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Maria Louise Goes To The Festival
by Buttercup (address withheld)

***

As a pretty teenage girl with breasts already cupping 
out in a 36 size, Maria Louise wants romance. Her 
encounters at fourteen included her father. (Mf, mf-
teens, ped, inc, 1st, mast, oral, ws, rom)

***

How do I explain about my first time to have sex and 
say it without laughing or crying when I remember and 
tell about it, even today?

During the first 18 years of my life I grew up in a 
small town in Appalachia. The population was around 
3,000 and nothing much ever happened in my home town. 
Just after school was out for the year, and summer 
commenced we had a Hillbilly Festival and a County 
Music Festival each fall.

Both of these events were attended by people from 
throughout Ohio and other states.

From the time I was about fourteen I developed very 
fast and by the summer of I was 14, my breasts were 
36C, and at first they embarrassed me. My body was trim 
and I was petite and stood only five feet tall, and I 
weighed a total of a 105 pounds.

Looking at my hair, which wasn't exactly blonde, nor 
did it have a truly distinctive color. Instead my hair 
was light in tone and the natural waves curled around 
my face. The number of times I heard some boy or an 
older men say, "My god, that girl's legs are perfect 
and would feel and look terrific around my back."

It wasn't long until I realized that boys were flirting 
with me, and even my father would look at me, and often 
overheard him telling my mother, "She looks like you 
did at that age and that is one very dangerous thing. 
Little Wife of mine, do you remember when we parked and 
I got you for your first time when you were only 15? 
Sweetie, I remember and will go to my grave with the 
memory of your crying out when I slipped inside you for 
the first time."

"Hush, she'll hear you and your terrible for recalling 
what you caused me to do that night in the school 
parking lot while the senior class play was going on... 
Doug, my god what all did you say that convinced me to 
allow you to do me, you were something, and my first 
love and my first lover.

"My charming wife, I will never regret being your first 
lover and when I took you the first time, you screamed 
like a banshee trying to wake the dead."

"What did you expect - I was only a young girl and that 
thick piece of meat you have for poking me, is 
certainly a sign that a couple of other men got 
cheated. Honestly, have you ever measured that big 
Johnson bar," I heard my mother asking my father.

I heard my father reply, "Gerry, your tits are still 
the same and look at your daughters, hers were made 
from the same mold as yours. They are so large... 
perhaps I should hold your breasts and Maria Louise's 
at the same time. Yeah, I could hold your left one in 
my right hand and Maria Louise's right tit in my left 
hand. Now that would be one heck of a hand full of 
hooters. One in each hand and compare them for size. I 
could sample those nips and if hers is as large as 
yours I could suck forever trying to get milk for my 
cereal."

"Doug, you touch your daughter's hoots and I'll cut 
your dick and nuts off... but I would need to do 
without that big tool you have hanging between your 
legs. By the way, has George asked you anything about 
him, Joy and the two of us taking an overnight trip 
together?"

"Yeah, and it sounds like we would all be in the same 
hotel room at the Hilton in Cincy. I believe from what 
George was saying to me they want to switch partners. 
Gerry, they must be swingers, so how about Joy, has she 
made any overtures to you about swapping partners?"

"Now that we are discussing this openly, and I was 
afraid to mention it to you until now, I'm like you 
that are what Joy was asking me. Gerry, she was saying 
that she and I could change husbands for the night, 
just to see what it would be like to have a different 
man doing it to her." 

"That could be interesting, would you want to be with 
George, man watching you with someone else would be 
neat - but could you let me be with Joy? Be honest with 
me, would you like to take them up on the offer - I 
would like to feel what it would be like with another 
woman, and I'm not trying to hurt your feelings. 
Neither of us has ever been with another person, so 
maybe we could, if you want to as well," I heard my 
father say to my mother.

"You wouldn't get upset if another man was between my 
thighs and doing to me what only you have ever done... 
yes, I would likely entertain the idea. Tell me Gerry, 
what would you feel when you were doing Joy?"

"Man, that is a touch one to answer, but I guess just 
feeling her under me, as she is so small, and knowing 
all your parts to touch as we do it, I can only guess 
it would be exciting to feel another woman holding me 
with her legs around my back and her arms hugging my 
neck. Something funny just struck me, I'm not sure I 
could kiss her - sticking my tongue in her mouth would 
seem so different. I'll bet money she can't suck my 
bone like you can."

"Gerry, should I call Joy and ask her point blank if 
that is what they want, and if so, tell her we will go 
with them. Honey, I have to admit; now I'm anxious to 
feel what it would be like with another man. After I 
was with George, would you do me, please?" I listened 
as my mother was telling my father she wanted my best 
friend's father to have sex with her and my father with 
another woman. 

My childish curiosity got to me one day, and I guess it 
was about a week after hearing my father speak about 
the size of my breasts. I had thought different times 
about daddy saying he would hold one of my tits in his 
hand and one of mom's in his other hand. The idea of 
having my breasts touched was troubling to me, but for 
some perverse reason, I wanted to be touched.

Thinking if it was my father touching my breasts it 
wouldn't be sexual, I schemed of ways to have it happen 
as I hadn't forgotten dad's comments and decided to 
find a way to be touched.

Dad and I were alone for two days as mom had gone to 
her aunt's funeral in another state. My desires were 
causing me concern and I knew what sex was, but until 
that day, I hadn't allowed any contact by boys my age 
in touching my body.

Knowing my father was likely watching television, I 
purposely walked from the bathroom to the kitchen in 
the nude. As I walked 

Through the living room where dad was seated watching 
TV, I pretended to not see him, nor act like I was 
nude. 

While I was getting a cola, and lunch meat, pickles and 
mayo from the fridge, dad walked into the kitchen and 
asked, "Being frisky this evening, are we, Hot One?"

"Dad, oh my... I didn't know - think about being naked 
and your being... daddy... I'm... I'm... daddy, forgive 
me, I'm so stupid and forgot about you being able to 
see me. Oh well, I guess I look so much like mom, it 
can't make any difference if you see me undressed - 
gosh daddy, don't tell mom." My father wasn't aware I'd 
overhead he and my mother discussing how I looked like 
my mom or that I had decided to tease him.

"You sure look like her... in more ways than one."

"Dad, now you seen me, please tell me you want rat on 
me and tell mom. I'm fixing a sandwich, would you like 
me to fix you one... and I'm warming up some chicken 
noodle soup." Then I decided to be a little ornery and 
asked, "Want some...." and giggled as I asked dad the 
dual meaning question."

My father looked at me and smiled, and said, "Any man 
who wouldn't want some... soup... that is... or did you 
perhaps offer something more... if so...?"

Looking at my father, I moved to stand in front of him 
and in a whisper, as I wasn't as brave as I wanted to 
be now that the time was upon me. "Daddy, will you show 
me what it is like for a boy to touch a girl... did you 
and mom touch before you were married and dating? I 
won't tell anyone daddy, but I want to know what it 
feels like for a man to touch me. It's just I don't 
want a boy touching me."

My father looked at me and asked, "Can you keep a 
secret like that?" After I had fixed a sandwich and 
soup for both of us and placed each of our snacks on 
separate trays. Then dad took my hand in his and said 
we should eat in the living room and we carried our 
food into the room and sat on the sofa side-by-side.

After we finished eating and placing our trays on the 
cocktail table, I watched as my father's right hand 
reached out and took my left breast in it, and his 
other hand commenced playing in the fine silk and 
golden hair between my legs.

I felt my father's finger caressing my sex, and move a 
little way into my vagina. Feeling his thumb pressing 
against the top of my slit was not only a surprise 
sensation, but caused me to shudder. Daddy continued 
finger me a little way inside my sex and his thumb was 
rubbing and pressing against what I knew was my 
clitoris. In a few minutes, I had an orgasm, and it was 
my very first one, but understood what had happened.

"Happy, Hot One," and I hope you never tell your mother 
what I just did, not just because it would get me in 
trouble, but because she would be very upset."

The total length of time my father touched me was no 
more than five minutes, but those five minutes taught 
me a lot about the male and what he wanted from a girl. 
Yet, the experience was thrilling and the experience 
stayed with me all my life and I cherished it as a 
father-daughter thing, and it never caused me any 
grief.

Before much time passed after that, I begin to enjoy 
the attention I received from males. This was from all 
ages as I realized my body had changed and made me a 
desirable female.

Both of my parents were strict with my siblings and me, 
but I never crossed the thought of my father touching 
me, and his denial of my dating until I was 16 years 
old. As the eldest of the children I was expected to be 
more responsible. When I asked to go on a date to the 
Hillbilly Festival, my parents refused to allow me to 
date, even if I was going with Tim, our next door 
neighbor.

Both of my parents refused to let me go with Tim, and 
said that I was only 14 and Tim was 18. "Further," my 
father replied to my request, "You cannot date until 
your 16 according to your darling mother." I dreaded 
that I had to inform Tim I couldn't go with him, and it 
was an embarrassment to me, also.

Tim said that maybe we could meet at the festival and 
walk around and could ride on of the carnival rides.

Friday night my best friend, Beth, and I were walking 
down the streets where the carnival was and we meet Tim 
and Edie. We spoke with them and rode on a couple of 
the rides with them.

After riding the Ferris wheel, Tim asked if I'd like to 
go for a ride in his van. At first Beth and I said no, 
but finally said if we would be back in an hour. My 
parents Beth's were together attending the bluegrass 
concert and we felt safe in going for a ride until 
11:00. We knew they would still at the concert until 
the music would be over. Looking at my wrist watch, I 
saw it was only 8:30 at the time.

Tim's van was customized and he'd won trophies at rod 
shows. At the last minute Beth chickened out so only 
Tim and I took off.

For about a half hour we drove around town and then Tim 
drove out of town and pulled into some woods at the 
back of an old farm his parents owned. Tim's 
grandparents had owned the property and when they 
passed away Tim's father inherited the farm.

This was my first time to be alone with a boy and now 
we were parked in a very secluded spot.

Nervous wasn't how I felt, my body was shaking in 
knowing that a boy had me in his car and he might want 
sex - nervous wasn't strong enough to describe the fear 
passing though my body. As we spoke, Tim suggested we 
sit in the back and listen to music and he also had pop 
and snacks in the back of the van.

We moved between the bucket seats in the front of the 
van and into the back area. The interior of the van was 
custom upholstered in black and red with a small chrome 
table and benches that were also storage areas.

For a while we only talked, ate chips and drank our 
sodas. Tim reached over and took my hand in his and I 
became an even more worried about what might happen. 
I'd never be alone with a boy previously like now and I 
wasn't certain what to expect.

When Tim pulled me to him and begin kissing me, at 
first I held my lips tightly together. Time moved his 
lips on mine and was attempting to French kiss me. I 
was nervous and felt like I should get out of the van 
and run home.

Before long I started to enjoy being kissed and even 
French kissed. While we were kissing, Tim touched a 
button and the seat we were on moved and unfolded into 
a bed. Gently, Tim pulled my body down until we were 
laying sis-by-side. This was something I hadn't planned 
on and told Tim, "We best be going as I'm not that kind 
of girl."

"Nothing will happen, but we might as well be comfy," 
Tim said as he stopped kissing me and pulled me tighter 
to him.

I whispered to Tim, "This is the first time I've been 
kissed by a boy, honest Tim."

"Maria, just relax and we'll leave in a little bit and 
I'm not going to do anything," Tim said in a soft voice 
to me.

Once again we were kissing, and Tim kind of laid on me 
and touched my breasts. I tried to get my hands free so 
I could stop him, but he was holding me so I couldn't 
grab a hold of his hand.

"No Tim, you can't touch me like that, and I can't do 
anything, but maybe some other time," I told him.

"Just let me feel your pretty breasts, just once for 
only a minute," Tim asked me? Before I could reply, 
Tim's hand slid under my top and he was cupping my 
right breasts, and then the left, and I was braless. 
The top I was wearing had built-in cups so I couldn't 
wear a bra as the cups in the top were hard material.

My thoughts were really confused as my breasts were 
being felt while Tim continued kissing me. I thought he 
would stop kissing me and take his hand off my breasts.

Finally Tim's hand was molding my beasts and gently 
squeezing then and the sensations were extremely 
pleasant. My mind told me I must stop him, but my 
female desires wanted this contact for my very first 
time. Suddenly I remembered how it felt when I had 
gotten my father to touch me and my body got heated and 
I wanted Tim to do whatever he wanted. "Will he touch 
me between my legs like daddy did and make me have a 
climax?" I wondered to myself.

The feeling of Tim's body atop mine was pleasant and I 
wondered what it would be like if we were nude and 
making love. Tim thing was hard, and I understood what 
I was feeling as he rubbed his crotch against mine. 
This was causing me to wonder about having sex even 
more and hoping he would simply undressed me, but alas 
he didn't. 

However if he had, I wouldn't have stopped Tim as I 
could feel the center of my panties getting very wet 
from his pressing against my sex. My hips were moving 
up to keep the tight contact between us and I had a 
small climax... whatever it was my body felt, was 
stronger in feeling than when I rubbed my fingers over 
my sex. Since my father had made me climax, I had 
started to climax when I was in bed at night. My mind 
would think about daddy's thing and even that small 
thing my brother Jerry had between his legs.

After ten minutes I was able to move and rise up to 
until I was sitting on the seat. My voice was almost a 
whisper and I had a few tears in my eyes and asked Tim 
if he take me back to the festival.

"Tim, I like you but I'm afraid... you made me feel 
warm and at the same time, a funny feeling... you know 
where. Please don't ever tell anyone what I've done, 
please," I sobbed out.

"No one will ever know but you and me. Your breasts are 
really great, and are very hard. They felt so warm and 
soft at the same time. Maria Louise, I would love to 
see them and especially to see your nipples... they 
must be really big, and I know bigger than any I have 
ever felt... would you just let me look at your sweet 
tits?"

"You just want to look at them... would you try...?"

Then Tim whispered, "No, only look at them... I really 
wish your parents would let you go out with me, can you 
ask them again?"

Driving back into town I sat facing Tim, and he reached 
over and placed his hand on my leg. He didn't try to 
feel me up, but simply let his hand rest on my leg. I 
listened as Tim told me, "Maybe we can do this again 
tomorrow night."

With my body still tingling and my mind desiring Tim 
move his hand up my leg and feel it all over, and I 
replied, "Maybe, Tim you're nice." Knowing how my 
father made my pussy feel when he felt it, I wanted Tim 
to park his van and pull my panties off, and touch me, 
and even put his thing in me.

After getting back in town, and he parked his van, Tim 
leaned over and kissed my check. "Tim, don't think bad 
of me... put your hand on my panties. Yeah right 
there," I whispered as I felt his fingers playing on 
the crotch of my panties. 

Tim got out of his van and walked around and opened my 
door and helped me step down from his car. We walked 
back to the carnival rides and it was only about 10:30. 
Finding Beth and Eddie, the four of us walked around 
for a while and finally Beth and I said we were going 
home and would see them tomorrow night.

During the walk home Beth asked me a million questions 
about what we had done while Tim and I were riding 
around. I told Beth, "That was all we did, just ride 
around and took a long ride out into the country, but 
you mustn't tell anyone, because mom and dad might find 
out and I'd be in big trouble."

When I went to bed that night I thought about Tim's 
kissing me and how he'd touched my breasts. This gave 
me mixed feelings, yet I recalled how he rubbed his 
body against the area between my legs and I understood 
I had enjoyed a small climax... and as I remembered 
what he had done, knew if I hadn't been afraid, I would 
have climaxed even stronger. Recalling his fingers on 
my panty covered sex after I asked him to touch me 
there, made me reach down and start fingering my pussy.

I moved my right hand over my breast, but it didn't 
feel anything like I had felt when Tim had held and 
touched both of my breasts. My left hand reached down 
and touched the center of my sex and could feel how 
damp my pussy was.

Easing my fingers so they stroked my clitoris and 
labia, I lay my hand over the hair covering my mons. My 
finger made contact with my sex and felt how wet it 
was. There was very slick stuff inside the entrance and 
I had never felt it like that before... since I 
commenced played with me after daddy got me off.

I hadn't worn anything to bed and as I lay touching my 
right breast and my fingers against and inside my sex, 
I kicked the covers off. My mind was thinking it was 
Tim touching me and then it would be my daddy who was 
building me to a climax. How long after that it was 
before I fell asleep I don't remember.

What I do remember was walking up, still cupping my 
right breast and my left hand over my pussy. When I 
opened my eyes I saw my father looking at me. My 
fingers were stroking the center of my pussy and the 
knuckles on my hand from where my fingers joined my 
hand were bent so they touched inside my sex. It was 
obvious to anyone seeing me that I had my fingers in my 
little sex.

Not moving and keeping my eyes shut, except for a small 
slit so I could observe my father. I knew that if I 
moved it would permit daddy to realize I was awake and 
playing with myself. Thinking if I pretend to still be 
asleep, he wouldn't know all that had led up to his 
finding my hand stroking my clit. Plus he could readily 
see the other hand holding one breast. I wondered what 
daddy must be thinking as he looked at me and viewed my 
left breast completely exposed to his view.

Watching my father move quietly to stand next to my 
bed, and I observed him reached out and placed the tip 
of his middle finger on the nipple of my left breast. 
When daddy reached down and two of his fingers touched 
the labia of my sex, I whispered out, "Daddy, do you 
like seeing and touching me and pulling the hair on my 
pussy?"

"So, you are awake, I thought you were - yes, and I 
only wish that it was possible to touch you even more, 
but someone might come into your room, so I better 
leave."

For some perverse reason I didn't understand, I enjoyed 
daddy being able to see the hair on my sex. I became 
scarred and yet was festinated that my religious father 
wouldn't touch me and I wanted his fingers in me - and 
his thing up inside me if he wished to push it deep in 
my sex.

For less than half a minute my father looked closely at 
me, turned and walked from my room. I realized that 
before going to bed, I hadn't closed my bedroom door.

When I was getting out of bed a short while later, and 
as it was Saturday morning, the three of us, mom, dad 
and I, and my siblings would be eating breakfast 
together. I slipped on my panties and then looked in 
the mirror at myself and for some reason took them back 
off. When I pushed my panties off, I was standing nude 
and my brother Phillip, a thirteen year knucklehead 
walked into my room and as he told me, "Mom said to 
come on down as breakfast is ready..."

When Phillip saw I was completely nude he just stopped 
where he was standing, about a foot into my room, and 
his eyes were moving up and down my body. "Sorry sis, I 
didn't mean..." Before he finished his apology, Phillip 
turned and started to walk from my room.

"Wait, don't leave - do you like seeing me like this? 
Take your Pj's down and let me look at you - you've 
seen me so I get my turn."

"You're getting excited - I've never seen a boy's thing 
before - have you looked a girl before?"

"Yea, kind of, I saw you a couple of times, but you 
didn't see me looking at you - and I saw Cindy, but she 
is only 11 years old, and all she has is a couple of 
tiny bumps... you have big ones and lots of pretty 
hair. Do you like seeing mine... would you touch me, 
sister, please?"

I smiled and reached out and took my brother's young 
erection in my hand and stroked it a few times and he 
shot off all over me. When Phillip went off, he was so 
excited; he simply sunk to the floor and continued 
squirting off.

"Golly Maria, that is the first time I ever got off... 
don't tell anyone what we did," my brother said and 
pulled up his Pj's and ran from my room to his own.

"Gee, what is going on... last night Tim felt me up and 
I even wanted him to do it to me, a little while ago my 
father saw me and touched my nipples and now my brother 
saw me naked... is it me or why all of a sudden is 
everyone hitting on me," I asked myself. Knowing I had 
gotten my brother off for his first time made me feels 
good and I thought, I'm still a virgin, but I got a 
virgin boy off!"

While I helped mom with the dishes, I once more begged 
mom to let me go to the festival with Tim but she 
wouldn't give in to my request. Right then I determined 
I would sneak off with Tim that night. My parents had 
purchased tickets for each night of the bluegrass 
concerts and the Saturday night show would last until 
at least midnight.

Plus, most of the local people would go "Fatty's 
Kitchen" for a bite to eat and drink coffee. This was 
one night out of the year that I knew my parents would 
stay out late. In fact they would stay out until at 
least two or three in the morning drinking coffee and 
visiting with their friends. This was good as I knew 
that I could be out with Tim, without their knowing I 
disobeyed them.

That afternoon when dad and mom were on the porch, I 
called Tim. We made arrangements to meet about seven 
that evening and take off in his van.

Around six o'clock my parents headed off for the 
festival as they were meeting mom's brother and his 
wife, my Uncle Jim and Aunt Charlotte, to eat ribs at 
one of the stands at the festival.

I took a long bath, pained my finger and toe nails, and 
put large heated rollers in my hair. Looking through my 
clothes, I picked out a short skirt that furled out at 
the bottom. I selected a spaghetti strapped belly 
blouse to wear. Looking in the mirror at my image saw 
how cool I looked. I could see, without being 
egotistical that my body was great and I was 
attractive.

Walking down the street to where the festival was set 
up, I met a lot of my friends from school. Chatting 
with them was nice and then I saw Tim. Telling my 
friends I'd see them later, I turned the corner and 
walked the same direction I had observed Tim heading.

As it was still daylight, I was worried someone would 
recognize me and tell my parents they had seen me 
getting into Tim's van. Glancing around I didn't see 
anyone so I quickly got in the van and Tim took off.

Without asking, Tim drove straight to the woods where 
we had parked last night. After we got to the spot 
where the trees had been cleared away and Tim's father 
had erected a small picnic shelter, Tim pulled the van 
over and stopped.

Tonight Tim had brought sandwiches with him that he'd 
purchased at the festival. We sat at one of the picnic 
tables and enjoyed our own meal. After eating we walked 
around in the trees for a short while before we 
returned to the van.

We got in the back of the van and Tim closed the nini-
blinds and pulled a curtain shut that closed off the 
area behind front bucket seats.

For a while we talked and listened to the CD player. My 
mind wondered how long it would be before Tim started 
kissing me and try to feel me up again. Deep in my mind 
I knew tonight would be the one that changed me from an 
innocent girl to a woman of passion.

When Tim pushed the button that the made the rear bench 
seat into a bed, Tim looked at me and asked, "Maria 
Louise, you look really great tonight, and I think I'm 
falling in love with you.

Nothing else was said as Tim lay down and I moved till 
I was next to him. Kissing me, and telling me over and 
over how pretty I was, and holding me tightly, we both 
were happy to be together. I explained how I thought of 
him and even if he was the first boy to kiss me, he 
made me happy.

After a while Tim surprised me and sat up. Then he 
pulled me up and started hugging me as we kissed. His 
hands reached down and commenced to raise my top up. 
Telling him, "No, Tim... I can't let you undress me."

"Just your top Maria Louise, I want to see and touch 
your breast with nothing hiding them from me."

Why I allowed Tim to removed my blouse I don't know, 
but it was likely his honest way of explaining what he 
wanted... plus what he had done the previous night, 
then my father taking liberties with me, and my brother 
seeing me nude. Plus I had really enjoyed Tim touching 
my breasts last night when we parked.

Evidently my not telling him to stop; seemed to provide 
Tim tacit approval in his continuing to remove my top. 
After I was once again lying down, Tim commenced 
kissing my nipples and took both of my breasts in his 
hands. Tim's kisses moved up to my face and ears. Then 
his lips eased slowly down my neck and back again to my 
breasts and his lips brush across my nipples in a 
teasing manner. Nothing I could think of described my 
feelings as he sucked them, one nipple after the other. 
In a short time, I felt like my body was floating.

Never would I have believed my breasts could feel such 
pleasure and delightful sensations. My arms held Tim to 
my breasts as he nursed at them.

"Your nipples are really big and long, they must be an 
inch long and as big around as a dime," Tim told me as 
he played with one nipple between his index finger and 
thumb and suckled the other.

For what seemed a long expanse of time, Tim and I were 
kissing as he was fondling my breasts. Finally I 
responded verbally to his actions and said, "Tim, your 
mouth feels so wonderful on my breasts, I love you."

As I told Tim I loved him, his hand slid up my leg and 
that scarred me. Grabbing his hand with mine to stop 
his feeling between my legs didn't stop Tim from 
reaching his goal.

For several minutes Tim kept asking, "Let me touch you, 
please Maria, just on the outside of your panties."

"No Tim, I'm not ready for that and when I asked and 
allowed you to do so last night, it made me want more 
than touching. Please don't get mad but I can't let you 
do that as I'll want you all the way."

Deep in my mind, I felt like having my pussy caressed, 
and even if it was on the outside of my panties, it was 
something only my father should do. I recalled how 
daddy's fingers had been the first to touch my sex and 
it had been so intimate - and dad had gotten my very 
first cummed.

Nothing else was said and as we lay together, Tim 
continued his feeling and nursing my breasts. Then we 
lay together and talked. Around eleven o'clock I told 
Tim we needed to leave as I wanted to be at the 
festival when my parents got out of the concert and 
would he take me to go eat ribs with my parents.

Tim let me out in the street over from the carnival 
rides. I walked alone and cut between a couples of 
rides. In a few minutes I saw Beth and as we walked 
along, she told me, "You look great and have the look 
of someone who got messed with really well. For the 
next several minutes we strolled around the carnival 
and Beth wanted all the details of my date.

"Come on and let's grab a table and save it for mom and 
dad when they get here to have ribs, besides I'm going 
to get some as I'm hungry." Laughing, I told Beth, 
"Guess all the romance made me hungry... get that look 
off your face, I'm still a virgin."

"So what happened, tell me?" Beth asked again.

"You likely did more than I did."

Beth couldn't believe I didn't even kiss Tim when I 
told her we only talked and nothing else.

"Beth, I'm afraid to kiss Tim, but maybe I'm chicken 
but nothing else happed... I did let..." I stopped what 
I started to say about him taking my top off and 
kissing and sucking my nipples, but changed my mind and 
decided to keep my privacy for the moment. Beth and I 
always told each other our secrets but I wasn't certain 
how to tell her how truly romantic to have a guy play, 
kiss and nurse at your nipples.

Waling to the rib restaurant tent, we met Tim and he 
walked with us. When we met up with some other friends 
Beth and I said we needed to meet my parents so we 
couldn't hang with them.

My parents were surprised to find Beth and me waiting 
on them and while we were eating, I noticed my father 
glancing at my breasts. I knew he was remembering this 
morning when he found me on my bed masturbating in the 
nude, and my body exposed to his eyes.

Daddy winked at me and smiling asked, "How about I 
treat my cute date to a great bunch of messy ribs?" 
There was something in my mind that caused me to want 
my own father to play with my breasts again and to 
finger me until I shot my goodies... "Oh daddy, find 
some way to be with me again and make me cum, "I willed 
my mind to tell him as we looked in each other's eyes.

While eating, Beth's parents joined us at our table and 
we all enjoyed being together. Waling home with our 
parents they asked what all rides we had been on. We 
told them we had only rode the Ferris wheel a couple of 
times and had hung around with friends.

For the next couple of weeks I wasn't able to be alone 
with Tim. One Saturday dad said he and my mom were 
going to Cincinnati to have dinner with Beth's parents 
to celebrate both of their wedding anniversaries. They 
had married on the same day, and my mom and Beth's 
worked it out so my parents were married in the 
morning, and Beth's parents were married in the 
afternoon. They had stood up with each other in small 
intimate family services in the chapel of the church.

My mother once joked and stated, "We spent our 
honeymoons together in a one room log cabin, with one 
small bed."

"Maria, we are staying over night, so Beth can spend 
the night with you," mom told me. Honey, you and Beth 
cannot go out and run around, although you can go to 
the dinner and to eat if you wish, but you need to take 
care of the other kids," mom informed me.

Looking at my parents, I knew they were going to be 
having sex with each other's spouse. Deep in my mind I 
wanted to ask my mother if that was what she and dad 
were going to do - yet I couldn't ask such a question 
of my mother. Why doesn't daddy just do it with me and 
not Joy. And it was only then that I felt a pang of 
jealous streaking through my body toward my mother for 
letting daddy have sex with her and his not doing me.

Beth and I decided to call Tim and Eddie and see what 
they were up to that night. They were glad we called 
and Beth told Eddie he should come to her house as I 
wanted to go for a ride with Tim.

Around six that evening I walked over to the park where 
Tim was waiting for me. I jumped into his van and we 
took off for the woods.

Once in the woods, we got in the back of the van and 
closed the blinds and the privacy curtain that 
separated the front seats from the back of the van.

Both of us were excited and I don't remember who kissed 
who first. Before long Tim was removing my blouse and 
bra. Then as we kissed, his hands moved to my shorts 
and started to unzip them.

"No Tim... not my shorts," yet I realized, I hadn't 
taken his hands in mine to stop him as he slowly 
removed my shorts and panties in a singular act.

Looking at Tim, I whispered to him, "You must take your 
off, also if I have to be nude." Although it was 
clumsy, I assisted Tim in his removing the shirt and 
shorts, and then I pulled his boxers off.

My eyes fastened on his erection and Tim took my hand 
in his and placed it on his prick. Prick was the name I 
and the other girls called boy's things. As I held it 
in my hand, it continued to get harder and thicker and 
Tim asked me, "Move your hand up and down on my cock."

It was obvious I wasn't doing it properly, and Tim 
asked, "Haven't you ever jacked a guy off before, Maria 
Louise?" When I told him no, he used his hand to show 
me how to jack him off, and said, "Move your hand up 
and down on it and grip it tighter."

I was so evolved in feeling my first prick and learning 
to jack a guy off; at first I didn't realize Tim was 
feeling my legs. What was certainly female intuition; I 
opened my legs and suddenly realized my sex was being 
touched by Tim. "Oh Tim," I said as his hand moved 
between my legs and his fingers were soon moving inside 
my sex. During this time Tim was suckling my nipples.
Suddenly Tim was moaning out, "Maria Louise I love you, 
you're going to make me come," and as Tim spoke, his 
prick seemed to vibrate and a thick wet and warm cream 
came out from the opening at the end of his prick. I 
knew it was called semen and it had the sperm in it 
that made a girl get pregnant. I felt his semen landing 
all over my legs and stomach, on my hands, and knew it 
was both running and dripping from my stomach onto my 
thatch of pubic hair. Tim continued squirting his semen 
onto the hair covering my sex.

I knew Tim had cummed and I felt a sudden burst of 
power in knowing I could make a man do something from 
just being a woman. My body felt really alive as Tim 
was playing with my clitoris and sucking my nipples 
with a deep suction as he was shooting off while he 
cummed. Just as his cummed ended, and I felt his warm 
come on me, I had an intense orgasm.

The feeling was unbelievable and so much better than 
when I would masturbate. That night Tim cummed three 
times from my "yanking on his cock" as he called it, 
and I was really satisfied knowing that even my being 
only 14 years old, I cold make manual love and give an 
18 year old boy intense pleasure.

Somewhat disappointed at the time and I was surprised 
as well, when Tim didn't ask me to have intercourse 
with him. That night I would allow him to do me and in 
fact I lay back on the floor of the van with my legs 
open in an unspoken invitation. If only Tim had asked 
or simply moved on top of me, I would have let him 
shove his prick in me and give me the stuff he shot all 
over my body.

Between my sophomore and junior years in school, my 
mother flew to visit with her relatives, while dad and 
I stayed home. Mom was taking two weeks to visit her 
family so dad, my siblings and I were lonesome while 
she was gone. I remember that on the third night mom 
was gone; I was laying in the tub when dad walked in on 
me. I hadn't closed the bathroom door, so dad believed 
no one was in the bathroom.

My father took his thing out and commenced peeing as I 
sat in the water. It was interesting to watch my father 
as he urinated in front to me. I jokingly asked, or 
perhaps I was serious, but I asked my father, "Why 
don't you get in the tub with me?"

My father looked at me, walked over and locked the 
bathroom door. My eyes took in my father as he removed 
his shirt, slacks, underwear, and then his socks. 
Looking at my father, I could see he was larger than 
Tim, and his thing hadn't become hard.

After dad was in the water and facing me, I told him, 
"Daddy, it has to be uncomfortable to sit in the tub 
against the faucets and knobs, so move up here and I 
will set between your legs." During the short time in 
the tub, daddy had become erect and I thought how it 
seemed so different to see my father's prick hard and 
that it was larger than Tim's when erect.

When I moved between daddy's legs, I felt his erection 
touching me, and I wanted to turn around and find a way 
to take his thing up in me. After a few minutes, daddy 
was rubbing his hands on my back and he reached around 
and commenced playing with my breasts. When I felt his 
right hand move down to my sex, I moved my right leg up 
on the edge of the tub so he could touch me.

For the next five minutes or so, we were in the water, 
and then got out and dried off. I took daddy's hand in 
my and led him to my bedroom. Once we were inside my 
bedroom, I locked my door so my siblings couldn't walk 
in on daddy and me, as I knew things were going to 
happen. We got on my bed and I reached down and 
commenced stroking my father. When my father moved up 
over me, I opened my legs for him, and knew what was 
about to happen.

Daddy moved only the end of his cock in the edge of my 
pussy and finally moved it so much I felt him shudder 
as he cummed in the edge of my pussy. We did that 
several times the first night while we played, and my 
pussy was sticky when I awoke the next morning.

For the next few nights we played at what daddy called 
going part way. A few times I felt his thing touch 
against my virginity and I would cry out from the 
painful contact. How many times my daddy cummed in me I 
can't say, but it was at least three times each night.

During that summer and my four years of high school, 
and after my fun with my father going part way, I never 
let anyone ever undress me again... except once I 
allowed Tim to remove my top and bra. Not even Tim 
could ever convince me to undress all of my clothes or 
allow a boy to remove even my top. In fact, I refused 
to allow a boy to reach under my clothes at all.

I realized after jacking Tim off, that I would want sex 
if I was nude, as I would remember how I had lain on 
the floor of the van with my thighs parted and wanted 
to be taken... but that one time warned me to not 
become nude with a boy again or I would submit.

Also I had romantic images of my father going part way, 
but nothing else occurred between the two of us after 
that.

After graduating from high school, I wanted to go to 
college and sturdy to be a teacher. Deciding to attend 
the local branch of the college under the two year 
program, I would attend the university for my junior 
and senior years. Plus the local college would let me 
take additional courses that I couldn't take during my 
first two years at the university.

Throughout my high school years, I was an extremely 
popular girl, and I knew it was because I was 
attractive, and my large breasts grew to 36-D by the 
time I was a senior. The size of my breasts were 
highlighted by the petite size of my body, and at five 
foot-three inches, I stood out as a cheerleader.
Yet I never allowed myself to be stuck up or criticize 
anyone. Plus, I was always friendly with everyone, and 
my grades made me popular with my teachers and I would 
tutor students who had trouble with courses.

In my small town everyone knew everyone, so you had to 
be nice or it would be easy to be considered a trouble 
maker or a "bad girl" who was easy.

Tim and I remained friends and sometimes we would go to 
the woods at night. When I explained why I wouldn't 
undress or let him touch me, he told me one night, "I 
would love to see you without your clothes on and to 
kiss your breasts and touch you between your legs once 
more, but I understand why you won't."

Smiling at him as we had walked around outside his van, 
I told him, "Tim if I ever decide to allow someone to 
undress me or touch me in an intimate way, it will be 
you if we are still friends."

One night during my senior year and after a basketball 
game, Tim took me for a ride and we got some burgers 
and went to park in our old make out spot in the woods. 
We got in the back of the van and closed it off like we 
had three years previously. However, it was dark 
outside, and the moon was behind clouds. I asked Tim to 
turn on some lights. During the past summer Tim had 
hooked up neon and black lights in the back of the van.

The effect was wild with the black light on, as it cast 
a purple light over us. I had on my cheerleading 
sweater and shirt, with the crimson lettering, and it 
glowed like a horror movie set.

After we ate, Tim and I kissed and he would cup my 
breasts when I told him, "Tim, that is all I can let 
you do," he was nice to me and hugged me very close to 
him and spoke softly to me.

"Maria Louise, you will never know how much I 
appreciate and love what you let me do when you were 
14... do you remember when we both tried oral sex, and 
I made you go off as I licked your pussy... that was 
the first time I'd ever eaten a girl out. I loved 
feeling the insides of your legs against my face."

While looking at me in the eerie glow of the black 
light, Tim told how he loved my sucking him. "Nothing 
in my life prepared me for the sensations I received 
when you licked my cock and took it in your mouth. 
Maria, I still can't believe it, but when you moved 
your lips all the way up and down my hard-on until I 
shot my cum in your mouth." Pausing a moment, then Tim 
explained about how he cummed in my mouth.

"When I shot my load in your mouth and held your head 
so you couldn't stop sucking when I asked, I loved 
feeling you keep me in your mouth and I knew you were 
swallowing my cum. After I was done getting my nuts, 
you held me in your mouth as I asked, and then I went 
down on you the second time... you cummed so fucking 
hard I thought you were going to pull my hair out as 
you held my face so tight to your pussy."

"I promise not to touch you or anything, but I wish you 
would let me see your breasts nude again," Tim 
whispered and it sounded like he was short of breath.

Moving away from Tim, I pulled my sweater up over my 
head and turning my back to him asked," Unfasten my bra 
Tim, and you can remove it and touch and kiss my 
breasts all you wish if you promise that's all you'll 
do..."

Tim's hands were shaking as he unfastens and removed my 
bra. Turning back toward him, I reached and pulled his 
face to my left breast and when his mouth closed over 
my nipple we both moaned our pleasure.

"Oh god, Tim, it makes me want you... but we can't... 
you need to stop... yet I raised my hips as he had 
unsnapped and unzipped my cheerleader skirt and pulled 
it from my body. My mind told me I had to stop Tim when 
I felt his hands easing my tights down over my hips and 
off my legs.

Tim laid me back on the blanket on the van floor and 
was kissing me from my breasts down to my sex. "Tim... 
we must stop... oh my... you're getting me... Tim... oh 
Tim my darling... I'm going to come... now, darling 
now!"

Nothing else was said and in a few moments Tim stopped 
kissing my pussy and once more was sucking first one 
nipple and then the other, then he sat up and helped me 
to rise up and I was sitting on the van floor, and we 
were kissing each other.

Tim handed me my bra and held it as I slipped my arms 
into it, and he cupped my breasts tenderly and softly, 
as if he was holding a tiny animal in his large hands 
as I finished easing on my bra. "Tim, your so sweet... 
would you fasten my bra?"

I dressed and whispering told him, "Tim, when I'm ready 
for sex you can be my first if you want me... I really 
do love you and will most likely do so all my life, 
even if I marry someone besides you."

We drove back to town shortly afterwards and Tim took 
me home and as I got out of his van, Tim said, "Thanks 
Maria Louise, I'll probably not be home until I 
graduate from college next June..."

"I'll see you in June, Stud Muffin, and thanks for 
being so nice tonight... you make me feel warm and 
tingly from you're going..." then I closed the van door 
and ran up the sidewalk to my home, and turned as I 
stepped inside and blew him a kiss.

Everyone was happy when school was out and I looked 
back over my senior year, I realized that I had been 
both homecoming queen and senior prom queen and both of 
the guys I had as king were jerks. All they wanted to 
do was grab my boobs, and I slapped Jimmy Bushnell's 
face during the senior prom dance.

I entered the Hillbilly Festival queen contest for the 
first time and when I won, I was on top of the world. 
Dad and mom were pleased with me and said I could have 
a car for a graduation present.

Dad and I drove to the state capital where there were 
lots of automobile dealers, and the first stop was 
where dad bought his Ford pickups. They did not have 
what I had in my mind that I wanted so we drove to the 
Chevrolet dealer a couple of blocks down the street.

"Dad how about that brand new Corvette, its not 
expensive... like it is only about $50, 000," 
laughingly I said to my father. Then I saw a year old 
brilliant black Mustang GT convertible and knew it was 
what I wanted.

"You like it... then it is yours, and I will drive it 
in the Hillbilly Festival while you ride on the back as 
"your dad's own pretty queen."

Mom and I talked one day and told me she was so proud 
of me. She didn't directly ask me if I was a virgin, 
but I knew that was what she wished to know.

Hugging my mom, I told her, "Mom, I'm your good girl 
like you want, OK?" Mom smiled and kissed my cheek and 
said she loved me and was so happy she had such a 
wonderful daughter.

Why I'd decided to remain a virgin throughout high 
school I cannot really say. It was just my personal 
choice but had nothing to do with religion or to be a 
"Miss Goody Two Shoes." I knew that my own father could 
have taken me when he "went part way" but he didn't, 
and a couple of times, Tim could have done me and I 
wouldn't have stopped him. For whatever the reason, I 
knew my siblings were happy to see my car and take for 
rides.

My eighteenth birthday was the week before the festival 
and I found out on that special day I had won as 
festival queen. To win as queen, the people in the 
community voted for one of the each girl who entered. 
The one who won the most votes was queen and rests were 
princesses. Beth was runner up, and we both hugged each 
other and loved hearing our friends tell us they were 
glad we had both won.

Thursday night of the festival was the parade night and 
dad spent all day waxing and cleaning my Mustang 
convertible. As we got in line for the parade, I saw 
Tim, but he didn't see me.

Getting out of the car, I ran over to Tim and hugged 
him from behind. At first he was startled but when he 
turned and saw it was me, he hugged me back.

Tim told me he had just gotten home and when he saw a 
poster with my face on it advertising the festival, and 
I was the queen, he was happy for me. He walked me back 
to my car, and I told him daddy had purchased it for me 
as a graduation present.

Dad and Tim spoke for a while and dad asked Tim if he 
wanted to ride in the parade with us.

That is when I noticed Tim had on an Air Force uniform. 
Tim told us he had been sworn in as an officer this 
morning, and he had told me for the first time he had 
been in ROTC while in college.

During the parade everyone shouted at both Tim and I, 
and some of dad's friends shouted at him for speeding 
and teasingly told him if it wasn't for his pretty 
daughter, he would be watching the parade with them.

After the parade, I let Tim be my escort as we toured 
the festival. I had to open the concert at 8:00 o'clock 
and at 8:30 cut the ribbon for the start of the kids 
dance contest.

Tim and I walked around the festival until 11:00 and I 
asked Tim if he wanted to disappear with me. We walked 
to his van, and as we did he informed me that he was 
going to sell the van and get a car, as he was an 
officer and needed to look more mature. As we got in 
his van I knew we would be going to the woods.

Neither of us spoke on the drive to our old parking 
place, and after parking, got in the back of the van as 
always. Dan had put a mattress in the van and it was 
held in place with a wooden frame that was about four 
inches high. After the back of the van was closed off 
as usual, I told Tim, "Don't speak, say nothing... just 
do as I do."

I begin to undress and at first, Tim just looked at me, 
but when I removed my gown, with his assistance, he 
started to undress. "Tim, helped me take my bra off, 
and as it was a strapless one, it had four hook and eye 
fasteners, and I needed it as my breasts were likely 
even larger than 36-D cups, as all my bras were tight 
on me.

Then I removed my pantyhose and panties, and I saw Tim 
was also undressed and I could see in the small light 
he had left on, that his erection was pointing toward 
the ceiling of the van, and it seemed larger than when 
I last observed it in this van with him.

I lay down on the small bed as Tim held my hand when I 
reclined on the soft bed. This was the moment I had 
waited on for the past four years, I was about to 
change from a chaste girl to a woman who had determined 
to let the love of her life have her virginity.

My body was lightly trembling as I reached out with my 
arms, and allowed my hands to pull Tim down on top of 
me. I adjusted my thighs so he could nestle between 
them, and then I felt it... his hard on was pressing 
apart my sex and I was...

Tim moved his hand between us, and took his manhood in 
it and commenced sliding it up and down the damp slit 
that was hidden between my legs. Except for my father, 
it had been off limits to a male organ all my life... I 
thought, we haven't even kissed and I'm about to fuck. 
I couldn't believe I had just used the work fuck in my 
thoughts. Then Tim kissed me, and I opened my mouth and 
moved my tongue to press into his mouth, and our 
tongues met in a passionate dance.

Feeling Tim's cock part the opening of my sex, I 
thought back to when I was only 14, and we were nude. 
This time I understood there were no stopping the 
course of our long affair and allowing each other to 
enjoy sharing the ultimate love with each other.

Tim moved his hand from between us and I felt him 
entering me fully. The entry was not without pain, but 
I wasn't going to stop Tim or complain. I believed I 
knew what to expect... but some thing's have to be 
experienced, and I soon discovered what most virgins 
do... it does have a unique sting when your hymen is 
split by a thick cock for the first time.

His cock touched against my human and I started to pull 
back, but then I reached his hips and assisted him in 
taking me completely. I could feel Tim's cock taking me 
deeper and deeper, until it was that one moment a girl 
has to bear, I was about to lose my cherry. I felt the 
firm member of the boy I had loved for years pushing 
through my hymen and it hurt... oh it hurt, and I 
wanted it over with, and I pulled him too me as I 
sobbed out, "God Tim, it hurts... but it's a hurt of 
love... I want you to do and get it over with... shove 
it in me... aughhhh, Tim!"

"Take me Tim, we've both waited so long... god shove it 
in and get it over with... take me quick... oh hell it 
hurts...don't make me wait, as I want your love... and 
I want your body... Tim... ohhhh my gawd... Tim you're 
killing me... aughhhh, oh no more... stop going in me!" 

There was no going back for me now, and my virginity 
was gone. My pussy felt raw and brining. The pain 
wasn't what I would call a true pain, but more like a 
tearing like within my body or like someone must feel 
when they are stabbed with a knife. My sex felt like it 
was split apart by a huge battering ram.

Years later I found out I likely was one of the women 
who have extremely thick hymens, and that was why Tim 
did not push me open easily.

My voice cried out, "Tim, it hurts but I feel all of 
you inside me now... just lay on me for a few minutes." 
I loved feeling Tim as he lay between my things and 
started telling me, "Your mine forever and we will get 
married a week from today, if you wish."

Our first time to make love was over very quickly, but 
as I felt Tim go off in me, I was not only feeling a 
man's body on top of mine, but I feel a man inside 
me... deep inside me. I heaved my hips up from the 
mattress as I knew Tim was emptying his juices into my 
welcoming sex. My lover cummed in me... maybe he will 
give me a baby... I feel him... he cummed in me. "Tim, 
I love you... you cummed in me... did you like that?"

"My god, Maria Louise it was truly wonderful, and I was 
your first, did you really wait for me to be your first 
like you promised me years ago?"

"Yes, you should see the evidence of that - that is if 
all I have ever been told about a girl's first time and 
loosing her cherry... look and tell me, my darling."

Fifteen minutes later we once again made love and this 
time I went off just before Tim did. Once more that 
night we made love. Then we exited the van in the nude 
and stood in the light of the full moon. We hugged and 
kissed each other and I could feel Tim's stuff running 
down my legs as it eased from my sex.

I kneeled down and in the moonlight moved my lips to 
the object that had made me a woman; three times it had 
entered me, and gave me love. My mouth opened and I 
could taste my blood, my cream, and Tim's fluids in my 
mouth and on the taste buds of my tongue.

The knowledge that the blood I tasting, was from my 
lost virginity did not bother me, and I was giving the 
only man I had ever sucked previously, a blow job under 
the full moon. In a few minutes Tim shot three blast of 
cum into my welcoming mouth and I swallowed it as I had 
before.

After we wiped off with a couple of small towels Tim 
kept in the van, we dressed and went to my place, and I 
woke mom and dad and asked them to come down stairs. 
When they were in the living room with me, they were 
surprised to find Tim waiting with me. 

Mom told me I should have told them we had company and 
she world have jut on something besides her bathrobe.

Reaching out, I took mom and dad's hands in mine and 
told them, "Tim and I are getting married a week from 
Saturday." I explained that this was necessary as we 
wished to be married before he had to report to the Air 
Force base he had been assigned to a month from now.

For the next few hours we sat at the kitchen table and 
drank coffee together. Both of my parents wanted to 
know when we became serious.

"Mom, dad, do you recall when I was 14, and wanted to 
date Tim? Well, we sneaked out and over the past few 
years we spoke together a little and dated a few times, 
but tonight after I was crowned queen we went out and 
talked about how we always wanted to be together... and 
mom... don't ask as you know it isn't necessary, but I 
love you for thinking it anyway."

"Please don't be upset with Maria Louise, as I've 
always loved her from the first time we went out. Most 
of all I hope you'll forgive me if I've broken your 
trust in us," Tim said to my parents.

After lots of talking, my parents said they ere happy 
if I was. My father surprised both Tim and I when he 
stated rather proudly I thought afterwards, "It is 
late, so Tim, you're nearly a part of the family and 
you may spend the night, if your future bride doesn't 
object... and her mother doesn't."

My face turned red and I looked at Tim, my mother and 
then my father and I commenced crying... then I 
whispered, "Daddy I never would have believed you would 
give me such freedom, thank you." Tim and I spent the 
night in my bed, and sometime during the night I woke 
up to find my future husband sleeping next to me. 

I wanted him in the worst way, and woke him and told 
him, "Make love to me... Tim, I need you so much... 
take me like I'm your lover and wife... god you must be 
bigger than some guys... oh Tim, I'm cumming, aughhhh!"

Tim and I were married the Saturday after the festival 
and our wedding a reception was held at the community 
center. Our families and friends brought carry in food, 
and mom had bought us a beautiful wedding cake and 
several tray cakes, as it seemed the whole community 
showed up.

After the reception, Tim and I headed for the Smokies 
for our honeymoon, but stayed in a motel the first 
night. We made love twice and I cummed both times. We 
stayed in a log cabin high up on a mountain side in the 
Smokies, and I loved looking out over the Tennessee 
hills.

The first night we spoke about what our live had been 
like the past four years. After Tim asked me, I 
admitted that I never permitted a date to touch me or 
caress my breast, legs or even french me very often. I 
didn't feel like I was cheating or lying to him by not 
revealing about my father touching me... I considered 
the act between my father and me simply a family 
matter.

When Tim asked if I masturbated, I told him I'd 
masturbate to my sucking him, his licking my pussy, and 
had wanted him to fuck me the first time, but he 
hadn't, but would masturbate at least two or three 
times a week to his image.

Looking at Tim, I asked, "Do you jack off thinking of 
me... be honest... I told you my deepest secrets... do 
you stroke your cock thinking of me or...?"

"Hell yes, every time we were together I jacked off 
after I got home, and that first night you swallowed my 
cream, I guess I jacked off a dozen times, I was so 
shook up."

"Tim, I won't be mad, but how many girls have you been 
with?"

"Just you... no a few... but it was more to go off than 
anything and honest to god Maria Louise, I thought it 
was you I was with."

Then I listened as Tim told me, "I've been sexually 
active with five girls, but nothing serious was 
involved in any feelings," and once more he told me, 
"Maria Louise, it was you I thought of when having sex 
with another girl," and told how once he was slapped 
when he was doing a girl and he called her, "Maria 
Louise." Both of us laughed and when he started messing 
around with me, I whispered, "Oh my Josh, your so..."

"You're a tease - yes you are likely a cock teaser... 
that must be why you would get naked and slap me when 
we dated and I tried to put my little tool up your 
overly used twat, wife of mine!"

"Oh yes, you're so correct... except for one minor 
detail... you don't have a little tool, and yours is 
the only one I have ever seen or felt, but are you 
big?"

Monday morning we woke up and the forest surrounding 
the cabin was so beautiful. There was a large hot tub 
with a lot of jets pumping water around us, as we sat 
on the back deck of the cabin and enjoyed the start of 
our honeymoon.

When we got into the tub nude, I was worried someone 
might see us, but Tim just laughed and told me, "I hope 
some poor soul must look at what I have for a wife, and 
I would love knowing someone is looking at us right 
now... honey stand up and face the woods, in fact step 
out of the tub so they can see all of you."

Being silly, I did just as he asked, and I stood at the 
edge of the hot tub, on the one step and anyone looking 
down from the hill in front of where I was standing, 
would have seen my breasts and my golden mat of hair 
covering my mons.

"Your truly a remarkable woman, damn your hips are 
perfect and I love see your beautiful body, turn around 
in case someone is watching and they can see the sweet 
little ass I'm going to fuck before this honeymoon is 
over... now face the woods and cup your breasts and 
pretend... no kiss and lick your nipples, now turn 
toward me and lick them... hell you've got me hard."

Unknown to me, Tim had set up a video camera so it 
captured me licking my own nipples and when I moved 
back into the tub, he stood up and had me suck him off. 
"Open your mouth and show the world your mouth full of 
my spunk... I've got to fuck you, oh hell I love you 
Maria Louise."

After soaking in the tub for about ten minutes, we got 
out and took a shower together and Tim dried me off. 
Picking me up in his arms he carried me into the 
bedroom.

When Tim lay me down, he bent over and started kissing 
my stomach and then the tops of my legs. As his lips 
moved onto my sex and made oral love to me, I couldn't 
believe the sensations. The feelings I was receiving 
were stronger than I'd felt the one time we had oral 
sex as teens. Now my legs were shaking and my hands 
were pulling his face as hard against my pussy as I 
could.

My body twisted to rise up from the bed, and I was so 
filled with emotions and the knowledge my wonderful 
husband was eating me and giving me untold pleasure. I 
pulled my legs back and held them up in the air and 
reached out and grabbed my ankles and this pulled my 
hips up into the air.

"Oh my gawd Tim, you're licking my... my ass... Tim... 
oh you darling man... yessss, never stop loving meeee. 
Darling, you're pushing your tongue in my ass... Tim... 
you're so wonderful... I'm going to cum... if you keep 
using your finger on my little clit and licking my butt 
like that... aughhhh!"

Once more my darling husband was eating my pussy and I 
had moved my legs down and wrapped them around his 
head. My hands were pulling his hair to force his face 
into my wet and open sex, which felt like he could 
shove his head inside my body.

The feelings hit me stronger than I had ever felt sex 
before, and when my climax started, I felt like I was 
floating on water. Then I cummed and it was as if I had 
coasted over a waterfalls and landed on the rocks 
below. My orgasm hit me so strong, I fainted for a 
brief moment... then I lost control of my body... I was 
urinating and it was striking my husband's face and 
entering his mouth.

The sensations caused me to not cry out but to shout 
out extremely loud my feelings as I climaxed, "Oh 
Tim... Tim... Tim... oh my husband you're making me cum 
and pee... oh gawd I never felt like this before. 
Augh... it won't stop coming Tim, oh my gawd, I'm 
coming so wonderful!"

My body continued to respond to his oral love making, 
and my hips moved upward and my hands once more was 
gripping and pulling his hair. I crushed my husband's 
face against my urinating pussy.

When I stopped peeing, Tim was lying next to me and 
told me that was something he had never experienced 
with a girl, although he said some guys had claimed 
they had it happen to them. "It even got up my nose and 
in my eyes at some point in time, but I drank some of 
your pee... gawd you came so hard... do I have any hair 
left? I have what I always wanted... a wild woman from 
the darkest of jungles and likely a tribal chief's main 
daughter and wife."

Tim and I had a son during the fourth year of our 
marriage, and a daughter during the sixth year. When 
the children were twelve and ten, Tim was constantly on 
some mission or the other, and the children and I were 
left alone for months at a time.

Once night at the officers club, I was with my friend 
and neighbor Peg, and having drinks at the bar after 
eating dinner. Around ten that night, Peg left but I 
decided to have one more drink, after calling home and 
the babysitter said that would not be a problem.

I was enjoy some banter with men who were in the same 
squadron as Tim, and one captain, Dave Williams who I 
knew for the past two years came into the bar and took 
the stool next to me.

Dave was a large black man, and stood six-six and 
weighed around 220 pounds. A college standout in 
football, he and Tim had become great friends and had 
played on opposing college teams.

For the first hour, we simply talked and realized I had 
been without male companionship for nearly nine months. 
While we spoke, I asked Dave, if he would you join me 
for dinner Saturday evening here at the OC? I just need 
a man to speak with. Dave, two children aren't like 
having my husband around or enjoying dinner with him... 
even Peg doesn't help much lately? 

Saturday evening I meet Dave at the OC, and I had 
already taken a table as if I was alone, and while I 
was enjoying my salad, Dave walked in as we had 
planned, and sat down with me after standing by my 
table for several minutes. Speaking loudly enough the 
two couples at the next table, and the officers who 
were in Tim's unit, could overhear me ask, "Dave sit 
down, and I'm alone, unless you're meeting someone."

Around nine, I was becoming agitated and my body wanted 
more than verbal company, and asked Dave, "Can we go 
somewhere, no promises, but I need to cut loose and 
maybe we can go dance some place?"

"Sounds like a winner to me, how about the Cricket 
Lounge about 20 miles up Highway 48, and I will leave 
first and you can come after ten or fifteen minutes if 
you don't change your mind?"

Waiting nearly a half hour, I finally signed my bill 
and walked to my car and drove up Highway 48 to the 
Cricket Lounge. I recalled going to the lounge a couple 
of times, but it wasn't a good idea to drive such a 
long distance after having a few drinks, as the police 
were constantly stopping people from the base. The 
lounge, I had forgotten was located in a large motel, 
and after parking, I entered the motel lobby and walked 
to the restroom.

I fixed my hair and makeup, and splashing some perfumes 
on my wrist and a dab behind each ear, and for fun, 
some on my bare legs. I'd removed my pantyhose for some 
reason in my car before coming into the motel.

Dave was seated at the bar, and as I walked to where he 
waited on me, I noted he had taken a stool at the far 
end of the bar and it was fairly dark at that location.

For an hour we enjoyed small talk and finally I could 
wait no longer, as I was certain that as a fellow 
officer with my husband, Dave would never make a move 
on me first. "Dave, don't think ill of me, but it has 
been months since I have been with a man... would you 
get us a room... I need..."

Looking at me, Dave asked, "You're certain about 
this... I never knew you to be a person who might have 
a one night stand, and I don't say that to insult you."

"You are correct and for whatever it is worth, I have 
never been with anyone but Tim. My first time was just 
a week before we married... you won't ever tell 
anyone...?"

"No, I will leave and call you from the room, and you 
can walk to the room without anyone seeing us leaving 
together. That way if anyone from the base is here that 
knows us; they won't put the situation together."

Ten minutes later I was in the room with a very large 
and nude black man. When I looked at his erection, it 
assuredly told me he was waiting for me. I couldn't 
believe what I was viewing. There was no doubt that 
Dave was large in the male department.

Tim was large, but his manhood couldn't compare to 
Dave's black stalk that was assuredly going to make me 
sore for a few days. I was unable to measure Dave's 
erection, but was certainly 14 inches long. The width 
must be at least three to four inches wide across the 
dark ebony bone, with a deep purple head capping the 
end of the large cock.

I undressed as I stood inside the room, and when I 
pulled my dress from my body and then removed my bra, 
and my 38-D breasts were displayed to only the third 
man in my life. My father had cupped them, and my 
husband had played, kissed and sucked them, and now 
they were displayed to another man.

Easing my panties from my body, I could hear the intake 
of Dave's breath as he viewed the golden tint-color of 
my bush, a covering of hair that had never been clipped 
since I married, not even during child birth.

For no more than two or three minutes did Dave and I 
engage in foreplay. When I felt him pressing his thick 
erection between the portal of my sex, I could feel and 
knew this wasn't going to be an easy endeavor for me to 
accept the large manhood that was about to part my 
pussy.

The morning I turned 45, I rolled over in bed toward 
the spot where my husband should be sleeping. Nothing 
lay in the bed with me and I looked around and 
wondered, "When did my hubby get out of bed?"

Getting up and walking to the kitchen, thinking Tim 
would be reading the paper and having coffee, I was 
surprised to see he wasn't in the kitchen. On the 
counter next to the coffee pot was a note. Picking it 
up, I read the short crypt hand written message from my 
husband.

"Maria, I have left and have decided to seek a divorce. 
You're aware I'm going for my first star and having it 
pinned on in a couple of months. Your assistance in not 
making a divorce a mess will be something I would 
appreciate. I have left a business card of my attorney 
for you to call... he will tell you what you need to do 
and has the papers for you to sign. Tim."

No., you didn't sign the note, Love Tim, not goodbye, 
not even a damn happy birthday. You fucking asshole... 
general's star be damned.

I looked at the note and read it at least a dozen 
times. I was at a loss as to what I should do. I called 
and spoke with my father and he discussed the problem 
of a divorce with me for over an hour. Daddy said he 
would come see me before the day was over if he could 
get a flight. Then my father told me, "Don't call the 
attorney Tim has the card with his phone number on it, 
let me come help you. I'm an attorney and will do the 
talking for you, but don't you speak to anyone until I 
get there."

Dad arrived around six in the afternoon and he was at 
the main gate at the base, and I drove to the gate to 
escort him to my base home. Security was tight at 
Darkman AFB as the B5 was the wing of planes assigned 
to the base. For a man of in his late 60's, dad looked 
no more than most men do at 50 years of age.

We went to the officer's club for dinner, and while we 
were eating, Tim walked into the restaurant with his 
wingman, and both were still in the flight suits. The 
look on Tim's face as he spotted my father and I told 
me he was worried in seeing my father.

When he approached the table where dad and I were 
seated, we ignored him. Finally he pulled a chair out 
and asked, "What brings you here Dad?"

"Don't call me dad - Tim, I'm not your father and I 
would venture that your own father is going to be upset 
with you before things get done. If you don't mind, I'm 
with my client and she is under my orders not to speak 
with you."

"Maria, didn't you call my attorney... he has 
everything worked out..."

Daddy spoke up in a brisk voice I had never heard him 
utilize before, but understood he was speaking as an 
attorney would for his client. "I'll bet he does... all 
in your favor. Would it be so your pension and pay 
isn't messed up... by the way, I understand that a 
divorce impacts on a man becoming a general officer. 
Good night Tim, we will be in touch," dad told my 
husband, and added, "By the way, don't forget, but this 
old man is your wife's attorney."

I wanted so much to ask Tim why and when did thing go 
wrong between us. My mind was curious on what made him 
just up and walk out on me. Dad had warned me that it 
wouldn't be wise to speak with Tim about the divorce in 
any detail until we got more information.

After returning from the officers club, dad and I 
enjoyed catching up on the news from home. We discussed 
his living alone for the past six years since mom 
passed away. "Maria, you know I tried the dating thing 
a few times, and hell, if I get horny, I go find some 
young chick in a bar and take her to bed. 

Around 11o'clock dad and I decided to hit the sack and 
we went to bed. Finally, after nearly 30 years, I found 
out the truth about myself and my father. Since the 
time I was fourteen and daddy and I had denied some 
aspects of life, we finally settled the issue.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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