"The farmer_s daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cannon Jason)

CHAPTER ONE

For the third time in as many minutes she cursed her father for neither fixing the hot water heater nor the wheel on the small wagon. If she had to haul firewood up to the wash house, so the water could be heated for the chores, then the least her father could do was fix the wagon so she could haul it.

Perspiration ran in rivulets off her face, across her neck, and disappeared into the deep cleft between her tits. The tits themselves were barely contained by last summer's halter. Pa had told her that things had changed this year. There just wouldn't be enough money for new clothes. Consequently the silver-dollar-sized areolas around her nipples peeked out above the material if she moved to any position other than standing exactly straight up.

Kneeling beside the wagon, pushing with all her might to get the pesky wheel back on the flimsy axle, one side of the garment gave up and her right tit leapt free. Rather than lose the advantage she had gained on the wheel, she paid no attention to it.

"You need some help there, Alma Mae?"

She looked up. The blond-haired, handsome face stared directly down at her, the pixie grin belying the well over six-foot-two frame it topped. "What are you smilin' at, Rafer Clooney?"

"Oh, nothin'. It's just that I ain't seen you much since last summer, what with you in school an' me workin' an' all. I was just noticin' how much you growed up."

She followed his stare down to her naked, swaying tit. Her face turned crimson as she let the wagon fall and stood. She tugged at the halter and pushed at her tit until most of the fleshy globe was again secure inside the material.

She should have been wearing a bra, she thought, but they too had gotten too small for her and they hurt.

He stood, smiling like an idiot as he let his eyes take in what he saw as the suddenly matured perfection of her young body. Long brown legs seemed to go up forever until they met her tight, cut-off jeans. There they molded into wide, flaring hips and firm asscheeks. Her waist was so thin he could have gotten his huge hands all the way around it. The tits were a different story. One of his hands could never encompass the round fullness of just one of them.

He was right, she thought. That winter everything had happened to her body. She had blossomed, both mentally and physically. Her younger brother, Able, had discovered it, even before she had noticed it. She had the sneaking suspicion, from the looks he gave her, that Pa had discovered it too.

From the time she was eleven, living on a farm as she had all her life, she had known about sex as if she were an adult. But that winter, right after her thirteenth birthday, she had realized that physically she had come of age.

"You sure have."

His voice jerked her back to the present. "I've what?"

"Growed up… and out," he said, his smile becoming a leer.

He was looking directly at her crotch. She lightened her muscles and realized why. The cut-offs were also too small for her. They had crept up and the lips of her cunt had opened so the material had slipped inside her crack. Without looking she knew her cuntal mound was clearly outlined in the jeans.

"Yeah, I need some help," she said, grasping the bottoms of the jeans and pulling them down.

He smiled. "All right. I'll hold the wagon up and you push the wheel on."

She knelt with the wheel in her hands as he did easily, with just the strength in his heavily muscled arms, what she had been forced to use a long pole in order to accomplish.

As she worked with the wheel she couldn't help but notice and admire the corded rippling beneath the tawny skin on his arms. He worked his father's fields, across the creek, from daylight till dark during the season. The sun and hard work had given him a broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped athlete's body.

As she shoved the wheel over the axle and used a small nail for a cotter pin, she sensed his eyes, above her, staring down her front at the dark valley between her tits.

When she was finished they stood up at the same time. She found herself so close to him that the hardened nipples of her tits touched his chest. They both jumped awkwardly as the tension of passion passed between them. And, as their eyes met, they both wished they hadn't.

But, for the moment, the slender thread between them was broken.

"Where you goin' with that wood?"

"Wash house."

He laughed. "Water heater broke down again, huh? I'll tote it up there for ya."

He didn't wait for her to agree or disagree. He grabbed the tongue of the wagon and started puffing, heading for the rocky, pot-hole infested path that led up to the house.

She was almost glad that he had taken the initiative even though she was sure she would have to fight him off once they got up to the wash house.

She remembered the times they had played together the previous summer. She hadn't fought him off then. But then she couldn't have gotten pregnant even if he had been able to get his big cock inside her cunt.

Two or three times a week, that summer, Rafer would come over, after chores and supper, to play catch with her brother, Able, who was a year younger than Alma Mae.

One night Able had gone into town on his bicycle to buy tobacco for Pa. Rafer said he might just as well wait around until Able came back. He followed Alma Mae around for company while she curried her one prize possession, her mare, Lady Belle.

"You're gettin' to be pretty as all get out, Alma Mae," he had said.

"Go on!" she replied, her face turning red under his stare. But, secretly, she had liked what he said. At only twelve, Alma Mae would truly have loved to take Rafer away from Sue Ann Halle. She hated Sue Ann, who was so uppity just because she had big tits already and hair around her cunt.

"No, I mean it," he said, placing his hands on her hips. "How about you lettin' me kiss you once an' I'll show ya?"

"No, we daren't," she said, feeling the warmth of his hands move up across her back. "Pa's liable to come out."

"You know he won't. Hell, you couldn't pull him away from that television set of his this time of night, no way."

"Well… all right. Just one."

He kissed her, his tongue slowly insinuating itself between her lips, and then her teeth, until it met hers.

At first she fought it but slowly things started happening to her mind and body, as his tongue bathed the whole inside of her mouth and sucked on her tongue. She returned the ardor of his kiss with hers and melted her body against his.

Just outside the stall an old car seat rested against the barn wall. Before she realized it he had guided her to it. She felt him falling backward. He still clutched her tightly and suddenly she found herself on his lap. One of his big hands shifted to a position under her knees and between her legs as he kissed her on the cheek and neck and rolled her across his body.

"I said just once, Rafer." She knew there wasn't much conviction in her voice, but she struggled halfway out of his arms anyway.

When he laughed and pulled her back down his hand was higher, between her thighs. She squeezed her legs tightly together, not letting his hand come clear up to her cunt.

"I suppose you do this with Sue Ann Halle," she said.

"Sum, all the time," he replied. "Hell, Alma Mae, me and Sue Ann do a lot more than this."

"Like what?" Her curiosity was heightened.

"Want me to show you?"

"Tell me."

"We fuck."

Alma knew what he meant, but she wasn't sure she believed him. She had been to Sue Ann's house a lot and she was sure that if Sue Ann had really been fucking already she would have bragged about it to her.

"I don't believe you," she said.

"It's true, I swear."

Suddenly Alma Mae did believe him and it made her mad. She knew she could do anything Sue Ann could do and probably do it a lot better. Ever since she had spent a whole night with Sue Ann and the girl had bragged about how big her tits had gotten and how wonderful it was to at last become a woman, Alma Mae had wanted to spite her somehow. Especially when the other girl had pranced around nude in front of her and dared her to take all of her clothes off. Alma Mae had been stung with embarrassment by her own barely developing nubs, her lack of a period, and the baldness of her tiny cunt.

"Show me some of it… what you do with her," Alma Mae said, a tone of determination coming into her voice.

He slipped his hand higher between the softness of her young thighs until he could cup her asscheeks through the thin panties. This time she put her arms around his neck and kissed him. She couldn't place exactly when his other hand had started fondling her tits but she did know that she felt soothed by what he was doing. She liked the warmth of his body against her.

Gradually, between kisses she became aware of his hard cock pressing on her hip. The size of it, even under the clothing, shocked her. Again she became frightened. She tried shifting her position but he wouldn't let her move.

Then she was electrified. He had wormed his hand underneath her panties from the rear, and now he was steadily drawing them down her legs. She remembered the lack of hair on her cunt. Her neck burned red afraid that he would look at her cunt and compare its nakedness to Sue Ann's lush wealth of fur. She looked down. Her cunt was clearly visible where her skirt had hiked clear up to her waist. She quickly folded both her hands over the mound.

"What are you gonna do, Rafer Clooney?"

"Just take these off so's I can touch you easier. It'll make you feel good, Alma Mae."

It must have been an imp in her brain that made her say what she next said. "If you're gonna look at me like that an' get to touch me, I wanna see you too…"

Her eyes widened as he moved her around him to lie on the car seat and he jumped up in front of her. In no time he had loosened his belt and stepped out of his pants and shorts.

She saw his long cock raving, already hard, between his legs. It was much, much bigger than her brother Able's, thicker and longer. And the sac beneath it that held his balls looked like it might burst with their swollen holdings.

"Now you see it, Alma Mae."

"You like it, Alma Mae?"

"It's big, Rafer, real big."

"That's good when it's big, Alma Mae. You'll see. Touch it! That's it, curl your hand around it just like that. Now jack it!"

"Huh?"

"Move your hand up and down on it. Like this."

He placed his hand over hers on his cock and moved it back and forth. "Oh shit, Alma Mae. Shit, shit, shit, you don't know how good that feels!"

His cock pulsed and throbbed in her hand. His hips moved it back and forth making the bulbous head disappear and then reappear, its glans rippling as she squeezed the shaft harder and harder with teach stroke.

He winced as he felt the pressure of her fist around his cock. She was a little skinny, he thought, but he sensed in her, the rampant, all-consuming desire for sex. She would be a good piece, he told himself, and she would get better.

She had become so absorbed in the manipulation of his cock that she had completely forgotten to cover her cunt. Its mound under her flat belly pooched white, its lips pinkly inviting beneath the hair that curled toward the crack. He looked from her cunt's puckered, tight opening to the blood-gorged head of his cock and wondered absently if he could get it inside her.

He fell forward, pinning her to the car seat with his weight. With one hip he prodded a leg aside. With an arm under the knee of her other leg he eased his body completely between her thighs until the head of his cock was touching, nestling the exposed outer lips of her pink cunt.

She felt the pressure of his cockhead against her cuntlips and stiffened. Instinctively she contracted her ass and cuntal muscles. He ran the head of his cock up and down her delicious slit. It was sopping with the juices of her cunt. He was sure she was good and ready for his cock.

He moved downward until he was sure his cock was resting at the perfect place for entrance. He moved his hands around her until he could cup her fleshy asscheeks and lift her ass and cunt toward his cock.

He could feel his cockhead pushing against her tiny hole, seeking entrance. He moved his hands lower on her ass. She shivered involuntarily as his fingers tightened, two of them delicately tickling her spread asshole. The moisture between her glued cuntlips had built to a lake of cuntal juices. Her whole being wanted his cock but her body remained stiff and tense. The soft lips of her cunt refused to open.

He lunged, pulling at her ass in the same motion, but her body wouldn't respond. Again and again he drove his cock forward, bunching his asscheeks and digging his toes into the dirt floor for added leverage.

But nothing did any good. No matter how hard his cock, or how much pressure he could produce for it, her sweet cunt refused him entrance.

She could feel the sticky juices trickling from the lips of her cunt and running down into the crack of her ass. Her mind screamed at her pussy to open and take his cock, but it elicited no response.

He paused, panting, and sagged to his knees between her legs. Just below him he could see the delicious mound of her cunt, its juices glistening from the light of dusk coming through the door.

He raised the thin blouse until the light danced tantalizingly over her small, rose-tipped tits. Again Alma Mae was embarrassed. Her tits weren't half the size of Sue Ann's. On top of that she hadn't been able to satisfy Rafer by taking his prick into her cunt. She pulled her blouse down just as he was about to dip his mouth to her nipples.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Nothin'," she said, and wriggled her body to a standing position.

"Hey," Rafer said, standing beside her and slowly pumping his hard cock, "you're not mad are you?"

"No," she said, pulling her panties back on. "I ain't mad. I'm…" She fell suddenly silent and looked directly into his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Shit," he said, a winning smile creasing his handsome face. "It's all right. Here… watch!"

She watched and became fascinated as his hand began pumping and punishing his cock. The huge red head was like a phantom that was there and then gone again, inside his fist.

And then he came, in great globular streams that shot in tempo with his hand from his pulsing cockhead. Again and again his cock jerked spasmodically, sending yet another spurt of white, milky cum onto the ground beneath him.

Then his breathing lightened and his smile returned as he squeezed the last remnants of cum from his prick.

"Damn," Alma Mae said, fascinated by the exhibition.

He squeezed the last few drops of jism into his palm and held it toward her. "Taste it!"

"No."

"Why not?"

"'Cause."

He dipped the tip of his tongue into his palm and brought it back into his mouth. "Won't hurt ya."

They didn't do anything after that, together, for almost two weeks, even though Rafer still came over regularly to play ball with Able. Then her parents had to attend a farm bureau meeting in to one afternoon and the car broke down on the way back. They called and Able went in on his bicycle to help. Soon after that they called again, saying that it would be late before the car could be fixed so they decided that they would stay in town and go to a movie.

Alma's older sister, Rosebud, was away for the whole summer in Memphis with their Aunt Gussie, so Alma suddenly found herself, for the first time in weeks, all alone in the big old house. The first thing to hit her mind was, "call Rafer." Just about the time she picked up the telephone she heard the throaty roar of his motorcycle in front of the house.

She met him at the door. "How'd you know I was home alone?" she asked when he openly kissed her and fondled her tits and ass in the front hallway.

"We got a party line… remember?" he said, laughing loudly.

It was better in the bed than it had been in the barn but the result was still the same. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't will her cunt to open up enough for him to gain entrance.

Again he wasn't angry or frustrated. She was, and she was sure now, that her lack of ability and her youth would drive him back to Sue Ann.

He surprised her. This time he urged Alma Mae to do for him what he had done for himself at the conclusion of their last try.

This time Alma held his cock in her hand caressingly, fondling it, skinning it back, letting its throbbing hugeness fascinate her. She leaned her face closer and closer to the cockhead until it was very near her lips.

He couldn't resist it.

He took her head in his hands and guided her lips to his throbbing cockhead. She seemed to sense what he wanted and, with courage, flicked her tongue out to lick at the tiny eye in the bulbous head of his cock. He moved his hips forward to encourage her.

"Suck it, Alma. Let the head of it go into your mouth and lick and lick and suck on it!"

She opened her mouth wide, felt the cockhead enter, and then her lips were skimming along the glistening staff. She liked it, the hard and the soft of it all at once in her mouth. She let him know it by taking more and more of his cock inside her. It filled her mouth until it searched out the rear of her throat.

He took her free hand and placed it under his balls. She hefted them, testing their weight and the texture of the hairy skin.

He groaned and moved his hips in tempo with her bobbing head. From the loud sucking sounds coming from her mouth he knew she had built a passion for his cock. Alma Mae was a virgin and he might not be able to fuck her tight cunt, but she was more than satisfying him with the joy of her throat, her tongue, and her cocksucking, saliva coated mouth.

Suddenly she felt the cockhead swell. It filled her throat as the barrel throbbed and pulsed in her hand. His balls too, seemed to take on a life of their own as great globs of hot cum spurted into her throat. Her head was nearly knocked back by the tremendous surge of his hot jism.

Letting his dripping prick slip from her mouth she looked up at him, smiling as she swallowed his huge load in one massive gulp.

At least twice a week throughout the rest of the summer they found the time and the way to slip away together. He would go down on her, slipping his hot tongue between the lava-like folds of her cunt. She had her first, spine-tingling come that way, with her thighs pressed tightly around his head and his tongue greedily lapping at her clitoris.

But still, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his cock inside her cunt. Always, when they were finished with sex, they would lie in each other's arms and she would urge him to tell her, that she was the only one for him.

He did just that right up until the time Alma Mae found him, during the Labor Day turkey shoot, with his cock buried deeply in Sue Ann Halle's big cunt.

She had followed them away from the picnic grounds and watched while Rafer took her clothes off, spread her legs, and poured his meat to her in the deep weeds that covered the ground by the riverbank.

First she hit him over the head with an old, dead oak limb. Then she told him that the next time she saw him on her daddy's place she would personally put two full loads of buckshot in his ass from her daddy's gun.

Later, Able, being the younger-brother spy that he was, confided in her that Rafer had been doing it all along. The older boy had been fucking Sue Ann on all the nights he hadn't been at their house.

It had become common knowledge around town that wild young Rafer Clooney had gotten himself the ideal situation; one girl who gave great head and another who had a willing and a snapping cunt.

So, for Alma Mae, the glorious summer of her romance and her introduction to sex with Rafer came to a jarring end.

Alma's mother became ill and died in October. So she and Rosebud had to take care of the house for their pa and Able. Alma continued going to school even after Rosebud stormed out of the house one morning over a fight she had had with their father. She had packed and moved up to Memphis for good.

Rafer's grunting efforts became louder as he pulled the wagon up over the last hill toward the house. Alma Mae felt some of the old desire for him creep into her thoughts as she watched the muscles dance under the bronzed skin of his broad back. She could feel her nipples tingle as they rubbed against the material of the halter. She was sure her cunt was secreting juices that would soon soak the crotch of her jeans.

As they passed the wheelless body of the old, wrecked Oldsmobile behind the barn she saw him glance at the car and then at her. There was a broad grin on his face. She knew only too well what it meant. The back seat of that old car had been their special hiding place many times. She turned her head back to the wagon as if she hadn't noticed.

He pulled the wagon in front of the wash house door and started stacking the wood.

"Goin' to the Fourth picnic Sunday?" he asked as they worked.

"Don't know," she replied. "It's only Tuesday."

"Don't have to get mad," he said.

"Sorry," she said, thinking. She decided last summer was a long time ago. She might just as well talk civil to him. "I suppose we will. Rosebud's comin' down from Memphis with Aunt Gussie and the family's comin' over from Groter County. Yeah, we'll all go."

"It'll be a hell of a weekend," he said, moving toward her.

"I s'pose."

"Why don't we make it like last year's Fourth weekend?"

"Or last year's Day weekend?"

"You still got that on your mind, Alma Mae?"

"Why shouldn't I," she said, moving away from him.

"I'd like to say I'm sorry and maybe try to get back together again," he said, still advancing on her.

"It ain't the same."

"Why not?" he said, lowering his hand to the swelling bulge in the front of his jeans.

"'Cause it ain't," she said, still backing away from him. "We're older now, or at least I am."

"You sure are," he said, smiling and grabbing her wrist.

She wrenched free and lurched away from him. Her ass struck the fender of the old Oldsmobile. She rolled to the side, trying to escape him.

He was on her in an instant, his lips groping for hers, his crotch grinding against her pelvic bone, his chest mashed against her massive tits.

"Rafer Clooney, you let me go!"

"Why Alma Mae? I want you… I truly do."

"You let me go… I don't wanna get in no trouble, you hear me?"

"Trouble?" he said, his grin widening. "What kinda trouble?"

"You know what kinda trouble."

"How'm I gonna get you in trouble, Alma Mae… when I can't even get my pecker inside you?"

"Well," she said, her face again turning the color of a beet. "We're older now."

"Does that mean that now I can get inside you?"

Again she tried to get away from him. In the process her left tit found its way to freedom from the halter.

He saw his chance and cupped it with one of his hands. "Jesus!" he exclaimed when he felt it overflow his hand. "Jeeeessus, Alma Mae…"

His hand was hot on her tit. Almost too hot. She felt the old fires start to smolder in her body and mind. But now they were even stronger because now she was no longer a little girl. She was a woman.

When he again bent his head and lovingly kissed her she heard her own voice moaning in response to his tongue. She tried but she couldn't stop the mound of her cunt from responding to the grinding force of his hardened, pulsating cock.

All her muscles seemed to turn to putty as he easily pushed her back through the opened door of the car. Before she knew it she felt the coolness of the seat against the bare skin of her ass. He had pulled her jeans off in one smooth, fluid motion.

Next she felt his hands at the strings of her halter. Again she tried to stop him but her movements were arrested when she felt the long, rigid warmth of his bare cock move across her belly. He had somehow managed to slip his pants down. His hard cock against her own bare skin made her momentarily forget what his hands were doing.

"Oh shit, Alma Mae!" he exclaimed when her halter fell away and the twin bulges of her rising, pink tipped tits met his eyes. "Damn, you have growed up. Them's the biggest and the prettiest titties I ever seen in my whole life."

"You gotta stop, Rafer!" she hissed. But she knew it would be hard for her to make him stop. His hot hands on her tits, kneading the bulges and pinching the nipples, sent shock waves of heated desire directly to her cunt.

She could almost hear his heart hammering in time with hers as he rose and looked down at her naked body beneath him. She closed her eyes, knowing what he was seeing and knowing that it would inflame him even more. She knew how she looked with the huge dark-ringed nipples on her tits, the flat heaving stomach with its dark, curling vee of black pubic hair. The curvaceous, wide hips and thighs now held close together.

She squeezed her knees harder together and locked her ankles as she felt him lower his hard cock and push against the top of her cunt. His cock slid between her legs. She could feel the ridge of the crown nestling between her asscheeks and the hard barrel nudging the soft lips around her clitoris.

It felt so good that she couldn't help but moan aloud and squeeze her thighs together around his cockshaft. He started an up-and-down motion that was bound to drive her crazy. She wanted his cock but still she kept her legs locked tightly together.

"C'mon, Alma Mae," he said, his voice barely audible as he panted out the words. "I want you… I want to get it inside you in the worst way."

"We can't," she said as he continued to fuck the soft flesh between her thighs. She bent her knees just a little and braced her feet. She practically lifted him in the air with her womanly thighs as she helped him fuck the warmth of her cuntal slit and the crack of her ass without actually getting his cock inside her.

"Oh God!" he shouted. "That feels Goddam good, Alma!"

"Let me suck you, Rafer."

"Not now, Alma. I want to get inside your pussy."

"Let me suck your cock off. Please," she said.

"I'll swallow you an' all, just like we used to do."

"No!" he said, driving his cock into the dampness between her legs, each time trying to arch the shaft so it would go up, into her cunt, on the downstroke.

He was driving her crazy. The pressure of his cock on her clitoris was soaking the seat beneath them, and the crack between her asscheeks where the juices ran down in streams.

Suddenly she was coming. She could feel the pressure building like the water behind a dam on the inside of her hot cunt. She wanted his cock inside her and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Fuck me, Rafer! Stick your cock up me and fuck the hell out of me!"