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"Little Miss Becky" Author: Sam Phencer Article Number: 0001

   "Little Miss Becky"

   The summer breeze skimmed the rooftops and crossed the courtyard, the
tall French window doors ajar, the breeze found easy access to the room,
delicate lace slightly yellowed to soft cream with age lifted and parted as
if feather light as the air filled the room with it's countryside
freshness. Across the room it spread like a giant hand lightly caressing
all within it's path and on to the thin sheet beneath which Rebecca lay in
slumber.  The cloth was close to her young body, contours of her outlined
in white cotton like a great statue carved of white marble, each curve of
her thigh clearly defined as the cloth fell between them, the flatness of
her stomach, the sudden rise of the cloth as it clung to her full breasts,
rising and falling with her living, finally ceasing at the nape of her neck
where the soft material rode up in folds like the sea against the smooth
shore of her soft and pale skin, fair golden hair cascaded across the
feathered pillows framing a face of pure beauty, with full pink lips,
delicate skin and magnificent deep blue eyes not yet stirred.

   Rebecca felt the coolness of the morning breeze as it brushed against
the sheet, her body prickled with it's touch, her skin acknowledging the
softness of it's caress, as she woke she breathed the freshness deeply, her
firm breasts pressing against the thin cover feeling the coolness awaken
her soft nipples to hardness, straining against the cotton as she stretched
her body into awakening.  A tingling within her filled her with emotion,
she was in tranquillity, Rebecca was home, her first day back where she
grew up after such a long time with her studies.

   Brushing the thin cover aside Becky rose and moved to the window, the
breeze had left making way for the morning sunlight to break through the
open doors and light all it touched, as she stepped into the opening Becky
felt the warmth on her naked skin, gently warming where the earlier breeze
had cooled, she held her head back and closed her eyes, basking in the
morning sun which lapped at the very beauty of her soft and firm body
framed within the creamy lace of the window.  it was time to dress and
relive the memories of her farm upbringing, time to explore.

   "Good morning papa" said Becky to the ageing man at the breakfast table.
"Mornin' my sweet" he replied "Sleep well ?" "Terrifically !, Oh to wake in
that room is ............Ohhhh!...divine !" "Everything with such
enthusiasm with you my girl, what will become of you ?" her Father
laughingly said. "Hmmm, that's my way" said Becky, "enthusiasm in
everything.  Like today, I'm to explore our farm to see what has changed"
"Not much, but have a good day all the same, it's market day for me so take
care" He kissed her on the forehead as she crammed freshly baked bread and
jam into her mouth and left by the heavy door.  Becky was alone on the farm
and it was time to look around.

   Becky crossed the courtyard and passed through the old stone archway and
into the gardens of the manor.  the big old greenhouse had always been one
of her favourite places as a child, always in need of attention and rarely
did it have anything really thriving in there it was a place she would go
and live her fantasies of such only young children can have before the
realities of the world are thrust upon them.  How she had dreamed of the
long glass building filled with flowers life. As Becky pressed against the
doorway to enter the greenhouse a wonderful scent filled the air, rich I
perfume and life her face lit as she inhaled the wondrous flavour of
summer. Pushing the door aside she gazed in wonderment at the sight before
her, colour bursting from every surface, magnificent blooms the likes of
which she had never seen filled the room, straining towards the sunlight as
if trying to grasp it as it streamed through the dusty glass.  Becky swept
along the aisle, breathing the heavy scent as she ran, so many colours, so
much life.  Eventually Becky sat in her once favourite spot, against the
main roof support, a wide and solid Oak beam, still hugely twice her width,
it always had soft ground beneath it and the beam was strangely warm and
soft to touch. A figure appeared at the far end of the greenhouse, Becky
watched bemused as he wandered seemingly aimlessly from one table to the
next prodding at the plants, raising a leaf here and there, his touch was
gentle and she could hear his soft voice as he tenderly addressed many
plants in turn as if greeting an old and close friend.  Becky smiled softly
to herself as he moved ever closer to her until eventually he looked up
past the nearest table and saw her sitting on the ground, her hair striking
in the sunlight contrasting against the dark of the Oak, a sweet Eighteen
year old face with full red lips in half smile and vivid blue eyes staring
up at him.  Full breasts he could see within her laced bodice, the tops
swelled with each breath her cleavage clearly visible between the strands
of lace holding the white material together, thin waisted and long flaying
skirt raised slightly to show smooth slim legs and delicate feet. "Why, who
are you m'dear ?" came the question, "Don't you know Tom ?" Becky replied
"You seem to know me but I'm not sure.........why it never is !" "Never is
who Tom ?" she asked as she rose to meet him, he turned, back to the beam
as she stepped around him, his frame almost matching the width of the
ageing wood, Becky noted his stature was always strong and athletic for a
man of 45, she had always thought him attractive and indeed his looks and
physique had little changed since she was a girl. "Little Miss Becky !" Tom
exclaimed. "Little !" Becky exclaimed playfully, "Aye, you'll always be my
little `un I reckon, always trouble too" His note had soured slightly, she
remembered how he never really had much to smile about and always chased
her and complained of her presence in `His' garden. "Oh come now Tom, I'm a
big girl now, and this Greenhouse is magnificent, your work ?" "Aye it is,
and a lot of it so don't go messing with it, I never get the thanks for it
so I don't see how it's anyone's to enjoy but mine, so if you'll leave that
would be fine" his words were challenging and Becky was not one to decline
a challenge. "Oh Tom, you are such a sourpuss, I think this place is
magnificent and I would like to thank you for giving me my Eden" Stepping
towards him she held a lace of her blouse in each hand, as she stood before
him she slowly pulled at the laces, feeling the drawing of the cords as the
knotted bow released and her breasts pushed the material apart to free
themselves partially from their restraint. "Little Miss Becky !" Tom
exclaimed and stumbled back, tripping his heels against a slightly raised
stone, feeling his balance fade away he tottered over slightly backwards
until his shoulders stopped his fall against the familiar warmth of the Oak
beam. Becky seized her opportunity and stepped forward, pressing against
him so he could not move, he could see the rise and fall of her young full
breasts against his chest as the bodice relaxed it's containment of her
with every move. "I think you need thanking......properly" Becky whispered
in his ear, her hands moving down him until she cupped his manhood through
his heavy canvas trousers, felling him grow as she kneaded, his sighs he
tried to restrain but he was helpless, in both his imbalance and the vision
of youthful womanhood before him. Becky released his heavy belt, the pants
fell open, buttons long gone and never replaced, reaching her hands around
him she tugged his trousers to the floor, no undergarments was Tom's way
and she was glad, less fumbling, Becky felt his cock press against her
stomach, she looked down and as her eyes fell to his hardness her hand
followed, "Oh Tom, it's not only huge plants you have grown !".  his cock
was thick, very thick and longer than most she had held, both hands
together wrapped around him, the pinkness of it's concealed head glowing
through his foreskin, heavy balls beneath full with sweet juices of Becky's
favourite kind. Sliding down his body she fell to her knees before him,
hands working slowly at his hard cock, slowly sliding the skin back and
forth, Tom moaned and still looked somewhat shocked, looking down
momentarily he saw Becky's loveliness and sweetness against her full
breasts oozing from her opened top, her hands firmly grasping and working
his painfully hard cock, as he looked she glanced up at him and smiled,
opening her mouth she licked delicately around her lips until they were
moist and wet, as she drew his foreskin all the way back and moved her head
slowly forward Tom groaned heavily and looked towards the sky.  Becky's wet
lips brushed against his purple cock end as she breathed warmth and wetness
onto his cock, slowly she fed more than half of his cock into her waiting
mouth, riding over her smooth tongue and stopping deep within her oral
softness, she felt him shudder and his cock twitch with thrill.  Becky drew
him out of her and plunged him deep within once more, feeling his cock push
at her throat, then pull at her full lips, her hands working on him in
unison, one grasping his cock firmly at the base and working his cock back
and forth, the other cupping his heavy balls and caressing them gently as
if willing the sperm to fight for release.  Tom's gaze fell to his cock,
pale soft skin and wet red lips worked his cock back and forth, looking
beyond he could see full breasts, swollen with pleasure, now free from
their restraint and smoothly swaying as her head moved ever back and forth
as he fucked deep into her hot mouth.  Though his balance was gone his
thoughts had remained with him, as Becky slowed and moved her hands his
thought too banished him and left him in bewildered heaven. Becky slowed
and held just the tip of his cock in her mouth, her lips now moist and
slippery with his pre-cum, his cock shining in the sunlight with her
saliva, moving her hand from his cock she reached beneath his legs until
her hands rested one on each buttock, cupping his firm arse, as she kneaded
his cheeks she drew his hips towards her slowly, gently moving her head
forwards she drew him in a fraction at a time, feeding his hard cock deep
into her mouth towards her throat.  Tom felt the smoothness engulf him and
waited for her to pull away again, but she did not, his cock moved deeper
into her mouth until he felt the entrance of her throat press against the
head of his cock, "Aahhhhhh!" Tom cried as she forced the tightness and
hotness of her throat over his cock, sliding in deeper until her lips
pressed against the very base of his cock and his balls, his complete
length held deep within her wet mouth.  Sliding slowly out he knew he was
nearing the end, again Becky swallowed him deeply, working the pace from
slow swallowing to fast penetration until Tom was willingly thrusting his
hips, forcing his cock to fuck her mouth and throat, feeling the softness
and warmth envelope his hardness beyond his wildest dreams. Becky moved her
hands once more to his cock and drew him from her mouth, working his cock
back and forth she stared in amazement at his hardness, purple and
throbbing as she thrust him back and forth, the deep vein beneath his cock
swollen and pulsing, the shine of her saliva and his juices glowed on his
cock, she could taste him still in her mouth and new it would not be long
before she tasted him completely.  Tom looked down at her face, so close to
his straining cock, she was working him with her hands, her face apparently
entranced by his full manhood not an inch away from her moist and pouting
lips.  As Tom let his head fall back he knew he was moments away from
bliss, feeling the know beneath his stomach and his hardness strain under
her grip his head began to spin as the pressure within him rose. Becky felt
his hardness grow and his body begin to shake, once again she leaned
forward and took him into her warm mouth, as she worked his cock back and
forth with her hands Becky's head began to bob back and forth, warm moist
lips sliding up and down his hardness, over the sensitivity of his cock
head and back again to engulf him into her mouth, repeatedly she sucked him
in, as she felt his pressure build she slowed slightly, letting him feel
the warmth and softness as he fucked her mouth, her hands working his cock
before her. Tom tensed and his head was in turmoil, the build was
intensifying yet release would not come, only more pressure until his head
spun like he was falling in darkness not knowing if he was standing or
falling, the knot within him tightened unbearably and he begged for release
and bliss. Becky worked harder on him now, hands thrusting back and forth,
Tom jerking his hips towards her, Becky sliding her mouth vigorously up and
down his cock, feeling the pressure within, his body tensed before her, his
jerking stopped, she slowed her hands and mouth so his cock was smoothly
sliding over her tongue, back and forth, she knew he could feel every inch
of her mouth wrapped around him, and then he came. Becky drew her head back
so only the tip of his cock was inside her mouth, as she felt the rush of
his fluid within his cock she slid her head forward and drew his cock deep
into her now slippery mouth, his cock began to buck and jerk, Becky felt
his balls within her hands tighten and then twitch as the spunk she had
worked so hard for burst free from him and sprayed against the back of her
throat, splashing repeatedly against the inside of her mouth as he came,
Becky slid him slowly in and out, feeling his juices spurt into her,
tasting the saltiness of his juices as his jerking subdued, the final flow
of his spunk oozing from his hard cock and falling onto her tongue in
dollops she could feel running across her tongue and down her throat. 
Tom's gaze fell to her as she drew his spent cock from her mouth, a string
of cum stretched from the corner of her mouth to his shining cock,
glistening in the sunlight he watched it release from his cock end and fall
to rest on the uppermost swell of her breast, a small amount of his juices
followed from her red lips and ran down her chin, to join the droplet and
flow with it down her rounded breast and onto the swollen nipple where it
formed once again into a droplet and fell to the floor. Tom looked back to
Becky's till holding his cock, her face held an expression of satisfaction
and one of familiar mischief he had seen before many years ago. With the
taste of him still in her mouth and his juices across her face and chest
Becky rose to stand before him.  As she stepped back she reached for the
string of her bodice, grasping the ends she drew the cord tight, once more
feeling the material close around her heavy breasts, the delicate trail of
his cum now hidden beneath the light cloth.  Deftly re-tying the bow and
releasing the cord Becky looked at Tom, still standing awkwardly and
imbalanced against the heavy beam, trousers down, his cock hanging, still
swollen from her touch.  Tom looked at her and she made eye contact with
him, as a smile fell to her lips she said softly, "Little Miss Becky indeed
!" Becky turned and in an instant she was gone, onto more `exploring'.

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