Then, remembering she hadn't checked the chickens for eggs yet that day, she put on her jacket and took a basket from a pile near the back door, and walked from the house to the main barn. Just as she turned the comer, walking along the side of the barn to the hen house, she walked into someone.
"OH!" she shouted, jumping back.
The boy she hit let out a shout also, and jumped back, perhaps more frightened than Carol.
They both caught their breath. Carol looked at the teenager and asked," Who are you?"
"Jim."
"What are you doing here?"
"Um, I was just taking a short cut to our land. We live up on the Circle-T Ranch," the boy said with guilt written on his face.
"Your dad's the one that hates us, Tex, right? Oh, I remember you-in front of the market that day. "Carol leaned against the wall of the barn and dropped her basket to the ground.
"I'll… I'll be going now," the boy said, not moving.
Carol stared at him. "Well, why don't you go?"
The boy lingered on. He knew he should run, he knew he shouldn't have gone all the way into the yard in the first place.
"Well?" Carol asked teasingly.
"Where did all the others go?" Jim asked, for lack of a better question. He didn't realize he was getting himself deeper into trouble.
"You saw them leave? That was hours ago. The sun's almost down. I thought you were just passing through?"
Jim didn't know what to say. He stood there, trying to think of something, watching the pretty girl as she leaned against the barn, her arms folded.
"I think you're quite interested in us, aren't you? Why didn't you say so? You don't have to sneak around here, you know. We welcome anyone to visit. Really!" Carol was serious. She had nothing against the boy. She wanted him to like her.
"I… well, Dad won't let us talk to any of you, because he says you're pretty messed-up people," Jim said clearly, waiting for her reaction.
"We are, huh?" Carol said, almost laughing. "Hey, you ever smoke any good grass?"
The question caught the boy off guard. "What?" he asked, surprised to hear her be so blunt.
"You heard me," Carol said knowingly.
"Yeah, sure. Not often, though," Jim lied. He had only tried gratis once and it had been bad stuff.
"Care for a joint?" Carol asked. "I was just on my way to see if the chickens had laid, and I thought I'd stop in the barn and sit in the hay and have a roach."
"I really should get going," Jim said, hesitating.
Carol just stared at him and smiled. "Come on, honey, I'm not going to hurt you… "she said taking his arm and leading him into the barn.
In a minute they were sitting in a pile of hay, relaxing with the help of the Mexican marijuana. Jim was being taught how to smoke it and the effect it was having on him was a good one.
"You have a brother, right?" Carol asked.
"Yeah, Jack. He's a year younger than me. Hey, don't tell him about this, okay? He'll be sore. He may even tell Dad and then I'll get my ass kicked sure!"
"Your father pretty strict?" Carol asked, drawing the smoke into her lungs.
"Oh, yeah, very," Jim said, taking the joint from her fingers.
"Go ahead, finish it. It's almost gone. Careful, don't burn your lips," she warned, slumping back against the warm hay. Then, all of a sudden, she sneezed!
"Bless you," Jim said, coughing on the last drag of the cigarette. He put it out against the wall and lay back next to Carol.
"Honey, you ever had a blow job?" Carol asked.
Jim couldn't believe his ears. His cock jumped in his pants as his head reeled from the magic weed he had just been smoking.
"Sure. Us guys used to do that to each other a few years ago, for the hell of it…"
"Shit, not that kind of blow job. That's just playing around. I mean did anyone ever really suck your nice hard young cock?" Grass always did this to Carol. She became intensely sexual and talked very much in the vernacular. "I'll bet you have a nice fat cock for a kid your age. You look the type."
Jim was suddenly a bit frightened. His father's warnings were swimming in his head-drugs, wild women. But maybe it wasn't all so bad-certainly the grass had been nice; the effect still was nice. Maybe she would suck his cock! God, would his brother be jealous!
"Take out your cock and let me see it, come on," Carol pleaded, pulling at the zipper of his jeans. He didn't resist. She pulled the zipper down and then undid his belt.
"Shit, I don't want to do it. You do it. I want to watch. Stand up," she ordered and he obeyed. He stood up and dropped his pants, then pulled them off his legs as she spread her legs and began rubbing her pussy through her jeans.
"Come on, your shorts too, I can see how big it is already…"
Jim pulled his white undershorts down to his knees and let his long cock dangle before him. Carol gasped. It was bigger than she had thought. She jumped to her knees and immediately sucked it into her mouth, feeling it grow within her.
She dug her hands into his buttocks, then pulled his shorts down to his feet, and he stepped out of them. His cock was buried in her mouth, pressing at the back of her throat. It was extremely long and slender-not fat as Carol had guessed-and easily rode along her tongue and throat as she pulled her head from his body and then pushed it back again.
Jim's head felt as if it was going to burst any second. This was the first time a woman had ever touched his cock to her tips. He had fucked a girl once-actually it was a thirty-year-old whore who had been hanging around the high school-but the experience had been a disaster because he had come the minute he thrust his cock up her cunt. But now he was feeling what he had dreamed about, what he had read about, what he had hoped he would feel someday. A pretty girl had his long penis in her mouth and was making love to it as he stood over her, master and king of the mountain, ready to choke her with his sperm.
He wasn't quite strong enough to remain standing, however, and in a moment he fell to the hay and his cock sprang from Carol's mouth. He lay on his back and she grasped his penis in her hand and rubbed it, feeling the wetness of her saliva on its length.
"You have such a beautiful cock, so long!"
"Please, take it in your mouth again, please," the boy pleaded, spreading his legs wide. He grabbed his balls with his hands and rolled them around between his legs. He needed to feel her warm lips on his cock again and he grabbed her hair and tugged her face to his crotch.
"Oh, Christ!" Carol said, a madwoman now, lusting for his penis alone," I'm going to suck you till you go crazy!"
"Please!" the boy begged, holding his cock to her lips.
"Come!" Carol screamed as she sank her head down his shaft, brutally hitting the back of her throat. She brought her hands up to move on the shaft of his long organ, sliding up and down with her lips, nibbling and tickling and pressing as the boy moaned in drugged ecstasy on the hay.
Carol moved her mouth expertly on the boy's cock, pumping her head up and down as she held tightly to the base of his penis with her left hand as her right cupped and caressed his balls, then moved down and stroked the hard cleft of his virgin asshole. His legs splayed apart, spreading his buttocks so her finger could rub hard at the opening. Soon she was pressing there and in the next second, as she felt him writhe in pain, she pulled her lips from his cock.
"No, don't stop, please!" Jim pleaded, trying to pull her face back to his aching young penis. "You're going to get fucked first, honey!" Carol whispered, torturing him," You're going to get my finger up your asshole!"
"No, please," Jim pleaded in fear.
"You ever been fucked before?" Carol asked, applying saliva to her fingertips.