as a precaution. I immediately began kissing her and rubbing my hands all over her body, causing her to melt more or less into me. Once I had established a pattern , I carefully, eased my hand between us and undid the buttons on her blouse, pulling it open, providing me with access to her bare chest.

Having successfully accomplished this, as I continued to duel with Joyce’s tongue, I massaged her bare skin with my right hand easing my fingers under the material of her bra cup seeking to get at her nipples. In no time I had Joyce squirming under my touch, her breathing became rapid and more exaggerated, as she responded to my actions.

My plan was beginning to gel, I wanted Joyce to want it so bad that she would ask for more, or at least be willing to satisfy my requests to get more. I was not however prepared to up the ante too much nor too soon, as I did not want Joyce to feel that she had no options. I was not there to force her, I wanted her to feel appreciated, truly wanted and desired. I merely wanted to create a situation where Joyce might do things that she would not otherwise consider in her interest. Providing her with a means to get the release that she desired was the idea behind the game I was going to ask her to play.

I continued to tease, rubbing my hands over her bare skin. I slipped her blouse off a shoulder and planted kisses there, around her neck, down towards the bulging heaving tops of her firm young mounds. I purposely stayed away from the clasp of her brassiere in my attempt to frustrate Joyce even more. I ran my hands down between our gyrating bodies, rubbing her tummy, poking at her little girl belly button, letting my fingers slip just ever so under the edge of her pants. I was enjoying myself immensely, I could have no doubt carried on like this for quite some time, Joyce however finally realized that I was not taking things further, and began calling out my name , telling me that she wanted more, telling me to take her to another level , telling me to undo her bra to release her boobies and suck on her nipples. Once she had cried out, I knew it was time to proceed.

I told her we were going to play a little game. If she wanted to continue, she would have to follow the requests that I would give her, the first being to take her blouse off and hang it with the old clothes on the opposite side of the enclosure. Then she would have to meet me in the next enclosure where we might or might not continue. If she did not what to participate, then she could button up her blouse, and we would go for a long walk down the country road, and behave ourselves.

Knowing Joyce of course, I did not worry too much about what she would want , nor what she would do, however there was always a chance that she would call my bluff and try and make me regret having provided an OUT option. There was only one time in our early relationship that Joyce had opted out. She had been on her period back then, and she was wearing a Kotex belt and pad. I am not certain if in the early years Tampons were readily available then. I know later on in our relationship that ever once in while there was that little string hanging down between her lovely thighs. The first time however she was more than embarrassed when I slipped my hands down her panties and came upon the elastic of the belt. As I learned more from Larry at my Air Cadet meetings, I was able to demonstrate to Joyce that her sensations were even greater during that period of time. Since I did not care if there was a bit of discoloured discharge, we managed to continue playing our games even though she was on the rag. I might get into one of those episodes at a later date, as I do not want to digress from the main story.

I broke our embrace, leaving Joyce to decide what she was going to do, and moved out of the first enclosure taking my time to settle comfortably in the next one. No sooner than I had set my back against the wall , Joyce appeared in her half state of dress, her perky tits vibrating as she moved into my open arms. I am not sure what she expected, perhaps thinking I was going to remove her brassiere, and proceed as she had asked. Joyce crushed herself into me forcing me hard up against the wall of the barn. She hunched her shoulders in such a manned as to allow the straps of her brassiere to side down on to her arms, no doubt in anticipation that my next step would be to unclasp the holster holding her young mounds.

This however was not the way I had conceived the plan, so as Joyce crushed her soft warm body into mine, I continued to massage her bare back, avoiding the material of her brassiere. I pressed my fingers firmly seeking to rub at each rib of her body, resulting in Joyce moaning and melting as I proceeded. I wanted her to forget about having her tits manipulated, and just enjoy my efforts to increase her sensibility. I offered up my mouth, my lips, my tongue seeking to create havoc with Joyce’s emotions, in my attempt to return to the same sexual high we had created in the first enclosure .

It did not take long, before I was able to effectively flick open the button of her pants, and gently ease the zipper down over her bottom. I was pleased that particular day Joyce had worn pants that closed in the back, it allowed me then to slip in and grab at her panty cover buns. I continued to press my fingers firmly into her body, but now I was able to proceed much lower on her body, moulding her ass cheeks as we gyrated our bodies.

I could tell Joyce was arriving at another stage in her emotional climb , however I did not really want her reaching her peak until I had decided the time and place. I broke off our kissing, and eased her body away from mine just enough so that she was able to feel the slacking of her pants. I then told her that if she wished to continue the game, she should take her pants off and hang them with the old harnesses that were on the back wall of the enclosure, then she could come and meet me in the last stall. However if she was uncertain , she had this last chance to cover her body, pick up her blouse and we would leave the barn , go walking and behave ourselves. With that said, I loosened my grip on her lovely young body and moved to the next stall to wait.

The last stall was much smaller, it was where they used to keep the bull, there was no window, and once inside the stall it would be hard to survey the surroundings to make sure we would be undisturbed . I did not have long to ponder the situation, as Joyce sauntered in dressed now only in her bra and panties, she was ready for more , seemingly tuned well into the game plan. I altered tactics immediately telling her she had another choice to make. She could decide which private body area she wanted me to stimulate, but must keep on one piece of underwear. I wanted to see just where we stood , if Joyce was willing to continue creating the excitement, or if she just wanted to get herself off quickly.

There was an old bucket outside the stall, perhaps 15 or 20 feet into the main barn, I told her to go out to the bucket and put which ever garment she wished into it then she could return to me and we would continue the game. Up until now our antics had pretty well been hidden along the corridor where there were few windows. In the main part of the barn however it was another story, as there were little windows all along the side of the barn. Enough light came through these openings to make the barn a pleasant place to work during the day. It was into this light that I sent Joyce dressed only in undergarments ( not much different than being in a two piece bathing suit ) . The fact remains that she was in an old barn, not near a beach nor a pool, and it was not a bathing suit. Had anyone, including either or both of my sisters come looking for us Joyce would be in a fine fix. To add intrigue to the situation, she was to doff one of the two pieces of clothing that covered her and walk back to the stall where I was waiting .

As I reminisce , I suppose that in consideration of what transpires today among our youth, this incident would be of no consequences, back then however we two 16 years olds were playing with fire. It was very exciting to watch as Joyce picked her way over to the bucket, being careful not to get tangled up in the cow holsters, or slip into the old manure track, and trying to avoid passing too close to any of the windows. My heart was pounding, sending hot blood down to my cock, as I waited to see whether she was going to divest herself of her brassiere or her cotton panties. I knew that she had made she right, or more correct decision when she reached back and unclasped her brassiere. I watched as she slipped the straps off her shoulders, pulled them down her long arms and finally slip the brassiere from her body. Joyce turned in my direction, exposing her lovely firm young tits to my view and carefully dropped the brassiere in the old bucket.

Once this was accomplished, I reluctantly moved to the back of the stall, missing out the pleasantness of watching Joyce wind her way through the barn almost naked . I am certain had I continued to watch, I would have blown my load, and that was not in the game plan at this moment. Joyce herself must have been very excited as the moment got close to me she grabbed at my hands and planted them firmly on her mammary glands.

It was time to build the sexual sensations once again, I took my time squeezing, her mounds, rubbing my palms over her areola, her nipples and back under them lifting the delicate tits up towards my mouth. I began planting hot wet kisses all over Joyce’s chest. I wanted to savour the moment, to use the time to get Joyce to shake and rattle, but not orgasm. I turned her to face away from me, directly in view of the opening of the stall. I pushed her legs a part with my feet and pulled her ass back on to the bulge that had formed in my pants. I wrapped my arms around her body , concentrating on rubbing her nipples, while I planted kisses all over her shoulders and neck. Had we been surprised by anyone they would have gotten and eye full for sure , Joyce half naked and spread like a French tart.

How long this went on is anybody’s guess , I had lost track of time, my only interest was making sure I did not allow Joyce to reach her pinnacle . I was concentrating on bringing her so close to the edge that she would be willing to do almost anything I suggested to ride over the top , to obtain the release she so desired. I was not a mean bastard by anyone’s standards, I was not going to make Joyce do anything dangerous or out of sorts with our values. I was not a pig , but 16 year old with a hot girl who loved to have the envelope push just a bit.

Joyce’s moaning and groaning became very vocalized , she was forcing her ass back into my bulge, at the same time holding on to my hands as they roamed over the front of her naked torso. Suddenly however she stopped, moved her hands down over her panties and between her legs, much to my surprise. Quickly I had to act and quickly I did, grabbing at both her hands, I spun her around and folded her arms behind her back. I told her that she was a naughty girl, going to orgasm like that standing half naked in an old bull stall.
This was certainly not the right timing, as the game was just getting interesting, I went on to state.

 

A Trip to Grand dad's farm - part 4



The expression on Joyce’s face was priceless, she was almost so far gone that her eyes had begun to glaze, yet the disappointment of not being allowed to follow through and cum was also evident in her facial features. As I told her we had not yet completed the game, holding her arms fast I guided her into what had been the operations room of the old barn. There was a lot of crap lying there amongst the gauges, knobs, handles and other what not, I had to be very careful directing ourselves so that we would fall over anything and get hurt.

The reason I was going through this part of the building, was that there was a back set of stairs, or better yet almost a ladder type of stair that led up into the hayloft, they were very steep and used mostly as an emergency exit or entrance to that location. Once we came to the bottom, having safely passed the obstacle course, I placed Joyce at the bottom rung. I told her what she wanted and what she desired would be found at the top of the stairs. She would be allowed to go first, with me following to make sure she did not slip or fall off the steps. There was , however a further command that she had to complete as she climbed .

I told Joyce that she had to take one step at a time, each time making sure she had both feet on the same rug before she took the next step up. Getting her to confirm that she understood my instructions, I followed up with , each time she had both feet on the same rung, she was to ease her cotton panties down just a bit. I continued to tell her that the panties could not slip down her legs completely until she had reached the very last rung and was ready to step into the loft. I figured this would be most enjoyable for me as I would be right behind her, watching ,waiting to see all her female treasures exposed bit by bit. I figured that she would have some difficulty keeping her panties from sliding right down once she had moved them to about knee level.

It was not as easy as one would think, Joyce had to concentrate, first of all she had to hold tightly on to the step rail, or risk falling. This left her the option of using one hand to ease the panties from around her body, or to change hands to complete the downward movement. Joyce had also to try and figure out just how much she should lower her panties as she stepped upon each rung. At the 6th or 7th rung her panties came to a stop at her knees. So far I had enjoyed watching, an every increasing expanse of hot female bottom come into view but I had not been shown too much of the valued treasure, which I knew of course Joyce had between her thighs. That was about to change.

Joyce hesitated, not moving up the next rung as quickly as she had done the others. She began fiddling with her panties, you could almost hear exasperated gasps as she thought things through. Once she had figured that the only way things were going to work, as she still had four or five rungs to climb, Joyce widened her stance on the steps, spreading her legs so that the cotton material of her panties held and did not slip completely down to her ankles before time.

This of course opened up her thighs, providing me with a wonderful view right up to her beautiful virgin cunt. Through the fine blond hairs covering her sex, I could see the lips separating, spreading as she moved one leg at a time up on to the next rung. I was certain I could see little droplets of liquid just hanging in those fine hairs, waiting to drop, not now into her cotton panties, but all the way down, down onto the floor of the old barn.

I moved up on the steps quickly, covering the distance I had allowed at the beginning . I put my face level with the bottom of her crack, I was certain that I smelt her scent, her cherry blossom scent, even if the smell of dried hay was the more poignant of the odours in the barn. I wanted just so bad to stick out my tongue and push forward into the crease between hers legs, but I realized that I had to keep control of my actions just a little longer. I was at that moment faced with a real dilemma.

Finally Joyce reached the top rung, lifted her leg to set herself on the floor of hay loft, and allowed her cotton panties to float down over her ankles, depriving her of all protection and modesty. I did nothing to stop their descent, I watched the white coloured material float down, down to the floor of the old operations room , out of our sight.
Joyce was now in her all together, open for anything I cared to try, it was impossible for her to cover up. I knew she realized this as soon as I planted my two feet on the old floor boards of the hay loft and stared at her exquisite nakedness.

I guess I was very naive at 16 , but it had never occurred to me just how hot it could get in a hayloft. When were we haying, I usually stayed on the wagon and loaded the bales of hay onto the elevator system. It was my cousin Henry who found himself in the hayloft placing the bales. While we usually both worked up a sweat, he always seemed to be much more drenched than I, which I always thought was because he was older than me. Standing there looking at my beautiful young creature I could see little beads of perspiration forming on her skin, creating a shinning like coating on her nakedness.

Unfortunately I had not planned things much further than my nose, as we usually rolled with what every track we were on. Baled hay is not quite like a pile of loose hay, it is made up of cuttings, is packaged firmly and tied with cord when it comes out of the baling machine. I had to think quick, telling Joyce to remain still while I fixed us a place. I moved around looking for the most comfortable spot I could, and then ( to the chagrin of my grandfather no doubt) busted up a couple of his precious bales trying to make a soft bed to lie in. Once I had things set I called Joyce over, always watching with intrigue the movements of this naked nymph . To be kind, and afford us a better bed so to speak I stripped down and had Joyce lay on my clothing.

I once again set about bringing her to her sexual peak, she had settled down a bit as she had waited for me to prepare the setting, so she had relaxed and allowed me to follow through. I began to lick the sweet sweat off her face, as I racked my fingers over her nakedness, caressing all her sensual spots, from the top of her cunt to the top of her ear lobes. I took my time, enjoying her body, enjoying the reaction I was causing. I was certainly in no rush, now that I had Joyce spread out on this bed of hay, far from the prying eyes of anyone.

It did not take long to get my girl going again, her return kisses became desperate, rapid, almost aggressive. Her body began vibrate almost to the point that I was having trouble rubbing the spots that I had been working on. Each time I raked my fingers over her nipples, I thought I felt them expand their already elongated form, they were as hard as I had felt them in a long time. Joyce sought out my hand trying to push it towards that very special place between her thighs.

It was time then to advance in my game plan, I asked her if she wanted more, I asked her if once again she was willing to obey . I held my hand firm countering any effort she was making to pull it toward the center of her universe. I told her to spread her legs wide, and place her arms at her side which she did immediately without question. I disengaged my body , sat back on my hunches and inspected her virgin cunt. I reached over and tenderly rubbed my finger on the folds of her glistening pussy lips. Joyce bucked up into the palm of my hand at the same time reaching out to hold it there and apply pressure to ensure contact.

Not wanting her to digress from what I intended to do, I stopped rubbing , pulled my hand away and slapped sharply at her two hands, telling her that she had to keep her arms at the side of her body, if she wanted me to continue, or I would stop and we would leave the hayloft. That did the trick, however she began pleading with me to not let her wait any longer, she needed to cum, she could not wait much longer, she was just so horny and ready for anything.

 

A Trip to Grand dad's farm - part 5

Those words were just what I wanted to hear, ready for anything. I stood up, moved to the bottom of her feet, bent and lifted both of them high in the air, keeping them spread in a V like form. Joyce was now opened up like never before in our relationship. I looked down into the pink folds of her girlish innards, I could see her love juices just sitting there ready to leak out, or be sucked out which I was planning to do . I watched as her little knob vibrated or at least pulsated in anticipation of my next move.

I told Joyce that she should take hold of her ankles and pull them as close to her head as possible, keeping her legs spread wide. I then dropped down on my knees and placed my tongue just at the edge of her open hole and flicked at the liquid that was being held in the pool. Joyce howled at the contact and dropped her legs onto my shoulders, crushing my head in her thighs as she bucked her sex into my face.

I retracted my tongue, eased her legs off my shoulders and sat back once again. Joyce was now whimpering, telling me all kinds of things to get me to continue, I do believe she promised me the moon at that time, I know she went on and on about ready to do anything I wanted, any time I wanted, anywhere I wanted, if I would just continue.

Mind you I was not going to pass up an opportunity like this in any case, whether or not Joyce told me she was ready to do anything if I continued. I told her to grab hold of her ankles, and pull them back towards her head, keeping the spread as wide as she could.
In completing this movement, Joyce effectively opened up her pink virgin cunt exposing her now pulsating clit to my attention. What she did not realize was that she also brought her little bung hole straight up towards my descending mouth. Joyce, I am certain was holding herself, expecting me to lick at her sweet innards as I could see her love juices had formed a pool between the folds of her engorged pussy lips. I wasted little time, bracing myself for the downward collision of her legs, I slipped my wilily tongue passed her crinkled rim as deep as I could into her little brown chute.

It was a good thing that I had prepared myself for the downwards cascading of Joyce’s muscular legs, for that is exactly what happened. Joyce bucked so violently that she almost caused us to roll out of our bed of hay and down the inclined bales to the bottom of the barn. She squirted those pooled love juices with such force that she thoroughly soaked the hair on top of my head. Her cherry blossom scent mushroomed up from inside her womanly parts, expanding out to mingle with the aroma of dried sweet grass, creating a heavenly mixture.

I however was far from finished with this lovely naked creature spread out so wantonly in front of me. I once again pushed her legs apart setting my shoulders between her soft thighs and sunk my mouth down upon her virgin cunt hole. As I lapped at the remaining juices leaking from Joyce’s love hole, I flicked my tongue rapidly at her now quivering clit. Joyce was almost having convulsions , her body rocked and bucked so quickly that I had trouble holding my mouth in place . I forged ahead, lapping at all that was leaking, sucking it into my system as fast as I could. Keeping or at least trying to keep a constant rhythm rubbing at her clit, I sought at the same time to ease one of my fingers into her ass hole to apply pressure at this sensitive point once more.

It did not take long, before Joyce began crying out, only this time she was asking me to stop as she could not take any more. Not that I did not heed her request, but I continued for a few minutes taking satisfaction knowing that I was actually draining Joyce of her magic love fluids. When I detached my mouth, Joyce went completely limp, letting her limbs fall like a rag doll, her legs spayed wide open. Had I known then what I know today, I would have taken complete and utter advantage of her and fucked the living day lights out her right then and there. We had agreed that we would not risk the chance of getting her pregnant , neither of us were prepared for that kind of monkey business, so I fortified my steel and backed away from her body.

I did however pull my pod until I shot my spunk all over her beautiful sweaty body . I then knelt down beside her sweet sweating body and cuddled until I fell asleep . How long we remained in our particular stupor, I do not know, but we were rudely awaked, startled would be more like it , by the sound of the main door of the barn rattling open followed by the voices of several men .

I would have been hilarious to have watched us, two naked bodies in panic mode, trying to move far out of any line of sight, realizing that being caught was not an option. I managed to grab my clothes, pulling on my shorts and pants at the same time while handing Joyce my shirt to afford her a bit of covering. We then slithered like the snakes we were through the bales of hay, making our way back to the barn steps that had led us there. It was difficult to not cry out each time we came into contact with a sharp edge of a piece of dried straw, the bare parts of our bodies bore testimony that we had paid a price for the moments of ecstasy that were had just experienced.

Once we had gotten far enough back behind the higher walls of baled hay, we stopped to gather our breath , not wanting to be negligent when going down those steep stairs into the dark bottom of the barn itself. My main concern was getting us someplace safe , away from any chance of prying eyes seeing us in our half state of dress. Heck I never even gave a thought to Joyce’s bare bottom following me down the steps . All I would have had to do was stop and hold my face up my mouth open and I would have managed to connect to her sweet sex as she came down from above. We began giggling as we made contact with the cement floor of the barn, we were perhaps more nervous than much else, and this was how we came about releasing the bent up excitement.

As we held onto one another, it came to mind that this was not quite how I had wanted things to terminate. I had planned to have a naked Joyce walk around the main barn colleting her clothes She was however half covered by my shirt, and we knew that there were people moving in and around the barn. I did not want things to get out of hand so I relented and allowed her to go pick up her clothes, not putting them on but bringing one piece back to me at a time. I was still making things daring but hedging my bet so as to speak.

The sun had changed position from the time that we had entered the barn and the operations room was now completely with out any direct light. We began searching for Joyce’s panties but could not find them at all, so I sent her to retrieve her other articles of clothing while I continued to reach around feeling for her panties ( not very hard mind you, as I thought it would be more fun if we could not find them).

Once dressed in true and proper form we made our exit out the back door of the barn , headed for the next field which was tall with something or other ( it provided more cover to us) and from there we moved back and up on to the main road. We had now regained control of our senses and managed to walk normally , holding hands and swing our arms in unison.

We stopped back at the barn , where there was now a large trailer truck, my father , my uncle , my grandfather, his cousins ( the ones who cut and baled the hay) and a few others who I presumed to be the truck driver and helpers. They were taking 300 bales out of the barn, which would be perhaps two hours work. They asked me to lend a hand, so I asked Joyce if she would like to head off to the house , perhaps meet up with my sisters or sit and wait till we finished loading. Joyce sat herself down on the edge of the roadway but may have not stayed long for when we were finished with the hay , she was no longer there.


And I can finish the story here even though I have written about the three day week end BUT as this story has not drawn any comments I guess it would be best to make it toast and work on some thing else

 

I certainly would have passed bye tha very spot on a daily bases