Orchard Flower (version Alpha)
by Lubrican
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Chapter Four
By the next morning, I was beginning to halfway believe it had all been
a dream. Little tomboy Jill, who I'd watched grow up, and
whose nubile teenage woman body I had violated, hadn't actually had an
orgasm around my tongue, or milked my balls empty.
Yet, even after I'd brushed my teeth and used mouthwash, my mouth still
seemed to have the lingering taste of young pussy in it. Even the next
day my nostrils flared every once in a while, thinking they smelled
that lovely fresh scent.
Standing in the wide doorway of my barn, I noticed a speeding dirt bike
racing across the fields. The rider was the tomboy girl I'd been
thinking about since yesterday. She saw me and sped straight towards
where I was. I then remembered this was Saturday morning and there was
no school today. I shook my head and again silently told myself, "Calm
down, you can handle this!"
Skidding to stop just inches from me, the girl killed the noisy engine,
giggled merrily, and said, "Hi, Bob. Can I talk to you for a few
minutes? It's important."
In the next few seconds my subconscious mind made a visual inspection
of the young bike-riding tomboy girl. She was wearing a denim colored
shirt with the tails tied together under her breasts, which pushed the
fabric out proudly. When had her breasts gotten so
big? Gym shorts and tennis shoes without socks were her only
other covering, except for the faded John Deere cap on her
head. Her pony tail was captured by the adjusting band of the
cap.
I began asking myself how come I hadn't noticed how much
she'd grown up before now. I saw this fully clothed young
woman, but my eyes were remembering the mostly naked teenager's body
from yesterday! Without my permission, my cock sprang to attention
inside my jeans.
"Okay," I said carefully. "Go ahead and talk, but please make it quick
and then go on home. It's not that I don't like
you. I do. But you're very tempting and I don't
want to be tempted."
Jill's head lowered a bit. Now that she was here, she seemed hesitant
to talk. "Bob," she whispered. "There's something I'm feeling 'guilty'
about. I worried about it all night. I want to do the right thing."
Oh boy. Remorse had set in. She was sorry for what
we'd done and she was probably going to tell her mother. Lynne would
see to it that my daughter-molesting ass was sent straight to the
county lockup.
"It's about yesterday," Jill explained.
"I know I shouldn't have done that," I moaned, interrupting
her. "I lost control and I'm sorry and I promise it won't
happen again."
"That's what I'm talking about," she said patiently. "I
teased you, and that wasn't fair. Mom said that men don't
have as much control as women do, and that a woman shouldn't usually
tease a man."
"You told your mother?" My voice was weak and I felt like I needed to
sit down.
"No." She peered at me closely. "She just told me
that one time. I got curious about it and decided to tease
you and see what it would feel like ... what would happen.
The point is that I'm the one who should be saying I'm sorry, not
you. I teased you and I'm sorry I made you lose control."
"Oh," I croaked. She wasn't going to tell after all.
"Yup," she said. "I thought about it all night. I'm
definitely going to have to get me a boyfriend."
"You are?"
"Well sure," she said. "You said you won't do it again, and
after feeling that I just HAVE to do it again. Knowing the
way boys are I'm sure lots of them would like to suck my pussy like you
did."
I had visions of some pimply faced youth crawling between her legs and
it just about killed me. She deserved better than that.
"You could just go without," I suggested. "You know ... wait
until you get to college and get some education under your belt and get
a little more experience with men."
She shook her head. "Nope. I don't think so. I
think sex must be like crack cocaine. It's instantly
addictive. I had no idea how good I could feel. If
I'd have known I'd have been having sex for years."
"But you can't let some boy paw you," I moaned.
"Why not? It's so much fun!" she beamed.
"Boys don't know shit about making a woman feel good," I said.
"Well, I suppose you're right," she said. She shrugged her
shoulders. "I guess if they do it enough, though, they'll get
better. Maybe I should get a different boy to suck my pussy
every day, until I find one who's good at it, like you."
I cringed. I knew that any boy who got his mouth on her
clitty would be trying to get his dick in her pussy too, and that
sooner or later one of them would succeed. I couldn't stand
the thought of that.
"That's a bad idea," I said. "All those guys will try to have
sex with you."
"I know," she said, shrugging her shoulders again.
"You mean you're going to let them?" I croaked.
"Maybe," she said. "I don't know yet. But
probably. All the girls I know let boys fuck them.
I didn't understand it until yesterday, but thanks to your wonderful
teaching I get it now." She grinned. "I mean I
purely loved your tongue in my pussy, and they say that fucking feels
even better."
Now she was making me responsible for turning her into a slut.
"You can't do this, Jill," I moaned.
"Bob, I can't just stop," she said patiently. "If felt too
good. Anyway, I just wanted to apologize to you, and tell you
I'm not mad. I learned a lot. You kind of changed
my whole life I think. I have so much to look forward
to." She flashed me a grin and turned away.
She started for the bike and something in me snapped.
"Wait!" I said.
She turned and came back toward me. Her face was the perfect
image of a young woman pausing for me to tell her why I wanted her to
wait. Only later would I really understand she was just
acting. She was a very good actress.
"Come here," I said. My mind was whirling. I'm not
sure I was actually thinking things through. She came to
stand right in front of me, those yellow-flecked brown eyes staring at
me from under the bill of that faded hat.
Abruptly, my hand reached out and pulled the girl's upper body against
my chest. Her arms encircled me. I cradled her in my muscular
arms. She raised her face upwards, looked me in the
eyes and the next thing I knew we were kissing.
Kiss her, I did. She kissed me, too. Warm, wet lips collided in a spark
of forbidden passion. Teasing, tickling tongues dueled and played merry
mouth-fucking games.
When we broke her impish eyes looked into mine. "You gonna
make me feel good again so I don't have to go find some boy to do it?"
I was lost, and I knew it. But her voice gave her away,
finally.
"You're teasing me again," I muttered.
"I know," she sighed, grinding the front of her shorts against the lump
in my pants.
I led Jill into the barn. Just inside the doorway where there was muted
light, there was a four-foot long bench which was about eighteen inches
wide and about two feet tall. It was for people to sit on to put their
boots on when they came out to ride their horses. I sat the
girl down and told to sit with her legs astride it. I sat down
astraddle behind her.
Jill made no objections as I untied and unbuttoned her blue
shirt. She was braless under it and her chest arched as my
hands covered her breasts and squeezed her soft titties. I
desperately wanted my skin against hers and I abandoned her soft orbs
long enough to get my own shirt off. She got rid of hers too. Then,
with my naked chest pressed tightly against the smoothness of her back,
I reached around to fondle her breasts and squeeze her nipples gently.
While I nuzzled Jill's neck with my mouth, one of my hands dropped to
slide under the elastic waistband of her shorts. She wasn't wearing
panties either, and my fingers slid onto pussy lips that were already
slippery in anticipation of what she'd come there for.
Apparently, she knew me better than I knew myself. She'd
played me like a well tuned piano. I slid a finger into her
pussy for the first time and, finding no obstruction there, got it as
deep into her as I could.
Her head fell back on my shoulder as she groaned.
"I knew that would feel good too when you finally did it," she moaned.
For several minutes, my hands took turns playing with Jill's feminine
'girlie girl' toys. My right hand played with her pussy while my left
played with both young breasts. She started wiggling as my
finger circled her slippery clitty.
"Jill," I whispered while nibbling on an earlobe. "Kick off your shoes
and slip off your shorts."
Jill stood and followed my instructions. She was undressing completely.
I began doing the same thing. Our clothing fell in a conjoined pile on
the dirt floor of the barn.
With Jill still standing, I sat back down. I played for a few minutes
with the nicest young ass I'd ever seen in my life. Bending the girl
over, I kissed the seductively enticing cheeks. This teenager's ass was
well-formed and protruded prominently out behind her body.
She seemed to know to spread her legs, and that sweet virgin pussy
winked at me.
She straightened up and I pulled her against me. I was kissing her back
and neck as she slowly sat down. Jill's smooth ass slid down my chest.
The slim legs straddling the bench were unintentionally positioning the
young female body in a way that when she sat her pussy was astride my
elongated cock. She seemed to know instinctively that if she
leaned forward and let her belly sag, she could rest her pussy lips
right on my prick.
I spread my knees wide, to give her room to move on my cock.
She wasn't all that heavy, and it didn't hurt. Jill found the
position in which she could rest, splitting her pussy lips perfectly on
my steel-hard cockshaft. She had already figured
out she could put pressure on her clit and her upper body, supported by
stiff arms on the bench, moved spasmodically. She moved
forward, just an inch and, holding her hips, I helped her move back.
She picked up the rhythm of that, jerking forward and back, leaning
more and more forward until I couldn't reach her titties any
more. She was supporting her own weight now, and moaning
loudly. I couldn't see her pussy, because her fine young butt
hid it, but I could imagine those weeping pussy lips and the hole that
kept riding forward to sit on my knob. When she did that, her
weight pushed the knob up into the hole.
I let the girl play while I contented myself with feeling her slippery
pussy lips jacking me off. Just that was getting close to
making me blow my load.
"Oh baby," I said at last. "This is too tempting. I need to
get you off and then you need to go home, OK?"
She looked over her shoulder. "How are you going to get me
off?"
I thought about that. I was pretty sure that if I could suck
her nipples that would help. And what popped into my mind
suggested a harmless way for me to get off too.
"How about you turn yourself around and try that from the front?"
She turned around and I lay back on the board. My cock
flopped up on my belly. She straddled the bench and almost
carefully settled her pussy down, this time on the underside of my
prick. I could see that her pussy was sticky with her
slippery girl juices. She was flushed and breathing hard.
"I like this," she said, her voice low.
She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest, which let her drag
her clit along my bumpy prick. Again, she found the head with
her hole, and wiggled, forcing it between those flushed lips.
In this position I could play with her tits again, and I made those
nipples stand out an inch as I pulled and pinched them. She
was moaning again.
Then, as I was trying to figure out how to get my mouth on
those nipples, and before I realized what she was doing, or could
react, she reached for my cock and lifted it as she stood up on her tip
toes. She pulled the tip to flushed pussy lips, notched it,
and then let her body weight impale her on it.
"Oh damn!" she gasped as her virginity was suddenly erased forever.
"Jill!" I yelped.
"Oh damn!" she groaned again. "That hurts! It's not
supposed to hurt!" Her eyes looked at me accusingly.
"I'd have told you it hurts the first time ... if you'd have asked me."
"If I'd have asked you, you wouldn't have let me do this."
She flexed her legs, rising a little and three inches slid out of
her. She stopped as if frozen and her eyes got wide.
"That part doesn't feel so bad!" she yipped. Very slowly she
sat back down. She leaned forward and I could feel her pussy muscles
flutter as she experimented with them. They loosened. "Mmm
it's better now," she commented. Then she stood up again,
taking all but the head out of her. "Ooooo Bob, when it moves
in me it feels good!"
"You need to get off, baby," I said. My voice was tight
because her pussy was tight and that sliding made me want to fertilize
her teenaged pussy.
"It's better now," she said. "I don't want to get off."
"If you keep doing that I'm going to squirt," I panted.
"But I don't want to get off," she complained. She rose and
fell several more times.
"You don't want to have a baby either!" I panted. "And I'm
about to make one in you if you don't get off!"
She sat down and rested. I could feel the tip of my cock
prying at her cervix.
"If I stop moving will that help?" she asked. Her pussy
muscles squeezed me as she continued exploring and experimenting with
them.
"I don't think so," I gasped. I felt a soothing leak of cum
ooze through my shaft.
She leaned forward again and her eyes widened as she realized she could
put pressure on her clit with it inside her too. She rubbed.
"Oh please get off!" I almost sobbed.
"Oh I don't think so, Bob," she gasped back at me.
Her hips picked up speed as she figured out how to rub
faster. About the time she started chanting "Oh shit ... oh
shit" my cock gave up and the first long rope of spunk blew right
straight into her womb.
"Ahhhhhh!" she groaned. "You squirted! I can feel
it! Oh damn, Bob, it's so hot!"
My prick pulsed four more times as she started moving again, and she
wailed her happiness as she had her first orgasm from actual
intercourse. Her pussy knew what to do and it
sucked me dry. I didn't have a drop left in me when she
finally lay down on my chest, full of sperm and cock, and panted.
It was right then that a female voice broke the stillness that, up to
now, had only contained Jill's and my fevered panting.
"Well, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I would never have believed
it. My little girl has finally grown up!"
"Mom!" yipped Jill, sitting back up.
I turned my head to see Lynne, standing there in her work clothes, arms
folded, surveying her daughter's rapist.
"Oh fuck," I groaned.
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