    Title: Martha
    Author:Eskimo1958
    Summary: An older man helps a young college lady out of a bad situation. He's white and not
    high in society, while she's racially mixed and rich. Amazingly, a romance begins.
    Keywords: olderWM/youngerBF, rom

He was most definitely out of place. I watched him enter the dark room of the club, and take a seat over by the wall. It was obvious that he was up to something, as my eyes readjusted to the dark I do believe that the video camera I saw the young black male lay on the table gave it away. I was one of ten guys inside on that beautiful sunny afternoon. I looked at Walt behind the bar, and we looked at each other. He got a nasty look on his face, and started to come around from the bar, when the door opened once again. With the brightness from outside, her silhouette was clearly visible. The door shut, and there she was. She was wearing next to nothing, a body to die for, and she walked towards Joe and I.

I held my breath, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the black kid move the camera, and it seemed he was now filming the girl. She stopped a few feet from our table, and asked softly, "Could you please fuck me?"

Both Joe and I were in a bit of shock. It's not every day that a cute dark haired young lady comes into the clubhouse of our biker group and ask any one to fuck her. I asked "Excuse me?", not believing my ears. She was wearing a halter top, and she reached her hands up behind her head, and she untied the knot quickly, pulling her hands forward and allowing her small light brown breasts hang free. "Fuck me." she said again. I noticed the nervousness in her voice, with her adding "I want to be used by you men and your white cocks."

Joe and I looked at each other, both knowing that this just wasn't right. I motioned towards the kid with the camera, and we both stood, reaching out with our hands towards her. No, I won’t about to take advantage of the situation. And nor were the others in the bar. I smiled, saying "Let's go into the back room then, shall we?"

I heard the black kid stutter out "Shit!" as we escorted her towards the back of the bar. Our backs were turned, and I raised my hand up to Walt, sticking my thumb out and pointing over my shoulder to the kid, not saying a word. I heard movement behind me, and Joe and I entered the back room where there were stacks of beer cases, and a lone desk. We gently pushed her back to the desk, and I felt her body tremble. She lifted her face up and tried to smile, but was having difficulty doing so. I glanced to see the kid at the room entrance, and Walt right behind him. The kid stood maybe six feet tall. Walt had five inches and at least a hundred and fifty pounds on the boy. I smiled, and said to Walt, "Grab him."

The look of surprise on the kids face, as Walt bear hugged him, and three or four others came up from their chairs in the bar and jumped in. She screamed, and I put my hand over her mouth tightly, wrapping my arm about her and shouted out "Shut up, girl. We ain't going to do anything with you." She looked at my face with a look of surprise. I shouted out into the bar, "Get her top, will you Dave?"

I heard "Sure man." being replied.

The kid was struggling, and I looked at Walt, saying "Take him out there and wait." As they dragged the kid out to a booth, as he was kicking and swinging the whole way, Dave showed up with her top. He handed it to her, and I said "Put it back on."

She did, her hands trembling. I looked at Dave, and said "Get her a drink, her nerves are shot."

Joe asked "What's your name, child?"

She sniffled back a tear, "Martha, sir. Martha Jones."

"How old are you?" I asked.

Her breasts were now covered, as she tried to tie the knot behind her neck. "Nineteen." she replied.

Joe saw she was having difficulties, as he turned her around, saying "Here, let me do it." He took the straps and was tying her halter top up, as he exclaimed "Holy shit! Nineteen?! You're younger than my oldest daughter."

I asked "Why you two doing this? Coming into a club like this?"

She broke out in tears "Because he say's he loves me." as she stepped to me and hugged me, her tears rolling off her face. I sighed, looked at Joe, and he frowned.

I heard him grumble something, not sure what, and he turned and went out into the bar. A second later, I heard the kid protest loudly, "Hey what you doing..." followed by the sound of a sickening thud, and a painful groan coming from the boy. Martha's body jerked at the sound, as we heard Joe lay into him a few times more before the other guys jumped in to stop him from killing him.

"You a student at State?" She nodded her head yes. "You live with him?"

"Beginning of the semester. We live in an apartment off of North Seventh.". Her sobs were slowing down.

"This wasn't the first time, was it?" I asked. Her sigh showed that it had been not. I frowned, wanting to go out and give the kid a shot or two myself. Joe was yelling at the kid, using a lot of racial epitaphs to try to get the little bastard to get up and fight. I asked another question, "So you want to go back with him?"

"But where would I stay?" She asked.

Good enough for me. I pushed her away, and had her sit on the desk. I grabbed some paper and a pencil that was laying nearby, and handed it to her, saying "Write down your address, I'll send the guys to get your things." Dave showed up with a shot glass of liquor, and he handed it to her.

She took it from him, and brought it to her lips, taking a sip and making a face. Dave and I chuckled, and she smiled, before tilting her head back quickly and downing the shot. I said "Whoa girl, not so fast." Dave was laughing, and I handed him a piece of paper, saying "Here's her address, take some of the guys and get her things. I told her, "Give him your keys."

He asked "How will I know what's hers?" as he took the keys from her hand.

I laughed, "Just take everything save the furniture, we'll sort through it later."

"Where you want us to take it all?" was his final question.

Joe was in the doorway behind him, and I looked at him. He frowned, signaling that his place was out. I sighed, "My place." I saw the camera on the floor, and quickly saw it was digital. I looked at her, and asked "He has a computer then." She nodded her head yes, and I said to Dave, "Get his computer, and everything electronic, CD's, diskettes."

"What's a CD?" he asked.

I snorted, and I heard one of the others say "I'll go along as well."

"Thanks Chuck." I hollered back. Dave and Chuck went for the front door, as did three others.

Joe was still there, and he asked "What should we do with the retard?"

I heard Walt exclaim, "We'll have to keep him here until the guys clean his apartment out."

The kid was sputtering from where he laid on the floor, exclaiming loudly "You bastards, I'll get you for this."

I left the back room and went to where he laid. I reached down with my hand and grabbed his shirt collar. My other hand quickly found his wallet as he struggled against my strong arms. Someone placed a foot down on his leg, applying a lot of pressure, and he screamed out loudly. As he gritted his teeth, I explained "We know where you live, we have your wallet. Soon we'll have your name. It would be best if you just leave the city once we let you go. Better yet, you might want to leave the fucking country."

I slammed his head into the floor and I got back up, returning to the back room. I told her "Come on, let's get you to my place."

We walked out into the bar, and she glanced at the kid. At first, she hesitated, before she followed me out into the bright sunlight. I pulled out my sunglasses, and with my hand on her arm, I guided her to the side of the building to my bike. I had her get on, and I did the same after unlocking it. Then I climbed on, and she gently eased her arms about me. I snorted, as I reached down and grabbed her hands and pulled on them, getting her to hang on tighter. She took the hint, and soon I was out the parking lot and heading towards the city limits. It's only ten minutes to my trailer out in the country. About the only thing I have, actually, besides my bike and an ancient Chevy. I parked that in the shed, and said "Get off." She did as she was told, standing there, her arms crossed and looking rather scared. I laughed, saying "Don't worry, Martha. I'm not about to use you like he did." I got off, not bothering to lock the bike up. We walked to the trailer, and I kept my keys out as I unlocked the front door. I opened it up and went on inside, with her following me.

I turned to see her brown face, and I said "Well, it ain't much, but it's been home for a spell." I pointed to the hall, saying "There's two bedrooms, luckily I have an extra bed in the spare bedroom. You can stay there for the time being."

She looked at me, asking "For the time being?"

I shrugged, "Until you decide you want to move." I looked at the kitchen, and asked "You hungry?" She nodded yes. "Well, I missed lunch, why don't we fry up some burgers?"

She smiled, saying "Okay." as she walked on past me to the kitchen. Well I'll be! I was planning on cooking it for us. She went to the fridge and opened it up, and pulled out a tube of ground chuck. Then she went to the stove and looked in the cupboards, checking everything out before she found the skillet. I watched, as I went and took a seat on the couch. Interesting girl. Obviously racially mixed, and I admired her smooth lightly colored skin. Narrow face, and a pleasant smile on it now. But what I really noticed, was that she seemed to be well off. She wasn't dirty, hair done nicely. Even her clothes, of what little she was wearing, looked to be on the expensive side of life. Not that I would know, as I'm just a regular lower middle-class type, working to survive from day to day.

She cooked our lunch up, and eventually she said it was ready. We ate in silence, and then we took a seat on the couch. I turned to face her, and asked "You want to talk about it?"

She sighed, and turned to look out the window behind the couch, "I thought he loved me." Silence for a while, "I started dating Leroy last fall. He was good to me, taking me to nice places and such. And our first night together, well," she smiled, "It was magic for me. He eventually talked me into moving in with him for this semester, something my parents were a bit angry with me over." Her smiled disappeared, as she said "Daddy told me privately that he didn't like him. I should have listened."

I said calmly, as I reached over and patted her hand, trying to comfort her, saying "Hind sight is 20/20, Martha."

She snorted, "Yeah, I guess it is at that." She sighed, and looked down at my hand, "Not long after the semester began, he talked me into a threesome with a friend of his." A big sour frown came to her face. "I agreed, and they spent a whole night using me. It was okay, at first, but as the night wore on, they became more and more abusive. I told him that this would be the only one. I didn't know that he filmed it, until he showed me, telling me that we could earn a lot of money if we sell that video as well as more he was wanting to make. I didn't want too. I mean, making porn?"

She curled her upped lip and scrunched up her nose. I smiled, "So he talked you into it, anyway, huh?"

She sighed, "He kept on telling me that he loved me!" she said with exasperation in her voice. I saw the tear start, and I reached over and pulled a Kleenex out of a box and handed it to her. She wiped it away, and took a deep breath. "He had me in a few more threesomes. Then, a gang bang. The first one was only four guys. The second was ten." She turned to look back out the window, "All my girlfriends, by then, they knew all what I was doing. They wouldn't talk to me anymore." I patted her knee, and she sighed, reaching down and squeezing my hand tightly. "He came up with the idea of today for me being taken by a bunch of bikers. I guess he was thinking that you guys would handle me roughly while he filmed it all."

"He obviously didn't think this one out very well." I said with a laugh. She lifted her face up and smiled, "You see, we are just a bunch of old guys that like to ride our bikes. And all but a few like myself are happily married. None of the married guys have any interest in ruining their relationship with their wives."

She smiled, "I'm thankful for that, um." She gave me a puzzled look.

At first I was confused, then I burst out laughing, saying "Holy shit, I never told you my name, have I?" She giggled, and shook her head no, as I offered up my hand, saying "Christopher Hines, everyone calls me Chris."

She took my hand and shook it, saying "I'm very grateful of you Chris." She looked around, seeing the pictures on the shelves, and asked "You've children?"

I cleared my throat, "Had. I had a boy and a girl. They and their mother were killed years ago in a traffic accident." I stated.

She squeezed my hand, seeing "Oh, I'm sorry."

It was an awkward moment, and I asked "So, you're a student at Indiana State."

A deep sigh, "I was. I hadn't been to class in three weeks."

"So you’re quitting then?" She shrugged her shoulders, not sure of what she wanted to say. "I tell you what, stay here, and get a job, and next fall you can return to school."

She looked at me, and said "Can I do that?"

I laughed, "Sure, you cook a mean hamburger."

She giggled, as we heard vehicles pull into the yard. Her eyes flew open wide when she exclaimed "They got my car!"

She was up on her feet flying out the door as I took a look. Damn! I may be right with my assumption, as I saw Joe behind the wheel of a newer Porsche. He got out from one side, and I saw his wife Emily get out from another. The look on Emily's face as Martha hugged the big man. Not one of anger, more of amusement. I was soon by them, as I saw the five vehicles. All were getting out, and I asked Joe, "How'd you get it?"

He reached inside and grabbed a box, saying "Well, I got to thinking. She had to have a car, so I persuaded the young fella to give me information on what she drove. I took the keys from him and I had Emily pick me up and drive me to Martha's apartment where I found it parked in the drive."

Emily came around and took Martha by the arm, saying "Why don't we go sit and let the guys get your things moved in?"

I watched with slight amusement as Emily and Martha walked up the stairs and on inside the trailer. Joe was still standing there, and as the others started moving boxes inside, I asked "So, what did you guys do to him after wards."

He snorted, "He's resting comfortably in the back of his own car. We filled him up with some cheap whiskey, first. Walt said he'll call the cops in an hour or so to complain about some drunk kid in our parking lot."

I laughed and we started carrying her belongings into the trailer. The room she was to sleep in was overflowing in no time, and Chuck helped by setting up the kids computer in the living room. I had no idea how it worked, but Martha sure the hell did. Once she had it on, she started deleting files. I knew what they were, as I let her go. Then she started looking at cd's, and she was picking out which ones to destroy, which she did with a happy smile on her face. I didn’t explain what she was doing to the others, and most were gone by the time she started doing that anyway. She hugged Joe and Emily both when they left. And then we settled in for an interesting relationship. No, I didn't nail her that night. But I did do some searching. Within a week, she had a job in Brazil as a clerk in Wal-Mart, as she didn't want to work in Terre Haute. She was still too embarrassed over what had happened to her to work there, afraid that one of her former friends would see her. As for school, she did drop out for the remainder of the semester, but had yet talked to her parents.

She didn't need to, as they already knew. I didn't have to wait long to find out. Actually, I knew something was up right away. Right from the start I felt liked I was being watched, even though we were out a ways from the city. I've always been rather observant. The dark blue Ford Taurus parked along the road at a considerable distance away. A clear shot for someone with a camera and expensive zoom lenses from three-quarter miles away across a wheat field. And the same car being seen as I would get out of work at the factory. Then later when I left the club after seeing the guys. And when I went to check on Martha at Wal-Mart, I found the same vehicle. Yes, we were being watched. And she had not a clue. So, I did some checking. A woman's purse, always an interesting thing to look through. Bank cards, checkbooks, address book, home address and a cell phone, which had a contact listed as 'mom'. Ten days after she moved in, I made a phone call while she was at work. In the morning, I smiled, as I heard a car come up to the door. She looked out at it, asking "What's Emily and Chastity doing here?"

I responded calmly "Oh, I'm off to see a friend. They're staying here to look after you." I stood and went to the door, "And in case I'm not back tonight, they can stay here as well in my bed."

She smiled, satisfied with that, saying "Okay, maybe her and I can go to Brazil and shop."

I opened the door, and Emily gave me a sweet kiss and hug, before greeting Martha. Her daughter Chastity came in, just a bit older than Martha, and they were soon chattering away. I went to my bike, dressed in my winter leather, and soon I was heading north on US-41. Three hours later, and I was at a house. A very nice house. Probably a good six times bigger than my little trailer. And the front door opened even before I had my Harley locked up. I turned and walked up the sidewalk to the front door. A big black man greeted me, offering his hand, saying "Good morning."

He wasn't smiling, as I shook his hand and then showed me in. He closed the door, and then passed me, not saying a word while I followed him through a small foyer and into a dining room. A white lady was sitting there, probably in her late-fifties, and quite attractive. The man took a seat next to her, and I sat down across from him. He seemed to look to be about the same age as his wife, and big. Very big! My guess he was my height at six-three, but he probably had me outweighed by a good hundred pounds.

I asked "So, where do you want to begin, Mr. Jones?"

I saw her squirm in her seat, she didn't look happy. Of course, nor did he. His mouth opened, and his voice boomed, "For starters, we would like to thank you for helping get our daughter out of a bad deal."

"I would have wanted someone to have done the same if it was my daughter, sir." I replied.

A slight smile came to his face, "We're of course concerned about her well being, and her reputation."

I frowned, "I'll gladly look after her well being, but as far as her reputation goes..." I paused, and saw the anger in his eyes, before I added "I'll be trying to improve that as well." I then asked "So, how long had you been watching her?"

His wife jerked her head, and glared at him. Interesting. He shot her a look, and said "Since last November."

That caused me to raise an eye, "Since November? So you knew?"

A frown, "Not entirely.", he stated. "I didn't know about the, um, group incidents until a day before you became involved." He cleared his throat, and croaked out "It seems a copy of one of the incidents is floating around on the internet."

"I see." I replied. Shit, she'll be a bit upset to hear that news. No use telling her for the time being. If at all. "We have the computer, as far as I know, she deleted all that was of her."

"And what are the living arrangements, Mr. Hines?" Mrs. Jones asked, with a lot of nastiness in the way she spoke.

I really wanted to be a smart ass. "She has her own room and bed. I'm really not interested in a girl at the moment."

He turned and faced his wife, exclaiming "Damn it Nancy, if he was nailing her ass too, you think he would have called and wanted to come and talk?" He turned to me, and said "I'm sorry, but Martha is our only daughter, and our youngest child."

I shrugged, "It's understandable. I wasn't expecting a pat on the back and asked if she's any good in the sack."

He snorted, a smile coming to his black lips. She, on the other hand, wasn't as amused. He saw this, and said "Nancy, go and leave us for now, please." She glared at him, and he raised his hand shooing her away "Go on, best if I talk with Mr. Hines alone."

She got up and just glared at him as she walked out of the room. I watched her leave, and I quipped, "Not as docile or manipulative as your daughter."

"Good observation." a sight chuckle, "No, Martha obviously takes after Nancy's dad." He didn't seem willing to explain that, as he went on to say "So, she's dropped out."

I sighed, leaning back in my chair, a lot more at ease now that his wife has left the room. No, I'm not being chauvinistic, it's just that she was looking for a good fight. I can't really blame her, as it seems she is filled with anger over what has happened to her daughter. And I suspect I knew why. "Yes, for now. I've suggested to her that she should return to school next fall."

"You think she'll do it?" he asked.

I shrugged, "Too early to tell. Right now she's still a bit embarrassed by all that has happened to her. But, at least she's working."

He replied "Yes, she is at that." He then said "I do believe her staying with you will do her good."

I replied "I sure hope so."

He went on to state, "And, I think she's in very capable hands for the time being."

The way he said it, and the smile on his face...yeah, I knew what he meant. I cracked a smile, "We'll see." He stood, and I knew our little get together was now history. As he walked me to the door, I said "You know, maybe if you two come down?"

He sighed, "Yes, we probably should."

That was that. A bit cut and dried, but what more could have been said? I climbed back on my bike and headed back south, freezing my butt somewhat for a spell, as it was late March and it tends to be a bit cold this far north yet. Martha was surprised to see me when I got home, a smile on her face as I saw her looking out the window of the trailer as I parked my bike. Going inside, Emily said since I was home, they would leave and head back to their place. I watched Martha hug them both, then we were alone. As I went to the bathroom, Martha asked "Who was your friend?"

I chuckled, "Oh, just an old friend."

The door was partially open, and I heard her walk to it, as I stood there draining my bladder. I heard her ask "Female?"

I laughed, "No, but his wife was there." I gave my pecker a shake, and turned to see her standing there, looking at me as I tucked myself back in.

She raised her head, and she asked "How far away was it?"

"Pretty far, about three hours. I hadn't seen them in a long time, and he wanted to see me." I replied.

"You rode three hours in the cold?" She asked.

I walked past her, towards the kitchen, "Yeah, I'm a bit chilled right now, did you eat?"

"Yes, we had some chicken strips." She responded. "Why did you go again?"

I had the fridge door opened, and I lifted my head, and asked "Why are you asking questions?"

She frowned, "I, um."

I smirked, and gave her a wink, "Quit worrying little girl, I don't have any love interests at the moment."

She sighed and walked away towards the living room as I nuked a TV dinner. And that really was the end of that for the day. A few weeks later, and things were going fine. No more questioning like the night I came back from talking to her folks. It had been an interesting few weeks though. I didn't see that car anymore, the one that had been watching us. It sort of disappeared about three days after my visit north. Since it was spring, I was getting my garden ready, and had added some compost and tilled it all in. She watched as I did that, amazed I guess. She shouldn't be, since she's seen my freezer. Stuffed about half-full with frozen vegetables from my garden.

And, after a week of planting, a bit each day after work, she joined in. She really didn't know what she was doing, but I quickly showed her what was to be planted where, how much fertilizer and the like. And every evening, we would be out there weeding. It was on a Saturday, last one for the month of April when a strange car approached. Her and me were in the garden, planting tomato plants we had just bought, as well as bell peppers and a few other items. It was warm, maybe low seventies, and I was in my jeans and a shirt. I heard and saw it first, and she lifted her head up, and said "Shit."

I said "Looks like we have visitors." She didn't say a word. I stood up all the way, and she stayed crouched down on her knees. The car stopped, and two people got put, that being her parents. "Well Martha, you can't put it off forever."

She glared at me, "You knew my parents were coming?"

I laughed, reaching down and grabbing her arm, pulling her up to her feet, "No, I didn't know they were coming."

"Then how you know they're my parents?" she asked, as she showed a slight amount o resistance to me puling her along.

"How many other black men with a white wife have visited us of late?" I shot back.

That quieted her, and as we got to the edge of the garden, I said "You Mr. and Mrs. Jones?"

He smiled, laying along, "Yes, you must be Christopher Hines."

I smiled, reached out with my hand, saying "Pleased to meet you, please call me Chris."

He smiled and said "Sure thing, and I'm Walter." He turned to his wife, and said "And this is my wife Nancy."

I looked at her, and said "Hello Nancy." She didn't even respond, just glaring at her daughter, and at me.

Walt looked at Martha, and said "Hello baby, long time no see."

"Hello Daddy." she replied, then said "This is a bit of a surprise."

"Not really." he replied. "We've been wanting to visit for a few weeks now. Decided to wait until you were settled in here to do that." She started to speak, but he cut her off, "My Chris, that's an impressive garden."

I smiled, "Why thank you Walt. I usually get more than enough each harvest. A lot I give to my friends."

"And is that an orchard over there?" he asked. He pointed to beyond the garden, and I answered him, "Sure enough. I've four mature apple trees, six cherry, five being female, and a couple of pear and peach trees as well." I then said "And beyond the orchard is the pond. Nice and secluded from view, as there's woods on both all sides." Smiling, I said "I've catfish in there. Martha and I caught a few the other day for dinner."

He looked at her, astonished, as he said "Really? You fished, girl?"

She blushed, "Actually, Chris baited the hook and took the fish I caught off of it, daddy."

"But you caught it, didn't you?" he asked. She nodded her head yes.

I said "Well, why don't we go on inside, unless you want me to show you around the property some more?"

"No, maybe later." He turned, and I took Martha's hand and we walked towards the trailer. "How many acres you have Chris?"

"About one fifty, more or less. I sold a hundred a few years back. This land has been in the family since the mid-eighteen hundreds, although the main house has been gone for years."

Nancy stated rudely, "Probably wasn't taken care of well."

I saw him grimace, and I laughed, "Well no, actually it burned down, back in seventy-nine. Lost my mom in the fire." Damn, he knew. She shut her mouth. And I felt Martha's hand squeezed mine tightly.

Once inside, they took a seat on the couch. A couch big enough for three. I sat in the only other chair, a recliner. I assumed that Martha would sit with her parents. I kept a straight face when she sat on my lap.

As we settled into our seats, Martha's round little ass feeling mighty fine on my crotch, I asked "So what you do for a living, Walter?"

He said "I'm a assistant football coach for a Big Ten team. I use to play pro ball."

I exclaimed "Really? Martha never told me that. Who all did you play for?"

"Oh I played just for a few years, before I blew my knees out. But for the most part, I played for the Rams. I finished my career with the Bears. That's how we ended up in Chicago." He then said "I see you've a Harley."

"Yep, I'm just a middle aged biker." I replied.

"How old are you, Chris?" he asked.

"Thirty nine, I'll be forty next January.

He looked at his daughter, whose body was feeling a bit tense, and he asked her "Do you like it here?"

She smiled, "Yes, it's peaceful, and quiet."

Smiling, he responded "I see that. I'm glad you're safe and sound." He stood up, and walked to us, and reached out with his hand, saying "Come, I want to talk to you, in private."

She looked at me, a scared look on her face. I patted her butt, saying "Go on, you knew this was coming eventually."

She sighed, took his hand, and got up off my lap. He then led her down to my bedroom, and the door closed. Great! That left me with Miss Sunshine. And did she looked pissed! Well, subtle is not my way. I cleared my throat, and said "I see you're still not happy." She glared at me, and I chuckled. "Well frankly Nancy, I've no reason to be concerned with your happiness, that's Walter's job." Silence, and she turned her head, not looking at me. "So what bothers you the most, her living below your social class?" Yeah, I was a bit angry. "Well, I'm not going to waste my time chatting with a wall, I've a garden to take care of."

I stood and went outside and went to work on the garden. Two hours later, I saw Walt come out and walk towards me. I smiled, and came over and I asked "How'd it go, Walt?"

He frowned, "Oh okay I guess." There was a bench nearby, and I gestured towards it and we sat. "She's embarrassed more than anything else. After being taken advantaged of and all."

I replied "I guess I would be too."

"I told her everything." he stated.

Ouch, I asked "Including our earlier meeting?"

"Yeah, she was a bit miffed at first." He paused, "She said she loves you."

I chuckled, "Well, I've sort of figured that."

"I have to admire you, Chris. A fine looking girl, if I were in your shoes, I would have had her in my bed from day one." he stated.

Shuffling my feet, I replied "Well, it's been tempting, Walt. Really it has been. But the age difference, well, I figure she'll find a boy her age and decide to leave me."

He slapped me on the back, saying "I understand, Chris." He stood, and said "In good time, I'm thinking you'll probably decided otherwise. Now, how about showing me around the farm."

I laughed, and did just that. Wasn't much more to show, besides the barn and the pond. The latter of which he took a great interest. And we soon found our way walking back to the trailer, when I finally broached the subject, "What about Nancy?"

He snorted, "Good job of pissing her off in there, Chris." I looked at him, and he grinned, "Don't worry, you handled it well and you were truthful." He stopped, and so did I. "Martha is her third child. Our oldest two are boys, one is playing for an NFL team, the oldest was smart, he became a lawyer. She wanted our daughter to find a professional and settle down. Obviously all this is not her cup of tea." He waved his arms, signaling he meant the outdoors, and my social status. He turned and we walked on, slowly, "However, I think eventually she'll come around."

We walked a few more steps, and he asked "You hungry?"

I laughed, "It's about time for dinner, yes."

We stepped inside, and there was Martha, behind the stove cooking something up. Nancy was at the table in the kitchen, still wearing a frown. But it wasn't as bad as it once was. Martha cooked up a good meal. She actually had been practicing, as she went and purchased a few cookbooks, and had been watching cooking shows off the satellite. Tonight, she cooked up some venison, and plenty of veggies. When she brought it to the table, Walt beamed, "Wow, from your garden I suppose?"

I laughed, saying it was. I watched as they ate. When Walt was chewing the first bite of the meat, he made a face. Not one of disgust, but of wonderment. And Nancy, I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She stopped chewing, and sat there for a second, thinking. Walt stated "You cooked a good meal, honey."

Martha smiled, "Thank you daddy."

Silence, until we were done. Walt and I stood and went into the living room, me on the recliner and he on the couch. Nancy remained in the kitchen, watching her daughter clean up, not saying a word. "You hunt, I take it." he asked softly, as not to be heard in the kitchen.

I grinned, seeing his smile, "No, actually I allow others to do that on my property."

"They pay you with whatever, huh?" he asked.

"Pretty much so. You seemed to like it." I stated.

He chuckled, "Yeah, on the way home I'll tell Nancy what it was."

Eventually, mother and daughter came out, and Martha came back and sat on my lap again. I ran my hand up along her side, and patted her gently. Well, it was a pleasant evening for the most part. Walt and I did most of the talking, though. Martha would say something from time to time, and Nancy never said a word. Eventually, I said "Well, I'll go strip my bed, you and Nancy can have my room."

Walt roared, saying "No, we're not going to take your bed. I was planning on driving back this evening." I had Martha off my lap, and I was heading to the hall, saying "Oh no you're not. It's too far a drive and I wouldn't think of it. Just let me get some clothes out for me in the morning, and a couple of blankets for the couch."

I heard Nancy protest to Walt, and then Martha boomed out "Oh mom, spend the night, it isn't going to kill you."

Well, that was a surprise. I had the sheets off when Martha came back and said "I'll finish making the bed, okay."

She was smiling at me, good sign. I smiled back and went to my dresser, grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt, undies and socks, and went and put them in the bathroom, before saying "And if you two want to take showers, there's towels in the cupboard to the right of the toilet."

Walt said "You go and take your shower first, Chris."

I said "Sure, think I will at that."

Things went smoothly. No harsh words as all got ready for bed. And in the morning, I rose and dressed in the bathroom, before starting the coffee. After all had risen, and Walter had a cup of morning brew, he was insistent that all of us go have breakfast together. We just did that, going into Brazil and having a bite to eat. Then he drove us back to the trailer. It was time for them to go, and I shook his hand, saying "Glad to see you again."

He laughed, "Yes, I'm much more relaxed over the situation now."

Martha turned to him, and they hugged tightly, with her saying "Bye daddy."

They broke apart, and mother and daughter looked sat each other. I saw Martha's lower lip quiver, and then Nancy said "Oh come here." I saw a tear in the mother's eye, and Martha whine out "I love you, momma."

They broke apart, and hugged again, kissing each others cheek. I looked at Walt, and he smiled and winked at me. He cleared his throat, saying "Come on Nancy, we best get going. These two need to weed their garden."

We all laughed, and soon we were waving good-bye as they turned around and left. We walked while holding hands back inside the trailer. I went to the recliner, and she smiled, crawling onto my lap. Smiling, I asked "Feel any better?" She nodded yes, a slight smile of contentment on her face. "You're not angry then."

She kissed my forehead, and a soft giggle as she said "No, I should have known." We sat there for at least an hour or so, me enjoying her warm body as she sat on my lap. She finally asked "When you want to do it?"

I sat there, taking in the question, before saying "When I think the time is right."

"When's that?" she asked.

I shrugged, and then stated "What did you decide about school?"

"Next January. And you didn't answer my question, Christopher."

I chuckled, "Before next January then." I said, grinning."

She sighed, and asked "Don't you love me?"

"It seems when someone tells you that, you don't use good judgment."

She frowned, "You do make sense at the worse possible time, you know."

I hugged her, saying "Come on, the garden isn't going to weed itself."

She giggled, and stood up, both of us heading towards the garden. The next three months flew by. She was still sleeping in her room, and me in mine. And, I don't recall when it occurred, but her modesty was disappearing by each passing day. Except for the incident when she watched as I went pee, we were careful around each other up until some time in mid-May. Of course, the weather had something to do with that. It got hot, and my little trailer gets even hotter, even with a A/C unit. It wasn't long before both of us were walking casually around the house in nothing more than our underwear. And then she was minus the bra. She sure was a pleasant sight around the house, her nice brown boobies gently floating along as she walked. And then, there was swimming in the pond

She was supposed to have been working an eight hour day on a Saturday in late June. The temps were in the nineties, and after weeding the garden, I decided to take a dip in the pond and cool off. I didn't hear her pull the Porsche into our drive. Nor did I see her as I laid in the water along the shore. It actually was the first time that I had been in the water that year, and I was enjoying the cool water and the sunshine, without a stitch on. Her voice caused me to jump and roll onto my side, as she said loudly "Hi there."

She was laughing, as I said "Hey, that wasn't nice, sneaking up on me like that."

"How's the water?" she asked.

"Fine , come on in." I replied. I was joking when I said it. But then she reached down and pulled her top off, followed by her bra, shoes, jeans, panties and socks. Wow! She looked even more beautiful in the natural sunlight, as she stepped into the pond, wading out to her hips.

She then dropped down to her neck, and I heard he sigh, and say "Oh, this is nice."

I laughed, "Yes, it is."

She then stood back up and turned. I admired the view, the water streaming down her shoulders and her brown breasts, dripping off her hard, stiff nipples. She waded up to me and turned and sat down, smiling. "I don't want to leave here, Chris."

I smiled, and put my arm around her, saying "I know you don't, Martha." I used my wet hand to turn her face to me, and we moved our faces to one another. Our lips met, and I felt her tongue slip along my teeth. We leaned backwards in the water, our upper bodies and heads up on shore. My hand went down to her breast, and I felt them for the first time. She moaned into my mouth as we let the kiss going, her breathing becoming heavy as mine. I felt her fingers grasp my cock, already hard, even if it was in the cool pond water. And I was thinking that maybe this was it. That now was a good as time as any.

I broke the kiss, and she whispered "I love you."

I wanted to say the same. I really did. I was rolling to get on to of her, to finally take her, the first word about to leave my lips, when we heard other words, the booming voice of Joe saying "Hey you all, what you love birds doing?"

Her eyes flew open, as did mine, as she pushed me away and rolled onto her belly, screaming out "Oh shit Joe. You bastard."

He was about fifty feet away, just inside the orchard, and I saw Emily coming up from behind, as he stood there laughing his ass off. She saw what happened, and was right next to him when I was about to yell at him, when she hauled off and belted him in the back, saying "You jackass, knock it off."

Martha closed her eyes tight, saying "Damn, they're early."

"So are you." I stated, asking "Early for what."

"We're having a cookout and bonfire this evening. I decided this was a good a weekend as any." She then hollered at Emily, "Emily, could you be a dear and fetch me a towel."

She smiled, and said "Sure thing, Martha." and then she grabbed Joe by the ear and dragged him away, making him holler in pain, before cussing up a storm.

"Glad you asked me first." I stated.

She giggled, ""I wanted it to be a surprise."

I laughed, "I think we both were." I turned to my side, and reached over and pulled her to me. My cock had gone south so to speak, so I wasn’t about to start where we had left off. I gave her a kiss, saying "Maybe tomorrow we'll continue this, okay?"

She grinned, "Maybe." she said, giving me a kiss back. I smirked, and I reached down her back to her bare ass, running my hand down between her thighs. She gasped, "Chris! Stop it."

I grinned, and pulled her close, giving her a good kiss. "Come on." I said, standing up, pulling her to her feet, saying "Let the sun dry us some while we wait."

She giggled, at first being rather reluctant, but then coming up out of the water with me. As I held her hand, I used my feet to spread my shirt out, and we sat down on top of it to wait. After a few seconds, she leaned into me and sighed, saying "You know, this isn't too bad. Mind you, I would prefer if no one was around."

Chuckling, I said "Yeah, same here."

"Chris?"

"Yeah babe." I saw Emily approaching, head down, carrying two towels.

"Would you like to have baby?"

I jerked my head around, and looked into her brown eyes. I smiled, and we kissed, as I heard Emily shout out, "Haven't you two had enough?"

Martha sighed, and quickly got to her feet as Emily approached, stating "We haven’t had the chance to even get much started, Emily."

I saw Chastity approaching, and I said "Shit." as I rolled onto my belly. Emily handed a towel to Martha, and tossed the other on my backside, saying "Cover up there, mister. I'm sure Chastity doesn't want to see an old man naked." Martha cleared her throat, and Emily laughed, saying "Sorry honey."

I rolled onto my butt, and as I covered my privates, Martha said "Well, you seem to not to mind looking, Emily."

I looked up to see Emily look away from me, red in the face. She was a bit flustered, as she stuttered, saying "I, um, oh never mind." Both Martha and I were laughing, as I stood and gathered up my clothes, slipping my shoes back on my feet and headed to the trailer, allowing Martha to dress as she talked to Emily and Chastity.

On my way to the trailer, I thought about her question, running it through my mind. A baby. She wants to know if I would like to start a family with her. I was smiling, knowing what my answer is. I saw Joe was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as I walked inside the trailer. I just shook my head, and said "Get a good look."

He laughed, "No, not until I got here and used your binoculars from the window."

I looked at the window, and there sat my binoculars. I snorted, "You know Emily will kick your ass."

"You going to tell her?" he asked mockingly.

I shook my head no, as I dropped the towel and got dressed. We didn't talk more about the incident, moving on to better things. The women soon came back, and the party began. A keg party to boot. It turns out that Martha wanted a bonfire, and last night when her and Emily were out shopping, they decided to have a cookout and a bonfire tonight. She didn't get back until late last night, with Emily and Chastity dropping her off, and then she was up before me heading off to work before I was even out of bed. It was a good party, maybe forty people in all, mostly from the club and their families. Most were feeling pretty happy by the time the fire died down at two in the morning. I helped Joe get Emily into his car, and they were the last to leave. As for Martha, it took me a while to find her, and I was a bit concerned until I looked in my bed, and there she laid, passed out and snoring peacefully. I just laughed, went and made sure everything was locked up, and stripped down and joined her.

I woke first the next morning, and I went to the pond to fish. Three hours later, I found Martha still in bed, groaning about drinking too much beer. I knew we weren’t going to continue yesterday's fun. She did however, decided to stay and sleep in my bed the rest of the week. Of course, she didn't get home each night until about midnight. And I had to be at work at six in the morning, so we didn't see each other at all. And then on Wednesday, her dad called, and asked if it was all right to come and visit. Of course I said sure, so they arrived Friday afternoon, and Saturday, Walter and I fished. It was supposed to have been three of us, including Joe, but Joe was called into work. When we got tired of fishing there at my pond, him and I got into my beat up Chevy and we drove to a nearby reservoir, where we fished some more. Him and I had some interesting conversations, including a request from him, which I said I'd have to think about. As for Nancy and Martha, they ended up picking up Chastity and Emily and headed off to Indianapolis to shop, so everybody was happy. It had been her parents third trip down since March. And each visit was better than the last. Nancy was even pleasant to be around.

They left late Sunday afternoon, and both of us were exhausted, too tired to enjoy anything sexual in nature. The work week upcoming was a repeat of the previous. However, on Friday night, as she crawled under the covers with me, she said she wanted to go for a bike ride tomorrow. I was all for it. Since she had moved in, I've taken her on a number of trips, all over the area. We got up early, had breakfast, put some clothes on and then got on my Harley. It was a great time, her body up against my back, those wonderful tits pressed into me. We were gone for most of the day, stopping to eat lunch, and then dinner in town before we finally got home. We went inside, and I said "I'm going to go do some weeding, you want to join me?"

She giggled, saying "Sure." as I went back to get a large shirt on. Since it has been hot, I've been doing gardening while just wearing a long, knee length shirt. She had been kidding me about that, and I’ve ignored her. I was soon in the garden, and she was there as well, the two of us going through the rows, picking weeds. I was rather warm, as the evening sun was beating down on us. It had been a long, hot ride, and now I wanted to just feel the breeze on me. So, I took my shirt off, and I continued working, only now I was naked."

She asked "What are you doing?"

I replied "Picking weeds."

"Naked?"

I laughed "Sure, why not?" I then added "Besides, it'll help the tomatoes turn red."

"How's that?" she asked.

I looked up, and grinned as I said "They'll blush when they see me naked." She snorted, and then she was giggling. I then added "It doesn't work for the zucchini though."

She was laughing at that as well, then she stood, and said "Hey, I know how to make the zucchini and cucumbers grow!" She pulled her shirt off, and her bra.

I laughed, "That might get them half way there, Martha."

Smirking, she undid her jeans, and stepped out of her sandals, saying as she pushed her pants and panties down her legs, "Well then, let's get them growing a bit quicker, shall we?"

I took in the sight. Her young nineteen year old body, colored a light brown. I sighed, as I felt my cock twitch, and I commented, "The veggies aren't the only things enjoying your body."

She grinned, as she knelt back down and went back to work. The sun was getting a bit lower in the sky, and I said, "Sun's setting, you about ready?"

She said "Yeah." as she stood and came to where I was crouched down. I felt her hand grab my arm, and I rose up. And then we hugged. Her lips kissed my chest, and I kissed the top of her head, while my hands fell to her round ass, pulling her belly against my cock, which was rising quickly. She then slowly lowered her body, kissing my skin as she held onto my sides with both hands. My hands slid up her back as she went down, and I sighed as I felt her lips nibbling on my hard shaft, before she took me into her mouth. She worked my cock with her mouth, as I ran my fingers through her soft, wiry hair. After only a couple of minutes of sucking, I groaned, the cheeks of my ass tightening up when my load flooded her sweet, hot mouth.

She nursed on my shaft while I stood there, a bit weak in the knees, trying to regain my breath. She tilted her head back, and looked up at me, and I saw the smile in her eyes. I smiled back, and I bent my knees and came down slowly onto them, her releasing my shaft from her mouth. She moved back on her naked butt, sitting on the bare earth. With me on my knees, I leaned down and forward, her legs lifting up and she put them over my shoulders. I could smell the combined odor of the soil and her sex, as I breathed in. My tongue delved in between her puffy lips, and I heard a sharp cry from her mouth. I gently worked her sex, tonguing her hole, massaging her inner thing and those thick, puffy lips, her hips bucking and soft satisfied moans coming from her mouth. And then I slowly licked her clit. My fingers wiggled softly inside her hole, her hands coming to my head, gently rubbing my scalp, until suddenly, all at once her nails dug into my flesh, as her body quivered and a loud joyful wail came from her mouth as her juices drenched my face.

I moved up over her body, kissing her flesh as she had done to me before sucking my cock. Once at her face, we kissed, our tongues slipping into each others wide open mouths, and she gasped when my cock slipped inside her body. I groaned, feeling her vagina envelope me for the first time, fantastic! Her hands were on my back, her nails pressing into me every time I slowly sank my root into her steamy hot twat, her grunts mixed with moans. And I was grunting as well, building up steam and gradually picking up the pace. She lifted her legs and her heels were in the middle of my white ass as she started to roll her hips, meeting my thrusts with ones of her own. I felt the wonderful feeling of what a man feels when he's about to unleash his seed, as I arched my neck and a loud roar came out of my mouth, my hips thrusting hard against her hips, and as my cock pulsed, sending ropes of cum deep into her body, she cried out, her tight cunt getting even tighter, milking my cock while her body shuddered during her much deserved orgasm.

I covered her mouth with mine, and we writhed there in the soft, dry earth, enjoying the feeling of post-orgasm twitching of our bodies. My mouth moved off of hers, and I kissed her cheek, before nuzzling her ear. I sucked her ear lobe, and she moaned, her hips bucking up against me briefly. I put my hands on the ground, and pushed myself up, and looked down at her brown body. She was smiling, her hands on her round firm breasts, kneading them. She spoke softly "You know, I'll be ovulating sometime later this week."

I smiled, "You want to have my child?"

Her smile got bigger, and her hands raised up to my shoulders and pulled me down on top of her. I felt her brown boobs press into my white skin, and we kissed some more. I felt my cock, somewhat shriveled, slip from her warm slick pussy, and I whispered "You want to go wash off in lake. Then maybe we can make love on the shore."

She said "Yes." I raised up off of her, and got to my feet, pulling her off of the warm ground. We picked up our clothes as we started for the pond, and I heard her giggle.

I asked "What?"

"Oh, nothing." She replied.

I put my arm around her backside, and gently patted her gorgeous ass, and we walked through the orchard to the pond. We took off our shoes and walked out into the cool water, while holding each others hands. Eventually we were in up to her neck, and she turned and I picked her up, with her arms and legs wrapping around my body. We kissed, as I kept my legs spread wide, keeping balance so we don't fall over. I could feel her warm snatch pressing against my tool, the contrast of her warm body and the cool pond water was exciting for me, as well as her. Her hard nipples felt like they were making indentations into my flesh, as she held on tight.

My cock was twitching, and I whispered "Let's get on shore, where I can devour you, little girl."

She giggled, saying "Okay." I let go of her and we swam part of the way back, before we stood and laughed as we grabbed each others wet bodies as we staggered onto the warm, dry grass. She pushed me onto my back, and I smiled while she crawled over me. As we started to feast on each others sex, I heard the thunder in the distance. No surprise, really. It had been a hot, humid day. Now the sun was setting, and a line of thunderstorms were moving in. I was going to ask her if she wanted to head back to the trailer, but she seemed pretty busy at the moment, what with her hand on my cock, which was enjoying the oral talent her mouth was providing.

I went to work on her pussy, licking, chewing and touching. I had her cheeks spread wide, a fingertip at her asshole, while I swirled my tongue around her clit, occasionally plunging it into her hot, steamy ping hole. I felt the first rain drop on my arm, when she let go with a muffled scream, her sound vibrations doing wonders on my shaft. I pushed her up off of my face, and she turned around as I sat up, took her by the arms and pulled her onto my lap. She had her knees at the sides of my hips, while her tight pussy wrapped itself around my very hard cock. She had her hands on my shoulders, moving her hips while I was rubbing her wonderful breasts. The rain was coming down a bit harder, and cracks of thunder was deafening, our bodies getting lit up by the bright flashes of lightning. It seemed to drive Martha even more into a wild lustful ride, as she rose and fell on my cock, her hair hanging down, wet and stringy and sticking to her skin.

I was thrusting into her, feeling my hard cock, wanting relief, wanting to empty inside her once more. She was leaning back, my hands along her sides holding her, with me admiring those great tits and nipples, when she cried out, the sound being drowned out by the rain and thunder, as I felt her body shudder. I screamed as well, as I lunged hard into her, my seed splattering against the walls of her womb while I pulled her tight against me. We kissed as our hands ran over each other, as the heavy rain lightened up.

I whispered, "I love you."

She replied "I love you too, Chris."

"You like it here? By the pond?" I asked.

She purred out "Yes, I do."

"Would you like a couple of cabins built here?"

She thought a second, and asked "Cabins?"

"You're dad offered to build two, one for him and your mom for when he retires, and one for us."

She leaned back, and looked into my face, asking "You okay with that?"

With a hearty chuckle, I replied "Sure, why not." She hugged me tight, and we savored the warmness each oars flesh had to offer, before getting up and walking hand in hand to the trailer.

Three months later, we waved hello as her parents pulled up to the trailer. They got out, and greeted us with hugs, and Nancy was all smiles as she rubbed her daughters belly, which was just starting to bulge out with child. Walter just grinned, and gave me a wink, and I was the happiest forty-year-old soon-to-be daddy in the world.

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