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Introduction:

This is the nearly true story of the first time May and I had sex.
This story, as are all the stories in this series, is almost true. This is how it really happened. Almost.

My best friend Brad and I grew up together. Hunting, fishing, girls, driving, drinking, and just about everything else we learned together. He knows more about my dirty secrets than anyone on the planet, even my wife. I know more about all the dirty secrets in his life than anyone else, even his wife. If he’d have been a girl, we probably would have ended up fucking each other’s brains out, but we had to settle for a couple of steamy mutual jackoff sessions and a couple other interludes. But those aren’t the details for this story, this is a story about his third wife, Ellen and her two daughters May and April.

Brad’s first wife, Lannie, left him after a few months of post-high school wedded bliss. We both knew they were too young, but his little head overruled his big head and he married for lust right after graduation. Brad’s second wife, Farrah, was really something special. Beautiful and artistic, we were all devastated when Farrah fell ill to leukemia and died in less than three months. Brad climbed into the bottle and swam around for several years, working for various farmers and truckers, driving anything that moved to pay for his drinking. I had my own life and got married, started a family and moved a couple states away. I was sick of seeing Brad trying to drink himself to death before he was thirty.

One summer afternoon, as preparations were underway for the county fair, Brad was called on to deliver a load of alfalfa hay to the horse barn for the young contestants. While he was there he met a no-nonsense woman ten years older than him. Her name was Ellen and she was plain to look at, but she had a huge heart and no capacity for bullshit. By this time Brad looked ten years older than his age and his thinning hair was starting to tint with gray. Still athletic enough to jump up onto a hay bed and strong enough to throw bales all day without rest, he caught Ellen’s eye. She asked him out, and having no good reason to say no, Brad agreed. He suggested they meet at a local tavern for a beer and she told him that she didn’t abide by wasting her time in beer joints. She told him to come by their trailer behind the horse barn and she would cook him a good meal and introduce him to her girls.

Brad showed up on time, having washed his face and hands in a horse trough, slicked his hair back with water, and put on a semi-clean cowboy shirt from his semi-truck. Ellen was in charge of the local 4-H club and during fair week, she and her daughters moved out to the fair grounds and took up residence. If any of the clubbers wanted to spend the night at the fair, Ellen was there to chaperone. The parents appreciated this. When Barry approached the fifth wheel trailer, he was impressed by the setup. Under the roll out awning was a table and chairs on a piece of outdoor carpet. They had put up decorations that made it seem homey and there were steaks cooking on the charcoal grill. To Brad, it was the first domestic scene he’d been a part of for six years. The two girls, red-haired seventeen year old April and blonde-haired fifteen year old May along with their mother, made Brad feel at home. From that evening on, he was part of their lives. Four months later, on New Year’s Eve, they were married. I stood beside Brad for the third time as his best man and despite the age difference, I was glad to see the two of them get hitched. After the wedding the two newlyweds climbed into their pickup truck and drove off to the coast for a week in a cottage without television or telephone. The girls, though old enough to care for themselves, were to have Ellen’s sister Karen stay with them. On New Year’s Day, just hours after the newlywed’s departed, Karen was caught with a man by her husband and holy hell broke loose. Karen’s husband drove back to St. Louis without her and she abandoned her responsibility to her nieces to chase after him to beg forgiveness.

By the time I heard about the last turn of events, I decided I would stick around and keep an eye on the girls myself. I went out to Ellen’s ranch, and found the two teen girls hard at work caring for the fifteen horses they used in their riding stable. I lent a hand for the afternoon and I was confident that these two young women would be perfectly fine on their own, so long as April and May went to school. They didn’t have much use for school except for athletics. They were smart enough, they just preferred the outdoors, horses and the ranch. April was a good athlete, short and strong, but not great. May was a very good athlete, excelling in volleyball, basketball and track. If May had two practices to attend when the seasons overlapped, April would do the work of two hands back on the ranch. It was just the way they were raised.

Every afternoon, about half an hour after school let out, I would stop by the ranch and lend a hand with the chores. May had basketball practice that stretched to after dark and when she got home, she’d be famished. If she needed to, she would go out to the barns in the dark and tend horses, but April and I made sure she could eat, do her homework and relax. I would hang around in the evenings until bedtime and make sure they were good and then I’d drive back to my own house and family. Three days before the newlyweds were to return, I headed out to ranch to lend a hand with the chores. As I walked into the barn, I could see one of the studs tied in the alleyway and April was standing on an overturned feed bucket curry-combing the big horse. She saw me enter the end of the barn and kept right at her task.

As I walked toward her, she placed her left hand on the rump of the stallion and started combing stroking his side with long up and down strokes. Her actions were causing a reaction in the stud. His cock was beginning to extend. As I viewed her butt wiggling in those Lee jeans, it was causing the same reaction in mind. Having seen plenty of horse cocks in her seventeen years, April didn’t react to the horse’s arousal. She just kept combing the hair on the side of her beast and shaking her ass at me. When I finally drew up behind her, she straightened up and turned around. Flat footed, I am more than a foot taller than she is. On that feed bucket, she’s just about the right height to be kissed.

“Hey Dave! Are you ready to get dirty?” She had a look of pure mischief in her green eyes. For the first time I noticed just how deeply emerald her eyes were. They always twinkled, but I had never been so close I could really get a good look. Her seventeen year old face was nearly flawless. Even the light sprinkling of freckles accented her fresh skin. Her lips were red and full without lipstick. She leaned against the stallion which supported her weight easily. She was wearing a blue and white patterned cowgirl shirt and the top two buttons unsnapped. Her full breasts created a line where they were mashed together by her bra. The line led down into her shirt, drawing my eye into her cleavage. When I realized what I was doing, I raised my eyes quickly.
“See something you like?” she asked, shifting her weight and thrusting her hips out just a bit.

“I hadn’t realized how attractive you have become,” I admitted. Maybe honesty would get me off the hook. “If I were a younger man and single, I’d be all over you that’s for sure.” She blushed but didn’t turn away. “You are gonna be breaking hearts wide open, all over the range, mark my words.”

“You are just saying that! Boys don’t even notice me.” Though she hadn’t ever been asked on a date, I was certain she was drawing attention of boys her age. Maybe she wasn’t bathing suit model beautiful because she had full hips from riding horses for hours a day. Maybe her breasts were too big for her petite frame. Maybe the smell of horse manure that lingered in her hair after morning chores set her apart from townie girls. But I was certain there were boys that found her lustfully attractive. After all, I am ten years older than she is and I would love to get her naked and have my way with her.

“I am not just saying that. You are easy to look at.” To emphasize my point, I took a long look at her, even wandering around to get a really good look at her as she leaned on her horse.

“Really, what’s my best feature then?” She looked down at her plump breasts as if to give me permission to say her tits. I moved back around in front of her.

“Well, you know how to make boots and jeans look damn sexy,” I said, indicating her ass. “And you sure can make mannequin jealous by the way you wear a western shirt. “ I moved closer, close enough to reach around her waist, my face only inches from her. I began to whisper. “When you smile, you turn a gray day sunny. But if you want me to pick one feature, it’s a tie. Your eyes are so green I want to swim around in them and your lips are so kissable I want to spend an hour just tasting them.” I moved even closer, now my lips were nearly touching hers, our eyes locked. She flicked her tongue out, wetting her lips. I took that as a cue and I leaned in and kissed her lightly. She tasted sweet and salty.

“What did you think of that?” I asked as we finally separated.

“Nice. But what about your wife? I feel like a little home-wrecker.”

“Don’t worry about her. One kiss isn’t going to wreck our home.”

“You aren’t going to stop at one kiss, are you?” she asked, sounding disappointed. “You are the first boy I kissed and that was so nice. I want to do it again.” I responded by leaning in and kissing her again. This time she looped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer, pressing her full milky breasts into my chest. I put my arms around her waist and let my hands roam up and down her sides. We stood like that for several minutes, kissing and touching. I started to caress the cheeks of her firm ass through her Lee jeans.

“I want to do more,” she admitted. “But I am scared. Will you stop if I say so?”

“Of course. Would you like to go someplace a little more comfortable than standing on a feed bucket?” She laughed and stepped down.

“We’d better get the horses fed and watered first. I don’t know how long we are gonna be at it. We might be too tired to do chores. After.” My cock jumped at the thought of ‘after’. We hustled through the feeding and watering in record time. All the stalls were mucked and the horse all had fresh bedding. I looked at my watch. We’d have at least an hour before May got home from practice. After we put the tools away and hung up the water hose, I spun April around and bent down over her and kissed her full on the lips. She responded by pulling on my neck and I lifted her up with one arm, again pressing her breasts against my chest.

“Where would you like to go? The house?”

“No,” she replied. “I’ve always dreamed my first time would be in the colt barn, up in the hayloft like one of those old stories.”

The colt barn was the oldest barn on the ranch. The upper levels were full of sweet grass hay and alfalfa bales. The colts under two years old were all penned in the lowest level and the tack room took up the center aisle. April ducked into the tack room and grabbed two wool horse blankets and threw them over her shoulder. She scrambled up the wooden ladder built into the side of the barn and through the trap door into the floor above. I followed her up. We scrambled over a pile of bales to a spot on the other side that had been cleared of bales as they were fed. She through the blankets out to make a spot for us to lay down. The smell was the essence of summer. Sweet hay and sunshine. Though it was cold outside, here in this nest of hay, it was remarkably cozy. There was a little light from the high windows in the ends of the barn and in the six dormers that interrupted the broad expanse of roof. Dim but as our eyes adjusted, we could make out the details just fine.

“Should I take off all my clothes?” she asked as she knelt on the edge of the blanket, sitting on her own feet.

“Why don’t we take it a little slower than that,” I said, when I had meant to scream YES! “Let’s just get to know each other and that way if you feel like we are going too far, you can say WHOA!” I knelt down in front of her and then guided her to her side, and then her back, laying down next to her and leaning over to kiss her. We kissed for a long time before I started kissing the rest of her face. I kissed her lightly on her cheeks, flicking my tongue against her skin. When I kissed down her jawline to her ear, I began to nibble her neck and throat. She responded by giggling and springing up goose pimples all over her exposed skin.

“That tickles!” she said, trying to catch her breath. I didn’t relent. I kept my lips moving down her neck to the exposed skin on her chest. Kissing and licking nibbling. I brought my right hand up from her waist to cup her left breast for a moment before I began to unbutton her shirt. I kept kissing and licking the exposed flesh, until my face was between her ample breasts, my tongue tracing the top edge of her bra cup. I dropped my face down to the creamy taut skin of her abdomen. I kept kissing downward until I had to adjust my position to keep moving. I got up on my hands and knees and kept going, moving knees between her legs. When I had kissed my way down to her waist, I propped myself on my elbows and used both hands to release her big silver barrel riding champion belt buckle. I undid the big metal top button and then slowly lowered her zipper. I buried my nose in the satin smoothness of her panties and breathed deeply from her virginal odor. I rubbed my nose against her unclipped mound through those pale blue panties. Then, rising to my knees, I pulled off her boots, first one, then the other. I grabbed the hems of her jeans and tugged, removing her Lees with just a little cooperation from April. I grabbed her hands and pulled her upright, slipping her shirt the rest of the way off and then as she leaned forward, I undid the clasp in the back. I let her sink back, pulling her brassiere down her arms as she did so, allowing her largish breast to separate and rest in their natural position. Her nipples were full and firm, as dark red as her lips, hard and pointed toward the rafters of the barn.

I began kissing her leg, starting with the inside of her right ankle. I nibbled and licked my way up her smooth skin until I reached her panty-clad pussy. I mouthed her sex through her panties and then nibbled my way down the other leg. When I got to the ankle of her left leg, I rose back on my knees. I removed my own shirt, exposing my hair covered chest to her. I stood and kicked off my own cowboy boots and loosened my belt. I turned away and removed my blue jeans and shorts in one action. As I swung around to face her again, she could get a good look at my manhood for the first time. I am no stud horse, but I do have a nicely proportioned cock, thick and veiny. It was particularly hard as I appreciated the sexiness of the country girl laying in the hay in front of me.

“Are you ready to say ‘whoa’?” I asked before kneeling again. She touched the back of her left index finger to her mouth and shook her head no. She reinforced her intention by spreading her legs wider, allowing me to lie on top of her and enjoy her breasts for the first time. I spent my time getting to know them. As I lavished my attention on one and then the other, I occasionally bumped her sex with my cock, drawing a shiver from her each time.

“It’s still not too late,” I reminded her between kisses as I worked my way back to her panties.

“It’s. Ok. Keep. Going,” she stuttered between gasps.

I pulled her panties down, exposing the bright red hair of her pussy to the barn air. I could smell the arousal. She reeked of desire. I slipped my tongue down her crevice, tasting the moisture she was secreting. She responded by threading her fingers through the hair on my scalp, pulling me tighter to her pussy. I pushed my tongue through her thatch and into her labia, parting them with repeated strokes of my stiffened tongue. She bucked against my face, pulling me even deeper into her. As she grew more aggressive, so did I. I drove my tongue into her depths and pressed my nose against her clit. Slowly I rubbed my nose back and forth against her erect nub, all the while drinking from her juices. Her pelvis thrust upward against my onslaught. April’s thighs closed on my head. All those years of riding left her thighs firm and surprisingly strong. Just as I felt she could take no more, I reached up with my left hand and pinched her right nipple, slightly harder than I intended. My right hand moved under her ass and I pressed my middle finger into her cunt, moving my entire mouth up to envelope her engorged labia and clitoris. She shook and shuddered and then she stiffened. I stopped moving my tongue, just pressed it against her clit while she rode her orgasm. When I felt her begin to subside, I pinched her nipple again and gave it a tug while flicking her clit lightly. She immediately began to buck and shudder again. I kept this up until she squealed and begged.

“Stop! Please stop! I can’t take it anymore! STOP!” She was laughing and begging and gasping simultaneously. I stopped. Instead of pinching her nipples, I traced lazy circles around her erect areolas. She finally caught her breath and raised up on her elbows. “That’s SO much nicer than when I ride my horse.” She noticed the look on my face. “Yes, cowgirls can get off riding a western saddle, silly!”

Well that explained a lot.

“You lay down, it’s my turn!” She scrambled out from under me and pushed me over on my back. For the next ten minutes I lay there as she explored my body with her lips, tongue and hands. She was careful not to touch my cock or my balls. She licked my nipples which I found very erotic. She finally knelt down between my legs, my cock straining for attention. “How does this work? What am I supposed to do?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Do I just put it in my mouth or lick it all over? What?”

“Why don’t you just do what you want? Get to know it. Lick it, taste it, just don’t use your teeth too much. It is very sensitive. It’s okay for you to have fun. I don’t mind.” She responded by licking under the glans like it was an ice cream cone. I twitched involuntarily. She smiled and did it again, getting the same response. Finally she worked up the nerve to put the head in her mouth. It was like sticking my cock into a warm velvet pillow. She sucked the tip and then began to push more into her mouth. She succeeded in getting half of my erection into her mouth before she touched the back of her throat and scared herself.

“Do you like that?” she asked with those emerald eyes shining.

“Yes, very much,” I admitted. “What I would like more is to put it inside you. Are you ready to try?”

“I don’t know how, but yes I am ready to try.”

I rolled her onto her back and positioned myself between her legs. Her cunt was still steaming and wet. I placed my damp cock head against her pussy and parted her outer lips.

“Reach down between your legs and spread yourself for me. I don’t want to get your hair caught by mistake. You won’t like that.” We both giggled.

“I am the only girl I know of who doesn’t shave down there. Now I guess I have a reason to.” She reached down and parted her lips even more and I pressed in.

There is no more exquisite feeling in the world than a fresh, unfucked pussy. She was so hot and so wet and so tight, it was hard not to lose it when I was only halfway imbedded. I pulled out and pressed in again, going infintismally deeper. By the slightest degrees, I increased my tempo and the depth. After several minutes I felt my pubic bone pressing against hers. Her fingernails were digging into my back. Her heels were driving my ass deeper.

“What do you think? Should I stop or keep going?”

“If you stop now David, I will find you where you sleep and cut it off!” We both laughed and I began to fuck her in earnest. I was pumping and loving every gripping second. I crossed the threshold and I knew my orgasm was imminent.

“I am about to cum. When I do, I am going to pull out.”

“No don’t! I’ve been on the pill since puberty to combat acne and menstrual cramps. I want to feel you cum inside me. Please!”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I quickened my pace, throwing the strokes deep into her. We came together, each pouring out our vital juices to coat the other. Completely spent, I collapsed onto April, only barely carrying my weight on my elbows like a gentleman. A very empty, totally happy gentleman.

“When can we do it again?” She was so earnest I nearly laughed.

“Give me a few minutes to recover. Like ten hours worth. You were amazing! I don’t mean to be crude, but that was the best fuck I have ever had.” She beamed with pride.

“Thank you! You are so sweet to say so.” I could tell she meant it. I watched as she reached down between her legs and scooped out two fingerfuls of my cum. She put them in her mouth and swallowed. “Mmmm! That’s better than I expected. “ To reinforce her point, she kept dipping her fingers into her cunt and licking them clean.

“We’d better get dressed. Your sister will be calling for a ride home any minute.”

“Forget May. Let her find her own dirty old man!” We both laughed. Then we got dressed and headed up to the house to rustle up some dinner. When we came in the back door, May was seated at the table, eating a large bowl of cold cereal.

“Where were you two? I caught a ride home half an hour ago with Mrs. Pepik and Staci. I searched all over. I couldn’t find you.”

April and I looked at each other.

“We were just re-arranging the hay bales up in the colt barn,” April said, not really lying.

“That’s not what it looked to me when I stuck my head through the trap door,” she said with a grin. “It looked to me like you were rearranging a couple of horse blankets.”

“And tomorrow night we don’t have practice, so it’s my turn in the hay loft.”

You could have knocked either April or I over with a feather. “I don’t think that’s a good idea May. You are too young to be…..” She interrupted.

“It’s my turn and that’s all there is to it.”
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2013-02-19 05:43:03
When I was a very little girl my sister Janet and I always slept and bathed together. What we got up to in the shower and bed was nobodies business. Before I was 10, Janet who was then 11 and I, had both of us had the hairbrush handle right up inside us and we were really expert at pleasing each other with our tongues and fingers.
When I was 12 Janet and I went on a school trip with 28 other girls and I really believe that we were the last two of the group to get ourselves fucked and that happened on the ferry on the way home. Jon, who was a steward fucked Alice who was a friend of ours and they let us watch them and although Jon had cum in Alice he offered to fuck Janice and me, Alice said we should let him because it was nice. He fucked Janice first while Alice and I watched the he got on me. It was different to the things I'd had in me before and was really nice and filling. I'd thought my hole was about four inches deep but he got all of his cock in me very easily.

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