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Fun on the Farm with Susan
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A true story.
by ISH
I can't really recall how old I was. I know it was before I was old
enough to drive, but I don't really remember the exact age. I grew up on
a farm in Georgia and was the oldest of three. I had one sister who was
2 years younger than I was and also a brother who was six years younger.
The brother was something between a pest and a pal. At times he was
alright to have around, and at other times he was the second most
unwanted person. The most unwanted was my sister. My sister and I
fought like a cat and a dog constantly. But this story is not about her.
It is about me and the little girl who lived down the lane. Her name was
Susan.
Susan was an only child. She was about 3 years my junior, but even at 12
years old, (at least that is the best estimate of her age from my
memory,) she was quite developed. She had all the right curves in all
the right places. she had tits that were already the envy of girls my
own age and those tits held a promise that they intended to keep right on
growing. She had straight dirty blonde hair that fell down to the middle
of her back and she had blue eyes. Sounds typical doesn't it? But on
the other side of the coin, she was not stunningly beautiful. If
anything she was slightly homely. She had buck teeth and a little more
than the proper amount of baby fat. She was not really overweight, just
heavy set. She stood a considerable bit less than 5 feet, but I don't
recall the exact height either. She was a little tomboyish and was most
often seen running around in bare feet and bell bottom pants with barrets
holding her bangs our of her face.
The story begins one afternoon after school. It was in the late 1970s
and the fact that I was riding the bus is how I know I was about 15 years
old. I was a typical 1970s teenager. Overpreoccupied with the idea of
sex, but being a farm boy, with my nearest same age neighbor miles away,
my only release had been my faithful hand. Of course watching livestock
breed in the field always gave me an erection, and it was always a good
excuse to whip out my dick and beat off. It was truely unfortunate that
there were no girls around to help me out. Oh to be certian there was my
sister, and she was good looking enough, but because of disdain for each
other, just thinking of her made me lose whatever hard-on I had. But I
digress....
It was one day in the late spring near the end of the school year when I
was sitting on the school bus headed for home. The bus ride was about an
hour long and because of the heat of Georgia at that time of the year,
everyone had the windows down and moved as little as possible. The bus
normally was crowded until we got outside the small town limits. But
after the first fifteen minutes, there was plenty of available seats. I
was daydreaming (probably about getting laid for the first time in my
life) when Susan plopped down in the seat next to me. She didn't ask
permission and I really didn't pay too much notice. She was like a prop
in life. One of those things that you see and know about but don't
really notice too closely.
"Hi," she said cheerfully,
"Hi," I answered politely.
"We missed you at church last Sunday."
"I was sick," I answered truthfully. I had had an upset stomach.
"Are you going to the pool party this week?"
"I suppose so," I answered. The 70s was a time when private swimming
pools were very uncommon. Most of my swimming was done at the pit-well
(a man made pond out of which irrigation systems pump large quantities of
water to spray on thirsty crops).
"I like swimming. Sometimes I go down to the pit-well late. Do you ever
go there?"
I was beginning to become interested. Her cheerfulness was catching and
I was always a very reflective person, adopting the mood of the people
around me. If she was in a good mood, it would most probably put me in a
good mood too.
"Which one," I asked. There were several pit-wells. Each cluster of
crop fields had one to feed the irrigation pumps for those fields.
"There is one near my house. It's about a half mile from the church down
the first dirt road. You know that one?"
"I know where it is," I told her. I did know, but because of the
distance, I never swam there. There were three others that were much
closer.
"Why don't you come down and visit me. We can talk about lots of things.
We can go swimming too."
Okay now this got my interest quite a bit. I wanted to talk to her more
because I could tell that she had something in mind, I just didn't know
what. "What do you want to talk about?" I asked.
"Oh, anything. I know lots of things."
"Like what?"
"Like what men and women do at night," she smiled slyly at me.
I was startled by the answer and before I could coax more out of her, the
bus pulled up to the front of her house. She got up and waved bye to me
and left me sitting alone in the bus seat with a boner that strained the
zipper of my jeans.
It took about five minutes for the bus to reach my own house and I was
only barely able to get off and keep my books covering my crotch. I
painfully made it back to the house and promptly went to the bathroom
where I jerked off and came after only a few strokes. Then I grabbed a
snack and went off to do my chores. There were three days until the
weekend, and I spend each night trying to yank my dick out by the root
just thinking of the possibilities of the hot little 12 year old tart.
Each day she would sit in a seat near me and we spoke only in passing,
but she kept looking at me and mouthing a friendly "hi" silently. Her
eyes seemed to sparkle and I found myself getting short breathed. I
thought the weekend would never arrive.
Of course it did arrive and as luck would have it, my dad sent me off to
plow a field on the other side of the farm, farthest away from where
Susan lived. I couldn't get out of the chore, so I spend the entire day
driving a tractor back and forth in the field.
It was getting along late in the afternoon, when I pulled to the end of
the row and spotted my little nymph sitting on the fence. She was
wearing a tank top and shorts. She was also wearing sneakers, and her
hair was pulled off to one side in a tail held in place by a bright ping
elastic band with red beads. She was wearing lipstick a little too much
and her cheeks were painted a little too red. She looked like a cheap
whore. And when I pulled the tractor to the end of the row, she hopped
off the post and came over to me. I idled down and opened the cab door.
She wordlessly climbed in and sat in the air conditioned cab of the
tractor with me. Of course there was only one seat, so she sat on the
chair's arm.
"I wanna ride with you a while," she told me.
"Okay" I replied. I was already intoxicated at the smell of her body and
the closeness. (as a learned adult, I know now that it was pheromones
mixed with the sweat of having walked over a mile to get to where I was)
I put the tractor back in gear and resumed plowing. "I'm sorry that I
wasn't able to meet you at the pit-well."
"That's okay," she announced with a laughing voice. "That's why I came
here. Is there a pit-well around here?"
I knew that there was, but it was an older one with a lot of growth
around it. It was clean though and I had never seen any gators in it,
but because it was so far from the living areas of the farm, no one ever
swam there so there was no diving board or swing rope.
"There is a pit-well behind that line of trees," I told her. "It's an
old one."
"That's fine. You want to swim with me?"
I had a standard understanding with my dad that on hot days I would be
able to stop for a short while to cool off, so it's not as if he was
going to get mad if I took a break.
"I didn't bring any shorts," I told her.
"Just wear your undies then," she answered. "That's what I'm going to
do."
The thought of seeing Susan in her panties and bra all wet was just too
much to resist. "Okay, I agreed. Let's do it."
She smiled and hugged me. There was no way she could miss the erection
that had manifested in my jeans.
When we reached the end of the row, I used the tractor's hydraulics to
raise the plow from the dirt and drove about 200 yards along the edge of
the back of the field to where the pit-well was. We parked the machine
in the shade and left the cab. There were a few briars barring the way,
but I was wearing long jeans and work boots so Susan rode piggy back
through the thorns. Then we were at the edge of the well. The water was
clean and had a light shade of green. It was not bad water, just very
deep. Pit-wells were usually 20 to 30 feet deep and about 50 feet
across.
Susan kicked off her sneakers and I sat down and began unlacing my boots.
"I hate this," I complained softly.
"No one is making you swim," Susan retorted with some disappointment in
her voice.
"No," I corrected her. "I mean I hate getting my drawers wet. They will
itch all day long after we get out of the water."
"Oh," she laughed knowingly. "I do too. What do you say that we don't
get our undies wet, then. I'm not afraid of skinny dipping are you?"
What was she kidding? I almost came in my jeans right there!
"I'm not scared," I answered. Actually I was. Getting caught with the
neighbors daughter naked would cause more trouble than I could possibly
imagine, but in my teenage hormone charged brain, the possible rewards
were worth the risk.
By the time I had both boots off and was pulling my shirt over my head,
Susan was already stripped to her birthday suit and was walking towards
the water. I had a heart stopping, cock pounding view of her bare ass
wiggle as she stepped to the edge of the well. The she took a great
stepping jump and went down into the water.
I heard the splash and then heard her ghasp for air a few seconds later.
"It's cold!" she hollered back to me. Well Duh! The pit-wells were not
swimming pools. You could see at least 5 feet down and as deep as it
was, and the fact that it was mostly in the shade, meant that the sun did
not heat the upper layers of water too much. By the time I shucked my
pants and drawers and made my way to the edge of the well, Susan had dog
paddled out to the center of the water. I could see all the way down to
her toes, and she was treading water like a pro.
I took a breath and then stepped off the bluff and made the 7 foot drop
to the water. It was cold, and my balls drew up into a tight knot almost
immediately. When I broke to the surface, I spotted Susan paddling over
to the floats, a set of large ten gallon plastic jugs that had once held
herbicide. Then they had been sealed and put in the well, tied to the
end of the irrigation pump intake pipe to indicate where it was. They
were good for holding onto in the well to rest from swimming or treading
water. By design, most pit-wells had verticle sides and there were no
places where it was shallow enough to stand. Just getting out involved
climbing on roots and rocks unless frequent swimmers had installed a
knotted rope to use to get out.
I followed Susan over to the floats. When I got there, I grabbed one of
the floats. Since I no longer had to swim, I was able to stop kicking
and let my legs relax. They drifted under the float and touched
something warm. It was Susan, She had abandoned the float she was
clinging to and had moved to the other side of the one I was holding
onto. Her legs and feet tangled with mine.
"It's cold isn't it?" she said with a smile. Her long hair now hung down
completely. I had not even noticed that she had taken the tail out of
her hair. Her lipstick was running just a little bit as had the ruge on
her cheeks. "It gives me goose bumps".
"It's going to make me shrivel up," I agreed.
"Really?" she asked. "I bet that would look funny. Can I see?"
"Now?" I asked. "We just got in."
"When we get out," she added. "And as cold as this water is, that might
be soon."
"That's for sure," I agreed. All the time, we were talkign our legs were
entertwining. I could see only from her shoulders up because of the
float between us. "If it gets too cold, we could always snuggle up to
keep warm," I laughed suggestively. Susan's smile broadened and the next
thing I knew, she had ducked under the water. There was a pause and
suddenly her head broke the water between me and the float I was holding
onto. She slid up from below between my arms and shook her head to get
the water out of her face. Since she was facing me, she could not reach
the float and so she put her arms around my neck to hold herself up. Her
naked body rubbed against me and I felt her wrap her legs around my
waist.
"Mmmmm," she murmured seductively. "That is much better. It's not as
cold and I like it."
I nodded mutely. I could tell her pussy lips were against the bottom of
my belly and my rock hard cock was laying along the crack of her ass. I
could not have prevented it if I had even wanted to, and I involuntarily
ground my hips forward just a little. I glanced down to look at her tits
and was pleased to see them pressed against my chest. The nipples were
hard as pencil erasers and stood out. Even at the age of 12, Susan
sported at the very least B cups and most likely C cups. I was not an
expert, but I knew that she had well developed breasts for her age.
"You like me don't you?" She asked in a little girl voice. In
retrospect, I know that I must have answered her in a way she liked but
from my memory, I don't recall much of what I said. "I like you too."
She teased and gave me a kiss on the lips. Her thighs tightened and her
scissor lock on my waist pulled us closer together if that was even
possible. She lifted her body a little bit to put some pressure behind
the kiss, and when she did, her ass lifted up and my cock sprang free
from the crack and stood straight up between her thighs.
When she released the kiss, she let herself back down and my cock slid
along the front side of her pussy, across her clit and up betweent he
outer lips so that it was pressed between both of our bellies. I could
tell from the rough feeling on my prick's underside that she had some
hair, though not much, on her mound. Her eyes became half closed and
with one hand she released her hold on my shoulder and moved it down
between us. She grabbed my cock and lifted herself again, this time
aiming it at the entrance to her vagina. Then she slowly let herself
back down, my cock slipped effortlessly into her. I was not a huge boy
by any definition, but I was no midget either. My cock was 6 inches long
and big enough around that my hand could not fit all the way around it
when I jerked off. But Susan took it all in one smoothe motion, so she
must have had cock or dildo or something up there before.
Susan wasted no time. She glued her mouth to mine and slipped her tongue
to me. The she began to ride me in an gentle up and down motion. The
fire of her pussy drove all thoughts of the cold water from my mind. Her
hot little body slid up and down along my chest, as she used her grip on
my shoulders to provide the motion. My job was to keep my cock hard
(easily done) and keep a grip on the floats so that we did not have to
start swimming. Susan's motions were long and slow at first, but soon
each up and down pattern was accompanied by a soft moan from the girl. I
could tell that she was really getting into it and it was all I could do
to maintian my grip on the floats. I wanted to grab her and pound back
for all I was worth. I needn't have worried. Susan's frenzy started to
build and the slow strokes became more freverent. She looked like she
was riding a pogo stick and every one of her down strokes drove me down
so that water splashed into my face. I was having to time my breathing
so that I did not inhale water in the throes of passion myself.
Susan's up motion took her tits across my face and her down motion
slammed her clit violently against the base of my cock. I could feel the
head of my dick ramming against her cervix and every time she felt the
same thing she wiggled a little bit rubbing the entrance of her uterus
against my cock, teasing it.
"Ohhhhh," she whimpered at last and I felt her spasms begin to take hold
of her body. If I had lost my grip on the floats, she would have drowned
both of us rather than let go. In the back of my mind, I concluded that
it would be a great way to die, and without any control, I began to
thrust back against her. I felt the pressure rising within my balls and
I knew that I was soon to be joining her. Our sex was on fire and I
could feel the walls of her pussy throbbing in a milking motion. She was
cumming and her finger nails dug into my shoulders, her mouth opened and
she sucked my tongue like it was a lollipop or small dick. She thrust
her bottom against me as hard as she could and the spasm triggered my own
release. I felt my balls explode and blasted all the cum in my body up
into her hot little cunt. The feeling of my spunk splashing against her
cervix triggered another relase from her and she moaned a long passionate
release. "Ohhhh God! Yes, Fill me up!"
My own spasms began to slacken and I could feel the super slippery
insides of her pussy slowing down. My cock was beginning to shrink and
my arms trembled from the strain of holding up both our weight in the
water under such a furious onslought. My eyes were closed and it was all
I could do to keep from dropping into the water in sweet release. Then
my mind was brought back to conciousness by a shy but soft kiss.
I opened my eyes and looked deeply into her clear blue eyes. "Thanks,"
she said to me with a smile. "I've been wanting that from you for a long
time."
We disenguaged and swam back to the shore. There was an old rope hanging
down from the bluff but it was too weak to use to climb out with so we
had to climb up the exposed roots of Live Oaks and Slash Pines. There
was a grassy spot in the ground betweent he briars and the bluff, and we
sat there letting ourselves dry off in the sun and breeze. We talked a
little and held each other as well. Susan admitted to me that she was no
virgin in the traditional sense since she had been shoving her hairbrush
up her pussy for several months. She also told me that it was the first
time she had gone "all the way" and the first time she had had an orgasm.
I did not know that girls of 12 could have orgasms, but apparently some
of the early bloomers can. I know that I was able to have them even
before I was old enough for semen to actually come out of my dick.
Susan admitted that she had had a crush on me for over a year. She
wanted to know if I felt the same way. I told her that I really did like
her and that she was the first girl I had ever gone all the way with too.
Hell, she was the first girl I had gotten past copping a feel with.
Susan told me that she and her cousin had played doctor and felt each
other up and enguaged in some mutual masterbation, but she had never let
him stick his peter inside her.
We must have sat there for half an hour before we were dry enough to get
dressed again. We made our way back to the tractor and I resumed
plowing. Susan rode with me the rest of the day holding my hand all the
time. When the sun fell low, I finished the field I had been working on
and drove the tractor back to the shed. I made a small detour and
dropped Susan off near her house. We agreed to try to get together more
often, and even to be boyfriend and girlfriend.
When I got home, dinner was ready. I washed up and we all ate. There
was the usual dinner table conversations, and no one seemed the wiser.
But after dinner, while I was reading a homework assignment, Dad came
into the room with a small paper bag. He told me that when school was
out next month for the summer, we were going to be planing soybeans in
the field I had just plowed. He wanted me to use the tractor to haul the
portable irrigation pump over to the pit-well and that next Saturday we
would carry the pipes over and assemble the irrigation line for that
field.
"One thing more," he tossed the small paper bag to me. "You're turning
into a young man and you are going to be getting certian urges to wet
your winkie." He put a hand on my shoulder. "Always know that you can
talk to me if you need to, but be careful around girls. I don't want you
to wind up having to get married because of a mistake."
For a moment I wondered just how much dad knew about my afternoon
adventures. After he left my room I opened the paper sack to discover a
box of condoms. Apparently he did know. He had probably driven by and
seen the tractor parked in the shade and investigated to catch us in the
middle of fucking our young brains out. Hell, a brass band could have
marched by and neither of us would have noticed. I hated to disappoint
him, but after what I had just experienced, I did not know if condoms
would do much good. There was every possibility that Susan was already
pregnant by me.
As it turned out, she was not. We continued our fun and games every
other day for about a week and a half. We used the condoms, but they
seriously detracted from the quaility of the sex. I didn't like them and
Susan didn't like being deprived of the earth shaking orgasms she would
get when she felt hot cum spewing inside her pussy. We did take up
mutual masterbation, though and we would fuck with condoms for a while,
but the restrictive rubbers prevented me from cumming. So it went on for
the rest of the month. Then right as school let out for the year, Susan
had to go to her grandmother's funeral and while she was there, she
started her period. Then when she got back, we fucked like rabbits in
heat for another week or so before the planting season got into full
swing for the summer crop.
One day about a month later, Susan stopped me in church to tell me that
her parents were moving in with her grandfather to help take care of his
farm. It was in Alabama and they would be gone a long time. We said our
goodbyes in a very special way one evening. We met under an old oak tree
at the edge of one of the fields just as the sun went down. That night
we explored the joys of oral sex and spent most of the night fucking as
hard as we could. It was well after midnight when Susan woke me from a
short after-sex nap with a kiss. "I have to get home," she told me.
"Mom and dad know that I am out saying goodbye to friends, but I promised
to come back in before 1 am."
I looked at my digital watch and pressed the button that made the red
numbers glow. "It's almost that time now," I told her sadly.
"I know. I don't want to go. I don't want to leave you."
"I want you to stay too," I told her.
"Would you give me something to remember you by?"
"I wish I could," I told her, ashamed that I had not thought to get her
something, but I don't have anything to give you.
"How about a baby?" she asked. In the moonlight, I could see that she
was not smiling.
"We've been lucky enough as it is," I told her "to not have gotten
pregnant. You actually want one?"
"Yes," she answered. "I want a piece of you that I can keep forever. I
want you to give me part of yourself and let us have something that we
can share together that will remind us of this time."
I wasn't at all sure of that. I absolutely did not want to be a father
at 16 years old, but Susan had a way of getting whatever she wanted from
me, and if she wanted to be a mother at the age of 14, she knew exactly
how to get me to screw her again.
"Since we used up the last of the condoms three hours ago," I told her,
"it's very risky."
"Please help me make a baby." She ran her hand along my crotch and up
the leg of the shorts I was wearing, making me hard again. "Give me
something to remember you by."
Susan had had a birthday the week before. I had given her a card at her
church party, but afterwards, I had given her a kiss and promised to
grant 1 wish if it was in my power to do it. So now she was calling me
on it.
She kissed me again and I returned the kiss strongly. I was still 15,
and she was now 13. We knew each other's bodies, desires, and passions
well. I ran my tongue down her cheek and neck to her chest. Her tee
shirt was loose and her bra was still off from earlier. The empty box
and discarded condoms were lost in the darkness and forgotten.
Susan lifted her shirt and I attacked her tits. The nipples were
delicious and her back was arched as she took a sharp breath in a ghasp.
it took me no time at all to help her wiggle out of her shorts and
panties, and she eagerly pulled up on my shirt as well. Then we lay in
each other's arms, completely naked. I cupped her pussy in my hand
letting my fingers slide up the greasy slit between her lips. I felt her
clit and used the pressure of my palm to stimulate it. She raised her
hips to grind back at my palm.
Susan's hand was slowly stroking my meat. She used her other hand to
lift my face to hers and she slipped her tongue between my lips to play
tag with my own tongue. It did not take long. She was already hot,
whether it was from the earlier activities or the idea that this time she
was going to be getting fucked bareback, intentionally trying to get
pregnant. Susan was getting wilder by the second and before long, my
hand on her pussy was not enough. She rolled over on her back, spread
her thighs and pulled me on top of her.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Knock me up."
I took my rock hard cock in hand and rubbed the head up and down the slit
of her pussy. Her juices were flowing in full force and the motion made
sloppy sounds. Each time the head passed her clit, she moaned a little
and raised her hips anticipating my entry.
"Stop teasing me and take me, dammit" she growled. She raised her legs
behind me and locked them around my waist in a scissor hold. The she
jerked me forward. The head of my cock slid past her pussly lips and
into her hot, well fucked tunnel with practiced ease.
Oh fuck, I had forgotten how good raw pussy felt. Those damn condoms
were a torture device. I curesed to myself. If I was going to go ahead
and impregnate Susan anyway, why did I use them to begin with? I just
lay there, soaking up the feeling. but Susan was not having none of
that. She started gringing away at my cock, pulling and pushing at my
hips.
At last I felt something that had been missing all those times since the
pit-well. I felt her grinding her cervix across the tip of my cock.
"Uhn", I said as I reflexivly thrust upward.
"Yeah," she answered in kind. "Give it to me."
We were like a well oiled machine. My thrusts were met by her grinding
crotch. We were in time with each other, a union that came from lots of
practice and we both knew it. Her knees were locked around the back of
my thighs and her arms were around my neck.
"Oh please," she whispered in my ear. "Fuck me. Fuck me like you mean
it. Blow your load inside me and fill me up."
With those words, I felt my balls begin to tighten. I knew it would not
be long. I still wasn't sure of this, but I didn't think I could hold
back even if she had asked me to stop.
"For pity's sake, Susan, are you sure about this?" I moaned.
"Yes," she grunted as she thrust her hips at me. "I want you to cum
inside of me and knock me up. This is my wish, and you promised."
Hearing her ask me to cum inside of her was like pulling a trigger. I
could feel the orgasm bulding and my pace quickened. Susan knew me well
enough to know what was about to happen.
"cum for me! Cum with me! Cum inside of me!" She finally ghasped and I
felt her cunt start squeezing me, just as it had so many times before,
but this time there was no rubber between us and the intensity of the
feeling was explosive. I could not hold back my orgasm. I blew my load
like an uncapped volcano. I came for what seemed like hours. Thrust
after thrust after thrust and pumped out more semen than I thougth would
be possible. I filled Susan all the way up and I felt her respond in
kind. The feeling of my hot cum hitting her cervix made her spasm and
cum also and she jammed her cunt gainst me so hard, I was sure that my
cock head had penetrated into her uterus, spewing part of its precious
cargo directly to the target.
Our motions slowed down and I could feel the cum leaking out around the
sides of my cock. I was beginning to soften and made a move to pull out,
but Susan locked her ankles again and asked me to stay. "I don't want
any of it to get away," she said with a sigh.
So we lay there for a while longer. Then over the dell came a voice
calling in the night "Susan!"
"That's mom calling me," she whimpered. "It must be time."
I nodded, thoguh in the night, I did not know if Susan could see it.
Then I let my wilted dick slip out. There was a wet slipping sound, and
we both sat up and got dressed. Then we embraced one last time and
kissed. "I'll write to you," she promised and as she pulled away, our
hands clinged as long as we could reach each other, then she released her
grip and was gone into the darkness, guided home only by the moonlight.
I watched the shadow recede until I could see it no longer.
I made my own way home. I was not suppose to be out that late at night,
so I had used my bedroom window to leave and also to get back inside the
house. No one was the wiser.
I got a letter from Susan about three months later. She was pregnant,
but the due date was more than 9 months after she had left me. Susan was
just about to turn 14 when she had her baby. She had obviously found
someone else after leaving me. I often wondered if there had been anyone
before me. I wanted to think that I was her first, because she had been
mine.
That was the end of my sexual awakening for a while. It was a long time
before I got laid again. But that was with the preacher's daughter, and
that's another story.
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