Dairyman’s Daughter 3





{/m/f m/f first times, mast, oral}






By Typoman



Edited by Typoman



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Larry Sanderson
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    A word about fantasy: My stories are just that, a FANTASY! They 
might contain a thread of an old childhood memory, or just be the 
brainchild of my fertile imagination. 
If you like to read stories like mine then more power to you! However, 
if you find yourself seriously contemplating abusing an innocent minor, 
then go seek help. Our children are our future. Don’t start (or 
continue) the cycle of sexual abuse. Enough said, on with the tale.












     It took about a week before the scrag marks that Cheryl's teeth had 
done to my prick healed. I still masturbated like crazy thinking about 
her. Especially the way I felt when I licked her pussy. I guess the best 
way to describe the feeling was power. The feeling of arousal a person 
gets when they cause another an intense orgasm. I'm hooked on eating 
pussy now and will be for the rest of my life. 
     It was about a month before I was able to be alone for any length 
of time with Cheryl again. I had been over to her house a few times and 
talked privately in her bedroom, but we couldn't do a damn thing there. 
She had to keep the door to her bedroom open while I was there. Not that 
her mother distrusted me, as a matter of fact, she never really checked 
on us while I was there. We were able to sneak in a few quick kisses and 
maybe a feel or two. 
     We were both so sexually frustrated. I had to do something. What 
happened turned out to be dangerous, but quite a turn on. Jim had the 
flue and had to stay home the afternoon that I went out to help Uncle 
George with the irrigation of the fields. 
     George Gordon wasn't really our uncle. The best way to describe him 
is to say that he was the last of the original old time cowboys. My 
parents met him when he worked for a riding stable in Phoenix. 
Eventually the stable was sold to a land developer and torn down. He was 
on social security and was not allowed to make a lot of money so he came 
to work and live with us. That old man had a lifetime of stories to 
tell. He probably forgot more about horses than I would ever know. 
     He would go out to the farm every morning and basically did 
whatever he felt like. Uncle George was also cool, He knew that Cheryl 
and I were sweet on each other and he kept his mouth shut about it. 
     Summer vacation had just begun, so I had a whole glorious 3 months 
to receive Cheryl's offer. I left with Uncle George that morning to help 
later that evening with the irrigation. Cheryl soon came over and Kept 
Uncle George and I company while we worked on the back pasture's fence. 
     My mind was certainly not on what I was doing and George knew it. 
Before long Uncle George got disgusted with my inattention and told me 
to go and sit down for a bit. Naturally, I sat next to Cheryl and held 
her hand while we made eyes at each other.
     We were not paying a lot of attention when I heard George say 
something about how "OLE Fritz could'a jumped any fence if he'da wanted 
to".
     I asked him, "Tell Cheryl about Your horse Uncle George! She'll 
like it!"
     I just loved to hear Uncle George talk about his experiences as a 
cowboy. His back was to us as he related the story about his "best 
cuttin' horse Fritz" Cheryl was sitting on the tailgate or our truck 
beside me, when I realized that Uncle George was letting us have a 
little moment of privacy and would not turn around. I put my arm around 
Cheryl. She flinched a little and gave me a worried look, darting her 
eyes to George's back as a signal. I just smiled and put my finger to my 
lips, then quietly kissed her. After a few minutes, she realized what 
Uncle George was doing for us, so she relaxed. 
     We were trying our best to keep quiet, but the small amount of 
noise that we made would have tipped anyone off. When Uncle George got 
to the "Then OLE Fritz just dug his tail in the ground and stopped" part 
of the story, I knew that his favorite tale was coming to an end. He 
slowly straightened up and then stretched his back and turned to us.
     "Larry, Could you go into the barn and get me that extra bag of 
fence clips? I couldn't find them the last time I looked for them. 
Cheryl Maybe you could go and help, huh?"
     This was our big chance, my feet wanted to run all the way to the 
barn with my girl in hand but I kept my cool and walked. When we got 
close to the barn Cheryl looked over to her house then gave out an 
exasperated sigh.
     "Shit! My mom's out front working in the yard Larry!"
     My heart sank when I looked over and saw that she was right. When 
we got to the barn and went inside, the bag of fence clips was right 
there on the floor beside the door. 
 when I tried to unbutton her blouse She pushed me away with a 
determined look on her face. 
     "NO LARRY! It's too dangerous! My Mom has eyes like a hawk. She'll 
be over here in about 5 minutes!"
     "Damn Cheryl!"
     "I know!" 
     Her hands went to my belt. Before I knew it my pants were down to 
my knees and Cheryl was pushing me back to sit on a sawhorse. She knelt 
on the dusty concrete floor and pulled my pants the rest of the way down 
to my work boots and spread my legs open. I gasped in unexpected 
pleasure when her lips slipped over the head of my cock and down the 
shaft. 
     She looked up at me "I'll be a whole lot more careful Larry, just 
let me know if what I'm doing feels good."
     Back to her task she went, her head bobbing up and down on my stiff 
prick. 
     One small contact of teeth against prick made me jump, although it 
didn't hurt. She looked up at me, her lips wet and glistening and 
mouthed a "Sorry" then went right back at it. 
     It was such a turn on to be able to see the complete act of having 
my prick sucked. Watching Cheryl's cheeks sucking in on the upstroke 
really got to me too!
     "God that's great Cheryl! Use your hands too!" 
     "MMMMhmmmm"
     She put one hand on my balls and GENTLY squeezed.
     Her lips made a wet smack when they left contact with the head of 
my cock. She continued stroking me with her hand and smiled devilishly 
up at me. 
     "I want you to come in my mouth Larry! I want to taste your come 
again!"
     I'm a real sucker for a girl talking dirty to me, especially after 
hearing her talk like such a nice girl for so long. I practically came 
on command for her right then and there.
     My body stiffened in response to the change in sensation of pre-
orgasm build up. 
     "Oh, It's gonna happen Cheryl!"
     "MMMMmmm!"
     "I'm gonna come just like you wanted Babe! Right in your mouth!"
     "MMMmmmHMMMmmmm!"
     "Remember to slow down when I get there okay?"
     "MMMM!"
     She shrugged her head to make me remove my hands from her head. 
They seemed to go there on their own volition. 
     "NNNN nnn". A definite "Don’t do that!" statement that I 
permanently logged in my memory banks.
     "Okay now baby slow down a little………A little more cause I'm gonna 
Oh! Here it AAARRRUUUGGGHHH!"
     "MMMmmmmm!"
     I desperately clenched my butt cheeks together and my prick muscles 
to hold the first eruption back Some must have leaked out because her 
mouth felt slicker. Like when I used hand lotion to jack off with. I was 
able to hold back for about 7 seconds. Which was a new record for me. 
     My hands went back to the sides of her head once again when I let 
loose with my first load. Realizing what I'd done, I jerked them away 
just in time to see her cheeks swell then return to normal after she 
swallowed my spunk down.
     "MMMMM!"
     My second wad was delivered just as she reached the furthest point 
of her upstroke. She swallowed again then she took all of me into her 
mouth in a quick thrust. I rewarded her action with a tonsil wash. 
     I gently touched her head with my hands, then removed them to tell 
her that I wanted her to stay right there with my prick against the back 
of her throat.
     All my muscle control that held my sperm delivery system in check 
gave up and relaxed, no longer able to hold the flow back. 
     Cheryl greedily accepted each gush from my erupting fuck stick. She 
gave out a long cock muffled "MMmmmmmmmmmm" that only ceased when she 
swallowed my secretions. When her throat cleared, she voiced her 
acceptance and pleasure again. All the while she gently squeezed my 
balls and tickled them alternately. 
     The light from the open door to the barn grew dim. The next thing I 
knew I was in Cheryl's arms. She had been holding me up. I looked into 
her expression and saw her arousal and satisfaction at the same time. 
She went to kiss me, then hesitated. Thinking, "Who would want to kiss 
the lips of a woman that just sucked a cock and tasted like sperm?"
     My actions told her "I certainly would!"
     Taking her face in my hands, I kissed her fully on the lips and 
even slipped my tongue into her mouth. The taste of my own sperm was 
both revolting and stimulating at the same time. 
     "That was FANTASTIC!" I told her when we separated. "You were great 
babe!"
     I reached down and took my cock in one hand, then ran my finger up 
the underside from the base to the tip. Cheryl had been watching what I 
was doing. She smiled then quickly lapped up the goober I milked out for 
her. 
     Cheryl imitated my milking action and brought up the last traces of 
my spunk, then she slowly took all of me down her throat. We kissed once 
again while both of her hands squeezed my youthful still very hard cock. 
     We both jumped when we heard Uncle George's voice just outside the 
barn door. 
"Well Hello Mrs. McClure! How are you doing today?"
     Cheryl's mother's voice was a lot fainter and thus farther away 
than Uncle George's. He had been watching out for us and saved our butts 
big time!
     My pants were up and buckled in a flash, Cheryl wiped her cum 
slicked lips on the long sleeve of her blouse and gave me a quick, 
worried smile. 
     "Yeah Mrs. McClure, I needed a bag of fence clips that I couldn't 
find earlier. Hey you kids, you havin' any luck finding that bag for 
me?"
     I snatched up the bag and headed out the door just as Cheryl's Mom 
was about five feet away. 
"Yeah We found it Uncle George!"
     "Oh good! Where the heck was it then Larry? I looked all over for 
it this morning!"
     Cheryl spoke up before my hesitation could give us away.
      "Oh it was on the bottom shelf behind that bag of oats Uncle 
George!"
     "Well I'll be dammed! Oops pardon me Ma'am!" He said while tipping 
his old yellowed cowboy hat to Cheryl's mom. 
     "Cheryl, Dinner is going to be ready in about 5 minutes you better 
go and get washed up."
     "Okay Mom I'll be right there."
     "Maybe Larry and Mr. Gordon would like to join us Cheryl. Why don't 
you ask them?"
     George said "I appreciate your offer Ma'am, but I still got a lot 
of things to get ready, We're getting irrigation this evening. I bet 
Larry's hungry though, ain't you boy!"
     I caught his quick knowing wink and replied "Thanks Mrs. McClure, 
I'd like that!"
     "Oh good Larry! Come along then, you can wash up at our house. 
Cheryl, go get your daddy from the milk house then we'll sit down and 
eat."
     It was so sexy to see Cheryl lick her lips while we were eating. I 
knew that she was doing it for me. Cheryl was really good at deceiving 
her parents. Our eyes rarely met the whole time we were at the table. 
     Cheryl saw me to the door and said her goodbye in a casual self-
controlled tone. After I reached the edge of her yard, I looked back to 
see a closed door. She was a master at keeping up the "just a friend" 
pretense. 
     During the dinner, Mrs. McClure told Cheryl that her cousin Colleen 
was coming down from Chino Valley to spend the summer with them. My 
heart sank to my knees when I realized that my chances to get Cheryl 
alone again were going to get very slim soon. Then my hopes brightened 
when I thought that Jim could have someone to ride with and keep him 
busy.
     I asked Mrs. McClure "How old is Colleen?"
     "Oh lets see, I think she'll be about…"
     "Eleven I think Larry." Cheryl broke in. "She can be a pest 
sometimes, but all in all she's okay."
     "FUCK!" I said to myself. "She's gonna hang around us like stink on 
shit!"
     "Oh Cheryl! Back in Chino Valley, you and Colleen were inseparable! 
Why the big change now?"
     "Oh nothing Mom, I guess I'm just older now."
     "I see! Well just remember, she'll be older too!"
     I kicked a rock as I crossed the road on the way back to our farm. 
"Just what I need! A little snot nosed brat hanging around us! Well 
Maybe Jim isn't so picky about age as he says he is!"

Author's note:
     I was starting to get a little uncomfortable with the adult/minor 
stories I was writing. Also, I wanted to experiment with my character 
forcing/coercing the female into doing things that they would never 
normally do. 
     After a lot of thought, I remembered the girl Cheryl McClure who's 
father worked at the dairy across the street. She and I were sort of 
sweet on each other but being young, we never even kissed. (Yes, she 
really had really nice breasts just like I described, even in the 6th 
grade) Along came the cousin Colleen, a flat-chested younger girl with a 
slightly homely face. I pitched a bitch when my brother insisted that 
Cheryl should ride with him because of the ages involved. Wouldn't you 
know it, about a month later we decided to go out into the barley field 
and make out. There really wasn't anything wrong with Colleen except for 
the fact that I wanted to have Cheryl. My brother was the one that got 
to kiss Cheryl. That was all he did too! I remember that Colleen's lips 
were tight against her teeth, which made her a horrible kisser. 
     So here I was, stuck with this younger girl who by the way had a 
crush on me and was more than willing to kiss me. She was really not 
that bad of kid all in all, if only she had tits!

     To this very day, I swear on top of a stack of bibles that if I 
were with Cheryl, I would have at least felt up those wonderful breasts 
of hers!

     The root of this story involves Colleen. The poor kid who naturally 
has a crush on me is going to have to do a lot of things that she would 
never normally do to prove that she is old enough to be my girlfriend. 
     Chapter 4 just needs editing. It involves a talk with Cheryl who 
agrees and wants me to use her. Colleen turned out to be from a very 
poor family and was teased and ostracized by her schoolmates because of 
her old worn out clothes. Naturally, Cheryl's mom knows that Cheryl and 
I are sweet on each other and makes sure that Cheryl rides with Jim. She 
takes me inside and asks me to be nice to Colleen because of the hard 
life she's lead so far. She wanted me to understand about separating me 
from Cheryl. I won't elaborate any more about chapter 4 because it will 
be posted very soon. 
     I can't wait till I get to the part where Colleen agrees to let me 
do anything I want (chapter 5). She can back out at any time, but that 
would be the last of me allowing a girl with only sticky out nipples and 
a bald pussy to be my girlfriend. 
     What will the first thing I do after she understands exactly what 
she's getting into and agrees? 
     Shit! I've known from the very beginning of the story just exactly 
what I'm gonna do! I'm gonna reach right out and………Shit! I better not 
tell you or you're gonna expect it. That'll spoil the whole story! 
     Never fear! I'm gonna post this chapter tonight, edit chapter 4, 
then start to work on chapter 5! I'm raring to get to the main reason I 
started this line of stories!


     11/14/99 4:00 PM. MY brother called today. He's pretty clean cut 
and always has been. I brought up Cheryl and the barley field for him to 
remember. How he was the one that got to kiss Cheryl. What was his 
answer?
     "But Larry, All I did was kiss her."
GRRRRRRR!