Big hands picked up the apple blossom. Big, strong, rough, hardworking hands.

Big hands grabbed her by the bottom and she squirmed and laughed as they propelled her up into the air until she was on his lap, straddling him, facing him. He kept lifting her until her cheek was against his and she laughed more as she felt his rough whisker stubble against her soft cheek.

"Kiss me, Apple Blossom," he said, his deep blue eyes twinkling.

She sat back, hesitating.

"No one's around, just a little kiss."

She felt her cheeks get warm as she leaned in and pressed her lips against his.

She loved the way he smelled. A whole bunch of smells all mixed together; a bit of dirt, a bit of gasoline, a bit of apples. And a stronger smell, and taste, of drink, and an even stronger smell and taste of... Of what? She recognized the smell, she smelled it on her papa, too. It was the smell of men. Of grown up men.

Her heart suddenly started beating harder.

His big hands were gripping her bottom tight, holding her up and in, but she had to pull her face away from his. It was too much for her, it made her heart race, which made her feel scared and nervous.

He let her pull away, he moved his big hands up her back as she sat down on his lap.

And then she felt "it." She was only eight years old but she knew what "it" was. She pushed herself against it, feeling it through his jeans and her panties. And she rubbed herself against it, once, twice...

She felt tingles in her privates. She felt her face go hot. She felt her heart pound. And she jumped off his lap, frightened and overwhelmed by the feelings, and then she grinned at him, wanting him to think that she stopped because she was a tease, not because she was scared.

He smiled and made a funny grunting noise and reached his big strong hands in her direction but she scampered out of the room.



She felt hot as she lay on her bed. She could still smell him, even now. She wished she were still sitting on his lap. Why did she run away? Next time, she won't run away. That's what she always tells herself. Next time, she'll stay.

If she stayed, she would smell him and taste him forever, and she wouldn't care that her heart was pounding so hard it made her feel sick, she would just sit on his lap and not be so scared of all those feelings.

She tried to think about his boner, too. She tried to imagine what it would look like. She tried to imagine what it would feel like if he put it inside her. She really couldn't even imagine what it would feel like, but just thinking about it made her scared.



He had his big hands on her bottom again and she grinned as she let him propel her onto his lap.

"My Apple Blossom!" he said with a beautiful broad smile.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" she asked him.

"Yes, I do!"

She let him pull her into him and she kissed him. He smelled stronger today. He smelled of dirt and sweat and wood and leaves. She kept her lips pressed into his even though her heart was pounding so hard she thought she would die.

She felt his fingers kneading at her bottom while they kissed. Squeezing, pinching, gripping tight.

It made her heart pound hard to feel his hands squeeze her bottom. But this time, she didn't run away. She wanted to so badly, but she stayed.

And then she felt his fingers moving. Moving down. Gently and carefully exploring, spreading and pressing and poking, until a finger pressed against the little hole in her bottom.

And then her heart was pounding so hard that she was certain she was going to die while his finger gently rubbed her hole through her dress and her panties.

And it felt good. It made her nervous and embarrassed and scared, but it felt really nice.

And then his fingers moved down even further and she knew that he was going to touch her privates now. And she was so scared and nervous, and she didn't want him to touch her privates. But she lifted herself up a bit and opened her legs a bit more so that his fingers had room.

Right as his big strong hands slipped down her bottom and his fingers slipped over her privates, there was a sound of a truck pulling up to the house.

"I think my papa's home," she said. He took his fingers off her privates and patted her on the bottom and then she stood up and gave him a sweet little smile, her hands clasped behind her back, then ran away to her bedroom.



Big, strong hands held her tight around her waist and lifted her up into the air. She squealed, arms and legs flailing, then came crashing and splashing down into the water.

She came up, sputtering and laughing, and he laughed, too, his big, hearty, hard-working laughter mixing with her little high-pitched innocent merriment.

"OK, Carrie," her papa said from the edge of the swimming hole, "time to go."

"Oh, Papa, can't we stay a little longer?"

"No, gotta get back. Gotta go to the bank today."

"Papa! How 'bout me and John swim a little longer? We can walk home!"

"John ain't gonna want to do that," her papa said.

"Oh, I'm fine with it. Me and Carrie can walk."

He never calls her "Apple Blossom" around her papa. That's a secret nickname he only uses when they're alone.

"Suit yourself," her papa said. "See ya back home, sweetheart."

Her papa turned and started walking up the hill.

She squealed again as big hands grabbed her waist and tossed her in the air. He caught her this time, tossed her again, she pealed with laughter, her arms and legs flailing. He caught her, big strong hands around her waist.

"My Apple Blossom!" he said with his big bright eyes.

"Honey Bee!" she said, high-pitched and sweet.

She calls him "Honey Bee" sometimes, because he loves apple blossoms, and he's her papa's beekeeper.

She leaned in and put her lips against his.

He set her down on her feet in the water. It was so deep that it came up to her shoulders.

His hands were on her waist, but as he set her down they slid up her sides until they were up high on the sides of her chest.

Then his big fingers reached under her bikini top and started pulling it up.

She was terrified, her heart suddenly pounding. She didn't want him to take her bikini top off. But she lifted her arms in the air anyway, to help him pull it off.

And then big strong hands around her waist again, lifting her, holding her up, but this time he did not throw her in the air, this time he held her up above his head, he was just so strong and so much bigger than her that he could hold her there like that, and his big clear eyes gleamed with joy and wonder as he looked at her, as he looked right at her naked nipples.

She shrieked with delight as he put his lips against her sternum and blew out hard, tickling her, his lips vibrating against her skin and causing her whole chest and belly to shake and causing her to giggle and shriek and laugh.

Then he set her back down in the water and she stood in front of him and smiled up at him. She put her hands on his big strong hairy chest, and she leaned in, and she put her lips against his sternum and she blew out hard, tickling him and he laughed, deep and resonate, and she could feel his laughter through his chest, it felt so strong and powerful and full of happiness and joy and she loved him then, and for ever more.



His big strong hands were on her bottom again; he was laying on her bed and she was laying on top of him, straddling him, and he had his hands on her bottom and was squeezing it, holding it tight, and he pulled her up to him and kissed her.

He smelled and tasted strongly of drink. He and her papa had gone drinking in town that night and her papa hadn't come home. She knew what that meant, her papa was with one of the ladies that he stays with, sometimes, when he goes to drink in town. But Honey Bee had come home to take care of his Apple Blossom, and she was nice and clean because she had just taken a bath and she climbed on top of him and he grabbed her bottom and they kissed and she tasted and smelled the whiskey on him.

Then he pulled her nightgown up and he slipped his hands under her panties and onto the bare skin of her bottom.

And then with his hands there, gripping tight to her bottom, he lifted his wrists so that her panties started pulling down, and she was scared and her heart was pounding so hard right then and she didn't want him to take her panties off, but she lifted her bottom up so that he could slide them off.

And then he reached down and unbuckled his belt, and now she was terrified and she wanted to climb off him and run away, but she didn't climb off him, she was going to be brave tonight, and even though she didn't want him to take his pants down, she lifted her bottom up in the air so that he could take them down.

And then she felt his boner pushing up against her sex. She didn't know what to do or what to say. She didn't want him to put it in her, it was just too scary to imagine him doing that. But she really wanted to tell him that it was OK, that he can put it in her and she will let him and she will never, ever tell anyone that he did it. But she was too nervous to say anything so she just smiled at him.

His big hands grabbed her bottom again, strong, rough fingers pushing down between her legs and spreading her open, his boner pushing into her. She could feel it, big and warm, pushing in and stretching her open and she didn't want it inside her, it made her too scared and nervous. But as she felt him pushing into her, she pushed back, pushing down on his boner. She could feel his strong fingers pulling her open even further, and she felt his boner go in even deeper.

And then he slipped his thumbs down so that he was holding onto her hips, still spreading her sex open with his fingers but now holding onto her hips as well. She just seemed so small in his big hands, he could grab her and spread her and hold her and force her, he could do all of this with hardly any effort at all because he was so big and strong and she was so little.

"Oh my Apple Blossom!" he said, his bright eyes shining as he looked at her, and then he pulled her up towards him and he kissed her. But even as he pulled her up towards him, his boner didn't leave her, as she moved up he lifted his hips to keep his boner in her. And she smelled and tasted the strong whiskey on his breath and he smiled at her and then, holding her hips tightly with his hands, he pushed her back down and at the same time he pushed his hips forward and she suddenly felt a pain, a tearing pain, and it was intense and she tried to squirm away from him but he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight so she couldn't get away and he pushed his hips forward again.



The Honey Bee comes to his Apple Blossom whenever he can. He kisses her and she smells his wonderful smells and tastes his wonderful tastes. Then she spreads her petals open, the little pink petals of her apple blossom.

The Honey Bee kisses her petals. He tastes her nectar, he laps at her petals with his tongue. And then the Honey Bee takes out his stinger.

Her heart starts pounding hard. Every time he puts his stinger inside the petals of her apple blossom, her heart starts pounding hard.

And she feels it entering her now, it is so big, it stretches her wide, it forces her open, it fills her full. But it doesn't hurt anymore, at least it usually doesn't, unless he and her papa have been to town and he smells strongly of drink, then he isn't gentle and it hurts. But today he doesn't smell of whiskey, he only smells beautiful smells of dirt and leaves and apples, and he's sweet and kind and careful and he loves his Apple Blossom and she loves him and they play together for a long, long time, until he finally grunts in her ear and she feels the petals of her apple blossom get warm and wet as his sperm comes out of him.

After he is done, they hold each other and he tells her that he loves her and she tells him that she loves him, and he stays until they know he can't stay another second or her papa will find out.

And then his Apple Blossom waits impatiently until the Honey Bee comes to her again, so she can open her petals for him and he can put his stinger in her again.

Comments

Nickname Feedback
JJ Keep writing. Thanks
Anonymous This story helped me alot! Lol :p I look forward to reading more of your work.
john so sweetly written!
kenny Real hot story, keep writing
rg Great imagery! Keep it up! Thanks for the contribution!
Ron I didn't like this at all. But you're a skilled writer, Chris, and even more talented. You're doing what writers should do and that is you are writing. As a result you have done some things I've really loved and will do more. Thank you.
Thanks, Ron, do keep coming back!

--Chris
Longliver Well done, beautifully scripted and presented with the all the subtlety of expectation. It evoked instant feelings of Deja Vu (?),when I was younger and with my 'then' girlfriends younger sister (12). Thank you for writing so well for others.
bereaved daddy ANOTHER GOOD STORY! I'll keep looking for your work!
Steve As ever a lovely story, keep writing please
Anonymous have you ever read the works of Kahlil Gilbran? He was a spiritual writer.

He has a passage about the bee and flower giving pleasure this is similar too (although your writing is wonderfully graphic)
Wow, thanks for this, Anon. I have found the passage:

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"Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,
But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.
For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,
And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy."
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Wow, that is very beautifl and erotic and is in fact the very message of this piece! This really should be the epigram from this story. Thanks again, Anon, this is exactly the sort of thing I love about these comments threads.

--Chris
ted I had the good luck of discovering your stories today. I mean, I have a thing for big cocks gorging little cunts. One of my favorite phrases is "horse-fucking", so you can imagine how hard I got reading about Stacy's thorough stuffing. Then there was Apple Blossom. I've been reading erotica for a very long time, and I've never had someone describe a girl's indecision in the face of overwhelming masculinity the way you do, that is, the effect of his big hands manipulating her buttocks and pelvis. When "she feels the petals of her apple blossom get warm and wet as his sperm comes out", I was completely lost in the feeling that it was me snugged up inside of her. Anyway, thanks for sharing your gift with us.
Thanks ted!

--Chris

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