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Cow Hand
by Old Bill (address withheld)

***

An out-of-work wrangler hires on as a field hand and 
stud, then the woman's daughter arrives. (MF, rom)

***

"Morning," he said with a smile. "I'm here about the 
job you advertised, field hand."

The woman looked up over her reading glasses at the 
lean man standing before her desk. "Any experience?"

"Yes'm," he said and handed over a sheet of folded 
paper.

She set it aside. "Let's go outside. I'm sick of this 
office."

She stood and the young man licked his lips and felt 
his cock quiver. She was a big, healthy woman with a 
fine rack and a shapely ass, maybe five-ten or so and a 
good hundred and fifty, he guessed.

He followed her out a side door, admiring her rolling 
buttocks in her tight britches. She wore short boots 
and a loose-fitting shirt, open at the throat. Her hair 
was tied back with a piece of rawhide and flowed richly 
halfway down her back, red highlights in the chocolate 
curls.

'We got about two thousand acres. I assume you can 
ride."

"Yes'm," he said, stepping up beside her and watching 
her obviously unfettered breasts jiggle, the nipples 
sharply defined under the silken shirt. They were more 
than a handful, those big jugs, high and proud.

"Stop calling me ma'am," she said with a smile. "I 
don't need that. How old are you?"

He told her and found that it was easy to match her 
stride.

"And you've done this kind of work, range hand, 
wrangler, whatever you want to call it?"

"Yep," he said. She smelled good too.

"Well, what I need to somebody who can get out and 
check the fences regularly, move some cattle and a few 
sheep about as needed to give the grass a rest, keep 
the machinery running, chase off the varmints, both two 
and four-legged, all that sort of thing. You any good 
with a gun, a rifle?"

"Okay," he said as they strode to a hillock's rounded 
top. She pointed and swung her arm in a semi-circle. 
"Just about as far as you can see. That gully over 
there, that's on our land."

"You manage this yourself, all this?"

She smiled at him and nodded. "Isn't hard except for 
finding good help."

"Pay?" he asked.

She squinted up at his tanned face. "Three hundred a 
week with a ten percent raise every six months."

"Meals?"

"Two a day, breakfast and supper. You can make your own 
lunch with what's in the kitchen, you'll be away from 
the house most days."

"Bed?"

"Of course." She sat on a large, gray flat stone, 
gestured and he sat beside her. "That reminds me."

"What does?" he asked, their hips touching.

"Bed. One of your chores is my, what will we call it, 
my libido I suppose, my sexual needs."

"You're not married?"

She nodded. "He ran off, found another woman that was 
not so demanding I guess. Don't know where he is. Took 
all the cash on hand with him, about twelve thousand."

"Shit," he said.

"Exactly. So I need a man now and then and don't want 
to be moseying around the county seeking companionship. 
Might cause trouble, you understand? Lot's a'nosy folks 
around."

"Uh huh. Well, I don't see that as a problem." He 
smiled and felt himself starting be aroused.

"Good. OK, I'd like to see you ride so let's saddle a 
couple of horses and then I like to sample your, your, 
ah, hm, your," she laughed.

"My cock," he said.

She chuckled. "Exactly."

"My pleasure," he said.

"Better be mine too."

So they rode out, the cowboy on a big gray gelding and 
the woman on a skinny-legged riding horse of good 
breeding and excellent manners. He rode Western and 
roughly but he stayed with her even when he had to 
post. He knew his ass was going to be sore tomorrow. It 
had been a couple of years.

Back in the barn, they turned their animals out and 
went toward the big farmhouse, hands touching now and 
then. She led him up to the back bedroom and snapped 
back the covers. "My room's in the front," she said, 
standing before him, her hands on his waist, his on her 
hips, "but this will do, won't it? This will be your 
room."

He bent and captured her mouth. Their tongues met and 
their hands explored. "Not so fast," she gasped when 
she was able to pull back her head. She was smiling. 
"I'd rather you did not hurry."

"Yes'm," he said, turning away and pulling his shirt 
over his head. They undressed quickly and she lay atop 
the bed, bare and on one hip when he turned toward her, 
wearing just a smile.

"Good god," she cried, when she saw his raring manhood 
which stood nearly upright, the head purple and the 
shaft easily as thick as her wrist.

"Think it'll do?" he asked with a grin.

She licked her lips and nodded as he rolled in beside 
her. "You like being on top?" he asked

"How did you guess," she said with a laugh, "but I'm 
far from ready."

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Maybe I 
can help." And he bent over her so his head was between 
her legs, his hands on her knees and his big cock was 
flopping about near her shoulder.

His tongue did not take long to find her engorged 
clitoris and soon her outer lips were wet with her 
lubricating juices as he licked and sucked until she 
grasped his arm and pulled him away, trying not to look 
at the huge rod bobbling in her face. It now seemed a 
lot thicker as well as somewhat longer.

He flopped on his back and held his phallus at its 
thick and hairy base. "You could have given it a lick."

"I know, but, well, it's one of those things." She 
swung a long leg across his loins and crouched over 
him, lips pinched together. He stroked the head of his 
cock up and down her vulva, and she wiggled her tight-
lipped entrance onto the head of his thick shaft.

The big woman grunted and scrunched her eyes closed as 
she took him slowly into her. She eased herself down 
and then rocked a bit to get firmly in the saddle with 
his big hands on her hips. She moved her pelvis to and 
fro and quivered when she rubbed an especially 
sensitive area while he just lay still, enjoying the 
feeling of his cock being caressed fully and warmly and 
the sight of her jutting beasts and smiling face.

"Ah," she said, looking down at him and then tossing 
back her hair. "Ready?"

He nodded and she squeezed him with her knees and they 
began at a sedate and gentle walking pace, the woman 
moving up and down on the rigid shaft just an inch or 
two and the man, rocking his hips up and back so he 
rubbed at the front of her mound. When he discovered a 
place that brought a shudder he went back, held her 
bending to him and rubbed that area several more times 
until she moved into a fast trot, urging him with her 
hands and heels, smiling widely and her eyes closed, 
her breasts bouncing freely, nipples jutting.

Now their bodies slapped together as she rose and fell 
and he thrust upward each time she descended, battering 
at her cervix and sending pain and pleasure messages 
throughout her body as he filled and stretched her sex 
as no man had ever done. From trot they went to canter, 
and she posted so he had to arch his body upward to 
thrust into her dripping vagina. The woman was gasping 
now, just, "Ah, ah, ah," over and over and the man was 
breathing hard and concentrating on holding back a 
growing need to ejaculate by crushing his ass muscles 
and trying to keep his need for friction under control. 
He hoped she would not try to gallop. She brought his 
rough hands to her full breasts and he kneaded them 
hard, squeezed out her tits.

The woman climaxed with a cry of release, shuddered and 
spasmed for what seemed minutes as a series of pulses 
shot through her and then fell full length on the man 
beneath her, limber and loose-limbed.

He patted her back. "You on the pill?" he asked as he 
slowed and then stopped his coital motions, holding his 
heavy ram fully extended but quite still, his testicles 
hard and hot, his urge subsiding.

"No, no, I'm sorry," she said, licking her dry lips. "I 
stopped some time ago." Her breathing was ragged. 
"Damn, Should have thought of that. I've got some 
condoms somewhere. Let me think. Look in the drawer 
there, by your right hand."

He fumbled open the drawer and felt around, still 
thrusting into her depths. "Nope," he said.

"Shit," she said as her hips began to move again. 
"Don't go away." She wiggled back off him and his prong 
jumped up when she pulled free and slapped down on his 
hairy belly. The woman looked at it, shivered, and then 
trotted up the hall. He admired her bare buttocks and 
dripping vulva. He held his balls, feeling them pulse. 
She was back in a minute or less, got on her knees 
beside him and rolled a safety-tip condom down his hard 
cock, holding the end of the rubber carefully and then 
stroking to make sure it was tight and air free. The 
feel of his rigid shaft excited her fully and her pussy 
trembled. Then she cuddled down beside him and kissed 
his cheek, nearly purring.

He spread her legs with his knee, lifted her hips and 
entered her slowly and deeply, keeping nearly all his 
weight off of her. She wrapped her legs about his beefy 
body, and he started slowly but accelerated quickly and 
brought himself to a highly satisfying orgasm in about 
three minutes of fierce fucking with the two of them 
bouncing and writhing on the narrow bed. When he was 
spent, he gave her a few more long thrusts and then 
rolled to his back with the woman still impaled on his 
well-spent cock, feeling eviscerated.

She pushed herself up on her extended arms, sat on his 
hips and then rolled away and got her feet on the floor 
and sat by his legs. "Job's yours if you want it," she 
said."

"Hell of an interview," he said. "How about four 
hundred to start?"

She sucked her teeth. "$350's best I can do right now."

He grasped her right hand, pulled her to him and kissed 
her firmly and deeply. "It's a deal," he said, 
releasing her.

"Oh," she said as she picked up her underpants and 
stepped into them, "one other thing. There's my 
daughter, she's away at school, nice girl, fifteen. 
Hope you'll... hope you'll stay away from her. You know 
what I mean."

"Fifteen?" he said. "Jailbait. I promise."

"Wait till you see her."


Cowhand 2

The girl arrived in a big SUV with three young males. 
They helped her unload her stuff and then she hugged 
each of them and they drove away, waving. I carried her 
bags up to her room and we introduced ourselves. She 
said her name was Ginger.

If Ginger was fifteen as her mother had told me, she 
was the most well-developed 15-year-old he had ever 
seen, and he was quickly aroused, his eager cock 
jumping and swelling.

"Where's my mother?" she asked, zipping open a bag. 

"Went into town, said something about a lawyer." He 
tried not to think how she would looked naked.

She nodded, tossing clothes on her bed. "And you're the 
new hand, eh?"
"Yep," he said, admiring her round ass in her tiny 
denim shorts.

"Think you're the biggest one so far. You are screwing 
her, aren't you?"

"Beg your pardon?" he said.

"Come on. I know she needs it. She's worn out three men 
since I've figured out what's going on."

He chuckled, trying to guess her bra size and keep his 
cock under control at the same time. "Well, it's not 
your business. I don't play kiss and tell."

"Oh, a gentleman," she said, coming to stand right in 
front of him with her hands on her hips, her big jugs 
pointed out at his ribs in her tight t-shirt. "And I 
suppose she told you to stay away from me."

He smiled and nodded, and she jumped up, got her arms 
about his neck and kissed him open mouthed. Then she 
slid down to the floor, patted his bulging groin and 
said, "Good luck."

He left quickly, feeling sweat on his forehead, and 
went back to chores out in the barn. Her mother 
returned in an hour or so and he saw them again at 
supper. The girl was still wearing her chopped off t-
shirt and tiny shorts and her mother, for some reason, 
was looking amused. "You met?" she said as she sat 
down.

"Yep, sure did," he said.

"How's it going with that old baler?" she asked as the 
cook brought in the food.

"Beyond my abilities. Think you'll probably have to buy 
a new one or invest more in that old thing. How long 
have you had it?"

A horn sounded out in the yard and Ginger shoved in a 
forkful and said, "Got to run."

"Sit down," said her mother. "They'll wait."

Ginger snorted but sat and ate rapidly, chewing and 
swallowed as the horn sounded again.

"Go tell them to knock it off," the woman said to him 
with a wave toward the barnyard.

He used his napkin, went out back and found a dusty 
Jeep wagon with four young men in it. "She'll be right 
out. No more horn beeping. Come to the door and knock."

"Fuck you, old man," yelled the boy at the back window, 
his baseball cap on backwards. He grabbed the front of 
the astonished young man's shirt and pulled him out 
through the open window and deposited him among the 
chicken droppings. The boy scrambled up holding his 
wrist as Ginger appeared.

She helped him back in the car, glared at the tall man, 
got in beside the boy, and the Jeep fishtailed down the 
driveway and out to the road.

"Everything all right?" the woman asked when he resumed 
his seat at the dinner table.

"Yep," he said. "Four boys out there. No manners."

"It's peculiar but I've never asked her," the woman 
said. "I don't think she has ever dated one boy, been 
somebody's steady as we used to call it."

"Pretty girl," he said.

"And popular," said her mother. "Let's go look at that 
baler."

Out in the shed they looked at the old machine, engine 
parts spread out on a piece of canvas. "I tried new 
ignition wiring and new plugs, it runs, but no power. 
Want me to pull the head?"

"No, I think you're right. I'll call for the 
distributor to come out and tell me what I can get as a 
trade in. New one'll probably run four or five 
thousand. Put it back together."

He stood and faced her. "How we going to work this now 
that she's home. By the way, she knows you have sex 
with the hired help."

She lifted an eyebrow and clenched her lips. "Not 
surprised. She's got a quick mind. She'll graduate next 
year at sixteen. We'll find the time." She headed back 
toward the house and he reassembled the old self-
propelled string-baler's engine.

By the time he got finished it was pretty late, and 
while he buttoned up the old machine and wiped it 
clean, he felt somebody watching me. He turned and 
there stood Ginger in the doorway, hair blowing in the 
breeze.

"You're working late?" she said.

He smiled at her. "Are you're home early or do you have 
a curfew?"

She lifted her chin and sniffed. "What're you doing?"

"Trying to fix the old baler."

She nodded.

"That boy I hauled out of the wagon, he OK?"

She smiled. "Hurt his feelings. I'm sure he deserved 
it. He's got a smart mouth."

"How come, if you don't mind me asking, how come you're 
going out with a bunch of guys instead of just one?"

"You're bad as my mother. It's my business."

"OK," he said. "Just thought it was, you know, kind of 
strange."

She snorted and then came in under the work light and 
hopped up on the old bench, displaying her long, lean 
legs, the top button of her shorts undone. "Since you 
asked so nicely, I'll tell you."

He stood, wiping his hands on an old rag and admiring 
the young beauty. She was about five-six he guessed and 
maybe 120 or so, all of it prime with a good ass and a 
great set of jugs which, as far as he could tell, were 
bouncing freely under her thin shirt. Her legs went on 
forever.

"It's like this," she said, not looking right at the 
man, "I haven't found a single boy that satisfies me, 
that can satisfy me. Or a man either for that matter."

He waited, tempted to ask several questions. She 
recrossed her legs the other way and leaned back, 
exhaling.

"Three years ago," she said, "when I was twelve . . ."

Her mother called from the house and she hopped down, 
said, "Tell you tomorrow" and trotted away, saying, 
"Maybe" as she got to the doorway. Her rounded buttocks 
moved like well-oiled machinery.

He went and sat on the back porch, drank a beer and 
pretty soon the woman joined him, a beer bottle in her 
hand. "She's tired. Long ride today."

"I asked her about those group dates."

"Did you? And?"

"I was surprised. She started to tell me and then you 
called. She said something happened when she was 
twelve."

"I've suspected she was raped. But she wouldn't tell 
me. I was dating a man back then who might have humped 
her, just out of meanness because I wouldn't let him 
into my bed."

"You want to do it tonight?" he asked, hopeful, aware 
that the girl had riled him some. He could still see 
her hips sway and her boobs jiggle.

"Uh uh," she said, "maybe in the morning, early. She's 
a sound sleeper but we tend to get a bit noisy."

They sat quietly, watching the fireflies, finished 
their beers and went to their separate beds.

No sooner had he pissed and rolled under the covers, 
wearing just an undershirt, than the door opened a 
crack and the girl tiptoed in and sat on the side of 
his bed. She put her hand on his leg. "Where were we? 
Oh, well, yes, when I was twelve."

"Go to bed Ginger. You'll get me in trouble." He could 
see from the tiny light in the hall that she was 
wearing a football jersey as a nightshirt.

"But I want to tell you, to tell somebody."

"I'm tired. Tell me tomorrow."

"You're mean."

"And you're a flirt. Go to bed."

"What's wrong with this one?" she said with a smile and 
she flipped back his thin blanket. "Oh," she said, "Oh 
god!" She pulled the covers back and ran from the room. 
It amused him that she and her mother had cried about 
the same thing when they saw his cock for the first 
time.

He chuckled, reached down and petted his long member, 
tousled his balls and then lay back and slept. Early in 
the morning, right after sunup, he tiptoed down the 
hall, past the girl's room with its closed door to the 
woman's bedroom at the front of the house, his eager 
ram leading the way. She stretched as he entered and 
smiled at him. His cock was up, well above the 
horizontal despite its blood-engorged weight, and he 
brought it right to her mouth.

She licked its huge, hot head and tossed back her 
covers, spreading her legs. He mounted her quickly and 
sank his whole thick rod in her, arching up and 
admiring her lush body as he put his fists by her ears. 
Then they enjoyed the morning together, rocking and 
rolling as they say, until they were spent.

The girl came down for breakfast as he went out to get 
to work with no more than a wave to her, hardly 
noticing how she was dressed.

Ten minutes later, out she came, munching on a piece of 
toast. "Hey," she said, "Ma says the ground's still too 
wet for you to plow up the kitchen garden.

"Got to get those seeds in soon," he said, turning to 
face her. He nearly choked.

She had taken her scissors to an old t-shirt and 
trimmed away at it until the bottom stood out from her 
nipples and displayed the underside of her globular 
breasts. Below lay a lot of the girl's stomach and some 
belly and her deep navel and tiny shorts, the top 
button undone.

"Those probably used to fit you," he said, eying her 
boyish hips.

She smiled. "They're comfortable."

"Don't look it," he said, noted her split lower lips 
which bulged invitingly around the tight seam of her 
shorts.

"She wants me to show you where the fence's down, back 
along the County road." She rolled out a four wheel ATV 
and twisted it into action. "Come on, give you a ride. 
Get the gas."

He filled the tank, screwed the top back on and slid 
onto the wide seat behind the girl, noticing her knobby 
spine and the curved display of her upper ass. Down the 
lane she roared and he had to circle her with his arms 
or get tossed off. Her big jugs bounced off his 
forearms and her butt wiggled back against his groin as 
she crossed a field, went down a steep hillside and 
skidded to a halt where the two-lane road lay. The 
fence was lying nearly flat, probably from some stupid 
cows leaning on it to get at fresh grass. He was 
surprised one or more of them had not wandered out and 
gotten killed by a passing pickup.

The girl dismounted, smiled at him, her nipples 
obviously hard, took a beach towel out of the small 
trunk and trotted up the hill, a cloth-covered water 
bottle in her hand. "I'm going to get some sun."

An hour or so later, with the broken posts set aside 
and most of the rusty wire rolled up; he jogged up the 
hill and found the water hung in the shade.

The girl lay on her belly, naked, completely bare 
assed, reading a paperback book, her chin on her rolled 
up clothes. She wiggled out a small bottle of lotion 
from the pocket of her shorts and called, "Come, do me 
a favor."

He took the sunscreen, ignoring his incipient erection 
as best he could, squirted it on her back and rubbed it 
around, doing her rounded buttocks as well as her 
smooth back.

"Need anything else?" he asked.

She turned her head, smiled and pulled up her knees, 
raising her ass and wiggling, displaying her tight-
lipped and nearly hairless sex. "You got the time?"

He smacked her butt sharply, a really good, loud whack. 
"You are one mean bitch," he said as he went back to 
work.

"Chicken" she yelled after him.

Her mother soon arrived, the bucket of her small 
tractor full of new fenceposts. She dumped her load and 
asked, "Where is she?"

He pointed. "Sunning herself."

She raised an eyebrow and climbed the hill. He heard 
some right loud conversation while he dug postholes and 
then the girl trotted down and drove off on her ATV 
without looking at him.

"I guess you can resist temptation," the woman said 
with a smile.

"Usually," he said, "but not forever."

"She certainly has a fine little body."

"Doesn't she," he said, undoing the wide belt of her 
Levis.

"Need a reward for your virtue?" she asked as he yanked 
down her zipper.

"No, just a break from handling barbed wire." He pulled 
down her britches and underpants and let them hang over 
her boots, turned her to face the other way, freed his 
hard ram and eased it up into her as she grasped the 
tractor seat and leaned forward.

"Ahh," she cried as he sank it a half-foot into her and 
held it there, jumping and throbbing, his mind blank 
while his cock flexed and throbbed. She could not 
spread her feet very widely and felt a lot tighter than 
the last time he had taken her this way. He eased it 
back, feeling her muscles restrain his big-headed 
manhood, and then thrust hard and deep, bringing her up 
on her toes.

"Not so fast," she grunted as he reached up and grasped 
her full breasts.

He went slowly and gently until she was hot and wet and 
began groaning and gasping, then they got going full 
speed, both of them exhaling with each ram. The heavy 
Kaboda tractor actually moved with each of his thrusts, 
rocking on its tight springs.

"Yes, yes, yes, damn you, yes," she cried when she 
came, and he jolted her with his pumps of jism soon 
after that. They slowed, still clamped together and 
then pulled apart.

She turned, smiled at him, pulled up her clothes and 
got back on her tractor and drove off with a wave while 
he was still gasping for breath, his hands on his 
knees, long cock dripping and sore.

That night the girl came to his bed again in just her 
football jersey. She left the door open so there was a 
bit of light, sat beside him, her hand on his leg and 
they had a quiet conversation around midnight.

She sniffed, "When I was twelve, that summer, Ma was 
romancing this guy, a car dealer, greasy and rich, and, 
well, one day he came by and she wasn't home, just me. 
So he started flirting and I started flirting and 
leading him on and, well, we went too far and he ended 
up on top of me right on the dining room rug. And, well 
it hurt and I cried and he called me a slut and left. 
So I cleaned up the mess on the rug and didn't tell 
anybody."

"You're not the first," he said.

She sniffed again. "Anyhow, when I started letting boys 
do it last winter, you know, after a lot of cocksucking 
and stuff," she sighed, "anyhow, it's no good." She 
shook her head. "No good at all."

He held his peace, finding nothing to say.

"The boys, they seem to enjoy it, but, well, I don't. I 
pretend to, you know, but I don't like it and I don't 
get off."

"Can you bring yourself to a climax with your fingers?" 
he asked very quietly.

"Sometimes," she said, "and I use things, a carrot, 
toothbrush handle, you know."

"Does it hurt?"

"Uh uh, nope."

"So you do two or three boys, one right after the 
other?"

"Sometimes more. I've done five a couple of times."

"Odd."

"Can you help me?"

"I'll talk to your mother."

"Oh shit," she said.

"Do they come pretty quick, these boys; I mean most of 
them?" He eased his left hand up along her bare hip.

"Uh huh. I don't think any of them last even a minute."

"How do you do it, I mean usually?"

"On my back, missionary, always the same."

"Let's try something, an experiment, OK?" He rolled to 
his back, tossed off the covers, and held his stalk at 
its hairy base. It was pretty hard, maybe not fully 
engorged, but well past tumescent, and it stood up 
proudly, its head the size of a duck egg, the veins 
pulsing.

She looked at him and at it and blinked. "Lord," she 
said.

"Come on, climb up here and mount this thing. I want to 
see what you feel like inside."

"I'm not sure I can," she said, crouching at his knees 
and staring at the fat head of his big prick. She 
licked her lips and then bent forward and mouthed his 
glans, getting it covered with saliva. Then she crawled 
forward, rose up on her knees, grasped the hard shaft 
and got the rounded cockhead between her nether lips. 
She trembled, surprised she was frightened.

He reached down and grabbed her lean hips, lifted her 
up slightly and then eased her down on the thick stake 
which reared up in her slit. They wordlessly wiggled 
and adjusted some and it popped in.

"Oh god," she said and trembled.

It was barely an inch in and held there by her tight 
vagina. Her eyes were closed and he could hear her 
gritting her teeth. "Ease on down," he urged, arching 
up and becoming aware of things opening before his 
blunt-headed ram.

"I can't," she sobbed as she lurched upward and then 
sat down and it all went right up into her. She gasped.

It sure felt odd to the man, like a tight sleeve that 
quivered and rolled about his cock. He pulled her down 
so her head was on his shoulder and held her buttocks.

"You OK?" he asked.

She nodded.

They just lay there, his thick spar jumping and 
flexing, trying to get deeper. Her knees moved to and 
fro a bit alongside his legs. He rubbed her back some, 
his hand under her jersey.

"That's wonderful," she sighed after a few minutes.

"You're awful tight." He tried to move in and out a 
couple of times, but stopped when he felt himself 
nearing a climax.

"Uh huh. I've never felt anything like this inside me."

"What I think is maybe you should wait until you grow 
some, get bigger; that ought to make it easier for men 
to love you."

"Hah," she said rather loudly and he shushed her. "Hah, 
you just don't want to do it."

"Oh yes I do, but I told your mother I wouldn't."

"But here you are fucking me," she said in a whisper.

"No I'm not." 

"How about if I fuck you?"

"You can try," he said, excited by the idea.

She wiggled back so only about half his hot ramrod was 
in her, pushed down on his chest and sat up whereupon 
he filled her again and she winced. He lifted his knees 
behind her and reached up under her shirt to briefly 
caress her firm breasts.

She began to move up and down on his thick rod, just an 
inch or so and very slowly, her hands on her thighs and 
her chin up, eyes closed. It felt very good to both of 
them.

"Lean forward some," he said, holding her at the 
shoulders.

She nodded and then started rocking a bit faster. "Um," 
she sighed, "that's awful good."

She ground them together and started jerking to and 
fro, her big breasts bobbling beneath her football 
jersey. He was tempted to strip her and get his hands 
on those beauties, but instead held her butt and let 
her work.

Her breathing started to get ragged as she went faster 
and then it seemed to be just exhaling and suddenly she 
gasped, stiffened and cried out with a long wailing 
"Ahhh."

"That ought to do it," said her mother who was standing 
in the doorway.

"How long have you been watching?" he asked, still 
holding her bucking daughter on his well-pleased member 
and feeling his balls begin to surge.

"Long enough," she said with a smile.

The girl collapsed down on him, sobbing and clawing. He 
regained control of his cock and held back, stifling 
the need to ejaculate.

"She had a problem," the man said, embarrassed.

"I'd hate to fire you," the woman said. "But you 
promised."

"Oh Mama," the girl cried. "It was my idea, I screwed 
him. He refused to fuck me. Now I know, I know, we 
figured it out."

"Well it's late. Let's talk about it in the morning."

The girl nodded and pulled herself off my still-hard 
prick and tumbled out of bed, pulling down her jersey.

"Good night," the woman said, pushing the girl down the 
hall and closing the door behind her, ignoring the 
glistening rod poking up from my belly hair.

After breakfast the three of them sat in her office and 
talked. The girl mostly listened. So did he. In the 
end, the girl agreed to stop going out with groups of 
boys and letting them use her body. Her mother agreed 
that she could go away to college if she kept that 
promise. The two women agreed that they would share the 
young man's sexual efforts, the girl no more than once 
a week.

And they lived happily ever after, it says here.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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