"Oh, wow! Standing up?" Jim asked, excited.
"Just go slowly," Jerri cautioned, aiming the head of his young cock for him.
He pushed his buttocks forward, moving a step toward her, and the tip of his cock pressed into her cunt. He grabbed hold of her breasts as she pulled the lips of her pussy apart to help him enter.
Jim pushed steadily forward as he felt his prick ride all the way up her pussy. When it was all the way in and he could feels his balls against the hair at the base of her crotch, he stood still and put his head to her shoulder and kissed her hair.
His eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the warm, tight, sucking pussy holding onto every inch of his cock. He felt her muscles contract and it sent shudders of excitement through him. His whole body felt electric now. He was ready to fuck a girl-in the right way-for the first time in his life. He pulled out and felt his cock slipping down the channel. The sensations he felt were indescribable! The head of his penis? was bathed in warm honey and his balls tightened in anticipation of his orgasm.
"That's it, nice and easy at first, back and forth," Jerri said, instructing him. She took hold of his buttocks with both hands and rocked him into her, then out of her. Soon he was pushing on his own and she stroked his back under his shirt, and again brought her arms down to circle and caress his smooth, young ass-cheeks.
Jim began pumping, hard. He drove his cock into her, each time feeling his balls hit her skin, then pulled away, and pushed again. His rhythm began to increase as his breathing became heavier and labored.
"That's it, baby," Jerri said as each stroke pushed her against the wooden wall of the barn. Her ass rubbed against a sliver and the pain was adding to her fascination. "Fuck me hard, Jim, hard!"
Jim smashed his loins against hers, driving his hard young organ deep into her belly. He grasped her shoulders and then leaned against the wall, pressing with his hands. He looked down to see his long wet cock pulling out, glistening in the flickering light of the lantern, and then it disappeared, entwining their pubic hairs together in a wet kiss of their crotches.
"Come in my cunt, baby," Jerri whispered, smashing her head against the wall. She was wracked by pleasure now. Her legs dug into the dirt Boor of the barn and she was taken by the perverse thought of the moment-being fucked by an almost child, being fucked by the very person who had caused her harm, who had killed her horses, who had treated her mean, being fucked by the beautiful young man who now was her friend, who now was a lover, who now was part of her life-it was incongruous and weird and added to her excitement.
"Fuck me hard, Jim, fill my pussy with your hot sperm… "The words hardly came from her lips when she felt the hot gush somewhere deep inside her. Jim banged his cock wildly into her, slamming her against the wall, pulling her shoulders to him as he gritted his teeth and moaned deep in his throat. He sank his head into her neck, burying his face in her soft hair as he drove his cock into her with one final mighty thrust. She wrapped her legs around his and held tight to him, grasping his back, flexing her cunt as the semen ran down his shaft, over his balls, and dripped down their legs.
In a second, it was over. Slowly, they released each other and Jerri spread her legs again. Jim moved back a step and then watched as his cock pulled out of her soaked pussy. He jumped down to his knees, as soon as his penis was out of her, and sank his head between her legs, sucking up all his own sperm and her juices which were slowly flowing from between the hair-lined lips.
Finally, he got up. She wiped the liquid from his face and kissed him lightly on the lips. Silently, they got dressed, and left the barn. They stood in the middle of the yard for a moment, looking at each other.
"Come back soon," Jerri said softly.
"Oh, God," Jim said, looking to the stars," will I ever!"
He ran up the hill and waved to her from the top. Then he got on his horse and rode home as Jerri went into the house and turned out the lights.
Everyone in the house was awakened the next morning by the sound of a car horn.
BEEP!
"What the fuck?" Rob said, looking at the alarm clock next to the bed. Jerri opened her eyes and looked at him.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Five-thirty and someone's blowing a horn in the drive!"
BEEP!
Carol jumped up. "What was that?"
Russell sat up next to her. "Sounded like a horn."
BEEP!
"I'll go see," Russell said, getting out of bed. He was bare naked. He walked to the front door and looked out. He saw a quite unexpected sight: a man dressed in coveralls and a middle-aged woman wearing a long granny dress were standing next to a camper. The man reached in the driver's window and pushed the horn again.
BEEP!
"Who the hell is it?" Jerri yelled out the door of the bedroom.
"Looks like some tourists! Guy and a woman with a camper. Probably out of gas," he called. He opened the door, forgetting that he was nude, and stepped out onto the porch.
"We'll be right there!" he shouted, and then turned and stepped back into the house. "Come on, Dave, Rob, someone… let's see what we can do for them," he said, walking back to his bedroom.
Out in the yard, the woman turned to the man and looked shocked. "Ray, did you see that?"
"Yup," the man said, blowing the horn again.
BEEP! BEEP!
"Jesus Christ," Dave shouted," we're coming, for Christ's sake. "He pulled his jeans on his legs, put his boots on, and grabbed a shirt from the bed. Tracey sat up, stretching.
Dave met Russell in the hall and together they walked out onto the porch. Dave stopped, frozen stiff, unable to move or speak.
The woman in the yard stared, with open arms. The man stopped beeping the horn.
"SON!" Lydia called.
"Holy fuck," Dave muttered, walking toward his parents as if in a trance.
"I'd better get Jerri," Russell said, himself in a state of shock.
"I don't believe it, I don't!" Dave said as his mother grabbed him in her powerful arms. He pulled away, looking her up and down-he couldn't get over the way she looked-and then hugged her tight. "Mother, Mother," he said softly. She began to cry.
"Hi, son," his father said, slapping Dave on the back. Dave pulled away from his mother and shook his father's hand. Then they heard a scream from the doorway as Jerri stood, her hand on her mouth trying to believe it wasn't a dream.
"Jerri, my Jerri baby darling," Lydia sobbed as she ran to greet her daughter. They fell into each other's arms.
Tracey appeared on the porch, just as shocked as Jerri and Dave. "Oh, my God," she mumbled as Lydia saw her.
"My daughter-in-law! And grandchild," she added, looking at Tracey's big stomach.
Rob was the last to arrive. He stood on the porch, watching the tears, the hugging, the shock. "I don't believe it. I really don't," he said.
Later, when the emotion had subsided and everyone had gathered in the kitchen for breakfast, Jerri and Dave bombarded their parents with questions…
"So you just left?" Jerri asked, amazed.
"What's so strange about that? You did it!" Lydia smiled. Everyone laughed.
"What about the business, Dad?" Dave asked his father.
"Took an extended leave of absence."
"How about the people-your friends-the bridge club?" Jerri asked.
"Who cares what they think!"
"How about the house?" Tracey asked.
"Rented it out, sold the furniture, stored some things away; you know, special things," Lydia smiled leaning back in her chair.
"We thought it was time we let it all hang out! Or something like that!" Ray said, laughing.