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

CHAPTER EIGHT

"It's true… it's all true. Men are all alike. And why not be just like them," Alma mumbled to herself as she ran, tears streaming from her eyes.

The low-hanging branches and prickly bushes tore at her blouse and skirt as she ran down the hill as fast as her legs and gravity could carry her. She was almost at the bridge when she stumbled and fell into a thorny hedge. She pulled herself to her feet but she couldn't move. Her skirt was caught. She tugged with her hands but it wouldn't come loose. Then she wrenched her whole body and the skirt shredded like paper from her body. She looked down to find herself clad only in bikini panties from the waist down. And they were torn from the thorns.

But she was free, and without a skirt she could move even faster away from the cabin and Rafer. She ran on, vaguely hearing the sound of her running feet change as she hit, and crossed, the bridge.

On the other side she thought for only a second of turning left, back to the picnic grounds. Quickly she rejected the idea and, instead, turned right and plunged into more bushes along the riverbank.

As she ran she could feel them tearing away at what was left of her blouse and panties. The thought flashed through her mind that soon she would be totally naked, her tits and ass saucily bouncing for all to see.

She didn't care.

She kept running, harder and harder, until, at last, she tripped over a partially concealed log in the path and fell headlong through a maze of undergrowth. She tumbled down the bank and came to a stop in a grassy clearing just short of the water.

She lay quietly on her back, feeling the cool grass tickle and caress her naked legs. Like a wounded animal she whimpered, but no other sound came from her mouth.

It seemed like seconds but it was probably hours that she lay there, barely moving, her eyes closed, her nearly nude body soaking up the warm sunlight that clit through the heavy foliage above her.

She had forced her mind into a total blank. That was probably why she didn't notice that half of her body had been raised and cradled in a soft lap. She had heard the soft, reassuring voice but had paid no attention to it, thinking that it was just her imagination.

She opened her eyes and saw the collar first. Then his serene, smiling face came into focus. His lips were moving. She could hear the sounds. She forced her mind to work and they became words.

"Are you all right, Alma Mae? You took a nasty fall."

"I don't know. I think so," she said, feeling very warm and secure somehow, being cradled in his arms, with the trees around them shielding out the rest of the world. "I was running away."

"I thought it was something like that. Do you want to tell me about it?"

She looked into the deep blue of his eyes and saw compassion rather than passion. He was listening and suddenly she was talking. She told him everything; she blurted out her affair with her on brother, with Rosebud and Gussie, and, in detail, all her times with Rafer.

He listened quietly, from time to time nodding, right through her explanation of her seeming love for Rafer and how important it was that he love her back. If he did, then she might not go to Memphis with Gussie and Rosebud. She almost told him about her father but couldn't quite make the words come out.

Then he was talking. He told her that sex, like love, was natural, that it was a drive that needed to be fulfilled in everyone. Sometimes people who were incapable of love used sex as a substitute. It was to Alma's advantage, he said, that she wanted to give both, because everyone needs both.

"No matter who it is, Alma," Gordon Halle said, "they need both. Sometimes the outside physical beauty draws a person to sex, but love is drawn out by one person's inner beauty to another. Often you find one without the other. It's real joy when you find both. And if a person is drawn to another person momentarily by physical beauty then it's a weakness that should most often be forgiven."

"Do you mean that?" Alma said, grasping his hand in both of hers and pulling it to her.

They both jumped when they realized that their hands had touched her naked tits where they mounded above what was left of her bra.

She followed his eyes down to her body. The trees and thorns had nearly stripped her naked. Only the band and one cup of her bra, and just the suggestion of flimsy material remained of her panties. Her nubile body was cradled in innocent, voluptuous glory in his arms. He started to pull his coat over her tits.

"Don't," she said, and held his hand to her naked tit. "It's all right."

His face flushed but he didn't move.

"Do you love your sister?" she asked.

"Yes."

"She's a whore… she works for my aunt up in Memphis."

"I know."

"But you still love her?"

"Yes."

"Do you love your wife?"

"Yes… yes I do. I love my wife very, very much," he replied without any hesitation.

Alma Mae's mind was racing ahead of her words. If what he said were true then he was no different from her father or Rafer. "Do… do you," she said, haltingly, "find me attractive?"

He stared into her eyes for a long time. Then, slowly, he let his eyes travel down the length of her beautiful body. "You're very beautiful, very appealing, Alma Mae. Probably the most beautiful girl or woman I've ever seen."

"Then kiss me… please."

The moment, the circumstances, and the need all served to hypnotize them both and bring their bodies together. He reached out, pulled her to him gently and kissed her. His kiss was sweet, with tenderness and warmth in it. It was soft, a gentle delight that made her want to give rather than take. He sensed this in her and lost any will to resist that he might have had. It was a kiss of the kind she had always dreamed of, a kiss that was tender, considerate, giving pleasure without demanding anything from her.

But it was also a kiss that made her want to give. A great ball of tenderness welled up within her, bursting and leaving her weak.

"Hold me close," she whispered. "Take me… love me!"

He hugged her tightly for several minutes before gently disengaging himself. Quickly and silently he removed his clothes. He lay back down beside her, gently smoothing his body against hers.

Alma wantonly pressed her beautiful, curvaceous softness into the hardness of his cock that thrust and strained against the sweat on her belly.

Suddenly he turned her in his arms and crushed her to him, struggling to get the whole supple length of her pressed into his fiercely burning flesh. His lips came down hard on hers, and his hot tongue met hers as it darted into the warm cave of her lusting mouth. He tongue-fucked her for a time, his hands clutching her soft, thinly covered asscheeks as he ground his cock against the band of material that separated it from the lips of her cunt.

The time, the person and the place triggered something exhilarating in Alma, something she hadn't experienced before. She wanted to give him her body. She wanted him to explore and reap what he found in her. Her arms went up and her hands found the back of his neck. She thrust herself into him, communicating her desire and her lust.

She felt his capable hands frantically kneading the smoothness of her ass and felt his fingers, like tiny tongues of flame, removing the remnants of her panties. Then his hand crept slowly to her tit, tight and hard in the bra cup. She wiggled against him with delight as his hand cupped her tit, rubbing the texture of the garment against her nipple, arousing it.

Alma Mae's mouth went dry as her passion made her skin ripple in anticipation. She used her own hands to reach behind her and unhook the bra. He lifted her from the ground and she shrugged the garment off. Her tits leapt to his mouth and he captured first one and then the other in his warm, searching lips.

She had been moving her own hands down his body as he sucked with short gasping breaths at her tits. Her finger traced a pattern down his body until she discovered that he had left his shorts on. She slipped her hand under the elastic band and searched out the long, hot thickness of his cock.

His cock thrust forward as she removed his shorts. It pressed, naked, against her belly, ready to fuck her when the moment was right, but still he didn't rush. He continued kissing her. He kissed her lips, then drew a line down her neck to her tits. His tongue traced a hot circle around her nipples, causing them to ache with desire. Then his lips closed softly over them and she thrilled to the tugging sensation as he mouthed them eagerly.

She took his hand and guided it to her cunt. She gasped with delight as she felt his finger enter her slit. Both her hands were busy working with eager fondness, caressing his hot cock as it responded to her manipulations with throbbing passion.

She urged with her hands until his body was poised above hers. He looked down at the young girl's lush body. It was a sight he would remember if he lived to be a hundred. His eyes devoured the fleshy fullness of her incredible tits, the reddened erect nipples reaching up to him like fiery rosettes. He gazed down at the gentle sweep of her tautly quivering belly, the wetly curling cunt hair above the full, fleshy thighs.

She opened her eyes and sighed up to him in a voice distorted with lust, "Do it! Do it to me! Give me your cock all the way!"

"Do you mean it?" he said, looking down at her.

"Yes… yes, I mean it. Do it!"

"Do what?"

"You know what," she said, begging him with her eyes.

"Yes, I do. But you must tell me. I want to do it to you… but you must tell me."

"Fuck it!" Alma said, her voice heavy and hoarse with passion. "Go ahead and fuck my cunt. Fill it with your cock!"

He eased her trembling legs apart with his knees and shoved his tongue deeply into the hot wetness of her mouth. His hand went down to his cock and guided it toward her cum drenched cunt. The contact was thrilling as his bulbous cockhead touched first her clitoris and then her asshole in its search.

Suddenly he became a man of passion. He went mad with desire for the body beneath him. He ground his lust-hardened cock in among the softly curling pubic hairs that lined the lips of her throbbing cunt.

She felt the violently throbbing hardness of his cock searching for the opening to her cuntal channel. Each jab of the huge, pulsating head of his prick against her sensitive cunt mouth resulted in new and ever greater waves of ecstasy. She wanted to help him, to secure the prize that he so ardently sought. But, just as she reached down to assist him, he found it.

The throbbing cockhead sank through the elastic opening and, without hesitation, rammed into the heated depths of her wildly gyrating cunt. It sent a shock wave of pure bliss through her body that seemed to seep from the nipples of her thrusting tits. She screeched in joy as she sent her hands around his asscheeks to increase the impalement of her willing cunt.

He reared his hips and thrust to the hilt, splitting her walls and spreading the lips of her cunt over his cock. The force of his impalement brought a long, sustained howl from her throat that he quickly muffled with his mouth.

He groaned into her mouth himself as he felt his prick taste the nectar at the far end of her clutching pussy. Her cunt was warm and tight like a slickly coated sealskin glove as it milked and urged his cock to fuck it.

He flexed his cock inside her, and Alma answered with a low, mewling groan of desire and satisfaction. She opened her lips and breathed the words into his mouth: "Fuck me… fuck me now."

Gordon Halle could feel the tightly gripping hole of Alma's moist cunt throbbing with an urgent need. The heated walls of her pussy massaged and squeezed his cock with an insistence that he had never experienced before.

He pulled his cock clear out until just the tip of the head was between her cuntlips. He let it hang there until she squeezed her thighs and brought her heels against his ass. She pulled hard until his prick slid like a saber back into her sheath. The moist, powerful muscles of her cunt once again skinned the cockhead clear as it plunged back into her steamy hole.

"Yes, yes… it's good, it's loving," she moaned as she guided him with her legs.

He began to fuck into her with slow, deep strokes. The fiery heat of his cock deep up inside her tightly clenching belly radiated from her cuntal walls to her thrusting tits and her freed mind. Her loins moved eagerly upward against him, opening all the way to receive him. Her hips ground around hungrily as she fucked him back with all the desire and need in her passion-racked, sweat-stained body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer. She felt his hands dig under her frantically pumping asscheeks and cup his balls up tight against her asshole. His chest mashed against the pillows of her heated tits. The wiry hair scraped her nipples and stimulated them even more.

"You're so deep," she moaned. "It's so good, so hard, so hard. Is… is it good for you?"

"It's beautiful. I can feel every part of your pussy with the head of my cock. It's beautiful. Thick me back, Alma, give your cunt to me."

The whole world was gone now. There was only his demanding prick buried deep in her soft, warmly welcoming cunt. She chanted a litany of desire into his ear as he established a rhythm, fucking into her in deep, powerful strokes. He bored his hard, pulsing cock into the quivering slit of her wide-open cunt. On each downstroke he felt her lift to meet him so that pelvic bone met pelvic bone, and wiry crotch hair entwined. It was a shattering union that shook them both to their heated cores.

Alma was loving it and giving her body totally in return. She wanted his hot throbbing prick in her so bad that she was crooning and begging him to fuck her harder. She squirmed her cunt up to sheath his cock like a bitch in heat.

She became lost in the sensations of pure, loving sex. Her cunt became a soaking, yearning receptacle for his plundering cock. Her hands feverishly kneaded the young minister's asscheeks pulling him deeper and deeper into her cunt as her nails frantically dug into his flesh.

Nothing, she thought, there was nothing in the world so beautiful as being fucked by the cock of a loving man. Gussie and Rosebud could never give her what she was now getting from this man. Who he was didn't matter. She had a man, a man with a huge, hard cock that sent wild waves of enduring pleasure racing through her whole body. His cock became the center of her being and she fucked it with relish and joy.

Gordon Halle's world was also of the moment. It centered on this girl-woman who had needed him and answered his need for her with parted thighs. He covered her face with feverish kisses as he continued to mercilessly pound his cock into her embracing cunt.

She writhed and moaned beneath him in total ecstasy, using her hips in ever-widening circles to drive him into throes of wild abandon. A scream of joy escaped her lips as he tightened the muscles of his asscheeks and drove his cock to the root up her cunt. He stayed there, grinding his bone and the ridge of his prick against her rock-hard little clit.

Her whole body was quivering, her clit vibrating like a tuning fork under his pressure. She thought it was the ultimate until he again cupped her ass and raised her up to gain even greater access to the fire that raged in her cunt.

His fingers separated the cheeks of her ass. He could feel the continued seepage of her cunt juices as they ran from around his cock and bathed her asshole. She was flooding the ground beneath her cunt and still she gushed.

His fingers found her asshole. It, too, was soaking with the juices from her cunt. She felt his touch and willed her asshole to open and clutch at his finger. It slid up her shit chute to the second knuckle. Her passionately trembling legs jerked wide apart to wave frantically as she automatically screwed her asscheeks down over the finger.

"Good… good," she said, "good from both ends."

His finger worked further and further up into her ass until it was sucked into her wildly flailing flesh all the way to the palm of his hand. It began to rotate, moving around and around in the warm depths of her shit chute. She could feel the finger caress the cock through the thin membrane that separated her asshole from her cunt.

He became insane in the pure, unadulterated joy of her wanton, yet loving, body. He ground the length of his cock down into her with all the strength of his hips, his ass, and his thighs. He could feel the pulsating lips of her hotly working cunt clasping and unclasping the head and staff of his cock. He fucked into her with everything he had, straining to ram even his balls between her clutching cuntlips.

New screams of blissful pleasure gurgled from Alma's throat as he maintained the same savage rhythm with his cock in her cunt and his finger in her sucking asshole.

"That's the way… that's it lover!" she screamed. "Oh God, fuck, fuck me with everything you have!"

She grunted and screamed with alternate intensity as she felt him boring into her, fucking her with cock and finger. She felt the blood-gorged heed of his cock slide back and forth along the walls of her clit while his finger reamed her shit chute with the same wonderful, sensual stimulus.

She was lost in the depths of beautiful, sexual sensations as the ravishment of her body continued unabated. Alma Mae could hear the sound of naked flesh, her naked flesh, smacking on naked flesh, as their wetly glistening bodies slammed together.

She was coming. She wanted him to know, wanted to tell him. She did it with her body by jerking her widespread knees back over her shoulders and exposing her cunt even more to his driving strokes.

Wildly he drove himself, plunging his expanding cock deeper and harder into her churning cuntal walls that clasped and milked him.

"Deeper, harder!" she gasped. "I'm there… oh, my God, I'm there! Fuck it into me… Fuck it into me!"

He jerked his finger from her wildly clenching asshole and clutched her to him, her flowing, gushing cunt taking all of his prick as he matched her come with his own.

He grabbed the smooth cheeks of her ass with all his strength and pistoned in and out of her with grinding, surging strokes that literally pulled the cum from his balls into his cockshaft.

Sweat poured in streams from both their bodies as they thrashingly tangled their bodies, their arms, their legs in the mind-shattering explosion of release. His violently exploding cock boiled creamy jism the full length of his shaft and jetted the liquid into the hotly convulsing depths of Alma's cunt. There seemed to be no end for both of them as they continued pumping, his cock shooting cum and her pussy sucking wildly at the gift.

The amount of his cum and his obvious joy triggered a second orgasm far inside Alma. Her body convulsed and expanded. Her flesh seemed to melt into his arms as she wound down through it by delicately kissing his lips and neck.

She settled beneath him, loving the feeling as her cuntal muscles sucked the last man cream from his pulsing cock. He slowly shifted his weight to the side and tenderly, without words kissed her back.

"That was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me," Alma said.

"You know I don't dare say it," he replied, "but I can feel it."

She nodded and squeezed her thighs around his slipping cock for emphasis. In response he cradled her head against his shoulder and bent his nose and mouth into the sweetness of her hair.

They lay like that, legs, arms and hands entwined for hours. Her mind was totally at ease, as was her body.

"We should go," he sighed.

"Yes," she said.

They walked to his car. He carefully folded a blanket around her naked body, kissing every mound and crevice as he covered it.

They drove directly to her front door, not even bothering with side roads. She leaned across the seat and kissed him tenderly, then she opened the car door and stepped out. Closing it, she again turned and tenderly kissed his upturned face.

"Will we see each other again?" he asked.

"You mean like this?"

"I don't think it would ever be the same again," she said.

"No, it wouldn't," he said, smiling a little wistfully at her maturity in youth. "Good-bye, Alma Mae."

"Good-bye, Gordon."

She watched him until the car was out of sight then turned and walked into the house and up the stairs. Her father's car had been parked at the side of the house. She intended getting dressed and then sitting him down for a much-needed talk.

But as she passed the door to his room he called out to her. She paused with the blanket held tightly around her, debating, and then gently pushed the door open and walked into the room.